by Ally Nelson
“I don't think I need them tonight.”
After the heroic team effort at the hospital had cooled down, Dale invited Sarah and Laura over for a swim at his house - actually it was a mansion - over 10,000 square feet with a giant pool as well.
Laura and Sarah were still pretty tuned up from the short encounter all three of them had before earlier and they couldn’t wait to finish it. Excitement filled the air as the three of them felt alive and free on a beautiful evening at Dale’s house.
He started to remove his clothes and was standing there in his boxers but he didn't stop. He slid them down his legs and stood back up. He was gloriously naked and she saw his erection bob out towards her. Both women giggled together and backed away from him to the other side of the pool. Dale smiled and dived into the water coming up right in front of them and grabbing them both to him. He kissed Laura first and then moved his mouth to Sarah. His hands were gripping them both by the ass and led them to the shallow end of the pool where the stairs were.
Sarah looked Laura’s way and brought her head to her own to kiss her deeply. Oh Lord this is really happening thought Laura. She kissed her back and brought her hands up to circle Sarah's breasts which had her moaning.
“On the steps,” the direction was directed at Laura and she quickly obliged sitting on the first step. Their bikini tops were gone and he reached up to remove her bottoms as he spread her legs wide. Doctor Dale and Nurse Sarah bent Laura over the edge of the pool and examined her freshly waxed pussy. It was lovely and they both complimented Laura on how perfect it looked and smelled. And tasted. Laura closed her eyes and enjoyed the Doctor and the nurse, pleasuring her. She was in heaven.
Dr. D'Angelo dunked under and Laura realized he had also removed Sarah's bottoms and had positioned himself between Sarah. He leaned her over and ran his hands over Sarah's hips and between her legs. Soon Sarah was moaning and pushing back against him. Looking at Laura she leaned down further taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking it hard. Laura leaned back on her elbows to moan. She felt Sarah's hands on her and watched as her lips traveled down between her legs.
She watched as she licked her slit like it was ice cream over and over again before sticking a finger inside her. She then started moving her finger slowly with her at first. She thrust in and out causing Laura to moan again. When her fingers curled up and found the spot that would make her crazy with need she gasped and lifted her head. She looked up and met Dale's eyes. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched the women caress each other. Sarah caressed every inch of her.
Dale watched the two women and felt himself getting larger and larger. He stared into Laura's eyes as he finally slipped inside Sarah. He drew back before sliding into her. Laura could feel Sarah's moans vibrating against her as he slammed into her over and over again. The harder he pushed the faster her finger slid inside Laura and the harder she sucked her click into her mouth. Finally both women screamed with their orgasm.
“Switch.” The voice coming from Dale had gotten deeper as both women did as he commanded. Laura repeated the process on Sarah's caressing her breasts slowly one at a time while Dale slammed her over and over until all three of them exploded together spent Dale leaned back on the stairs.
Dale looked at the two of them and they smiled at each other. Maybe this experience helped to bring them closer together. They swam around and played in the water for a while and then made love again and again that evening. It seems that there had been a lot of tension and sexual energy with all of the events of the past few days and Laura could definitely feel herself in love with both Sarah and Dale. She never felt so alive and wanted the evening to last forever.
Undressed by Dr. Ryan
By: Naughty Nicole
Undressed by Dr. Ryan
©Naughty Nicole, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter 1
If there ever was such a thing as a lobotomy, Ashley was experiencing it. She felt like her brain was being pulled out through her tiny ear canal.
“So tell me about yourself,” the Perry Ellis well-suited man who sat across from her was asking. She was first inclined to answer his question by pointing out how mundane his conversation was, but she kept her mouth shut and sipped on her wine.
The waitress arrived spearing her the need to and for the first time since she has been back on the dating scene she has felt like bolting for the door. How could a man so gorgeous and clearly intelligent, because yes you did need smarts to be a computer engineer, be so predictable and epically liking in juice flowing material?
This has got to be the worse date of my life! I need another drink, she bemoaned her existence internally.
Pouring herself another drink she prepared herself for the conversation to come.
“Tell me about you,” he repeated.
She took a deep breath and tried her best; maybe he was just a bit nervous and needed to warm up some more.
“Well, I am a writer which means I am a little crazy.”
“Crazy?” he asked almost as if she had just told him she was a psycho serial killer and he was her next victim.
“Meaning I see the world with more vivid imagination than the average person,” she soothed his furrowed brows and watched relief wash over his face.
“Ahh okay. And what do you do for fun?”
You mean when I am not out being lobotomized by boring men like yourself, she thought to herself.
“I like to play tennis, read and travel,” she said instead. “What about you?”
He chewed slowly on the piece of calamari he had just elegantly sliced and delicately placed in his mouth. She waited on what seemed like eons for him to respond to her question.
“Me what?” he asked innocently.
Lord grant me the serenity to… she began to say in her head trying hard to hold the smile she wore like a default façade. She glanced at her watch and saw they had been at this for almost thirty minutes and the only thing stopping her from leaving was the fact that she was actually hungry and these appetizers were a promise to a more orgasmic entrée to come, unlike her present company.
“Tell me about yourself, Jake.” She plucked a buttered calamari from the shared placed and placed it in her mouth.
“I am a computer engineer, specializing in...”
No, she just couldn’t. Ashley focused on the wine bottle in front of her and blocked his voice out. He was reciting the same thing she had seen on his online profile when she had Googled him and the company he worked for. What did he think this was? An interview for a job?
Well, to be fair it was but not that kind of job. She looked around the restaurant searching for the closest exits so she could get the heck out of dodge. She was saved the need to bolt when her cell phone pinged.
“Do you mind?” she asked him waving the phone.
“No of course not,” he said and continued reciting the
lines he had written about himself that stroked his ego and inflated his sense of self-importance but bored her to the depths of a kind of hell she needed out from:
How is it going?
The message was from Laura and she jumped on the means to escape, her mind screaming freedom.
“I am so sorry Jake, but I have to go. There is an emergency at home.” He looked at her like a wounded puppy and she still the urge to roll her eyes.
“Sure, I understand,” he said and she jumped up from her chair without so much as a second thought. She didn’t want to give him any time to ask her what was wrong then volunteer to escort her home. No, she wanted out and now.
He stood as she left the table and they said quick goodbyes at the door with a promise to link up a bit later. It was a promise she had no intentions of keeping. She lightly jogged down the stairs and called a cab, lucky enough to get one almost immediately and as she hopped in she breathed a sigh of relief. This single thing had its perks but she moments like this made her want to just buy a couple cats and call that life.
Kicking off her shoes at the front door and peeling her clothes off down to her underwear, she sat with a flop in her worn out couch and called Laura.
“Hey!” her best friend of almost seventeen years said with enthusiasm. It was the kind of hey that aid she wanted to know all that happened.
“Dating is evil,” Ashy said rubbing her eyes in frustration. Laura laughed on the other end of the phone, no doubt amused by the fact that just recently Ashley had recently bragged about all the perks of her single and sexy life.
“Was he that awful?”
Ashley sighed. “I don’t know if awful is the word to describe him, maybe stoic and boring are far better.”
“But he was so hot,” Laura moaned. “I hate when that happens.”
“He was definitely hot, but the only way I was going to get any action there was if I ripped his voice box out and prevented him from speaking. There are men who speak you right out of your underwear, and there are those who speak you right into a chastity belt.”
Laura howled with laughter in her ear. “I think it’s time you got those cats.”
Groaning Ashley flopped onto her back and thought of the time when her love life was the envy of althea women around her. She had the curvaceous body to die for, the ability to wield prose like an awesome seductress and the brains to go along with the package. She was every man’s dream and she occasionally played the field, it had even been more fun since she had hooked up with Ava and Laura her two best friends. Together they had been dabbed The Dallas Heartbreakers because they had their fun and then broke hearts, but this date made her feel like all she needed to be breaking were cats.
“Not all that glitters is gold, right?” Laura pointed out the obvious and they said their goodbyes shortly after that and Ashley looked forward to Monday when she would be too busy to care how her weekend went.
Chapter 2
Monday morning broke with the chirping of the birds outside her window like a prelude to one of Bob Marley's greatest songs. Sad thing was if she wasn't out of her little cooped up apartment in the next half an hour she was going to be late.
It was what they called the Monday curse, once you were late on a Monday you were doomed to be late for the rest of the week. And seeing as she had just managed to land her dream job at the couture magazine Shimmer, she was not about to screw it up.
In twenty minutes she was out the door and in her car trying her best not to break the speed limits as she made her way to the office. Laura greeted her as per usual with a cup of coffee and a huge grin across her face.
"What are you so please about?" Ashley asked with a raised eyebrow. Laura only ever grinned like that when she was up to no good or had been busy getting it on all night.
"Nothing," she said sipping on her coffee and winking at Ashley over the top of the cup.
Yup, it was the latter. While she had been home thinking about her utter hopelessness and lack of action on the acting front, which will likely result in her becoming the cat lady Laura had been pulling some Marvin Gaye type stunts.
"I hate you," she said to her best friend of more than seventeen years.
Laura only laughed at her. They got to the worker bees cubicles they called home most of the day. She glared at Laura who desk was right behind hers and tried to ignore the pleased grin on her face.
"Jackson and Moraz!" Their editor hollered at them. "No lollygagging today, I need those articles!"
That was the timer for the morning, but the job they had to work on did not make things any easier for her. All these sexy football players were making her long for something more out of life. As they worked on articles profiling the hottest football players in Dallas she was transported back to her high school days when jocks and cheerleaders were always hooking up.
"Maybe I will become a Dallas cheerleader," she said to Laura over her shoulder
“Ok, that is an all-time low,” Laura swiveled in her chair to throw a reprimanding glance at the thought of such hopelessness.
Ashley would not be defeated. “Come on cheerleaders are humans they need some good tender loving too.”
“Oh yes I agree. You just won’t be one so forget it.”
Ashley sighed. “Well something has just got to give, because I really do not like cats.” She turned to see Laura grinning at her all over again, the kind of grin that said she had gone and done something that would likely get them both killed or something.
“Spit it out. Now!” she ordered the same time thinking about where she would get the bail money from for whatever crazy Laura had gone and done. Had it been Ava who was sitting across from her grinning she would have figured they won the lotto or something, but when Laura smiled Hades got a headache.
“Okay so you have to go. You cannot say no, because I think this guy is exactly what you would like.”
Ashley knew instantly what that meant. “Nope! No. no, no!”
“Come on Ash!”
This time Ashley turned to look her right in the face. “That is exactly what you said the last three times when you sent me out with brain cell killing Duds. I am not interested.”
“The third time will be the charm,” Laura smiled.
“You forgot how to count, this will be the fourth time and I am not going.” She turned back to her work.
“Okay, fine creepy cat lady.”
Ashley chuckled. “Okay, what’s so nice about this guy and if he is so good why don’t you date him?”
“I am otherwise occupied at the moment and I think he is more your speed. So are you going to go?”
She had to think about it for a moment. She wanted to, but she was not interested in wasting her time yet again. Then again this was dating and though she was okay being single she didn’t plan to remain that way until she was old and grey. Maybe his time would be different, if it wasn’t then she was going to make Laura pay.
“What does he do for a living?” she asked. It wasn’t an overly important question but she just wanted to get a sense of the guy. Depending on the profession you could know if you were signing on for self-absorbed and over- confident, still trying to figure life out or the ever-annoying childish types.
“Think of this as the ultimate adventure,” Laura said, “He will give you all the answers you crave. Just call him.”
“Okay great oracle,” Ashley threw at her friend who quickly wrote his number down.
“All I will tell you is that his name is Ryan. Call him up and be open he might surprise you.”
She doubted that but she took Laura’s word for it. The rest of her day went by in a bit of a humdrum, she finished her articles and started the following days’ work. The only interruptions were for lunch and the occasional bursts of irrational anxiety every time she saw the post it with Ryan’s number. Ashley had no idea why she was so anxious about meeting him and to be honest she didn’t know whether that was a good or a bad sign.
Hours later as duck
fell over the bustling city, she made her way out the door with Laura at her side.
“Make sure you call him,” Laura reminded her and she promised she would, despite the annoying gut feeling she had. Though they lived in the same direction, they took separate cabs as Laura had other plan for the night. It was something that drove home the fact that she was going home to nothing but her empty apartment yet again. She had all she had wanted at this point in life. A writing job for a prominent magazine –Shimmer- she had an apartment on the side of town she had always wanted to live, albeit a small apartment but her own nonetheless and she was making a decent salary. The only thing that was missing was someone to share it with and for every night that Laura and Ava were about enjoying their love lives she was reminded of what she lacked.
Okay fine! I will call him.
She took her own little time getting around to it, but after a long shower and two hours spent making dinner she ran out of reasons not to make the call of fate.
When she finally did he picked up on the second ring.
“Goodnight. Jake here,” he answered and she nearly swooned over herself at the relaxed eloquence of the deep voice on the other end.
She lost her ability to speak for a moment.
“Hello?” he questioned.
“Ahh, hi,” she finally answered knowing she sounded like a complete idiot but unable to do anything about it.
“Yes? How can I help you?” he asked. She could hear the annoyance in his voice but it was subtle enough to be respectful while being clear that she had better identify herself and her cause quickly or she might be introduced to Mr. Dial Tone.
“Sorry for calling so late. I got your number from Laura,” she said not sure how to tell him she was the lost cause her friend was trying desperately to save and he was to be her life jacket.
“Oh yes!” he piped up and she could hear the enthusiasm in his voice that sent relief washing over her. “Ashley is it?” he asked.
