Julia's Second Collection

by McAvoy, Bridy

  “Those puppies are mine, lover boy. You like?”

  “Yes…”

  She chuckled and then climbed back off, her hand giving his cock a quick stroke. She nodded to Josie who stripped off her bra and then slipped onto Tom’s lap. He groaned as she pressed her breasts against him and her kiss was longer, harder, hotter. Julia could see her friend had her hand wrapped around Tom’s cock for the entire kiss.

  Julia bent down behind him. “Who was that, Tom? Who just pressed those naked tits against you? I‘ll give you a clue. You’ve fucked her, but guess wrong and she might take offence.”

  “I…” He stopped and chuckled. “Kiss me again, Josie, and I’ll tell Julia it’s you.”

  Josie leaned forward again, waggling her chest so her nipples dragged against him, leaving a tiny breathless kiss on his lips before jumping from his lap. Her bra joined Julia’s in being wrapped around his neck.

  They both looked expectantly at Karen and the taller woman was already reaching behind her back to undo her own bra. That soon slid down her arms, revealing her breasts. Karen seemed oblivious to Steve as she swarmed onto Tom’s lap and added her bra to the collection of underwear around his neck. She pressed against him, squashing her breasts against him just as the other two had done.

  Tom was clearly breathless as she pulled away, but he managed to gasp out her name. “Karen?”

  Julia bent down by his ear again. “None other. Three out of three. Very good. Now you can cum.”

  “Take the blindfold off, please?”

  “No. We want you to listen, just a bit longer.”

  Working to their script, Julia lay down on the floor and the other two women knelt down next to her—Karen by her head, Josie across her thighs. Julia moaned as she thought about what her two colleagues were going to do to her, or at least pretend to do.

  Karen started first, slowly sliding down to floor level and then moving around to position her lips over Julia’s nipple.

  “Tom! Wow! She’s sucking my nipple, Tom. Karen’s sucking really hard. Oh please, not the teeth. Don’t use your teeth.”

  Karen almost cracked up. She dropped her head down, engulfing Julia’s nipple and the top portion of her breast just as a way of muffling her mouth. Julia had the back of her own hand over her mouth, her teeth gripping her skin to stop herself too.

  Seeing as the other two were incapable of continuing, Josie stepped up.

  “You should see the front of her panties, Tom. They’re soaking. You already know they are supposed to be light blue, but the front is navy, they’re so wet. That’s your fault for earlier. Mind you, you didn’t know we were here then, did you? They’re about to get wetter as I push them up inside her.”

  Her fingers started to do just that and Julia’s mood changed in an instant. She wasn’t finding it funny anymore—it was truly erotic. She arched her back, pressing her breast into Karen’s mouth while she grunted and then moaned as Josie carried out her threat and pushed her panties up between her outer lips. Josie kept working on her, while Karen, taking her cue from Julia’s earlier words, captured her nipple between her teeth and gently bit down. Julia’s moans started to increase in volume and she couldn’t keep her hips still. She was sure Tom could probably hear what they were doing to her. Certainly Karen was slobbering all over her breast to make as much noise as possible. Josie was enjoying herself too. Julia could hear her moaning gently as well, and Karen made it a chorus as they continued their semi-charade of making out. It was rapidly going further, though, as Julia raised her arms above her head to reach toward Karen’s body.

  She turned her head, watching Tom’s cock twitch and jerk as his breathing quickened. Julia yelped as Josie pulled her slickened panties out of her slit and replaced them with two fingers. She wanted to yell at her friend that she was going too far, but she couldn’t.

  Karen transferred her attention to her other nipple, her hand roaming down over Julia’s stomach to where Josie was now enthusiastically pumping her fingers in and out of her. Her hips were bouncing on the floor, and she could hear the squelching sounds Josie’s fingers made in her pussy. She knew Steve was catching every detail with his camera. Her moans were almost continuous, in between pants for breath. Josie added a third, and then a fourth slim finger, shaping her hand to slide further in on every stroke. Karen bit down on her nipple and slid her hand all the way down to the top of Julia’s slit, finding and then pinching her clit. She arched her back and screamed as she came.

  Above her on the chair, Tom groaned and she twisted her head to watch as cum spurted from the tip of his untouched cock, spraying up and onto his chest. A second spurt followed the first as he in turn groaned and panted. Several more, slowly decreasing in volume, followed one after the other as the three women looked on, smiles lighting up their faces. Julia wanted to high five her friends. They had all the evidence they needed, but refrained, not wanting to give the whole game away. First, Karen and then Josie and then Julia rose to their feet and walked around behind Tom to retrieve their bras.

  Tom turned his head from side to side, wondering what was going on, but they stepped back, not touching him as they refastened their bras behind their backs and put their assets away. Steve gave a thumbs up and moved through to the kitchen and then outside. He would wait on the deck until Julia confirmed the coast was clear.

  Josie went through to the downstairs cloak and retrieved the three silk robes hanging on hooks behind the door, returning with them and the three women quickly covered up.

  Tom’s breathing had returned to normal and his expression, what little they could see of it, showed he knew something had happened, beyond just his orgasm and the one he’d heard, but he didn’t know what. Josie and Karen bent down at his ankles and uncuffed him, then Julia did the same with his hands. He flexed his arms then slowly pulled off the blindfold.

  He looked from one to the other, clearly disappointed to see them all now covered, although Karen looked incredible in a robe that was at least four inches too short on her lanky frame.

  “Time for you to go, Tom. Goodnight.”

  He snapped his head around to look at Julia, his eyes burning with a question that faded into embarrassment as he realized he was the only one still naked.

  “Can I…can I use the bathroom?”

  “No. You like to send women home all messy. Now it’s your turn.”

  He glared at her, then at the other two who simply stood there watching him. He couldn’t meet their eyes as he pulled his jeans and shorts up then tucked his shirt in, trying and failing to stop it getting soiled from the ejaculate on his belly.

  “Tom?”

  “Yes?”

  “Not a word about this, and not a word about earlier events either.”

  “What makes you think I’d keep to that?”

  “Because we have some incriminating photographs of you cumming with nobody touching you. One word from you about this, or anyone else in the office, and they’ll be emailed around the office. Understood?”

  She watched—all three of them did—as he processed the information. After a couple of minutes of silence, he realized he was beaten. She saw the moment he acknowledged defeat. “I’ll get you for this.”

  “No, you won’t. You’re just saying that to make us feel better. Those pictures, by the way, won’t include us in shot, just a picture of Tom, sitting there, tied up, blindfolded with women’s underwear on his head and cumming like an express train, all on his own. You really think you can trump that? Goodbye, Tom. You know where the door is.”

  He snarled at her but turned and left. She wondered how much of his passivity was down to the fact he knew Karen was a black belt in at least two martial arts and had taught a lot of self-defense classes to her female colleagues.

  As the door closed, they high-fived each other, and Julia walked across and flicked the door lock.

  She waited a couple of minutes to hear Tom pull away in his car, then went to the back door and asked Steve to step back insi
de.

  “That was fabulous, ladies…fabulous. I got the perfect shots. That faked orgasm of yours, Julia…”

  She felt herself blush. “It…it wasn’t faked.”

  He looked at the three of them.

  “Well, in any case, off with the robes, ladies.”

  “Off with the robes?” Karen looked a little uptight, although Josie seemed happy enough.

  “I have an arrangement with Julia here, about payment for my services. After all, I don’t want to go to bed tonight with the sight of him cumming like that imprinted on my mind. I want to see something more pleasant.”

  “You might have an arrangement with Julia, but not with Josie, and not with me.”

  He grinned at the tall woman. “Tell that to your ride home, who can’t get her car out of my garage until she’s paid the parking fee.” Steve paused to let that sink in. “Now, off with the robes, ladies. Let’s get some real nice pictures.”

  Julia looked at her two friends. After all, it was her fault that she’d involved Steve in their plan. Josie smiled and started to unbelt her robe. After a second Karen followed suit, a matching grin on her face, her earlier reluctance clearly feigned.

  “Sure, let’s have some fun. You got anything to drink around here, Julia?”

  Julia’s Surprise

  “What about this as an idea?”

  Josie looked at Julia. She’d been staring over her left shoulder for the last five minutes. “What?”

  “This one. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?”

  “Sorry, girlfriend. I’m a little distracted by that nice looking barista over there. He’s either making eyes at me or he’s admiring your ass—I can’t decide which. No, don’t turn round.”

  Julia rolled her eyes and waited until her friend sighed and turned her attention back to her. “He’s serving someone now.”

  “Look, if you’re really mooning after him, go and ask him out.”

  “You’re kidding. He doesn’t look like he’s old enough to drink!”

  “You cradle snatcher you!”

  “It’s not called cradle snatching anymore. It’s called being a cougar.”

  Julia almost choked on her coffee. “You’re not old enough to be a cougar.”

  “And how do you work that out?”

  “Because you’re the same age as me and I am most definitely not a cougar.”

  “I guess marriage does keep you young, after all. You look damned good, good enough to be a MI…”

  Julia swallowed hard as her friend blushed bright red. Josie had been the first person she’d told when she and Max had found out they couldn’t have children.

  “It’s okay. I knew what you meant.”

  “Sorry, sweetie.”

  “I said, it's okay. Can I now have your attention back on helping me sort out Max’s birthday?”

  “Okay. So what are you going to give him, apart from the obvious? It was a camera last year, wasn’t it?”

  “Which is it? Are you being deliberately disingenuous or haven’t you been listening?”

  Josie laughed. “Both. I know you already said you wanted to treat him rather than buy him a present.”

  “Oh, so you were listening.”

  “Duh! Yes.”

  “Good. So what do you think about this one?”

  Julia tapped the ad as she flipped the magazine around. “The Continental is a nice place, so a rooftop suite for the evening sounds like fun.”

  “Fun for the two of you.”

  Julia sighed and shook her head. “I already said that I was thinking about a nice surprise party.”

  Josie read down the advert again and started looking at the price list. “How much?”

  “Well, it’s not cheap.”

  “Fifty bucks a head for a finger buffet is definitely not stinting it. Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. I thought I’d ask a few guys along.”

  “What? A bachelor kind of do?”

  “Not exactly. More make it a man’s party.”

  “Football on the—what did it say?—seventy inch screen.”

  “Something like that.”

  “But Max hates sports.”

  “He doesn’t mind football. Two or three of his friends love it.”

  “Right. So football and booze, then.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And no women?”

  “Correct. Leave them to their own devices.”

  “Never work, girlfriend.”

  “Well, if I ring them and check they’ve got a free suite that night, and can show it to us, will you come with me—you know, moral support—to take a look?”

  “Okay, but I think you’re setting yourself up for a fall, and at those prices, it’ll be a very expensive one.”

  * * * *

  “This is the Senator Suite, madam. I hope it meets with your approval.”

  Julia nodded absently, her attention focused on the sumptuous room the assistant manager had opened the door to usher her into. The walls were covered in silver on white velvet-looking wallpaper. The thick carpet was a deep burgundy color surrounding a sunken center to the room done in a pale cream. Couches were scattered throughout a room that would sit twenty without crowding. One side of the room was dominated by the huge flat-screen TV, while opposite it the window opened out to the city skyline.

  “Wow!” Josie had followed them in and was looking around with a sense of wonder too.

  The guy from the hotel was clearly used to the reaction and stood patiently just inside the door, waiting for Julia to drink in the splendor of the room.

  “Just to the left, here—” he pointed to a door “—we have a cloakroom, and there’s another one on the other side of the entrance. The door in the far corner leads to a large bedroom, and an en-suite bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and a large separate shower. The main feature, though, of course, is the terrace.”

  He gestured toward the glass wall and pressed a discreet button. The wall retracted soundlessly, folding open, providing access to the wooden decked terrace. Julia stepped outside followed by the other two. The edge had a seven-foot-high clear protective screen, which also acted as a windbreak. A row of potted conifers in front of it helped to shield anyone from looking in. An almost invisible net covered the whole expanse, Julia assumed to keep the birds off. There was a retractable roof that covered about half the terrace if the weather turned wet. In the corner, almost next to the room, was a huge hot tub—currently covered, but capable of taking ten or even twelve people, especially if they were good friends. She shivered at the thoughts that crowded her mind.

  They walked back inside and Julia could already see how perfect it was for her purposes. It would be a great place for Max’s surprise party. She checked out the bedroom, and then the huge marble-lined en-suite, which were equally magnificent.

  “Do our facilities meet with your approval, madam?”

  “I think it’s perfect for the party.”

  “I’m pleased to hear that, madam. How many guests?”

  “Including the guest of honor? Can I estimate ten, and firm that number up later?”

  “Not a problem, as long as we know the morning of the party, just so the kitchen can be prepared.”

  “Perfect.”

  “And will madam require us to arrange the entertainment?”

  “I thought you said the TV had all the main satellite and cable channels available?”

  “It does, madam. I was thinking more of the…half-time entertainment for the groom?”

  Behind her, Josie suddenly burst out laughing and Julia rounded on her friend and glared. Josie was almost helpless with laughter. For the first time, the assistant manager was clearly ruffled, his urbane manner undermined by his increasingly red face. It was a minute or so before Josie got herself under control.

  “He thinks it’s a stag do, girlfriend, and he’s talking about a stripper.” Josie had to sit down on the nearest couch, laughter bubbling out again.

  “I�
�m arranging this for my husband. We’ve been married for six years.” Julia tried not to sound too prim.

  “I’m so sorry, madam, but normally when it’s a male-only guest list we anticipate some…exotic entertainment.”

  “Exotic entertainment? Oh, never mind, I get you. My friend was right. Thank you, no.”

  Julia wandered back out onto the terrace, suddenly embarrassed to face the equally uncomfortable hotel manager.

  Josie followed her and squeezed her arm. “You okay, girlfriend?”

  “Yeah. That question came out of left field.”

  “He is right. It is a stag do, even if it’s not a bachelor party.”

  “I’m not paying for a stripper, though.”

  Having recovered her poise, Julia returned to the room and smiled at the hotel representative. “It’s perfect, so I’d like to make the booking, please.”

  He smiled back at her, relieved he hadn’t put his foot in it. “Then, if you will accompany me to the front desk, we can sort out the paperwork—although it’s all on the computer these days.”

  “Isn’t everything?”

  Julia saw Josie looking around the room for one last time. Obviously, there was something going on in her friend’s devious mind.

  * * * *

  “How’s the party plan?”

  Julia giggled, seeing, yet again, Josie’s attention was on something behind her.

  “What you mean is talk about something while you feign interest so you can ogle the barista behind me.”

  Josie pouted. “That’s a mean thing to say.”

  Julia grinned. “Well, I have seven of his old college buddies coming. Two couldn’t make it and one has dropped off the face of the earth.”

  “Literally?”

  “Nah. He’s in Indonesia up in the hills, working.”

  “Ah, a bit of a distance to travel then.”

  “Just a bit.”

  “Nobody from his work then?”

  Julia shook her head. “His place isn’t like ours. We’d all go happily to Simon’s or Chris’s parties, but they’re more insular. So, no, not asking them to this. Might do a barbeque the following week or something. That’s more their style, I guess.”