There was a medley of scantily clad women vying for my attention. The music was loud and the lights were dimmed.
I waited patiently for her friend to leave her in the buzzing presence of those men who were screaming one thing. They would do and say anything to get it. I pushed my way through the throngs of people until I was standing right behind her.
I spun her to face me on the stool and she was holding onto her drink not spilling a drop.
“Stop wasting your time with little boys who are trying to be men.” She put the drink down and followed me out onto the dance floor. She had this sultry look that made me melt on the spot.
“I have to say you don’t remind me of someone who would frequent a place like this.” She ran her hands down over my starched white shirt. I had the prerequisite patches on the elbows of my tweed jacket to give me an intellectual air.
“Color me curious. What kind of life would it be if I were to hide from the world?” Her breasts were somewhat exposed with the nipples calling attention to themselves.
“How does anybody breathe in a place like this? I am feeling a little claustrophobic with all of these people.” She turned and moved with a seductive sway to her hips.
The dress molded to her body came dangerously close to making me succumb to my animal instincts. I made an involuntary moan when she rubbed up against me. This girl bent over at the waist and was looking over her shoulder with this evil little smile.
“I don’t want you to think I make a habit of coming here and picking up strange women. I’ve been here a few times and mostly I sit alone watching these people like an experiment under a microscope. I would love to take you someplace private to be alone and talk.” I didn’t know where the words came from, but they spilled from my lips like an aged fine wine.
“Let’s not jump into anything too quickly, Professor.” I was enamored and was feeling the courage from the couple of drinks I had consumed. “I will say I do know what I like and what you have in your pants makes me hungry to see more.” She was very forward and had no problem saying what was on her mind without any sort of filter.
“You remind me of a lost soul and I feel responsible for saving you from these boys.” She had her back towards me with her hands around my neck.
She was scratching my neck lightly like a cat playing with a mouse. I felt like her prey. I was waiting for her to say something to stop this from happening. The scent of the woman was intoxicating. I was drunk on the aroma assaulting my nostrils. I was flying high on life and any thoughts of my deceased wife vanished.
“I don’t need a father figure. I’m old enough to know what I’m doing.”
My pants were full and the outline of my appendage was causing her to bite on the tip of her finger. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
“I don’t want to rob the cradle. You’re old enough to be my daughter.” My words carried her on the wings of the music.
She moved around me touching me inappropriately. I was not immune to her charms. There was suddenly another guy in front of her and she was unbuttoning his shirt until his muscles were rippling in front of her.
“I saw you from across the room and I had to introduce myself. People know me by the name of Phoenix Reynolds.” It was obviously not his real name and I felt a little inferior in his presence.
He knew how to work the room and use the power of only his smile to make women powerless to resist. Those muscles were his secret weapon. His eyes looked bloodshot and he was sniffing. I had this idea he might have indulged in some recreational drugs.
“It’s nice to meet you, Phoenix. I believe it’s only appropriate to return the favor. I’m Snow White and my friend is the Professor. You both have this electric magnetism. I can’t decide which one is going to have the pleasure of fucking me.” My eyes went wide with surprise. I knew she was out of my league in so many ways.
“That’s the beauty of having free will. There’s no reason for you to choose one over the other.” Phoenix was manhandling Snow White and was practically dirty dancing to the beat of his loins calling the shots.
“I love the way you think. We don’t even have to leave the club to enjoy each other’s bodies. If you feel daring, then you should join me in the women’s washroom in 1-minute. Do you feel lucky…punk?” She turned abruptly and placed my back against the wall. Her enthusiasm was contagious.
“I’m not sure about this. It doesn’t feel right to take advantage of you in your current inebriated condition.” I was trying to remain honorable when this man was waiting to seduce her into his arms.
“I’m not drunk, but I am feeling good. There’s nothing that’s going to happen that I don’t want to happen. Be adventurous and jump on the train while you still can.” She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in for a kiss where her tongue was practically down my throat.
Her hand slid down to where she was cupping my manhood. Her hand was taking away any kind of doubt I might have had about being with a woman of her considerable age difference. I had no idea what I was waiting for. Snow white was giving me an engraved invitation.
“I still think it would be prudent of me to get you out of here. You’ll wake up with a hangover, but you’ll know that there are still some good ones out there.” I had this catch in my throat and the view from behind when she walked away was priceless.
Phoenix had turned his head and was sucking a puffer for allergies or asthma. He seemed rather embarrassed by it, but was easily covering for his discomfort.
“This is your one chance to take off the stuffy jacket and live a little.” Those words came back to me like a slap in the face. A young woman with her whole life ahead of her had said the same thing.
Phoenix was wearing his Sunday best tweaked with the blood red shirt. It had two buttons missing to give a brief peek at the gold cross swinging around his neck.
This was meant as a focal point to give the girl the idea he had a moral compass pointing true north. His dark pants with the black belt and ostentatious Harley Davidson buckle was hard to ignore.
She had her back against the door to the bathroom down the hall. The only thing I could make out from my vantage point was her index finger motioning to me with her sharpened red nail of persuasion. She used her black high heel to kick the door open with no regard for the possibility of somebody standing right behind it.
I was a little dizzy with the anticipation of touching her in a not so subtle way. I tried to stay the course, but her eyes were the devil’s playground. Phoenix was going to get lucky and I couldn’t bear to let her go through the ordeal without having some kind of lifeline.
I went to the bar and ordered another drink. I quickly downed the contents and let the liquid flow through my veins with encouragement. The girl behind the bar gave me a wink. She must’ve been watching the display of the three of us getting intimately acquainted with one another.
“Don’t think about it for too long. Opportunities don’t come around often and you need to seize the moment.” She had flaming red hair down past her shoulders. The tattoos on her neck and bare shoulders made her catnip for the boys.
“I don’t know if I’m the type of guy to do something like this. Do you have any more tidbits of wisdom you can share with me?” I looked at the door and wondered what was going on behind it.
“I’m sure you have a million reasons why you shouldn’t get involved. Erase them from your mind. Life is about taking chances and living in the moment. She will understand and has probably been waiting for you to take the plunge.” She grabbed my hand and rubbed her thumb over my wedding ring. I know Judy left me four years ago, but I didn’t have the heart to take off my ring.
It was gleaming in the psychedelic lights of different colors playing across the room. She slowly removed it and I didn’t try to stop her. She had it in her hand and then she gently placed it into the pocket of my shirt.
“I didn’t think I was that transparent.” I felt like I was betrayi
ng her memory by being with another woman.
“I’ve been a bartender for 10-years. Marsha has employed me to make sure the guests have a good time. That woman in the bathroom is waiting for you and you’re here talking to me. What’s wrong with that picture? This one’s on the house.” I couldn’t help but let out a yawn. She placed a swirling green and blue concoction in front of me.
I questioned her for a moment with my eyes and then I slammed it back. She took a hold of my shoulders and turned me towards the path less traveled. I had never had a threesome in my life. There was no time like the present.
CHAPTER 5
Snow
Phoenix had his hands underneath my dress and was using his finger to penetrate my innocence. My eyes widened as he got in as far as the first knuckle.
“God damn… I never thought it would be so exciting to do this in the bathroom. Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you want to do with me. Nothing is off limits. I am a slave to your desires.” The words didn’t sound like me. It was as though someone else or a spirit of some sort took over my body and mind.
I got this interesting image of him with this cocky grin on his face and the landscape of the world sprawled out in front of me. I could actually hear the wind and the sound of the engine flying underneath his expert direction. I was shaking like a leaf with my hands trembling.
He sneezed and his eyes were puffy like they were when we were dancing. It didn’t stop him from having his way with me.
“This raw sexuality is hot.” We were in the last stall and I was pressed up against the wall with the door open a crack.
The excitement of someone walking by and stopping to watch for a moment with their drink in their hand was thrilling. He was very insistent in making me explode with only his finger. It turned into two thick digits churning my insatiable appetite to the surface.
I looked down and found his cock naked sticking ramrod straight through his zipper. I grabbed the heated missile in my fist. The heat was a sobering reminder of how far I had allowed him to get. We had only just met.
“It looks like you started without me. I’m going to have to catch up.” The professor with salt and pepper hair and goatee to match closed the door to give us some privacy.
“Get that cock out and let me see it.” It was a brazen thing to say and he wasn’t put off by my forceful demeanor.
“I thought you would never ask.” With the confidence of a lion tamer, he extracted his weapon of choice.
I gave it a light and decisive slap to the head to make it bounce up and down for my amusement. Being with two guys had only been in my fantasies. I never thought that I would have the chance to live it.
I had both of them in my hands and they were standing there allowing me to abuse them. Their sizes were similar at around 8 inches. The professor was a little thicker than Phoenix.
“I love the idea of being with two men from different generations. I get to live vicariously through both of your eyes.” There was this anxiousness in the air I couldn’t put into words. I could see that Phoenix was a little over eager to get to the main reason why we came into the bathroom in the first place.
He looked angry and kept trying to slap my hands away. I showed him I could be just as persistent by using my nails to tame the beast. He grunted in response and I smiled to let him know this was my way or the highway.
“You should sit down and get a closer look.” The professor looked like he was ready to teach a class and didn’t exactly come out dressed to impress.
I sat down on the toilet with the cold porcelain making me feel this chill run through my lower extremities. I still had a hold of their masculinity in the palm of my hand. They were both dripping expectantly. I had the power and I was going to use it.
“Just touching me like that gives me a reason not to take matters into my own hands.” Phoenix had these playboy good looks and blond hair airbrushed to perfection.
His dimples were hard to contain when he was smiling from ear to ear. He stood a couple of inches taller than the professor. He was sexually confident in his abilities and had the muscles to be the perfect portrait until he opened up his mouth.
“I can’t pretend I don’t want the both of you.” I was salivating for the chance to taste the difference between the two of them.
“Why don’t you show us instead of telling us?” The professor found his courage at the bottom of a bottle.
I noticed the wedding ring was no longer on his finger where it was cutting off the circulation. Taking it off gave him a license to play by a different set of rules.
“I don’t mind if I do.” I steadied his aim and used my tongue to swipe across the leaking eye.
The professor trembled to my touch and his body responded in much the same way that I believed it would. I had my hand holding the base. I opened my mouth wide enough to inhale his sausage. It stretched my jaw and made me work to keep his jerking member still on the surface of my fluttering tongue.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me.” Phoenix had opened up his shirt and the gaudy chain around his neck was blinding me.
I released my oral grip on the professor and turned my attention to the one I had primed with my hand. There were no winners or losers in this scenario. I was enjoying the act and had my hand underneath my dress to supply me with the necessary incentive.
“I’ve always loved the way a woman looks on her knees servicing me.” Phoenix wasn’t exactly shy about his youthful exuberance.
He used the power of his hips to drive relentlessly in and out of my mouth. I normally would have found his behavior appalling, but this time it was awakening the woman who had become all too familiar to me. I was letting him into the tight confines of my throat. I didn’t even show a hint of a gag reflex.
“I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. I was sheltered from the world growing up by strict Catholic parents. The only woman I’ve ever been with is my wife.” His confession was a little out of place and I could tell Phoenix was giving him dirty looks to keep him from ruining what was going to be a good time had by all.
“I don’t want to hear about your high school romance. I'm a little busy at the moment. Stop talking and enjoy what you have.” It was good advice and how he was able to talk while I was sliding him back and forth along my agile tongue was beyond me.
I could see in Phoenix’s eyes the thoughts of a dirty young man coming to the forefront. There were no promises of a future when the only thing that mattered was the moment. The sweet nectar pooling on my tongue was making me aware of the sexual tension in the air.
I felt Phoenix tense up and he lurched forward with his hands on the back of my head. I felt the first shot go directly into my throat. He didn’t give me a chance to taste what was boiling up inside of him.
He was trying to say something, but the pleasure centers of his brain were working overtime. The muscles in his neck were pronounced not unlike the vein down the back of his shaft.
He stood back with this crazy look of satisfaction on his face. The smile was indicative of someone who was in desperate need of a nicotine fix. I was no stranger to the pull of a cigarette after sex. It was a bad habit. I was able to break it right after the accident.
“Go ahead and finish him off. I have a bit of a voyeuristic kink. I don’t have the chance very often to sit back and enjoy what somebody else is receiving in pleasure.” I didn’t mind the audience and it made things heat up between the Professor and me.
“You don’t need his permission to do anything.” Even with his libido pounding a drum between his legs, the professor was still able to pull back from the brink to give me a chance to change my mind.
“I don’t need anybody to give me permission to do anything and don’t you forget it.” I wanted him to know where he stood with me.
His words were prohibiting me from enjoying the orgasm about to erupt between my legs.
“I’m just saying that if you�
��” I silenced his attempt to do the right thing by putting my finger on his lips.
I held the length of his equipment and gave him the tip of my tongue to put him in the right frame of mind. He moaned despite his objections. There was thunder rolling through me and I wanted to feel the lightning of his orgasm.
I sucked it deep, taking it all the way in and back out covered in the glistening shine of my spit. I had his number. He was a little older, but his experience was worth more than he knew. He was fighting to stay in control when I was more than determined to shove him down my throat.
“This is unbelievable. You know how to make a man submit.” He was on the edge and was using the slurping persuasion of my mouth to get him the rest of the way.
“Give her a mouthful. I love the look in her eyes. There’s no faking that kind of intensity. Don’t be shy. You can tell she wants it.” I couldn’t deny his claim.
“I would rather you leave us alone. She might not mind an audience, but I do. Show some respect. I know the word is foreign in your vocabulary.” I found his intellect sexy and I got this image of him smacking the blackboard with a ruler.
He was leaning over me at the desk and I could smell his powerful cologne taking my senses for a ride they were never going to forget.
“Where did you go? This is no time for daydreaming.” I blinked the professor into focus with his knob currently sealed between my red lips.
The shockwave of his climax caught us both by surprise. He was breathing heavy and his face had turned ghostly white. I could feel everything he was giving me with several shots from his over-inflated balls.
It was an impetuous idea to take two men into the bathroom with me. In the cold light of reality, I was positive I was going to think of myself as someone with loose morals.
He finished with jets of his heated cream satisfying the sexual fever I had come down with. There was no holding him back. Phoenix had sneezed five times distracting me from what was happening. He finally relented and gave us room to breathe without his callous remarks.
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