She smiled curiously and extended her glass, but instead of taking it, she leaned in slowly and kissed him. It wasn't a long kiss, but she did not pull away. He inhaled at the end of the kiss, drawing the scent of the brandy from her lips they broke apart. "Yes, that was amazing."
The brandy glass was quickly returned to the table as they came together in the middle of the love seat. She kissed him with her mouth open, and he felt her tongue darting in to draw his out. She felt his hands slide around her back to pull her closer, his lips moving to kiss the tender skin of her neck and ears.
She felt one hand slide down to her waist, moving up her stomach to cup her breast, exciting her nipple through the cloth.
His heart raced as she gasped, moving her hand to his lap to feel his prominent erection, pulling at the cloth blocking her way, moaning in frustration. She felt his hand on her leg, pushing her skirt up as his hand slipped beneath it, rubbing at the panty hose covering her mons.
She stopped him for a moment, glancing around quickly before she stood, stepped out of her heels, discreetly rolled her panty hose down. She sat down, put the hose aside, and picked up her snifter again. The brandy tasted good as she leaned back against the love seat, her bare legs and feet over his lap, with her suit jacket laid over the top of them both.
Their eyes were locked as she felt him slide his hand along her thigh, under her skirt. She shivered as his hand passed over her bare mons, thumb slipping into the narrow gap between her thighs. The slickness had already spread from her opening to the tops of her thighs as far as he could reach. He found her pebble and pushed slowly just above it, using her own soft skin to stimulate her. She blinked and bit her lip lightly, but continued to stare at him, her face flushing even more.
Karen walked up, coughing quietly before coming into view. She lowered herself to eye level in front of the couch, her skirt riding up. she noticed that Steven glanced down with a smile and followed her gaze. Celeste had a lovely mons with a thin strip of fine black hair visible under her skirt. "Would you care for privacy?" she asked quietly. "I have prepared your room if you would like to be more comfortable."
The pebble beneath his thumb quivered as he continued to massage it lightly. Celeste was breathing deeply when Steven asked, "Are you allowed to join us?"
Karen smiled slowly looking to Celeste and said, "I would enjoy that very much."
Celeste managed to nod her agreement.
The room was dim, with a larger couch, soft carpets and walls covered with bookcases and art. Steven could smell both women’s subtle perfume, the ever present scent of feminine beauty filled the room.
Celeste took her drink and sat on the couch, putting one leg against the back and leaving the other foot on the ground.
Karen closed the door behind them. She shrugged her little black dress off of her shoulders as she turned, letting it slip to the floor. Her straight dark hair brushed the top of her tiny nipples as she walked toward the couch. Steven watched as she stepped closer, then she placed her hand on Celeste's flat stomach, sliding her hand down to cover her mons.
Steven sipped his brandy, watching them from the other end of the couch, his erection tenting his slacks. He watched as Karen leaned forward to gently kiss Celeste's mons, causing Celeste to arch her back, pushing her hips towards Karen's mouth. Karen extended her pink tongue and licked just at her opening, tasting her. "Please ma'am," Karen begged.
"Not yet," Celeste said, dragging her fingers around her navel and mons. "Steven," she said, "come here and pleasure me with your mouth."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, kneeling down on the floor in front of her. He moved her knee aside and pushed his whole face into her sex, rubbing her slippery emission all over his face. She felt him cover her opening with his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around