Three's No Crowd
Date: 04.02.2010
Keywords: Three's, Crowd, No,
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"How do you get so much suds?" I asked.
"That's a trade secret," she said scooping some up to protect her body from my admiring gaze.
"Well, I'm a shower person myself," I admitted, "So I wouldn't know."
"That's too bad," she said with a flirtatious smile. "Baths can be quite romantic and sensuous, you know."
"I've heard of that," I replied. "Maybe with the right person."
As she swished around under the bubbles, her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Careful, Derek, old boy. Look out for thin ice and landmines, I thought, so I decided to play it safe.
"And what will Madam be having for dinner this evening?" I said in my best stuffed-shirt kind of voice.
"What kind of meat do you have?" she replied in her sweet clear voice, obviously noticing the growing bulge in my slacks.
"Only prime choice," I replied.
"I can see," she replied. "What's Lisa ordering?"
"A Rueben and a milkshake," was my reply.
"What kind of salads do they have?"
I read down the listings, adding my own little points of emphasis.
"You make them all sound so appetizing," she said. "I can hardly make up my mind."
"I would recommend the Monterey Chicken, Madam. Chicken is in season this time of year."
"Is it big?" she asked. "I like mine big."
"Ours are the largest m'am."
"Then I'll take it!" she said.
"Very well," I said with a bow. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?"
"Well, while you're at it," she said rising a little up from the bubbles, just enough so that the tops of her little tits became visible. "Could you do my back?" She turned in the tub to present her backside to me. Holding out a loofah, she said, "Here use this."
I set down the menu and squatted down to take it in my hand. She knelt in the tub and raised her arms above her head giving me full access to her beautiful backside. I could see the faintest of tan lines running across her back and the same on the cheeks of her ass. I soaped up and began to rub her gently, letting the texture of the loofah massage her shoulders. She leaned her head from side to side as I caressed her shoulders and worked down toward the small of her back.
"That feels wonderful," she cooed, leaning back into my stroke. "Have you had much practice in this?"
"Not really. Not lately."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not at the moment. Not for a while. Things just never seem to work out for me."
As I rinsed the loofah in the tub water, she reached down to grasp my hands and bring them up around to her breasts. "Maybe your luck is about to change."
I let my hands relax and cup her breasts. They were about the size of a half grapefruit and nearly as firm. Her nipples began to tighten up the moment I touched them.
"And just what is going on in here?"
I looked up to see Lisa in her robe standing at the bathroom door.
"Just the hired help taking the dinner order, ma'am."
I stood up and grabbed the menu.
"Lise! I saw him first!" Carrie said, turning around, her hands on her hips.
"But you wouldn't have said a word unless I ..." Lisa began.
"Now wait a minute here, girls," I interjected. "If there is some kind of thing going on between you two, leave me out of it. I'm not getting in the middle of anything, okay. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
"No wait," said Lisa, putting a hand to her head. "This is stupid. It's my fault. I have nothing to be jealous of. I mean, you're just the guy from next door and here we are teasing you like a couple of loose cheerleaders. I'm sorry."
"All right," I began. "Why don't you two get dried off and dressed and join me for dinner downstairs? That way, it'll just be like friends and no pressure or anything."
Carrie slowly stood up from the bath, remnants of the bubbles flowing down her lean tanned body. "Are you sure you want us to get dressed for dinner?"
"Well, I just thought that maybe we would be more relaxed, in a more public place," I replied.
"If we order room service, we could relax like this," suggested Lisa, pulling at the belt of her robe so that it opened up, showing a slice of her beautiful pale blonde body underneath.
"Actually that's not the kind of relaxing I really had in mind," I began. "Now, please understand, I find you both very attractive, but I sense that there's something else going on between you two and I'm not gonna get caught in the middle."
"Okay, shy boy," said Lisa with a flip kind of voice, closing up her robe. "Goody, Goody!"
"I'll tell you what," I said in compromise. "I'll make the call to room service and wait next door while you two finish up in here."
Carrie smiled that sweet grin of hers and Lisa stuck her tongue out at me.
"Goody, Goody Boy!" she called.
"One last thing," I began, "If you hang around me long enough you will find out that I'm anything but a shy goody, goody boy."
I shook my head and headed back to my room, careful to close the door behind me. After I made the call to place our order, I settled back onto the bed. These two were definitely not queer, unless they were playing some weird game. I could hear their voices mixed with the soundtrack of the TV movie. When I went to get a drink from the bathroom, I noticed that Lisa had left some of her stuff behind, including her undies tossed onto the counter in all their pink satin fancy. Now if I were some kind of sick fucker, I could have a great time with those. Nah, just the thought of it was enough for me. Just then there was a knock at the adjoining door. I opened it to see Lisa, still in the robe, waiting for me.
"I left my things in your bathroom!" she said moving past me into the bath.
"Shucks, and I was gonna toss your dirty underwear on the bed and roll all over it," I cracked.
She tried giving me a dirty look as she proceeded back to her room, but I caught a smirk working its way across her face. I closed the door and smiled. Looks like I have time to get cleaned up before dinner, I thought. I had washed up, changed clothes, and straightened up the room when there was a knocking at the door. I opened the door slowly, not sure what I would find. Lisa and Carrie were waiting patiently, dressed casually as before, although Carrie had replaced her slacks with a denim skirt that showed off her slender legs nicely.
"We brought a piece offering," Lisa said, obviously holding something behind her back. "Aren't you going to invite us in?"
"Oh, sure. I forgot all my manners," I said opening the door fully and waving them inside.
Lisa produced a bottle of scotch whiskey from behind her back.
"This is my emergency supply. I only bring it out during emergency situations, and the way you were acting earlier, made me think it was an emergency."
"And I brought the ice," added Carrie bringing a full bucket.
"I told you," Lisa said to Carrie. "His room is nicer than ours. Should we kick him out?"
We laughed together and set out the glasses, filled them with ice and scotch and toasted our new "friendship." Dinner soon arrived and I moved a chair from their room into mine so that we could all be comfortable. As we ate, I noticed that although our conversation was friendly, there were several double entendres and a couple of inside jokes between them. I was also aware that each one of them had wiggled a foot over in my direction, to play a game of footsie. Lisa had even slipped bare foot up my pant leg, stopping at mid-thigh before dropping her foot away when Carrie got up to set her dishes back on the room service cart.
"How about another Scotch?" Lisa asked, twisting off the cap.
"Set 'em up!" I called out, and she wasted no time in filling our glasses. "So tell me, you two seem really out there. Has the teaching profession changed that much since I was in school?"
"What do you mean?" Lisa asked, recapping the scotch and plopping back down in her chair.
"I guess there's this image of the typical teacher in my head, all prim and chaste," I answered. "You two are about as far from that as I could ever imagine."
"Let me put it this way," Lisa began. "When I'm in my classroom I'm all business. I have to be to keep order and the respect of my kids. But on my own time, I'm my own person. I have feelings and desires like any other person. Who says I have to go around with my nose stuck in a book?"
"I didn't mean that exactly," I tried to explain. "It's more that I didn't expect you to be so open with a stranger. Hell, you don't even know me from Adam, and yet here you are with all of this flirty business."
"And you don't approve?" Carrie asked.
"Hey, I'm a red-blooded male and certainly no fool," I replied. "I just found it surprising. Refreshing, but surprising."
"We're all full of surprises," Lisa said.
"That's the difference between us," I remarked. "With me what you see is what you get. No surprises, no worries. But women tend to be a big mystery to men. You bedevil us and drive us to doing all kinds of crazy shit."
"Like art, literature, music, shit like that?" asked Carrie.
"Since the beginning of time, honey," I replied.
"Just don't ask us what we want," Lisa interjected.
"Why, 'cause you don't know?" I asked.
"No, 'cause we ain't gonna tell you!" she answered. "We have to keep our mystique."
With another round of Scotch, our conversation became wide-ranging, very polite but very opinionated. My story was fairly short and sweet and they seemed interested, even asking some good questions. In turn, it was refreshing to hear their points of view. Both had gone to graduate school and Carrie was a published author. Lisa had specialized in elementary education and had been awarded special recognition for her work with children from divorced homes. As they talked, I would find myself checking out each one (as they were me as well) looking into their eyes, noting their smile or frown, the tilt of their head, the way they arranged themselves in their chair. Carrie was closed up, leaning forward, elbows on the table, holding her head in her hands.
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Keywords: Three's, Crowd, No,