Second Threesome

When you wake up in the morning, you think to yourself of all the important things you are going to do. If it is a work day I go through what I didn’t finish the day before. Sometimes I will have a new way of solving a problem, or it occurs to me that I know someone who I can ask to get more information. If it is a workday I think about the rough schedule,and what I will need to get together before I leave the house. I hate coming back if I am out as about, so I try to prepare for any possible adventure. Today, one thing I have to do is that I am performing with a music group for an hour at a festival. I think we are just background noise, but it is a performance. I get my backpack, include some music, my instrument, and a water bottle. I often will bring a small bag with a toothbrush, hairbrush, dental floss, a phone charger, and a couple of condoms. You can never know if some opportunities will come up.

The performance ends about 3 in the afternoon. There are a lot of people out on the street. I never like to pay for parking. I would much rather walk ten city blocks to a free parking area, than try to manage a paid spot. I like exercise, and walking is one of the best exercises. I am walking to my car, and I see an A frame sign advertising massages. Ok I am up to that. I ring the doorbell. I am standing in front of a newer apartments building, with a bank, a coffee shops, and a massage parlor. I am waiting for the metal and glass commercial door to open. There is s poster of someone getting a lovely massage. The door opens. A short woman wearing what appears to be almost a nightgown opens the door. She motions me inside by holding my hand. She locks the door, and pulls me across a lobby area to massage room. She tells me the price of an hour massage. I pay her and she leaves the room saying take off clothes please. I look around the room. The dividing wall between this room and the next does not go all the way to the ceiling. I see the lights from the other room. This room is dark except for a small lamp with a soft red bulb. On the wall is s tv screen. It is the security camera at the entrance. I guess they screen their clients. I get naked and lay face down on the table. She comes in and starts to massage my back. Then the doorbell rings. She goes and answers it. I hear her talking to someone about coming back. Then she call somebody. She is speaking in another language. She comes back in and says that she is sorry and starts massaging my back. I say it is fine. It must be busy today. I ask her what her name is. I tell her mine. I ask her if she goes out to the festival. She says she stays inside most of the day. It is busy so she doesn’t know what is going on outside. I say it is ok, it is getting dark and staring to rain so no much is probably happening. She is using oil on my back for an oil massage. I really like the way she is rubbing my butt. I can tell that this may be more than just a massage. The outfit she is wearing could hardly be called a sleeping gown. There is no way she would be going outside with that, and I don’t think it is something that would be hard to take off. She has nice little perky tits. My head is facing down in that little donut hole, but my mind is thinking of her as she oils me up and down and circles around my butt. She leaves the room and comes back with a hot wet towel. She wipes down my back and legs. She then takes a nice worm dry towel and covers my back and legs. She rubs me down through the towel. Then she removes the towel. Her fingers lightly move over my legs and butt. She causes me to rise and lower my butt. My penis is starting to react. It is getting hard. When she has got my butt off the table with her gentle strokes, she reaches under to check my dick. She says,turn over. I turn over. My dick is standing tall. I sit up. She says, what would I like. I give her some tip money. I show her my condom, and smiles and takes both from me. I hear someone come into the place. The wall between the rooms do not go to the ceiling and sound travels between the rooms. I hear her say something to the other woman. Then she comes back in. I stand up. She strokes my dick, and opens the condom case. She squeezes the reservoir tip and rolls it on. She squats and opens her mouth and engulfs my dick. She sucks it a couple of times. She checks to make sure it is firmly on my dick. She stands up and climbs up on the table with her hands and knees down on the table. She opens her legs a bit and her butt nicely frames her cunt. I know what to do. She reaches for a bottle of lube and squeezes a bit in her cunt. Great nice and wet. I stand behind her butt. I play with my penis over her butt, up and down her butt crack touching the sides of her thighs, and cunt. I did this several times as she moved her butt side to side. I lean over her with my breasts touching her back, with my hard dick not quite reaching her. I move a bit closer and she reaches her hand between her legs and grabs my hard dick. It is going into her and she is giving it directions. I am inside her. She is tight, wet,and throbbing. If I am not careful I will cum instantly. I don’t want that. I want to slow fuck her. I hold on her nice round butt checks, and slowly move in and out of her. She responds with an in kind movement. My dick is so full, and her cunt is so tight, I think I am past the point of instant cum. I pick up my rhythm of fucking her. She starts to say yes baby, yes baby, and makes a lot of noise. I thinking she is faking it. It seems a bit too much noise so soon. I decide to make sure I continue to fuck her until she stops this fake panting and squealing. Just then the door opens. Someone is coming into the room. I pull my dick to out. I pull the towel over the woman, and I am trying to hide behind her. She says to me, it’s ok. Don’t stop. The other person is a woman. She says do you want another. I say no. She leaves the room. By this time the woman is off her hands and knees and is laying back on the table with her legs spread wide. I am full of desire, but I am thinking that I am past the point of being able to cum. I am standing with good grip on the floor with my feet, my arms hold her legs wide, and I enter her. I am no longer going to go slow. I am going as fast and as hard as I can. She stops her fake noises, and the sounds she is now making seem sincere. Her sounds soft whimpering noises together with heavy breathing. Again the door opens. Again the woman comes in. I ignore her and keep fucking, but I am not going to cum. I pull out. The woman I have been fucking rises her upheld thumb and says it is good. She looks at my condom and sees that I have not cum yet. The two women say to me that they will do a four hand massage to make me satisfied. I don’t have much more money, but I gave them what I had. She says what I gave earlier and this amount would be fine. I ask, do I fuck the other woman?She says no, and indicates that I lay on the table. The woman who I had been fucking massages my breasts, and I reach up and kiss her breasts. The new woman takes off the condom and starts to massage my penis. She is a bit hard, and I go from super hard to soft. I am not going to cum. Both women are covered in sweat, and this is in a what was a fairly cool room to begin with. I said it is ok, I am not going to cum. The woman I had been fucking asks, you are not done yet? I say no, but it is ok. She then takes control of massaging my penis. I am kissing the other woman’s breasts, while I start to experience a truly gentle and appropriate pressure in the hand job. In two minutes my legs are shaking, and ten seconds later I cum squirting. She doesn’t stop. She is going for some extra. Again I squirt. I am past what I would’ve done myself. I am whimpering and almost crying it feels so good. I put my hand on hers to say stop. By this time I had stop kissing the other woman’s breasts. Maybe she was watching her friend. Hopefully she was learning how to do it correctly. They both stand up. I wipe myself down. The woman who I had been fucking, and how had made cum, said, that was good, very good. Please come again.