Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Suddenly, Pamela started to work her mouth down to Jo’s neck, kissing and sucking it. As she did so, her hand grabbed Jo’s nipple, working it between her fingers. Jo almost came right there. In fact, she wasn’t sure she didn’t. It felt so good!

As Pamela continued to play with Jo’s left nipple, Pamela’s mouth started to suck on Jo’s right nipple. The simultaneous attention to both nipples did send Jo over the top. She moaned in ecstasy as Pamela continued to lick and suck on Jo’s tits. Jo had never had an orgasm from breastplay before — she was shocked. Good God, this woman was good!

Jo tried to sit up to return the favor. But Pamela had other ideas. She forced Jo back down, continuing her oral attention on Jo’s breasts. But now Pamela’s hand was snaking down to Jo’s crotch, trailing through her auburn curls down to her pussy. Jo let out a small yelp as Pamela’s hand went right to Jo’s sensitive clit. Pamela looked Jo in the eye from where her face was between Jo’s tits and laughed. “A little sensitive, are we?”

Pamela didn’t wait for an answer as she plunged two fingers into Jo’s sopping wet pussy. Jo couldn’t believe how wet she was. Darren always had to start with one finger, but Pamela had no problem getting two fingers in right away. Comparisons to Darren left Jo’s mind, however, as she felt Pamela’s fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. As she was thrusting with her fingers, Pamela moved her thumb to Jo’s clit and massaged it. Jo could already feel another orgasm climbing.

Before she came, however, Pamela stopped, looked Jo in the eyes again, and licked her fingers clean. She then pulled Jo’s skirt and panties off and positioned her face between Jo’s legs. She examined Jo for a second, and then started to slowly kiss her way up Jo’s leg. When she made it all the way up Jo’s right inner thigh, Pamela pulled away and started on Jo’s left thigh.

“Fuck, NO!!!” Jo screamed, as she grabbed Pamela’s head and pulled it to her pussy. “I can’t live with any more teasing!”

Pamela chuckled as she obliged Jo and started to lick her pussy. As Pamela licked Jo, Jo’s hands were caressing her own tits. Once again, she noted the difference between Pamela’s soft lips on her pussy and Darren’s harder mouth. She was also shocked to realize how much Darren’s 5 o’clock shadow normally rubbed her legs while he ate her out. She cleared Darren from her mind and relaxed, enjoying Pamela’s mouth on her pussy.

Pamela was now licking Jo’s clit as she started to pump her fingers in and out of Jo’s pussy. Pamela seemed to be curving her fingers upward as she fingered Jo, a sensation Jo was really appreciating. As Pamela continued her fingering, she was exploring the inner walls of Jo’s pussy. Jo realized what Pamela was doing just as she felt it. Pamela had found her g-spot!

It was all Jo could do to keep from screaming as Pamela massaged her g-spot and licked her clit. In no time Jo had perhaps the most violent orgasm of her life, bucking her hips and writhing in the backseat of the truck. Jo marveled at how Pamela could keep her mouth on Jo’s pussy as Jo bucked. After 30 seconds or so, Jo finally came down from her high.

“OH. MY. GOD!!! That was FANTASTIC!” Jo exclaimed.

“Glad you liked it, Gorgeous,” Pamela responded before kissing Jo. Jo could taste her own juices on Pamela’s mouth, but it didn’t bother her in the least.

“Liked it? That was the best orgasm ever!” Jo squealed.

“In that case, aren’t you glad you didn’t hold yourself back tonight?” Pamela asked.

“Very. And I won’t hold back now either,” Jo said as she started to caress Pamela’s body.

Pamela leaned back and smiled as Jo started to treat Pamela in the same manner Pamela treated Jo. Jo teased her breasts for several minutes before sucking on them and playing with them. Jo then worked Pamela’s pussy over, paying special attention to Pamela’s clit. Finally, Jo kissed her way down Pamela’s body, breathing deeply when she sensed Pamela’s musky scent. She hesitated for only a second before she plunged he tongue deep into Pamela’s cunt. The taste was similar to Jo’s own, but somehow different, a little more sour, but surprisingly pleasant. Jo hardened her tongue, thrusting it in and out of Pamela’s pussy like a small cock as her fingers continued to massage Pamela’s clit. After a while she switched to licking Pamela’s clit as she fingered Pamela’s pussy. She was looking for Pamela’s g-spot, listening to her moan when she heard Pamela cry out and felt her pussy spasm around her fingers.

“I guess I found the g-spot,” Jo silently told herself.

When Pamela was finished, Jo sat in the seat next to her, kissing her and fondling her tits.

“My windows are all fogged up,” Pamela said.

“Good thing,” said Jo, “or the whole world could see what we were up to.”

“True. This was fun. We should do it again sometime.” Pamela suggested.

“I would love to, but I don’t know when Darren might be out of town again and it still feels like cheating.”

Pamela disagreed with that idea, stressing that men loved to see women fuck each other. She finally suggested she meet Darren and Jo for dinner tomorrow night and feel Darren out on the matter.

Jo agreed, thinking Darren could at least meet her new friend.

Friday

“You’re kidding,” Darren said Friday night. “You agreed to meet a new friend for dinner tonight. I figured since I had been out of town all week . . .”

“Don’t worry,” Jo said. “You’ll still get some high quality loving, tonight. We’re only meeting Pamela for dinner. You have to eat after all.”

“I can think of something I’d like to eat. And they don’t serve it at a restaurant.” Darren replied. “All right, then. We can have dinner with her. By the way, is she hot?” He asked with a grin.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Very!” Jo replied with a knowing smile.

They met Pamela at a Cuban restaurant that was known for its fish. The three of them drank a couple of bottles of wine during the meal as they got to know each other. The conversation flowed as well as the wine, and there was plenty of sexual innuendo. At one point Pamela complimented Darren on his taste in women, telling him how hot Jo was. Darren’s eyebrows rose, and Jo could tell he was starting to fantasize about Jo and Pamela together. Jo reached under the table and felt Darren’s cock. He jumped a little and she pulled it away. But her suspicions were confirmed, he was definitely sporting a semi-.

Jo wasn’t the only one with wondering body parts, though. Pamela had kicked off her shoe and was rubbing her stocking-clad foot up and down Jo’s leg. Jo wanted to tell her to stop, afraid of being caught, but she couldn’t find a way to do it discreetly.

After they finished the main course, they agreed to order some dessert. Before they did so, Jo and Pamela excused themselves to the bathroom. Once there, Pamela turned on Jo and kissed her passionately, not even caring about the other women in the room.

“You think he suspects?” Pamela asked.

“No, but I think he’s fantasizing about it right now. He had a semi- after you told him how hot I looked.”

“You are hot tonight, Gorgeous.” Pamela said, eyeing Jo’s cleavage in her tight black low-cut top. “And your ass in those pants . . . Mmmm, I enjoyed walking behind you on the way to the bathroom. You must be wearing a thing to avoid panty-lines in those pants.”

“I am. You’re looking pretty good yourself, Pamela. I love that tight white top; it really accentuates your tits and sets off your hair.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Pamela said. “Let’s fix our makeup and get back to the table.”

When they returned to the table, Darren asked what took so long.

“Just a lesbian makeout session,” Jo replied with a wink.

“Yeah, right,” Jo said incredulously.

“And if we were making out? Wouldn’t that bother you?” Pamela asked.

“No. Not at all,” Darren answered.

“Am I not good enough to get jealous over?” Jo asked.

“Of course you are. But it’s not like she asked about you kissing a guy. I mean it’s different with a guy.”

“But a girl is ok?” Pamela said.

“I don’t know. I never gave it much thought. It’s not like you guys are doing more than pulling my leg and trying to get me hot and bothered.”

Jo and Pamela looked at each other. There was an unspoken exchange between them where they seemed to understand what the other wanted. Finally they both nodded and Jo turned to Darren. “What if I told you I wanted to fulfill my threesome fantasy with Pamela tonight? What would you say?”

“Are you serious? If this is some test or some kind of joke, it’s really uncool.” Darren replied, shocked.

“I’ll take that as a yes, you’d like to go for it.”

Darren looked at Pamela, eyeing her up and down, and a big smile crept across his face. “Hell yea! I’m a man! What man could say no to two gorgeous women in his bed?”

“In that case,” Pamela said, “let’s skip dessert.”

Darren paid the check and they left.

Back at the house, the three of them sat down to enjoy a bottle of wine Jo had been saving. The nervous sexual tension was palpable. Darren finally asked, “Are you two serious about this?”

Instead of answering, Pamela got out of her chair, pulled Jo out of hers, and started kissing her right then and there. Jo looked over at Darren. He was dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, almost making him look simple. She laughed at him even as she started to caress Pamela’s ass through her jeans. “I think you’re drooling, dear.”

Darren closed his mouth with an audible click; wiping it to be sure there was no drool. Jo and Pamela both laughed this time, and returned to kissing and fondling each other. Darren watched in silence, enjoying the show as his hard cock tented the front of his khakis.

After making out for a while, with occasional glances at Darren, Jo broke off the kiss, tugging on Pamela’s tight shirt. Pamela helped her pull it over her head, revealing Pamela’s tits encases in a whit lace bra. The darkness of her nipples was just visible, and they were definitely trying to poke through the fabric. Jo returned to kissing Pamela as she fondled Pamela’s tits through her bra. Soon she was trailing kisses down Pamela’s neck and into her cleavage. As she moved down Pamela’s body, Jo unfastened Pamela’s belt and jeans, pulling them to the ground. Pamela stepped out of them and was standing there in her bra and matching white g-string. Jo took a moment to stare at Pamela, appreciating the brunette beauty in front of her.

Pamela returned the stare saying, “I think you need to get out of your clothes, too, Jo.” Jo did not hesitate, quickly removing her own clothes. In no time she was standing there in her black bra and panties. Jo also wore a garter and some stockings in anticipation of fucking Darren tonight, knowing he enjoyed the way she looked in the lingerie. For his part, Darren sat on the couch, transfixed. He seemed to be involuntarily massaging his cock through his khakis.