Claire's Uptown Girls

Chapter One-3

The action was heating up…and so was I. Both girls were in the grip of rising passion and the powerfully erotic sight of two bare-breasted women grappling on the couch had got me painfully hard. A wild thrill of s****l desire shot through me. My rock-hard prick strained against the front of my jockey shorts, demanding instant release. I reached down to palm my hardened rod with firm deep strokes, rubbing it through the thin cotton briefs, while unable to take my eyes from the fascinating Sapphic scene unfolding before me. I had to get in on this; but first… I wanted the women naked!

“Ladies, let’s go…into the bedroom!” I managed to get out in a voice choked with lust.

I leapt to my feet and skimmed my briefs down quickly, releasing my throbbing c**k to the cool air of that hotel room. The eyes of both women took in my naked body, followed the bobbing motion of my upright p***s as I gestured them to their feet and started off towards the other room. Susan was flushed and breathing hard; eyes hooded over, she seemed almost drugged as she staggered to her feet and turned to go. Dianne solicitously put an arm around her shoulders, and like affectionate sisters, the two of them padded together into the bedroom.

I ensconced myself in the middle of the King-sized bed, propped up against the headboard, giving the women a clear view of my incredibly stiff p***s which stood up proudly erect between my sprawled legs. I beckoned them over, and urged them to take off the rest of their clothes.

Dianne perched on the edge of the bed and slowly rolled down her stockings, while Susan slipped off her shoes and took a seat so she could work down her tightly-fitted pantyhose.

At that point, with both girls in their panties, an idea struck me, and I stopped them from going any further. Why not reserve for myself the final unveiling? There’s something about the pleasure of taking down a girl’s panties that I find positively irresistible. I had them stand at the foot of the bed, next to each other, pantied hip touching pantied hip, while I compared their all but naked figures.

Susan, stood with head tossed back: Tall and well-built, the slightly rangy shoulders and the gentle taper of her long body; a waist that was still trim, flared to the feminine curve of her hips. Her ripe, full breasts hung jutting out; the stiff n*****s centered, embedded in wide fleshy disks. Her belly had just the slightest curve to it, her thin white underpants were plainly cut, unadorned, yet translucent enough that one could make out the gentle mound of her pubis with its thick dark fleece. And as familiar as I was with that body, I never tired of running my hands down those long slender legs.

Beside her stood Dianne, with an arms slung around Susan’s hip, looked like a much younger sister, although the difference in their age could only be a few years. Slightly-built with thin shoulders and a lean hard body, the blonde’s small, delicate breasts were faintly outlined on her nubile chest, marked by the two exquisite n*****s which protruded expectantly. The waistband of the peach panties, slung low on her hips, stretched across her flattened belly between the ridges of her jutting hipbones. The satiny panties were fitted snugly to her crotch. Trimmed in lace, they were pulled taut between her legs, shaping a small mounded vulva demurely tucked between her slender thighs.

I had my two models turn around to present their backs to me, then told them to bend down and brace themselves with hands on their thighs. Dianne was obeying my instructions with a faint bemused smile, while Susan moved as though she were in a trance, her eyes half closed, her face expressionless. In this way, they complied with my wishes without a word, turning and bending over. This brought the two women face to face with a large mirror set over a low credenza placed against the bedroom’s opposite wall. Now they could watch themselves as, naked to the hips, they struck that lewd pose for me, breasts falling forward, jutting bottoms stuck out in lewd invitation.

Wildly excited, I scuttled down to the end of the bed, and scrambled up onto my knees, reaching for Susan, clasping her by the hips. She held herself stiffly while I curled my fingers into the waistband at the hips and tugged down her panties, baring the rounded cheeks of her firm, pump behind, leaving the twisted underwear spanning her thighs. Giving her a quick kiss on the out-thrust bottom, I immediately turned my eager attention to the cute little butt of her companion. With trembling hands I reached for the girl’s compact hips, edging my curled fingertips into the lacy elastic, sliding them around in back so I could grips two handfuls of the flimsy panties and peel them down over Dianne’s tight-cheeked young bottom.

Again their positions invited the inevitable comparisons that simply had to be made: the two lovely feminine behinds offered to me, presented so appealingly. Susan’s jutting mounds were subtly contoured, richer at the bottom, the curves melding smoothly into her voluptuous thighs, between which hung the furry pouch of her bulging s*x. Dianne’s pert, neatly-curved buttocks were high-set, and tautly-rounded. I had to lay a curved hand around that smooth young bottom, to give a squeeze to that tempting little butt, while Dianne, still braced with hands on her thighs, squirmed in the heat of rising excitement.

Susan, who had been watching the young blonde in the glass as she craned back twisting sensuously while I fondled her bare bottom, now abruptly stood up and yanked down her half-masted underpants. Surprising us both with the suddenness of her movements, she grabbed Dianne, dragging her onto the bed where the three of us tumbled over in a confused blur of thrashing limbs and eager bodies; seeking hands moving in a heated rush.

It was the first afternoon we spent with Dianne, but I had the feeling it wouldn’t be the last.