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Bzzz. Sarah and I stood by the resident manager’s intercom in the hotel’s parking garage and waited for a response. Nothing. “Are you sure he’s here?” I asked her. “Well, he was earlier, and his car’s here. Try it again.” Longer this time, bzzzz. “Yes?” came John’s voice over the tinny intercom speaker. “Hey John! It’s Jim and Sarah. Have time for visitors?” There was genuine pleasure in his voice when he answered, “Of course, of course! I’ll be right down.” I smiled at Sarah and she winked at me. We heard John clomping down the stairs and then the door swung open. He reached out and wrapped the two of us in a big hug. “It’s great to see you! How are you? Come in, come in!” We followed him up the stairs and I felt Sarah’s hand slide down to my ass and grab a handful. In response I reached over and grabbed a boob. We laughed at each other and John asked what was so funny. “Inside joke,” Sarah covered. John led us into his private suite and turned to face us. “Twice in one day for Miss Sarah. People are going to start talking, and you,” he addressed me quite seriously. “You broke her heart. Shame on you.” “I hear you called me an asshole,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “That’s right, and you deserved it. What were you thinking?” he asked with bewilderment. “You’re right, you’re right,” I sighed with honest remorse. What had I been thinking when I broke up with her? It seemed so stupid now. “Well, at least it looks like you two have kissed and made up,” he said. “We sure have,” Sarah smiled as she planted a very soft, sensual kiss on my lips. As her kiss warmed me, I could feel my cock starting to grow yet again. I lost myself in the intensity of our connection. John watched silently, and when our mouths parted I noticed a grin on his face. He said gently, “That’s more like it. Now make yourselves comfortable and I’ll fix us some drinks. I have a new favorite margarita recipe I want you to try.” And he disappeared into the kitchen. We kicked off our shoes by the door and I followed Sarah over to the couch where she laid down on her back and pulled me down on top of her. Our mouths met again and we started making out. We kissed and touched and explored each other. “You’re making me so wet,” she purred. “Good,” I grinned as I started sliding down her body. “Where are you going?” she asked with an excited giggle. “Down,” I winked. “But John will be back any second! He’ll catch us!” “He might,” I grinned. “Now show me your pussy. I have some more kissing and making up to do.” With an easy laugh, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide open for me. “My pussy likes French kisses,” she reminded me. I stared between her legs and was once again glad she hadn’t worn panties. I rubbed her slippery gash with my fingers and slipped a fingertip inside. I lowered my face and tasted her sweet, wet cunt. It was so intoxicating that I started licking and sucking greedily. “Mmmm,” she sighed. “I love what you do to me,” she groaned and pulled her legs even farther apart. “Ohhh, that’s it. Lick my pussy,” she purred. Before long I heard the blender whirring noisily in the kitchen. I knew that our drinks were nearly ready and John would soon walk in on us, catching me hungrily tonguing Sarah’s naked pussy. My cock was painfully erect. I looked up into Sarah’s eyes and said, “Why don’t you take your top off and throw it towards our shoes? Give John the thrill of his life.” With only the slightest hesitation she flashed me a wicked grin and peeled her top off. “I’m going to keep it close by, though,” she said as she set the halter beside her on the couch. She looked beautiful lying there topless, her nipples jutted up in stiff pink points. She squeezed them between her fingers and thumbs and started playing with them. “Now quit watching and get back to licking my pussy. That felt so good,” she grinned. I did as I was told. I listened to her quiet, sexy little grunts and moans as I tongued her sensitive pussy. I buried my nose in her cunt and drank in Acıbadem escort bayan the heady aroma before pushing my nose higher and nudging her clit with it. I sucked each pussy lip in turn, then I pushed my tongue flat against her and began lapping her cunt from perineum to clit, again and again. Suddenly John asked us a question from the kitchen, but I was so preoccupied with Sarah’s delicious pussy that I had no idea what he said. Nor did I care. I just kept lapping her sweet pussy and sucking her clit. Luckily, Sarah was able to shout “Salt!” in answer to John’s question. And then Sarah heard him walking towards us and had a moment of indecision. Let him catch us or chicken out? She chickened out and quickly pulled me up to sit next to her. But Sarah soon realized she’d waited too long. Grabbing her top off the couch, she couldn’t decide front from back. Why was there no tag? Her heart raced as she fumbled with the tiny halter. Now she knew John was going to catch her topless but still she raced the clock to try to prevent it. Adrenaline made her hands shake. Too hurried to care if she was putting it on correctly, she snaked her hands inside the sexy little top and raised her hands above her head. Too late. John rounded the corner into the living room with the three large margarita glasses he was precariously carrying. When he saw Sarah with her hands above her head and her beautiful tits exposed he stopped dead in his tracks. Sarah’s eyes locked on John and she froze, suddenly unable to move. A big smile spread across his face as he walked towards the beautiful redhead with her pale, full breasts enticingly bare. “Fantastic!” he enthused. “Are you taking it off or putting it on?” I jumped in and answered for her, “Taking it off, of course.” I reached up and tried to take the useless little garment from her, but her hands wouldn’t let go. She unfroze and said, “You wish!” as she pulled her top down to cover her boobs. “Now let me try that special margarita,” she told John, struggling to act like this was nothing out of the ordinary, even as her cheeks flushed and her erect nipples pushed out sexy points in the thin material of her halter. John started to hand her a margarita then paused. With a teasing grin he said, “I’ll trade you this marg for your top. Strip it off and you’ll get this tasty beverage.” Still blushing, but very aroused, Sarah scoffed, “Right, and let you guys stare at my tits all day. Just give me the drink.” She reached out and took two glasses from him, passing one to me. We each sampled our margaritas, and I noticed Sarah taking a good, long draw of hers. When she took a breath she said, “Wow! Excellent margarita!” then took another deep drink. She set it down and I noticed she’d downed half of it already. “Be careful,” John warned. “There’s a lot of tequila in that.” “I can tell,” Sarah piped up. “I like it, and I like how it’s already making me feel warm.” “Well, you’re probably warm from all those clothes you’re wearing,” I teased. “Maybe we should get you out of them.” “You’re so sweet,” she smiled at me. “You’ll do anything to help a girl out… of her clothes.” We all laughed and Sarah leaned against me affectionately. John couldn’t help staring at Sarah’s chest and appreciating how her stiff nipples poked excitedly through her top. Then his gaze slid down to Sarah’s long, bare legs, admiring the way her gaping skirt exposed them almost all the way up to her panties. John’s imagination kicked into high gear. With an outfit as sexy as this, what must her panties look like? Something special, he was sure. Little did he know! He did his best to peek up her skirt. Sarah knew exactly what he was doing but pretended not to notice. I decided that was my cue. “Doesn’t she look fantastic?” I asked him. “She’s a goddess, no doubt about it,” he replied. “And I love that outfit.” “So do I,” I agreed. “But I don’t think she likes it very much because she keeps trying to take Escort Kaynarca it off,” I joked. “Oh stop,” she smiled and punched me in the arm. “But it’s true, isn’t it,” I grinned. “Maybe,” Sarah smiled. “That’s what I thought. Tell you what. Why don’t you do a little striptease for us? Strip off every stitch. Wouldn’t take much stripping though, would it, babe?” I said. John raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is that right?” “That’s a very daring outfit she’s wearing,” I hinted. John looked at Sarah appraisingly and said, “Is that all you’re wearing?” “Is what all I’m wearing?” she pretended not to understand. “Well, you’re clearly not wearing a bra, but I wonder if you’re also bare under that sexy skirt.” Very excited, but still acting innocent, she asked, “Do you really think I’m the kind of girl that would walk around in a revealing skirt like this with no panties on?” “Oh yes, I most definitely do,” John answered. “But then every guy that peeked up my skirt would see everything,” she protested. “I know. It’s very brave. And sexy as hell, but I don’t think you’d let every guy peek up your skirt and see everything.” “Oh, I see. Just some guys. Like you, for example.” “Well, why not me?” She looked him in the eye and sat quietly for a moment, considering the situation. Then with a wicked grin she very deliberately uncrossed her legs and boldly spread her knees. She could feel the cool air washing over her damp, naked pussy and was very excited. I looked between her legs and was not surprised to see that her skirt had ridden up. The lowest button had been just below her pussy, but now it was well above the junction of her legs. I looked into the shadows of her skirt’s gaping slit and was treated to a beautiful view of her wispy ginger bush and the bulge of her mons. “Well?” she asked him seductively. “Can you see everything’?” He stared hungrily between her legs then said, “No, your skirt’s making too many shadows. Why don’t you take it off? It’s barely staying on anyway.” She replied in a very sexy voice, “You’re right, this skirt keeps wanting to come off. These three little buttons are all that’s keeping it on. Flick flick flick and it falls right off. What was I thinking wearing such a revealing outfit out in public?” Sarah was almost shaking with arousal and excitement. She spread her legs a little farther, daring us to look at her naked pussy. She felt an intense rush as John stared up her skirt. “What do you see now?” she asked lustily. John was clearly enjoying the game but didn’t have my view because he said, “Maybe a tiny orange thong but it’s hard to see.” I pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Orange? He’s looking at your pussy hair and doesn’t even know it!” Sarah giggled and winked at me. Leading John along she said, “All my favorite panties are tiny little thongs. The tinier the better, but I prefer not wearing any panties at all. Especially with a revealing skirt like this.” John swallowed hard. “So you’re completely bare under that skirt? No panties?” Sarah met his eyes and said, “Nothing under this skirt but me.” She grinned and gulped down the last of her margarita. “You know,” she said off-handedly as she held her glass out towards John, “I could use another margarita if you have any more.” “Of course,” John said as he hopped up to serve her. In two steps he was at her feet, gaping up her skirt at her bare pussy. Sarah stared as the large bulge in his pants and smiled to think that it was her fault his dick was so hard. To my surprise, she let him stare. She left her legs casually spread and her skirt hiked up. She wanted him to see her bare pussy, and he wasn’t bashful about looking. She’d never been this turned on before. She realized that if he knelt between her legs she’d pull his face in and make him lick her pussy. Her heart raced as he stood above her. She felt the juice of her excitement trickle down towards her butt. I looked between her legs and saw that her cunt Aydınlı escort lips were red and very swollen. Her juices glistened, making me hungry to taste them. I could hardly believe she was showing off her pussy like this, but I absolutely loved it. My cock was painfully hard. With a grin, John said, “So you really are a redhead. The sexiest redhead I’ve ever seen.” With a smile, Sarah closed her legs and handed John her glass. He turned and walked into the kitchen with a spring in his step. As soon as John left the room, Sarah swung around and sat on my lap facing me. She pulled her skirt out from under her and settled her bare pussy against the bulge my stiff cock was making in my pants. She rested her arms on my shoulders and brought her hands together behind my neck. With a gentle grinding motion, she rubbed herself against my erection with only the thin material of my pants separating us. Following a quick but sexy kiss, all playfulness was gone as she looked me deep in the eyes and said, “So how are you doing? You ok with this? Not getting too wild for you?” I just shook my head with a bemused grin, and said, “I’m loving this. What about you?” “Loving it,” she agreed. “I can’t believe I just spread my legs and let John stare at my pussy! Did you like that?” she asked lustily. “Fuck yes,” I growled. “And when he caught me topless I came this close to letting you take my top and throw it across the room,” she purred as her hands came up to cup her boobs. “I wish you had. That would have been amazing.” I paused, then asked, “You know what I really want?” “What?” she asked even though she knew perfectly well. “I want to strip you naked and fuck you, right in front of John.” She bit her lip erotically and said, “That’s funny because I want to strip you naked and fuck you right in front of John.” We both chuckled and came together for a passionate kiss. John reentered carrying fresh drinks and saw Sarah on my lap making out with me. With a grin he said, “Maybe I should leave so you two can have some privacy.” Sarah looked meaningfully into his eyes and said, “We don’t want privacy.” “Good,” John replied, “because I want to stay and watch.” With more confidence than she felt, Sarah told John, “Seems I owe you my top for that last margarita.” His eyes lit up and he said, “You do indeed. Hand it over.” She grasped the bottom edge with her fingers and smoothly peeled her top up, over her head, and off. John and I ogled her gorgeous breasts and I gave her a wolf whistle. She laughed and tossed her top at John. “Wow,” John gushed, “You really are spectacular.” “Why thank you,” she said, obviously pleased. “Now I’ll take that margarita!” “Hold on, now,” John said playfully. “The top was for the last margarita, remember? This one will cost you your skirt.” Sarah and I laughed and she told him he was a cheeky bastard. Still, she didn’t hesitate to climb off my lap and stand before us, wearing not a stitch besides the skirt that was just about to come off. The anticipation was incredibly exciting. Her heart was racing. Could she really go through with this? She could hardly believe she was already topless in front of two horny guys. Could she strip completely naked? The idea was incredibly exciting, but she was really nervous. Almost without being aware she was doing it, her fingers found the lowest of the three buttons fastening the front of her skirt. It opened easily, almost willfully. Only two to go. She moved up to the next, which opened as soon as her fingers touched it. Now the only thing holding her skirt on was the single button at her waist. The entire front of her skirt was unfastened from waist to hem except for that top button. Her fingers hesitated at that button. Her eyes found mine and I gave her a subtle nod. Flick. Her skirt fell into a pool at her feet. She smiled radiantly as she stood before her audience fully nude and incredibly aroused. Her entire body shouted her excitement. Her pale complexion made it impossible to hide how flushed she was. Not only were her cheeks pink but so was her neck and all the way down below her collar bones. Her nipples were full and stiff, and her auburn bush did little to disguise her engorged cunt lips. I hungered to taste her. John and I told her how beautiful and sexy and brave she was.

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