When they seemed satisfied with brief update of the other’s life, Anthony finally spoke. The curiosity had been killing him.
“That was some performance out there, care to fill me in?” Both girls glanced at each and smiled. Neither tried to hide their affection.
“Well…” It was Miya that spoke. “About 5 years ago, Cyn was dancing at the Devil’s Den, the then owner, Jack, had connections with some big tanning oil company. And this company happened to be doing a huge publicity tour, putting on contests all over the nation, and looking for a new “poster girl” of sorts. So, with Jack’s connections, his club was the obvious choice for the city semi-finals. Well, because a tanning oil company was sponsoring the show, and the Devil’s Den was a strip club, Jack got this great idea. All the girls had to find the most erotic way to apply the oil to their bodies. Most of the strip clubs in town had sent over their best dancers to compete.
“I’d already known Cyn for maybe two years. We worked together at some shit job. So she called me and told me she Jack was really putting a lot of pressure on her to win this silly thing. And I asked what I could do to help. So we came up with this idea, to use me as her way to apply the tanning oil …that dance you saw.”
Anthony’s grin broadened. “I can just see the two of you, all oiled up, rubbing against one another….” He didn’t finish, but just let the mental images flash through his mind.
Now it was Cyn’s turn to speak. “You should have seen her, Anthony. She was so nervous. I thought she was going to be sick… but, like the real trooper she is, she got out there and performed incredibly. We made it all the way to the nation finals with that dance. Until they decided that Miya and I weren’t exactly the ‘image’ they wanted to portray,” she said kind of rolling her eyes. “Oh well, with the money we won I put a down payment on these,” motioning nonchalantly to her full breasts and laughing.
Chucking, Miya inquired, “Are you still dancing?”
“You know me,” she said.
Laughing, Miya simply said, “Yes I do.” But there was something in Miya’s eyes, something that Cyn recognized immediately. They needed no words to understand what the other was thinking. Such was their friendship. Cyn didn’t need to be asked. She would do whatever Miya had in mind. And with the gorgeous man that Miya was with, Cyn would be crazy not to.
“Let’s dance,” Miya said grabbing Anthony with one hand and Cyn the other.
Again the music flowed through Miya, moving as seductively as she had before. Only now, she had a playmate. Cyn needed no prompting. Letting the music move her body she followed Miya’s lead. Both were dancing around Anthony. Miya found her way behind Anthony, Cyn moved in front of him and together they began to grind against him. Their hands and bodies touching him every where. He relished the idea of what they were doing to him. The smile on his face was the perfect mask of pleasure.
Anthony put his hands on Cyn’s hips, feeling the way they swayed into him. She began to bump and grind against him, feeling the beginnings of a quite impressive erection. She grinned up at him wickedly. Miya thoroughly enjoyed watching the way Anthony and Cynthia touched each other. And as Miya moved behind Cyn she saw the look in his eyes. The way he looked at her friend nearly drove Miya crazy. It turned her on immensely to see him like that.
But Anthony had his own idea now. He turned Cyn around so that she now faced Miya. And though he could only see Miya’s face, he knew by the glimmer in her eyes, that the two girls shared a looked between. They “sandwiched” Cyn between them. As they danced, Anthony placed his hands on her hips and began pressing himself against her ass. He watched the look in Miya’s eyes as the two women touched.
Cyn let the beat of the music move her. She raised her hands up and hooked them behind Anthony’s neck. He buried his mouth against her neck, sucking and kissing. But as he did he watched while Miya’s delicate hands began to travel the outline of Cynthia’s body. Moving higher, insistent and determined. And as Miya grazed the swell of the full breasts of her ex-lover, Cyn let her head fall back and gave a great sigh. Anthony watched Miya use the ball of her thumbs to brush against Cynthia’s already hardened nipples. Cynthia dropped her hands from behind Anthony releasing him. She moved to Miya’s side and put on arm over Miya’s shoulder and one draped tenderly around her waist.
As they embraced lightly they looked at him and grinned wickedly. He watched, stunned, as Miya bravely slipped Cynthia’s low cut blouse slightly to the side, exposing a perfectly sculpted and bare breast. And as she began to fondle Cynthia, they shared a kiss that rivaled those in even the most hardcore porno movies. Anthony was torn between watching Miya’s hand cupping and squeezing the large breast and the two beautiful feminine mouths slipping and gliding over each. He felt his cock leap at the possibilities of the evening.
When the kiss had finished, Miya kept her hand on Cyn’s breast, but looked at Anthony when she spoke. “Shall we go celebrate your birthday right, my love?”
He saw the envy of the other men as they left the club. Anthony walked proudly between the two beautiful women, beaming. He had one arm around each of them, and in turn each had one arm around his waist lightly. As they stood and waited for their cab, he leaned over and kissed Miya hard. Then he whispered in her ear, “Thank you.” She only smiled up at him. Knowing it would make Miya crazy Anthony turned and kissed Cyn. He heard Miya groan as she watched. All were oblivious to their on lookers.
In the cab it was even more indecent, none of them could keep their hands off of the other two. Anthony kissed each woman, each woman kissed the other, and all while their hands roamed someone else’s body. The cab driver would have a helluva story to recount that night.
When they entered Anthony’s house, Miya quickly slipped out of her jacket. Anthony and Cyn could only admire the beauty of her scantily dressed body. In just her bra and panties, Miya went immediately to the kitchen and mixed the long awaited margaritas. Leaving Anthony and Cyn alone for the time being. Regardless of what may or may not happen that night, Miya felt comfortable enough with her friends to walk around in her current attire. But she also felt confident with the situation to leave them alone.
She returned shortly with 3 glasses in one hand, and a pitcher of the Mexican concoction in the other. Though Cyn and Anthony didn’t hear her at first. They were deeply immersed in another impassioned kiss. Miya said nothing but filled the glasses silently and took a seat on the sofa. There was no jealousy, no ill feelings; in fact, she was extremely aroused by what she saw. And Miya would have been content to sit back, sip at the frozen delight and watch while Anthony explored the body of his new plaything. But again, Anthony has his own idea. Although he reveled in the power he seemed to have over both women and preferred to be the dominant partner, he turned to Miya with soft eyes.
Tenderly he said to Miya, “Show me.”
Miya smiled over the rim of her glass. She understood perfectly what he meant. Putting the glass on the table, she walked to them. Miya stood for a moment, looking into Cynthia’s eyes. There was more than intimacy as they gazed at one another. There was a genuine love and affection in both women’s eyes. As they leaned toward each other, their mouths once again finding each other, Anthony took a step back. Silently, melting into the background, he took his drink from the table, and found a place on the sofa.
A sudden feeling washed over Miya as she pressed her body into Cynthia’s. It was remembrance that overcame Miya. She knew this body as well as she knew her own, but this feeling only added to Miya’s arousal. It was like slipping into a favorite pair of well-worn jeans. Comfortable, familiar, relaxed… but moreover, it felt welcoming.
As they kissed tenderly, Miya’s hands tugged Cynthia’s blouse off her shoulders, exposing those exquisite breasts fully for the first time. Miya admired them, caressing them lightly with the pads of her fingers. She then cupped them, feeling their weight in her hands, and whispered, “They’re beautiful,” just before she kissed the tops of each one. As Miya’s warm mouth engulfed one very large nipple, Cynthia brought her hands to Miya’s head as her own dropped back. Their soft moans mingled in the quietness of the house.
Anthony watched intently as the two women rediscovered each other. Again he noticed something that passed between the women. Miya, who had always been submissive by nature, had become the dominant one. She controlled Cynthia’s body with a simple touch. Oh, this could indeed become a very interesting night after all. Then he smiled to himself and thought, “more interesting than watching two women make love to each other?” About then, Miya had begun to slither her way down Cynthia’s body. Her tongue painted a wet and glistening trail down the taut stomach. Flicking quickly around and in to Cyn’s navel, the girl flinched as Miya teased. With her blouse removed Anthony saw that the pants Cyn wore rode extremely low on her hips. So low in fact, that as Miya tugged the skintight material down, he saw the waistband had barely covered the smallest and most perfect triangle of dark pubic hair. He heard Miya utter a small ‘ooh’ of approval. Cyn held on to Miya as she helped her step out of the flimsy pants, and as she tossed them aside, she kissed Cyn just above the shaved hair. Cyn moaned.
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