Before he could analyze his thoughts, she reappeared before him. She’d slipped into something more comfortable-but not at all the usual. She was wearing what looked like surgical scrubs. Then he realized it was her masseuse uniform.
She took his hand, and led him across the room. “Come into my parlor,” she said. “I can’t stand seeing so much tension in your neck. It’s time for that massage I promised you.”
The wine had its admittedly pleasing effect on him, and he didn’t even feel like protesting. She modestly retreated while he slipped out of his clothes and climbed on the table, beneath the waiting towel.
Cody couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a massage. Somehow it didn’t fit with the routine of a NYPD homicide detective, though a few minutes into it he realized he should order every member of TAZ to have one once a week, whether they wanted to or not. He could imagine the kind of ribbing he’d get for that.
Amelie’s hands were soft and gentle and very, very strong. They were demanding hands, hands that knew their way around a man’s body and how and where to find the knots. She was very thorough, and very sensual. But she stopped short of crossing the line. When she told him to turn over, Cody found himself embarrassed by the incipient erection she’d caused. “That’s okay,” he said. “Let’s skip the rest. This is more pleasure than I should be allowing myself right now. Rain check?”
“Yes, sir,” she teased, pretending she hadn’t spotted the culprit that was causing his shy response. “Off to the sauna with you.”
She waited for him to wrap himself with the towel, then led him to the door to the sauna, which she’d turned on while he was sipping his wine. “It’s good for you to-“
“-sweat out the stink,” he interrupted her, remembering his childhood on the reservation.
To his disappointment, she closed the sauna door after him, leaving him in the dark room wishing she had joined him there.
When he was dressed again and at the front door, Amelie stood on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss good-night. “Good body,” she said. “Take care of it for me.”
38
Wednesday, October 31
Halloween
It was shortly after midnight that the tipsy trio arrived back at Hamilton’s E. 59 th Street penthouse. Patricia was hesitating. “Can I just watch?” she ventured.
“Sure,” Victoria responded. “Just don’t be embarrassed. Free yourself.”
“I’ll try.”
“We’re good friends. Anytime you want to join in just say so,” Ward said. “Liberate yourself.”
“Okay…”
They moved closer, stood in a tight group, the two women facing Hamilton.
He took out a joint and lit up, taking a deep hit and holding it. Then he moved toward Victoria and pressed against her.
She moved her hips against him as he kissed her and exhaled while she inhaled.
Victoria closed her eyes and held the smoke in as he put his hands against her cheeks and pulled her even closer to him. They swiveled against each other slightly as she slowly exhaled.
Ward moved his hands up. His thumbs caressed her nipples, teasing them even harder.
“Um,” Victoria said, looking into Patricia’s eyes. “Go under…”
He slid his hands under her blouse and stroked her breasts as she took another hit, held it, and leaned back to allow him to slip her chemise off.
Patricia watched intently, her breath beginning to come harder as Victoria leaned back and Hamilton kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples.
“Sure you don’t want a hit?” he asked Patricia.
She hesitated.
He slipped Victoria’s skirt off and took another hit. Victoria was wearing black, see-through panties. Her thick hair curled over the top of them and around the tight-fitting crotch. As Hamilton leaned in and kissed her again, exhaling, she slipped his pants off. His cock was getting hard. Victoria pressed against it as she twisted slightly, rubbing their nipples together.
Patricia was getting very hot, her enormous dark nipples straining against her silk blouse. Victoria reached over, pulled her closer to them. Patricia could feel Hamilton’s leg against her crotch. “Okay, I’ll try,” she stammered.
Hamilton took a long hit, turned to Patricia and standing tight against her pressed his now full hard-on against her pussy through her skirt. Then he kissed her.
Her mouth was wet and it was a deep kiss. He exhaled into her mouth and reached up and ran his thumbs against the sides of her full breasts, stroking them but careful not to touch the nipples. She turned slightly, maneuvering for his fingers to rub her steel-hard nipples. Patricia’s exhale was a sensuous groan.
Hamilton placed the joint between her lips again. This time as she inhaled he slid her skirt off. Her white bikini panties were fluffed out from her silken, blonde hair. He slightly brushed her crotch with his cock, which was now fully erect.
“Oh,” she gasped and exhaled into his mouth. She was trembling slightly. Ward deftly slid her blouse off. Her breasts were large, very firm, the nipples standing up like blackberries for him to relish one after the other while pressing his cock more tightly against her. He slid one hand over her ass and turned back to Victoria.
She was breathing hard too, her perfect hard breasts swelling.
Ward offered her the next hit.
Victoria took the hit, stepped back and began to stroke his cock as he slid his free hand between her legs and caressed her.
Patricia watched, her breathing even harder.
Victoria was moving her ass as Hamilton stroked it. He slid his hands between her legs from behind. She lifted up slightly until his middle finger found her asshole through her panties. She exhaled into Hamilton’s mouth. He continued to move his cock against her hand.
Victoria licked her fingers and slid them under his shorts.
He licked his hand and slid it under her panties, pulling them down.
Patricia stared down at their hands, saw Ward’s caressing Victoria’s clit. She was transfixed by Hamilton’s cock, which was now its full seven inches and rock-hard. She could hear the liquid sounds from Victoria’s pussy as Hamilton began to masturbate her while she did the same for him.
Hamilton took another deep hit, turned to Patricia, exhaled into her mouth and moved his hand around to find her clit, moist and throbbing under her panties. Gently his finger stroked it.
With his other hand he continued to masturbate Victoria who was now breathing aloud and grinding against his hand.
Patricia began to do the same, synching her groans with Victoria’s. She slid her panties down as she kissed Hamilton, and then looked down to observe all three of their organs throbbing in unison.
Patricia added her hand to Victoria’s on Ward’s cock while he continued to caress them both.
“Oh God,” Patricia groaned. Her legs were trembling. She felt the drop of come at the end of his cock and her hand began to pinch the corona to hold him back.
Victoria was humping now, thrusting her swollen clit against Hamilton’s wet hand. Patricia imitated her motion.
“Oh Jesus, it’s coming,” Victoria said, moving faster.
Hamilton turned to her, took Patricia’s hand and guided it to press his cock between Victoria’s legs.
Now he was stroking Patricia hard. She gasped as she guided his cock against Victoria’s cunt.
“It’s coming…” Victoria stammered.
Groaning again, Patricia pressed herself hard against Hamilton’s hand and hunched against it while probing Victoria’s clit with Ward’s cock.
They were all trembling now.
“Me too,” Patricia stammered. “Oh God, me too.”
“Who wants it first?” Hamilton whispered.
Patricia couldn’t say the words. She was mesmerized by their simultaneous movement, by this dance she had never danced before.