The last hour before quitting time flew by. Heather's thoughts were only half on her job. The rest of her mind toyed with speculations as to what delights might be in store for her this evening. Both the man and the woman were so attractive, so worldly. She was intrigued by both of them. And excited.
They took her to a fashionable bar overlooking the lights of the city. They all drank Italian liqueur and coffee and chatted. Heather was fascinated by the stories the others had to tell of travels in far-off places. They knew so much, so many interesting people. She was flattered they seemed interested in her, an ordinary suburban housewife.
But then she realized, as she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, she wasn't all that ordinary. She was beautiful. With her red hair flaming. And her full sensual figure hugged tight by her flattering dress. Her red nails danced over the contours of her glass as she fingered it nervously. The other woman reached over and took her hand.
"Are you nervous, darling?" she asked. "Don't be. We're all getting along together very well, aren't we?"
Heather was startled by the intimacy of the other woman's fingers stroking her own. "Why, yes… certainly." At that moment, she felt a hand stroking her knee under the table. She realized it was the man's hand. There could be no doubt now of what the older couple wanted with her.
Heather's pussy throbbed with arousal. She wanted it, too.
"Why don't you come back to our apartment for a while, Heather darling?" the woman suggested.
"I think the three of us should get to know each other better, don't you?" the man added as his hand reached out and closed over Heather's and his wife's. It was a suggestive clasp, of hand on hand on hand.
"Yes… only, you know, I don't even know your names yet?" Only now did the redhead realize the couple had not introduced themselves. It seemed strange, she thought. Even stranger that she had felt no need for names till now.
"What's in a name, my darling? A rose still smells like a rose without the label." The woman helped Heather arrange her coat over her shoulders as they rode the elevator down to the lobby.
"Yes… but you know my name."
"That's true. Well, call us Zeke and Zola." The man's voice was light.
Heather suspected those were not their real names. But she was intrigued, turned on by this additional mystery. These people would always be strangers to her. But tonight they would share an experience.
When they reached the couple's apartment, Heather noted that it was very elegant, but barren. There were no little touches to betray the personalities of the people who lived here. Just the impeccable furniture and drapes and rugs. And a well-stocked bar.
Zeke, as he called himself, poured drinks for the three of them.
"Oh this is good!" Heather had never tasted an alcoholic beverage so sweet, so smooth and satisfying going down. She finished her first drink quickly and accepted a second. She was feeling a pleasant glow. An anticipatory tingle in her cunt.
She waited for the others to make the first move.
"Like it? The French claim it's an aphrodisiac. I've never been able to tell for sure. Personally, I'm always interested in sex." The big man grinned suggestively at her. "How about you, Heather? Zola and I have heard that you… well, that you're a very turned-on lady."
Heather was flattered, and faintly amused by the compliment. "Yes… I guess that's one way to describe me. Dave and Steve brought out the best in me, I must admit that," she added as she finished her second drink.
"We like to try all kinds of different things, darling." The blonde's words were slightly slurred, and Heather realized she wasn't the only one the alcohol was getting to.
Heather's interest was up. Her clitoris was hard and pulsating inside her panties. There was an aura of sexuality, of intimacy, in the room, even though no one had done or said anything overtly sexual.
"What kinds of things?" Heather asked. Her curiosity was piqued. She wanted sonic fuel to fire the building heat in her belly.
"We like to watch… other people. We like them to watch us. We like to have threesomes… or foursomes. All kinds of things." Zola moved closer to Heather and stroked her thigh. "Would you like to play with us, Heather darling? You're so beautiful. It would be so much fun."
Heather wasn't expecting the kiss, and it shocked her at first. But soon she melted into it. Her tongue darted into the woman's mouth and dueled and parried with hers. They clutched each other's bodies hungrily, eager for more stimulation. Heather found herself caressing Zola's tits through her dress. She loved the firm smooth feel of the resilient mounds through the slippery material. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel flesh.
Eager now to continue the sexual stimulation once begun, Heather reached under the hem of Zola's dress and moved her hand up over the other woman's thigh. Unexpectedly, her fingers contacted the spongy, hair-fringed feel of pussy.
Zola wasn't wearing any panties.
Grateful for the experience she had gained with her friend Linda, Heather sank a finger into the clenching hole of Zola's ready cunt and began to wriggle it around. She fucked Zola's twat with her slender finger for several long moments. The blonde writhed and moaned in ecstatic abandon.
The sexual energy that had been sublimated earlier now bunt forth. Zeke stood up and began to remove his clothes. Then he went over to the women and stroked them – their hair, their faces, their bodies.
Heather was unwilling to break free of the smothering kiss she was staring with the sensual older woman. But when Zeke started to remove their clothes, she had to let go of Zola and raise her arms to let him pull her dress over her head. Once they were all naked, Heather stared at her companions, awestruck. They were both so beautiful.
Zola's body was lush, yet trim… full-bodied, yet taut and firm. She was as gorgeous naked as she was in her stunning clothes. Zeke had a firm, strong body. His flesh rippled appealingly over his muscled chest and arms. But the highlight of his physique for Heather was his long, erect cock – thick and meaty, ready for action.
"My… it's hard already!" she exclaimed hungrily before she knew she was going to speak.
"You like my prick, Heather baby? Well, I like that pretty little red pussy of yours, too. You're a knockout, kid. No question on that one. Of course, Steve and Dave always did have good taste in business deal. Now we know it extends to hot chicks."
"Darling, you're lovely." Zola's words were a throaty sigh.
Before Heather knew what was happening, Zola had stretched her out on the carpet and was parting the delicate lips of her pussy. The blonde's tongue aimed for the sensitive nub of her clitoris and hit it head-on.
"Ooooohhh, Goddd! That's wonderful, Zola darling! Wonderful!"
Heather realized at once that, along with their sophistication in the ways of the world, Zola and Zeke had attained a tittilating sexual sophistication.
Zola was eating her, pussy like it had never been eaten before. It seemed her tongue and lips were doing a thousand things at once – teasing her sensitive clit into a hot frenzy, of burgeoning erotic stimulation. The bud was hard and swollen, Heather knew. And her cunt-lips were flaring open, soft and receptive, hungry for filling.
As though she had read the signal, Zola darted her tongue seep up into the young redhead's cunt.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee! Oh! Ooohhh! Ooooohhhh!" Already, Heather felt she had been reduced to a babbling idiot. She was writhing and moaning under Zola's talented tonguing like a deranged creature, helpless prey to the blonde's every nuance of touch and stimulation.
"Mmmm, you have such a nice pussy! It, tastes like some wonderful candy! It makes me feel so good to eat you like this, darling!"
As Zola kneeled on the rug between the young stranger's thighs, her ass waved salaciously in the air, in time to her mounting sexual frenzy. Her husband was kneeling behind her, stroking her buttocks, caressing the moist slit in between. Zola encouraged him. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. Eating a woman out always made her hot for cock.