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By *am1970 OP Man 19 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Claire was waiting for us and guided us to a VIP table at the front. The traditional velvet rope shielding the area and the loaded champagne bucket a pleasant surprise.
“Mike insisted” Claire whispered “he must like you as this is normally reserved for only the most special guests.”
“How nice” Sarah responded “you and Ayesha are clearly his favourites. You are my favourites as well” she added affectionately, still glowing from the recent activity.
A tall, red headed, middle aged lady was on the stage. She was stylishly dressed in black leather trousers and crisp white shirt. Top buttons undone so the cleavage from her full bosoms was clearly on show.
Curves in all the right places, she gave off a confident air of being in charge and her appearance alone had silenced the room.
We both instinctively knew this must be Fiona.
Her green eyes sparkled beneath striking and wavy shoulder length red hair. A comfortable and confident dress size 12 she smiled broadly before speaking.
“Lady…” she nodded across at Sarah who was the only female present) “ and gentlemen. It is a special night tonight” butterflies instantly appeared in my stomach, was this something to do with me and Sarah? I was being paranoid. “You have seen the gorgeous blonde bombshell, and force of nature Claire, dance earlier, Michelle our Parisienne beauty has displayed her Gallic charms and now we have the stunning, the adorable…”she was beginning to sound like a boxing master of ceremonies intruding the pugilist of the evening. …”the enchanting Ayesha” she turned to the right of the stage and Ayesha glided on gracefully.
It had only been minutes earlier that she had been in a heightened state of sexual pleasure as part of my most enthralling experience ever. Her Sarah and Claire had gelled as one and nothing could have been more perfect.
Ayesha’s appearance and demeanour gave no hint at what had just happened. Her silky long black hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Big brown eyes smiled in tandem with her mouth, red lips encircling perfect white teeth. Her oval face and high cheekbones drew you further to her phenomenal good looks. “Wow” gasped Sarah “I can’t believe we have both been fucking her. How lucky are we?”
I nodded open mouthed.
The jade camisole had been swapped for the red she’d worn the night before. This colour against her brown skin was striking. In addition to the uniform she had a sheer red cloak that she was to use like a scarf as part of her dance.
Ayesha’s shoulders moved perfectly in time with the music, her long slender arms belatedly joined in, followed in timely fashion by her hips and torso. The rise and fall of her beautiful breasts was mesmerising, prominent nipples visible through the satin fabric.
“I think I’m in love” Sarah whispered “ would you mind awfully if I left you and moved in with her and Claire?” “ I’ll fight you for it” I laughed.
Sarah gave me a sideways, “are you sure”, look, “ok I have no chance in a fight, how about Rock, paper, scissors” I suggested.
“Shut up, pour the champagne and watch” she retorted.
Ayesha’s bottom was perched on a chair at our side of the stage, her back arched away from us, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Her camisole top was lying on the floor. She reached down to her French knickers, seductively sliding her hand inside before seamlessly sliding them down over her long shapely legs, which were pointed directly at us.
A string like thong offered little to conceal her modesty and the tiny lacy string like bra was similarly revealing.
The whole room was spellbound. Ayesha was careful to display every aspect of her charms. The effect of the hair down her back, that almost kissed the top of her perfect bottom, received gasps of admiration. Her pause at the front of the stage to ensure everyone had time to take in her full frontal nakedness was compelling and at this point the room erupted.
Ayesha stayed frozen to the spot in an artistic pose, accepting the appreciation and soaking up the applause.
Mike strolled on to the stage with a red robe that he gently covered her with. Arm round her shoulder he guided from the stage.
I caught a glimpse of Mark, back against the wall smirking, he looked over and raised his glass. “Bastard” Sarah hissed.
“Don’t worry” I said “ He is about to have that filthy smile wiped off his face and we are going to enjoy every minute.
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