The eyes of the Lioness - Sex Stories

The eyes of the Lioness

... date. I got a spare condom from my locker. I helped the receptionist with one or two things and said I was taking my break earlier than usual. I stepped into the stairwell ahead of time and primed the pump. Heart pounding, I approached her door. I listened, heard nothing. I slid in the master key and it clicked. Access granted. I opened the door some inches and now I heard something. Moaning. The unmistakable moan of a woman in the initial throes of lust. No, two women- a rhythmic two part chorus of a messy soprano and a smoky alto. I neared the corner of the bathroom and let the hall door close as softly as I could. It wasn’t soft enough, however, or the Lioness had some good hearing aides, as I heard an accelerating shuffling sound and a higher pitch and volume from the soprano voice. The bedside lamps cast them in a sensuous yellow glow, two dark skinned brunette Goddesses worshipping each other on a five star altar. To my surprise, the wife was on top, making the most of the arrangement by alternately sucking the nipples on the Lioness’s incredible exposed breasts, and kissing her neck, face and lips. Both women were bucking and fingering each other like crazy, and somehow the fact that they were still mostly dressed made it even hotter. The Lioness arched her back and pulled her friends face down the explore her breasts more. She was making a show for me. As of yet, the other woman didn’t know I was there. It was only then that the Lioness skewered me with her gaze. She ...

... was beautiful. She knew it. In the confines of that hotel she could finally flaunt it. I knew I was supposed to play into her fantasy. Was I to attempt a striptease? The idea seemed ridiculous even as I thought of it. Was I to lick my lips, or take out my straining urgent penis and just stroke it for her? Then it hit me- her friend was deaf. I wouldn’t be the leering inexperienced young man that I was. I guide her love-making with my voice, moisten her pussy with my sweet words. I would be the worldly, confident man watching this show as if it happened to me all the time, and make her want me. I would seduce her. ‘Good’, I said in a clear, strong voice, sidling up the wall, crossing my arms. She looked at me clearly excited by my unseen presence. ‘Let her suck at your nipple for another minute.’ She angled herself a little better for my viewing pleasure. ‘Brush her hair to the other side, I want to see her face.’ She did as I told her. The wife looked at her face and I could see the corner of her smile before going back to the other glorious nipple and devouring it. I motioned the come hither signal with my index finger. ‘Do this for her. Let her come to you and suck on her lip.’ My excited Lioness followed suit. She gestured her friend closer and they kissed. She sucked on her lip and let go with an audible smack. The woman on top laughed playfully and did the same thing to the Lioness. The sounds of smooching and rubbing each other’s pussies made me have to resist the urge ...