Roulette by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Roulette by loyalsock

&#034A Pair of sixes.&#034 &#034Three sevens.&#034 &#034Full House. Queens over threes. Pay up, Andrea.&#034 Agonizingly slow. Still, closer and closer. Both had lost (first their left, then their right) spike heeled sandals. Their deliberate card playing and movements made those losses seem like hours ago. Nevertheless, the sight of their shapely legs, lovingly caressed by their ultra sheer hose, anchored my attention. Their petite feet were expertly pedicured. Their fingers perfectly manicured. Very minimal make-up was expertly applied. The barest hints of their perfume fogged my brain, which swam with visions of things yet to come. Now, Andrea had just lost her bet, and so, her left stocking. Slightly intoxicated, and with a shy smile, she reached under the hem of her slinky dress and teasingly peeled it off. Karen and I leered as the sheer black stocking was slowly replaced by a stunningly gorgeous, bare leg. Despite knowing their nature, this game had come as a surprise to me. *************** I had met these ladies through a mutual friend at a cocktail party over a year ago. Both Andrea, a shorthaired blond, and Karen, with her shoulder length, raven hair, were then, as now, dressed to the nines. They were both &#034girl-next-door&#034 beautiful. Each had her own arrestingly good-looking features. Certainly, even on their worst day, either could attract any man of their choosing in whatever room she happened to be. When together, the sight of these two friends ...

... naturally inspires lust filled fantasy. Knowing they were out of my league kept me from trying too hard. Perhaps this allowed our conversation to flow naturally. I found them to be smart, funny, and altogether interesting. In a short while, I swear, I began to forget just how good looking they were. Friendly interest from both seemed to be returned my way. However, despite the &#034friendly&#034 tone of our conversation, outrageous flirting and double entendres increasingly crept into their speech. They seemed to enjoy shocking me this way. Several times I was left stammering to their bemusement. I tried to keep up but confess I was no match for either and certainly not for both at once. Each cautioned me that the other was &#034zany... outrageous... willing to dare anything&#034. Yet, each continued to act with the decorum our surroundings suggested. We found I shared many of their varied interests. As the party ended, we agreed to meet for dinner later that week. As time passed, we continued to meet for tennis, movies, baseball games, plays, cocktails, lunch, &#034Happy Hours&#034 and more. Whatever activity one of us suggested, the results were an uproariously good time. They even dragged me off to (God help me) a ballet. Astoundingly, another great time was had by all. We openly drooled over the dancers: I over the ballerinas, Andrea over the male dancers and Karen over both. Yes, I learned that while Andrea was straight, Karen was bisexual. There apparently was an unspoken ...