Chance Meeting - Sex Stories

Chance Meeting

... her even closer to you. Turning your head towards her, Gwen's lips meet yours. The kissing engages a bit more as her hands massage your breasts before moving back down to your hips. After a moment or two of this, she takes you by the hand again and says, "Let’s go back to the table," with a devilish grin. Upon returning to the table, I lean over and say, "Looked like you were enjoying yourself." About that moment, Gwen leans in and pulls your face back to hers for another kiss. Only this time, a little bit of tongue slips out and crosses your lips. As you kiss, I place my hand on your thigh as I watch the two of you French kissing. My hand caresses your thigh, slowly pushing your dress a bit higher each time. Then Gwen's hand reaches for your other thigh, grasping it as you kiss. Pushing your dress higher and higher, my hand reaches the edge of your black lace panties. Her hand moves up your thigh as well, pushing the other side of your dress up, now exposing you panties to Hugh and any other person who might be at the right angle. I lean in, "May I?" Pulling your chin away from Gwen and towards me. I begin kissing you, while Gwen undeterred kisses your neck a bit. She moves her fingers over your panties, moving along the edge, on your inner thigh. My hand meets Gwen's and begin to guide her hand more directly over your panties, and over your warmth. I take your hand and place it on my slacks, right on my growing manhood, as we kiss. Seeing all of this, your panties exposed ...

... while Gwen rubs you with me; Hugh begins to adjust himself as well, unable to hide his excitement. As the sexual tension escalates, Gwen moves her other hand and lifts her dress exposing what appears to be a hot pink micro thong. She begins to rub herself while rubbing you as well. We both look over and notice that she appears to be clean-shaven as her micro thong barely covers her. She leans back and whispers something to Hugh, which makes him smile wildly. As I lean back enjoying you rubbing me through my slacks, I unzip and pull my hard cock from its hiding place. Gwen pushes her hand down her thong when she sees my cock exposed and begins playing with her lips, as she continues to rub you through your lace panties. Hugh says, "I can't take this..." and promptly stands up and unzips his slacks unleashing his cock for all to see as well. As you start to slowly start to stroke my cock, I say, "Go ahead, I know you want to," gesturing to his cock. By now, the few people still in the club are fully aware of what's going on. One couple leaves in disgust, but a few others either don't mind or are enjoying. The bar tender on the other hand has taken notice and has decided to close the doors to the bar, going as far to lock them, as if this was all prearranged somehow. With wide eyes, your right hand reaches for Hugh's cock, feeling the head of his dick with your fingertips, while your left hand is firmly grasping my cock. You begin slowly stroking both Hugh's and my cock, as you ...