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COFFEE WITH JENNA WHILE OUR MEN ARE AWAY

Then serendipity, Jenna, one of my lady friends phoned with a similar story, her man is away and she promised him no fucking with other men. “Why don’t you come around tomorrow night for coffee Sarah and we can commiserate and compare notes. Perhaps we can talk about and relieve our sexual frustrations? No, I don’t expect lesbian sex from you. Dress to impress for me like you used to, killer heels and a short skirt to show your wonderful thighs and leave your knickers at home. I will do the same for you.”

I was intrigued at what my old friend and sometime bi-sex lesbian lover had in mind, though I knew deep down it promised to be very exciting, always with Jenna. We tongue kissed warmly when I arrived, while she told me I was an exciting woman with sex appeal for both sexes. Her skirt was even shorter than mine, flaunting her sexy thighs for me in killer heels.

“Did you leave your knickers at home Sarah?,” she asked, her face flushed. “I did for you,” she teased as she raised her skirt to show me her beautifully trimmed jet black pubes over her cunt lips as we tongue kissed. A huge instant turn on for me.

“Did you leave your knickers at home Sarah?,” she asked again. “Show me then. “Oh wow, you did,” she smiled, as I took great delight in lifting my skirt to show her, and tease her. “You always were a sexy bitch, with that beautiful jet black triangle.”

Lots of underlying sexual tension while we crossed our legs for each other’s benefit, sitting opposite each ...

... other, comparing each other’s well formed thighs while we discussed our men, our bitchy woman friends and life in general .Jenna kept looking at her watch as If she was expecting a phone call or another visitor. At precisely 8.30 Jenna answered her phone. I could hear a male voice, the concierge saying, there are two young men, claiming you are expecting them, before she asked the concierge to bring them up.

“Sit beside me on the couch Sarah and cross your legs," Jenna had told me just before the concierge arrived with two young men, around twenty-five years old.

The face of the older male concierge was flushed as he looked at Jenna and me, sitting with our legs crossed with most of our thighs on display, as he joined the dots as to the purpose of the younger men’s visit. “Will that be all Jenna,” he asked as he lingered for a better look at her and me.

“This is my friend Sarah, her man is away, just as my man is. I explained to you on the phone what we want, and need, from you two boys. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us. We are two cougars, sex starved cougars, almost old enough to be your mothers, an extra buzz for us,” Jenna told the men as they ogled our thighs

This was something I hadn’t expected at all, though as I looked the men over it was something I wanted, really wanted without feeling guilty as the men undressed each other. Both with very good, toned six-pack bodies, excellent ass’s and impressive, thick semi-erections.

“Wow, you are a hot ...