Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar - Sex Stories

Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar

... sandals.

She patted Trevor on the shoulder and enveloped me in a tight hug. She rubbed her breasts on mine, making our nipples perk up and harden. I felt her nipples through the fabric.

She pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips, oblivious to Trevor’s presence. I opened my mouth and in a reversal of my encounter with Jenny in the afternoon, I forced my tongue into her mouth. She received me willingly and our lips worked on each other’s as our tongues sparred.

Finally, she stepped back.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she whispered in my ear. “But you’re hot, Ryder. A hot Fox in red, I like your dress. Jenny told me how she kissed you after your pole dance this afternoon. It got me so hot and bothered and I had to kiss you, too.”

“How do you know –”

“Jenny Jurgens works for me. You’ll see her in the office. She wants to sleep with you.”

“I’m not a lesbian, either,” I said. “She doesn’t tempt me.”

“But you tempt her.” Amy squeezed my rump. “Your body is to die for.”

“Shall we get drinks?” Trevor asked, unsettled by Amy’s abrupt attention to me.

“Yes, let’s go to the bar. I have seats for us at the end right by the glass. You can see straight down to the street.”

She took my hand and Trevor followed. She led me through a billow of fog, and we momentarily lost sight of him.

“I thought Jack would be here,” I whispered in Amy’s ear.

“He’ll be here. He likes to surprise.”

As she promised, Amy had four barstools at the very end of the ...

... bar.

“Sit by the glass, Trevor, it’s the best view,” Amy said.

She sat by him, and I sat by her, so she was between us. A barman came up and Amy asked us what we wanted. Trevor asked for a Manhattan, and I opted for a Bucks Fizz, a mock champagne with almost no alcohol.

“Let’s get a bottle,” she said. “I’m sure we’ll drink it.”

“It’s a good choice,” said Trevor. “We’re celebrating Ryder’s pregnancy. We’re going to have a baby (see my story, Ryder Fox Rides the Train).”

“I’m so happy for you, Ryder,” said Amy.

The barman came back with Trevor’s cocktail and a bottle of Bucks Fizz in an ice bucket with two flutes. The barman poured out two glasses of bubbly and left. Amy and I clinked glasses and drank. Trevor craned his neck to look over Amy’s shoulder for a few moments but gave up and turned to look out at the view of the city spread out before him.

Seated on the barstools, Amy took my head in her hands and kissed me again. This time she took charge, one hand tracing my ribbon choker on my throat, the fingers of her other hand in my hair, holding my head. She pulled me forward off the barstool. She kept at it, whispering breathy nothings between kisses.

Then I felt a hand on the back of my neck, fingers tracing downward along my backbone. I tried to turn and see who it was, but Amy held me fast. The fingers reached the zipper of my dress and pulled it down, exposing the backstrap of my bra. Then two hands reached around and pulled down the bodice of my dress. The ...