Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress

... and I knew exactly how they would feel. Emma had told us both to remove our bras ages ago, there in the bar, and they were still there, on the table in front of us.

“Time to go, girls.” Emma stood and picked up her bag. Eira and I did our best to stand, our legs shaking, and we walked out arm in arm, following Emma’s gorgeous bottom.

The walk back to Emma’s was a struggle. Now we were out of there and in the fresh air, I was relieved, but Emma had, once again, started to play with the controls and Eira and I had to hold on to each other. But we made it, just.

Eira

My lovely husband, Oliver, loves to tease me and keep me on the edge, sometimes for hours, before finally sending me crashing over the top. But that has always been just the two of us, in our bed, or at least in the safety of our own home. This was different, oh so very different.

Our walk back to Emma's was a blur. To be honest, I could have walked past my own mother and I would not have noticed. The soft pulses of the vibrator in my pussy were one thing, but now, as we were now moving, just the sensation as we walked added another level, and when I looked at Becky, her eyes seemed to have fogged up. Blimey, I thought, do I look like that? She looked as if she was in mid-orgasm. Oh my.

By the time Emma closed the door, I was in a terrible state. Every single sinew and every nerve in my body was at the limit.

“Take your dresses off, girls,” said Emma, and I pulled it off without hesitation; my ...

... breasts felt hard, and I gripped them, squeezing my nipples hard.

“Eira, please help Becky. She seems to be struggling.” Becky had her dress partly over her head, but she was shaking and kept thrusting her hands between her legs. I took the hem and pulled it over her head, her hair covering her face, and as she threw her head back, I thought she was going to explode.

I suppose in my mind, I had imagined me and Becky, lying on Emma’s lovely bed, slowly enjoying each other bodies until we reached our orgasms. But it was nothing like that, and it was utterly and incredibly fucking horny.

At first, I just looked at her, and she at me. We were both naked, our bodies glowing with perspiration and both breathing heavily, our faces flushed, our eyes almost misted over. And suddenly, she was on me.

It can only have been a few seconds that my soaking panties had disappeared, along with the vibrator, and her fingers were driving into my pussy; as I ripped away her panties and discarded her toy, we fell back onto the stairs.

I knew my orgasm was close, but fucking hell, and when I crashed over the edge, I nearly passed out. The waves of extreme pleasure surged through m,e and I just gave myself up to her, my pussy gushing juices.

It was several minutes before I gathered my senses, my body shuddering with the after-shocks. I was lying on the stairs, my bottom on the bottom step. And in front of me, I witnessed Becky in the early stages of her orgasm. And it is something I ...