The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 9 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 9

... particular...” “What is it?” I asked. “You're such a talented painter, I've always dreamed about having you paint me. Naked." "You mean like a nude portrait?" "No, I mean, like--you know how they paint those bikini models in Sports Illustrated? The body paint? I think it would be so hot to take off all my clothes and have you do that." I hugged her tightly. "Tracy, in real life that takes like ten hours and makes you smell like toxic waste." "Oh,” she deflated. “I guess it wouldn't be quite as sexy as I imagined, then." "Hey, don't worry. I'll figure something out. I think painting you would be just about the sexiest thing ever." Ria looked over at me and called out, "Okay Shane, now it’s your turn to tell us how much you enjoyed your night with Tracy. Was it everything you hoped for? Tell us the truth." I shook my head, "I choose dare." "You can't choose 'dare!'" Ria laughed. "We aren't playing Truth or Dare." "Dare," I insisted. She looked to Tracy and Connor for support, but they both just shrugged. "Fine!" she exclaimed. "In that case, I dare you to... pull down Tracy's pajamas and plant a big wet kiss right on her butt!" Tracy squealed like a happy child as I hopped to my feet--bent her over the edge of the couch--and peeled her cozy pink pajama bottoms down to her knees. A festive red g-string stared back at me from between those smooth, sumptuous buttocks. I attacked her ass with a thousand hungry kisses. "Wow," Tracy laughed. "When you do a dare, you really do a ...

... dare!" She bent to pull her pants back up, but Ria tsk-tsked: "I never said anything about Tracy putting her pajamas back ON." Tracy rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. She dropped her nearly naked ass back onto my lap. I grinned at my wife, "Okay, Ria: truth or dare?" "Dare." I gestured down between Tracy’s bare thighs, where my fingers were stroking in slow circles. "See what I'm doing to Tracy? I dare you to do this to her for a full sixty seconds--but with your tongue." "Ooh, I like these dares!" Tracy grinned. Ria climbed off of Connor and knelt in front of us, gently spreading Tracy's legs apart. She licked her lips in anticipation... "Awesome," Connor said. Then my wife leaned in and licked the sensitive flesh of Tracy's inner thigh. Tracy wiggled back and forth on my lap, her breath coming faster and faster as the minute ticked by. Her eyes scrunched shut, and she pouted with frustrated arousal. "Ria, I'm getting so wet from you doing that," she whined. Smiling, Ria circled her tongue directly across the darkening wet crotch of Tracy’s red thong. The girl dug her nails into my thighs, now gasping for breath-- "Time's up!" Connor called out. Tracy shot him an angry snarl. "Hey, don't blame me, blame the clock on the wall!" Beaming with naughty pride, Ria sat back down on Connor's lap. She looked over at the friend she’d just been licking. "Okay, Tracy: truth or dare?" "I’m gonna go crazy if I get another dare like that, so truth." Ria tapped her chin, thinking. "Be honest: ...