Three Times The Fire - Sex Stories

Three Times The Fire

Every time Tom was in the restaurant, it was the same. He couldn’t decide which of the two women he wanted more. Polly was a tomboyish little thing with short, peroxide blonde hair, pert little tits and just a slight curve to her tight ass and hips. She had a lovely smile and her blue eyes always flashed brightly. Beverly’s was a more classic beauty. She possessed a curly mane of paprika red and laughing green eyes. Also of petite stature, her figure was womanly with generous hips, and a full curve to her ass and breasts. These were welcoming, a feeling she augmented today by keeping the top three buttons her white oxford undone, inviting one to glance, however briefly, at her cleavage and red brassiere. Tom normally came to the restaurant for lunch, but he’d had a long day and didn’t much feel up to cooking, so popped into the restaurant for dinner and a glass or two of wine. It was off season and the restaurant emptied out early, and 9:30 found Tom sitting at the bar alone, chatting with Polly and Beverly as they were closing up. “I’m really wired,” Beverly said. “We fill up one seating and then it’s over. Do you guys want to go out for a drink?” “That would be cool,” Polly answered. “But everything’s closed.” “Do you guys want to come over to my place?” Tom asked. “Sure,” the girls said in unison and then laughed with each other. Tom waited while they finished getting the restaurant ready for the following day and they walked arm in arm a few blocks to his apartment. “Brr, ...

... it’s getting cold,” Beverly said and Tom pulled both women closer to him. “Would you mind opening some wine?” Tom asked as he took their coats and put them on the bench in the hallway. “I’m going to make a fire.” “Which one should I open?” Beverly called from the kitchen. “The Brunello?” she added hopefully, smiling at Polly. “The Brunello’s great,” Tom said as he set a match to the pile of kindling and newspaper. From the doorway of the kitchen, Polly watched the fire catch, enjoying the sight of Tom’s powerful forearms shining in the firelight as he tossed another log on. She turned when she heard the cork pop. “This is such a great bottle of wine,” Beverly said, holding the neck of the bottle and breathing in the vapors escaping its mouth. She poured a glass and brought it to her nose. “Oh my God!” Bev grabbed Polly’s arm gently and pulled her close. She held the glass up to Polly’s nose and Polly inhaled deeply. “Wow,” Polly smiled. Beverly handed her the glass. As she did so, Polly felt Beverly’s hand brush her little breast. Polly blushed a little. Beverly pretended not to notice and grabbed the other two glasses and the bottle and carried them into the living room. Beverly poured herself and Tom a glass of wine and topped up Polly’s and joined Tom on the couch. “Cheers!” Polly said and they all clinked glasses. They took an appreciative first sip of the wine. “This is terrific,” Polly said. Thanks for having us over.” “Glad to have you.” “I’m freezing,” Polly said and ...