A simple gathering

"Hi Amy," Chloe says as she opens the door. "Thanks for calling me over." She is smiling beatifically.

"Thanks for coming," Amy says, slightly hushed. "You know John, don't you?"

Chloe smiles at you. "We've met a few times and talked. I'm happy for the chance to see more of him," she says, looking down to the opening of your kilt.

Chloe is wearing a loose red dress, and (incongruously) green and white striped stockings and sneakers. Chloe bends down to take off her shoes, her cleavage showing in your direction. Chloe is apparently not wearing a bra, and the blouse of her dress is loose enough that her breasts sway gently as she bends over. However, the blouse is not loose enough for you to catch sight of anything that would normally be scandalous. You can't help but look, and she looks up to smile at you as she stands up.

"It looks as though you two are feeling spirited," Chloe says wryly but with meaning. "John, if you're willing, I would love nothing more than for you to give us a small service while we wait for Elisabeth."

You're not sure what exactly Chloe means by this, but it sounds seriously like a double-entendre. Amy and Chloe are looking at you brightly and expectantly.

You decide to wing it. "That sounds lovely. If you don't mind, I'd like to try something that might seem a little unusual. We'll start simply and see where the spirit takes us. Would that be okay?"

Amy nods eagerly, looking again at your crotch. "Sounds good to me!" she chirps. Chloe simply nods, licking her lips.

"Okay," you say. "Don't worry about doing exactly the right thing: just react how you feel."

You came over to Amy's place to find out what was going on, but you find yourself instead being thrown into the deep end. But Amy and Chloe seem friendly, even eager to please. You just hope that their goodwill and eagerness smooths over any mistakes you make.

You decide to start very simply. "Amy, Chloe, would you like to see my cock?"

Chloe answers. "I am eager to see your cock," she answers, almost ritualistically.

Amy answers. "I would like nothing more right now than to see it."

Okay. A little strange, but you can work with it. You move your hands to the hem of your kilt. "How much would you like to see my cock?"

Chloe responds. "It is difficult to express with words how much I want to see your cock."

Amy follows. "It would be easier to show you. Please show us your cock."

Hm. Well, she did ask nicely. You left the hem of your kilt and fold it back over your lap, letting your member stand freely. All this attention has been getting you excited, and there is a bead of pre-cum on the tip of your penis.

Amy and Chloe stare, rapt. "Oh god," Amy mutters. "God," Chloe echoes. You are not sure how literally they mean this when they say it.

"Show me how much you enjoy looking at my cock."

Chloe looks up first. "I know you for a good man, John, but I don't know you well enough to be bold." She lifts the hem of her dress enough to get two thumbs underneath, and pulls down a pair of lavender panties. "Please accept this tribute as a token of how much I love the sight of your cock." She steps forward and hands them to you.

Not bold!? Her panties already have a spot where they're soaked through! You smell them out of curiosity, and Chloe shudders slightly.

Amy steps forward. "I know you well, John. Let me show you how much I love the sight of your cock," she says, lifting her skirt. Her pussy lips are swollen, and she is clearly wet between her legs. She takes your free hand and pulls it to her, inviting you to feel.

You marvel at the situation --- Chloe's panties in one hand, your other gingerly touching Amy's pussy. This is without doubt the sexiest situation you've experienced, and you have no idea where to take it from here. You struggle to sound dignified as you continue.

"Your obvious arousal excites me Amy, and I'm grateful for the token of your affection Chloe. Here's what I'd like to do next..."