Awareness

Jenny felt fantastic. She was leaning back into Tom with both "her" hands now running their fingers through her hair. She shook her head as her hands came away and smiled gleefully.

It must be the wine, she thought. Or is it that I just love this whole thing?

"So.... Can anyone join in with the joyous vibe you've got going on over there?"

"No. Not just anyone. Only the really special people in my life. And I think that it is about to include you, Andy."

Andy took hold of "Jenny's" hands and looked deep into her eyes.

"Nothing would make me happier. I was hoping you would feel this way from the moment we first met. I love your smile, your hair, your fabulous figure and your wonderful hands."

Andy stood up and, still holding her hands, came round to Jenny's side of the table, sliding into the booth next to her. Jenny found her arms reaching around Andy so she could move in for the kiss she had been dreaming about. Andy held her waist as they embraced. Jenny hadn't forgotten about Tom, she just didn't care that he was sharing in this moment. She was also feeling drowsy and not a little horny. Finding a bed to really get to know Andy was becoming her overwhelming desire.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?"

"My place is not too far. Let me just use the restroom and get the bill. I'll be back in a few"

Andy hurried off.

"Probably a good time to tell him that these aren't your hands" whispered Tom

"Oh. Yes. Good point. I almost forgot. But he likes my hands - I mean your hands - I mean my hands. Oh hell, what are we going to do?"

"Well let's just get up and go with him. He seems kind of cool. I don't mind tagging along if you don't....."

"I'm guessing you don't have a key to these cuffs? And where the hell did that cop go? OK. I don't really have a choice, do I. Hang on. How are we going to get back to his place with him seeing you?"

"Leave that to me. Just follow my lead"

"OK."

Andy came back with his coat and Jenny's. Jenny stood and as she did so Andy draped her coat over her shoulders. Tom had vanished into the cushions.

Andy escorted Jenny out of the restaurant to his waiting car. The valet gave him the keys as Andy opened the door for Jenny. She slid into the passenger seat and wondered where Tom was. She didn't need to wonder long as she heard the back door of the car open and then close again softly. She glanced in the driving mirror but couldn't see anything in the dim light. Then Andy was by her side. He gave her a quick smile as he fired up the big Audi. He peeled out from the kerb flinging Jenny back into her seat. She let out a short squeal of excitement at what she would previously have thought of as a childish, verging on dangerous stunt. It was kind of exhilarating being with someone who could clearly handle a quick car.

What she hadn't expected was "her" hand to appear in front of her mouth to cover the squeal. Tom was lying in the footwell of the backseats and had wriggled his left arm up behind Jenny in between her coat and blouse so she had at least one hand again. Jenny found herself resting "her" hand on Andy's leg as he drove. She smiled at the thought of what was to come and how far Tom thought this could go.

After a short drive, Andy pulled into the driveway of a very nice house and switched off the engine. He came round to open the door for Jenny allowing her to exit the car as she had got in. She felt like a movie star with her coat draped over her shoulders, strateglically hiding the handcuffs restraining her own hands and arms.

Jenny was wondering what to do when they got inside the house. She would have to confess at that point, surely? But Andy guided her straight through the house and into the bedroom. No polite "may I take your coat, madam" just straight through to a massive emperor sized bed.

"Wait there a second" said Andy as he disappeared into the en-suite bathroom.

"Sure" Jenny was in no position to argue.

"Hi. Did you miss me?" Tom took Jenny's coat off her shoulders, threw it over the back of a chair and resumed his position as her arms. He manoeuvred them both over to the bed and lay down on it. Jenny started to giggle at the idea of Andy not noticing anything unusual about what he was bound to see when he came back into the room.

As it turned out, two things happened next.

Andy came back into the room wearing only a blue silk dressing gown and a very smug grin. Jenny was surprised by the quick change act, but not as surprised as realising that Tom had disappeared again - this time apparently into the bed. Jenny lay on top of the bedclothes and started slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Andy joined her on the bed and leaned over to kiss her once more. Jenny paused undressing to lean in for a tight embrace.

When they came up for air, Andy lay to Jenny's side propped up on one elbow and admired her curvaceous body.

Jenny's hands continued their work, but moved down to her skirt to slip it off with a little help from Andy. Her naked thighs now revealed satin panties and "her" hands felt the need to explore inside and make sure she was ready. Andy's hands joined in leaving Jenny gently moaning in delight as she leaned back into the deep, soft pillows. "Her" hands now finished the task of unbuttoning the blouse allowing them to unclip her bra and give free range to her ample breasts.

"Wow. That was lucky. Front loading bra, gotta love 'em" whispered Tom

Jenny couldn't stop herself laughing at his cheeky banter from somewhere beneath her rapidly arousing body.

Jenny felt"her" hands explore her body, caress her breasts and move up to her face, holding it in the palms of "her" hands.

Andy sat upright, opened his robe and straddled Jenny. She could see he was now fully erect. "Her" hands shucked off her panties in anticipation.

He's very good at this... was the strangest thought Jenny could ever remember having before, during and after sex. Not Andy. Tom. Although this was definitely not Andy's first rodeo. His thick cock felt incredible as she pulled him deeper into herself.

How did Tom know exactly what was needed and when? I've never seen a porn improv show, so he can't have practiced this - can he?