Greater risks mean greater rewards

Feeling embolden by your previous successes, you feel you're ready to up the ante, as it were. You pick up your pace and start looking for fresh targets. Walking quickly down the side walks, it doesn't take long for opportunity to present itself. Approaching you is a pair of nice looking ladies, one of whom is walking a dog. You take a moment to size them up: a pair of brunettes, nice figures, the bigger one is sporting a pair of C-cups at your estimate, B's for the smaller of the two. You step directly in their path and approach.

"Oh! Such a cute dog," you say, adopting a tone of childlike glee. "May I pet him?"

The two pause. "Oh, sure," replies the one holding the leash.

"Such a good puppy!" You fawn over the dog for a bit, really laying it on thick. Still crouched down, you speak to the owner, "You must be taking such good care of him. You both should be proud pet-moms!"

They both smile and start to blush. "Oh we're not-"

"No, we're just friends." They try to interject at the same time. "Straight friends."

You smile to yourself. "Well, still, you both deserved to be rewarded, I think. You know what you should get?" You draw it out, enjoying the eager looks on their faces. Your smile becomes a bit more devious. "A full on, lesbian make out session, right here, right now. Go on. You've earned it!"

Your statement is met with a gasp of delight as the two ladies turn to each other, faces beaming. It only takes a heartbeat before the two self-proclaimed straight women lock lips with such vigor that you've only seen in rom-coms. With almost no build up at all, they begin using their tongues to explore each other's mouths. Sloppy, wet suction sounds issue from the two with no hint of inhibition. The only thing marring this perfect image is the dog trying to pull their owner on it's walk.

"Here, let me help," you say taking the leash and tying it to a nearby street light. The zealous women don't even acknowledge you.

You stand and watch for a bit. Eventually, you realize that this has all been rather PG-13 and you can only blame yourself. "Ladies, I really meant it when I said 'full on.' Use your hands. Tits and asses are up for grabs! Literally!"

They had been losing steam a moment ago but with a renewed sense of urgency, they press themselves together. Lips smacking harder and faster now. In addition, their hands roam over each other, gliding along curves and firmly squeezing round breasts and pert butts. The bulge in your pants should be obvious to any onlookers at this point.

Speaking of onlookers, you realized that you've attracted a few. A tremor of trepidation ripples through you at first. However, you glance over at the faces and see nothing but smiles and looks of approval. A couple even give you an approving nod or thumbs up, men and women both. As if to really drive the point home, a police officer walking his beat claps you on the shoulder, barely slowing down as he passes.

A devilish idea enters your mind. "Great job, ladies! You have an audience now. Let's give them a hand everyone," you call out. You're met with a smattering of applause and a few cheers. For their part, the two ladies look embarrassed and begin to slow down. Time to pick things up again.

"Marvelous show, ladies. Exquisite, really! You both deserve to finish each other off. Go ahead and finger each other. Let's see who can bring who to orgasm first!"

Panting, they smile at you and then turn to each other. For a moment, something passes between them. Arousal? Attraction? Or maybe just determination? The moment ends and the frantically begin undoing each other's pants and working their hands into the other's panties. Lips meet again, but with less fervor as their concentration is elsewhere. Their free hands move jerkily as if they can't decide between fondling each other or just holding themselves up.

Straight or not, the girls are really into it. They soon break their lip lock. The C-cup woman throws her head back and moans openly. The smaller B-cup lays her head on the other's chest, panting heavily. Steady moans and grunts fill the air around you as the couple finds a rhythm.

"Mmh..."

"Ahh..."

"Oh, oh yes.."

"Hunh, hmmm, unf..."

"Yes, yes, yes, oh!"

A scream of pleasure rips through the air. Clearly a winner has been determined but neither lady is interested in claiming victory. It only takes a few more moments for the second orgasm to make itself known. Both women collapse to the ground, hugging and gently kissing each other. One of them looks up at you gratefully, "Thank you. Our husbands are going to be so jealous when we tell them." She pants and goes back to kissing her companion.