He is too shocked to say much

“Uh… um… Miss Isis, I think you have the wrong idea.” John is completely taken off guard. John is not sure what she is playing at. First she pulls a Basic Instinct. Then she acts like Sarah and John are a couple. What could she be thinking? Was she testing him or something?

With a laugh, “I am sorry the two of you being out so late I just assumed. However, it is of no consequence. I still would never let myself live it down if I let you two leave in this storm. Please be my guest tonight.” Cautiously they both agree with a nod. “Very good then,” she announces. “I think that both of you could use a good warm shower, am I right?”

Sarah glances at them for a moment. “Yes, p-p-please v-v-very much so.” She is trembling terribly. He and she speak for a moment and quickly decide that she ought to be first.

This then left you with the lusty hostess. John was not really sure as to the proper decorum at this moment. He had never had a girl… make that a woman come on to him. Not to mention, how powerfully she had done so. His hands were quickly becoming slick with sweat. There was, at first, a very awkward silence, but at last Isis spoke. “She is a very attractive girl is she not?”

As if waking from a dream he answered, “Hmm I am sorry, oh uh yes yes she is.”

Isis smiled seductively, “You have fantasized about what it would be like to know her intimately haven’t you?” She got up and took Sarah’s seat.

“Uh, I er, I am not sure what you mean.” John was filled with a nervous excitement. His heart was pounding in his chest. Isis leaned over on her elbows. John was able to see down her silk nightgown, the tops of her areoles just visible. John felt the tremendous swelling in his pants reached the maximum his jeans would allow. John could feel her warm breath escape her cherry lips. Her large firm nipples were erect and most evident through her crimson outfit. Her still damp hair fell straight on either side of her face.

She leans in, as she does so John nervously move back until there is no couch. She continued forward until she had her arms on either side of John and her large soft breasts weighed upon his chest like the very weight of sin itself. Her nipples pressed into his young chest. She was only inches from his face now. Her breath filled John’s nostrils like a perfume of Venus. His cock was raging against the jeans and then Victoria sat down on it gently pressing her wet labia against the phallic fabric. The heat and the moisture dripping through to drench John’s eager member. “I mean Mr. John Doe that when you are alone in the comforting shadows of the night you have placed your hands upon your,” she paused for a moment and bounces tenderly on your dick, “most formidable Cock,” she said slowing down for dramatic affect when she reached the C word and dragged out the word as long as possible. “And imagined that it was sweet Miss Sarah Sorayama’s hands which caressed you throbbing member. You would close your eyes and image her soft lips flowing over your dick and not you manly hands. When you were alone in your room you would slowly pump you hips into your waiting hands and pretend to FFFuck that cute little ass.”

She began to giggly. “What is so funny,” he demand.

“I am right aren’t me,” she managed through her laughs. She was right, but he would never tell.

“No, we’re just friends,” John stammered.

She chortled, “If I didn’t know what got people off I would not be very successful now would I?” She kissed John deeply on the lips. “She will be here soon you should go get a nice cold shower, or maybe not.” She winked and got up off of the boy.

It is not long before Sarah reappeared. Wrapped in a towel that that just barely covered her, she asked for any clothes she might be allowed to wear. Isis was quick to help, and soon it was his turn to bathe.