Post-Dinner Date Stuff

We walked back up the Strip, enjoying the lights in the late summer evening as the splash of blues and oranges of the sunset gave us a backdrop. The crowds around the Bellagio fountains were brutal, and our feet were starting to kill us a little, so we avoided it even though it was an iconic Las Vegas attraction.

As we got to my truck in public parking Cattie blushed like crazy when Cass asked her out of nowhere about if she’d gone to the washroom to fart and not to fix her makeup. She denied it, and I believed her… mostly. The amount of denial might have been a little too much.

At Cassidy’s insistence, we took the long, scenic route home - which was driving the Strip instead of avoiding it for the back roads. Night was settling in as we pulled onto the chaotic, brightly lit street and Las Vegas was in full glamour for the girls as I focused on the road and the other drivers who were getting distracted.

Once we’d driven the length of everything worth seeing, Cass had another suggestion - instead of going home, we should go play mini putt. It wasn’t that late, and Cattie agreed, so we went to the one that was up in the north end that wasn’t a full tourist trap - everything in Vegas was designed with tourists at least a little in mind and the mini putt place was a case in point with the slot machines in the shack where we paid and got our putters and balls.

Considering it was a Monday night, the place was pretty quiet. One teenage couple was almost finished their time, and an older man with his son who had an annoyingly piercing scream whenever he got a ball in the hole, were the only folks around.

That didn’t stop the girls from conspiring as we played and joked around, and when we were in the back corner of the fenced lot on hole seven Cass called my name while I was lining up my putt.

They were standing side by side, both posing casually like they were models for a department store catalogue or something as they looked off into the middle distance. Catalogue models didn’t generally have their tits out though.

“You do know there’s a security camera behind me, right?” I asked them.

That had them both jumping to cover themselves, and I had to laugh when they started looking for the camera because I’d made it up. That earned me some teasing, evil looks and for the rest of our time there was a lot more surreptitious grabass - and almost none of it was caused by me. They tried to distract me on practically every shot; grabbing my ass, rubbing on me with their chests or butts. Giving me sexy eyes while licking their lips. At one point, when she double-checked that no one was around but us, Cattie even pulled her panties down from under her skirt and pressed them to my nose before slipping them into my pocket while I was trying to take a shot.

Suffice it to say, I had a decent Front 9, but my score on the Back 9 was abysmal.

By the time we got home, we were all wound up, and I caught Cattie with her hand under her kilt as she sat in the back seat and teased herself.

“Wait here,” Cass said once we were in the door, stopping me from following them up the stairs.

I growled playfully, making her grin, and Cattie bit her lower lip as she grinned as well.

“Tiger,” Cass asked me. “Will you please wait here while we get ready for you?”

“I’m gonna be honest, baby,” I said. “You two look absolutely ready for me already.”

“There’s always a little something more, Tiger,” Cattie said, leaning around Cass to plant a kiss on me with her black-painted lips.

“She’s not wrong,” Cassidy said. “And you deserve the whole shebang.”

“Fine,” I said with a playful whine. “I guess I’ll wait here.”

That got them both chuckling, and I got teased just a little bit more as they went up the stairs and Cattie flipped up the back of her skirt and showed off her naked ass and a peek at her pussy between her lovely thighs. Cassidy caught her doing that and laughed, giving her a smack on the booty, and then looking back down the stairs to make sure I was OK with it.

I smiled and nodded, assuring her that it was.

God, what did I do to deserve them both? What kind of karma had I racked up in a previous life to deserve them all?

“Maybe I was Ghandi or something,” I murmured, heading into the living room and sitting down to wait, pulling out my phone to shoot off some texts. The ones coming in had been light that evening, no doubt the girls had let everyone else know in their group chat that it was a date night. I had little doubt that they would let the group chat know it was sexy time, too.

I was proven right when Zenya sent me a picture of her topless, one of her boobs raised in her hand as she sucked on her own nipple and gave her phone camera a steaming look. ‘Have fun, hunk,’ she’d sent. ‘Can’t wait until I can join in.’

Taking a chance, I unzipped myself and took a picture of my hard cock and sent it back to her.

‘Fuck,’ she replied, with a bunch of heart-eyed emojis and water sprays, making me laugh.

I had time to wish all my other girlfriends (or whatever they were) other than Wanda good night before I got the call.

“We’re ready, Master,” Cattie said sweetly from the bannister at the top of the stairs. “Your sluts are very, very ready for you.”

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