Date with Brad

“Hello, handsome. Come in,” I said in my best feminine voice.

“Hello, Sylvia. Hi, Dani,” Brad replied with a bright smile. His gaze lit up with appreciation and lust when he saw us.

“You both look incredibly hot,” he added, checking our bodies from head to toe.

Brad’s vocabulary was not too broad, but he was being genuine and we had not invited him for a conversation anyway.

“Thank you,” I replied, “you look pretty good yourself too.”

“Thanks.”

“Let’s not stand in the hallway, we have a more comfortable place.”

We lead Brad to my bedroom. We did not let the guest go first, but he clearly preferred to stay in the back and enjoy the view. Dani and I added some extra sway to our hips.

There was no point in wasting any more time on small talk. Once the door to my bedroom closed behind us I struck a sexy pose and said:

“I’m all yours handsome. Where do you wanna start?”

As always Brad acted instantly. In two swift steps he was in front of me and grabbed my breasts. I did not have these previously, so apparently he was curious how realistic they were. I had checked them myself in the past and they felt pretty good to the touch, especially through some clothes. Brad groped them for a moment, seemingly agreeing with my opinion. Fortunately he had no desire to kiss me, so we avoided that awkward moment which we had had with Ricky. Having my ‘breasts’ touched was a mental sensation for me, rather than a physical one, but I enjoyed it nevertheless. Dani sat down on the bed and began to play with her own breasts. For now her hands stayed away from her crotch.

Brad fondled my fake boobs for a moment, but he preferred the real flesh, so he soon let them go, grabbed my shoulders and turned me around; he then squatted down behind me. He put his hands on my thighs and began to grope them. He was as possessive as he had been at the gym, but this time the sense of rush was gone. We had all the time we wanted and Brad clearly desired to make good use of it.

The fabric of the bodystocking was much thinner than that of yoga pants. I was not naked, like I had been under the shower, but I felt like I preferred to be touched through the thin nylon layer. The touch remained just as intimate and perceptible, but felt different, more erotic, as if amplifying my femininity. The clothes were more than a mere prop, they were an important part of my feminine persona. I could not tell what Brad's preferences were, but it seemed that he was happy either way; his hands were busy and enthusiastic. He altered from slow and gentle to strong and decisive; he was never rough though. His palms thoroughly explored my thighs and less thoroughly - my calves. My breathing was gradually getting heavier. Dani was becoming more aroused as well, she had already parted her legs, but her palms remained on her breasts. After a while Brad reached higher to my buttocks. When he grabbed the hem of my skirt to lift it, I said:

“Pull the skirt down.”

He complied immediately and pulled the skirt down my long legs. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Brad wasted no time and placed his palms on my exposed buttocks. At that point my own cock twitched in its confinement, but it was tucked too well, so I doubted that Brad noticed it. He groped my buttocks more possessively than my thighs, abandoning any gentleness; exactly the way my thick booty was meant to be treated. Dani was getting more turned on as well, one of her hands was already between her legs and the fingers were working slowly.

Brad was eager to touch my body and I wanted to be touched myself, but we had done that before and it was not the ultimate goal of our date. Finally he decided that the foreplay was over. He stood up and turned me around, so that I was facing him. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed downwards. I wanted to suck his cock as much as he craved to receive the blowjob, but I wanted us in a different position.

“Sit down,” I told him, gesturing towards the bed.

He complied immediately and sat beside Dani. I swiftly knelt between his legs, unzipped his trousers and retrieved his cock; it was already semi-erect and leaking precum. I wasted no time and took it into my mouth right away. I once again mimicked Ricky’s actions, I fondled Brad’s testicles with one hand and slowly stroked the shaft with the other. Between my palms, lips and tongue his cock got fully hard in no-time.

I paused the blowjob for a moment to admire the sight. Obviously I made comparisons to other cocks which I had sucked, mostly Ricky’s though, because it was the most recent. Brad’s penis was nearly as large as the instructor’s and just as pretty. I also noticed that Dani had hiked up her skirt and was fingering her clit through the lingerie. I stopped admiring and returned to the task at hand. From that point onwards the blowjob looked almost exactly the same as it had with Ricky. First some slow licking and sucking, then several deepthroating attempts, reasonably successful, and finally return to a regular blowjob, albeit a faster one. Brad had come here more excited than Ricky and obviously he was not nearly as experienced. These might have been the reasons why he climaxed quicker; or at least I felt it was quicker, I had not been counting the time previously either. His stamina looked decent nonetheless and his cumshot was more than satisfying. I had given him a handjob only yesterday and he was still able to reward me with a mouthful. I swallowed every drop and sucked out whatever I could from his cock, then I licked it clean. Brad’s groans and grunts were loud and showed his complete satisfaction. I could also hear that Dani’s breathing had gotten heavier; she was obviously as horny as I was.

Ricky had left us after a single round, but I felt that we could prolong this ‘date’ a bit. I looked up into Brad’s eyes, licked my lips, then stood up.

“Why don’t you just sit back and rest?” I asked in my best seductive voice, “and enjoy a little show,” I added, turning my gaze towards Dani.

She offered me a broad smile and stood up. I stepped towards her and we shared a long passionate kiss. Our tongues mingled inside our mouths and our hands roamed over our bodies. Our lips parted only because we ran out of breath; by then we almost forgot about Brad. This “show’s” aim was mostly to entertain Dani and me, but we were aware that Brad sat there almost drooling. A set of steamy lesbian kisses was a quick route to get him ready for a second round. We kept making out and touching each other’s bodies for a while. A few kisses later I glanced back at Brad’s penis and it seemed to be ready for my mouth once again. I gently pushed Dani away and she obediently sat on the bed.

I knelt between Brad’s legs and took his cock into my mouth. The second round was longer than the first one and seemed to be even more fun. I was even hornier now, but did not feel the need to rush the matter. I enjoyed giving the blowjob and I knew that Dani loved watching it; she was rubbing her clit through the clothes again. To be honest we were basically using Brad for our own pleasure, but I doubted that he would complain, even if we had told him that verbatim. Once again I made several deepthroating attempts, just to keep practising; I felt that my skill was improving quickly. Brad’s second load was not as voluminous as the first one, but it was good enough; of course I swallowed every drop.

We might have told him “goodbye” a bit too rapidly afterwards, but at that point Dani and I were too horny to care about savoir-vivre. After the double blowjob a promise of another ‘date’ was enough for him to make him leave with a broad smile on his face. Needless to say the sex that followed right after Brad’s departure was passionate, the orgasms - intense and satisfying. If not for anything else we needed the men to serve as an aphrodisiac and a part of our foreplay. The future looked exciting.