Coffee For Four

Whereas the goals of the two women were the same, their approaches could not have been more different. Amria calmly walked over to the chair where she had piled her clothes, and sedately began to dress. The first thing she put on was her hajib, wrapping the end of it across her face to achieve the modesty required. After slipping her feet into her flat pumps, she picked up the bulky abaya, shaking it to sort it out before donning it.

Yvonne, on the other hand, dashed around in a panic. Snatching up her panties from the brick inlays covering the ground, she rushed to the table where she had tossed her dress. Her white heels made loud click-click-clicking noises and her smallish breasts bounced around wildly.

Stepping in front of her, Rick grabbed both of her upper arms, telling her to stop. She nodded towards Signor Ferrari and admonished Rick that she had to get dressed. "Why?" he asked in a reasonable tone and smiled softly. "He has already seen everything you've got. Why not just stay like you are," he looked around the idyllic enclosed courtyard, "And enjoy Eden the way it was meant to be enjoyed."

Hearing the conversation of those two, Amira paused, standing there in her flats and hajib. Waiting to see what they would do. Waiting to see what Signor Ferrari would tell her to do.

"But, Rick," Yvonne beseeched, feeling foolish standing there in nothing but her heels.

"Do it for me?" He kissed her forehead and felt the tenseness in her arms relaxing. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her in next to his body, cradling her against himself and stroking the side of her head. When he thought that she felt calm enough, he looked over at Signor Ferrari, and, still embracing Yvonne close to him, asked, "What do you think, Ferrari?"

"An excellent idea, Rick," the portly man boomed, breaking his silence. Previously, he had been struck dumb by the sight of two beautiful women, different in age, different in type, running around naked in front of his greedy eyes. "Amira, why don't you fetch two more cups and make a fresh pot of coffee, and then join us out here in the courtyard?"

She dropped the abaya back on the chair, and collected the cups and other items from earlier. Carrying the loaded tray back into the house, her wide, womanly hips gracefully, swaying, she looked like a sail boat on a gently rolling sea. A broad beamed sail boat.

At first, Yvonne set curled up next to Rick on the wrought iron bench with a back, trying to shield her nakedness from the lecherous gaze of the old, bald, fat man. But by the time Amira returned, Singor's melodious bass voice, weaving a tale about the history of Casablanca, had transported her to a world of Spanish court intrigue, Sultans, and Barbary pirates. She still sat beside Rick, but not clinging to him as a cover.

When Amria placed the tray down on a wrought iron table, Yvonne hurried over to assist, seemingly totally at ease in her nudity.

The two couples sat around the table, talking and laughing and sipping coffee. Like four old friends, with the two females just happening to be naked. At one point, as the sun got lower in the afternoon sky, Rick stood up from his seat between Amira and Yvonne, and suggested to Yvonne that she take his place and sit next to the other woman. In the back of her mind she had been expecting Rick to do something like this. Perhaps even wishing for it. Without hesitation, she switched chairs, knowing full well the meaning behind it.

At first the two women were uncertain and apprehensive, their movements tentative and halting. But after the first two nervous kisses, and the fondling of each other's breasts, they began to relax. Began to feel confident and sure. They were still aware of the men's presence, but Yvonne trusted Rick and Amira was devoted to Ferrari. If this is what their partners wanted, so be it.

Things moved rapidly after that. The women transferred back to the chaise lounge while Rick and Ferrari set smoking cigarettes on either side of a small table facing the females. At one point Rick went inside unprompted to return with a brandy decanter and four snifters, although he only poured the liquor in two of the glasses.

Later on, Signor Ferrari leaned towards his guest, speaking in a hushed whisper. "Rick, my boy, I am an old man with a weight problem. But you are still vigorous and agile. Why don't you go ahead and join them. I am certain Amira would welcome you."

Yvonne was on top in the sixty-nine position they had moved into, and she lifted her head and grinned when she saw Rick approach. He bent to kiss her offered lips, and had the first hint of what Amira tasted like. The French woman grew a bit concerned when Ricked walked around behind her. For months now, he had used her orally or anally, ignoring her vaginally altogether. Except when going down on her. So she reacted with a startled gasp of pleasure when she felt him entering her pussy. Her hips gyrated happily and she rested her head against the inside of Amira's fleshy thigh.

Meanwhile, Amria had looked up at Rick with a welcoming smile, the man's face upside down from her position and partially obscured by Yvonne's nether regions. She pulled her head back slightly to give him more room when she saw that he was going to penetrate Yvonne. Her view then became nothing but Rick's upper thighs; his groin area, swinging balls, and cock-shaft sliding in and out of the fragrant French pussy over her face.

Not too long thereafter, Rick ceased his movements when he felt Amira's tongue on his balls. He stood there, his dick half-way into Yvonne, and allowed Amira to give his scrotum a thorough tongue bath. Feeling Rick stop, Yvonne paused in lapping up Amira's secretions to peer back at the other end. She had to crane her neck to finally see what was happening. Looking up to make eye contact with her lover, she winked and gently nodded her approval. Then she snapped her blonde head back around and dove once more into that mass of black, thick, wet pubic hair and a wide open pussy oozing juices.

As Rick's involvement increased, his movements more rapid and forceful, his face strained and his breathing labored, Signor Ferrari called out loudly. "Give it to Amira, Rick." The fat man guffawed and repeated. "Let Amira have receive it."

Quickly lifting her head once more, her face drenched from Amira's fluids, she looked back at her lover and hissed in excitement. "Yes. Cum in her mouth, Rick. Give Amira your sperm!"

Yvonne's wanton words, spoken so lewdly, pushed Rick over the edge. It was only by moving quickly that he was able to insert his dick into Amira's waiting mouth. She sealed her lips around the cock and reached up to pump the shaft along the narrow length still available while playing furiously with his balls. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes got bigger when the hot, molten nut-cream fill her mouth. She suckled on that spewing cock, eager for all the gooey load that he could give her.

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Yvonne had to be careful where she stepped as she and Rick walked back to the Cafe Americain in the coolness of the evening. She held her shoes in one hand, her legs too shaky and wobbly to wear them, and she had to lean against him for support. "We need to do that again," she sighed dreamily. Then, looking up at him, her face shadowed in the twilight, she asked, "Will you draw me a hot bath when we get home? I am so, so tired."