An unexpected seduction 2

“Well, well,” Jack said, leaning against the door frame. “This looks cosy.”
“Shhh,” Bobby murmured. “Don’t wake her. She had a rough session.”
“Yeah?” Jack said, surprised. “Didn’t figure her for the rough type.”
“She was wild, Jack. I’ve never been with somebody so…” he smirked. “So needy. Turned me on more than I can tell you. I’ve never came so hard before in my life. She’s so tight.”
Jack grinned. “I wouldn’t mind some tight.”
“Give her a few more minutes to rest, and then come join us for round two,” Bobby said as Jack started to unbutton his shirt. “Bring us something to drink, will you? I’m parched.”
“Wine?”
“Wine’s good.”
Jack stared at Bobby, his eyes dilating with desire. “When I come back,” he said softly, “I’m going to suck your cum from her pussy. You know I love the taste of your salty cum.”
“I’d rather let you have it straight from the source,” Bobby answered seductively. “My cock’s already stirring again. I don’t know how many orgasms she had in the last hour, but I stopped after one to wait for you. Besides, I used some lube to make it easier for her.”
Jack shook his head as he laid his shirt neatly over the back of a chair. “Who would have thought that my sister’s prissy little kindergarten teacher would turn out to be so great in bed?”
“We’re gonna have to talk about Elizabeth,” Bobby said as he stroked a gentle finger over the ridges of her spine. “But not now. Later. Now bring the wine, will you? I’m seriously dehydrated.”
Jack leaned over to give him a long, lingering kiss, tangling their tongues expertly and tasting a hint of Amy’s girl juices in his mouth.
“You’re too damn hot,” he said, as he straightened up. “Gets me all worked up just looking at you like this.”
“Bring the wine and I’ll work you up some more,” Bobby promised.
He waited for Jack to leave before rolling Amy very gently off his chest to go to the bathroom. She murmured sleepily and tried to cling to him when he eased out of her embrace.

His cock was sensitive when he aimed it at the toilet and he remembered the feel of Amy’s hot, tight cunt squeezing him. It stirred in remembrance of her sleek, wet muscles. And the way she’d humped his thigh, so helpless against the tide of pleasure. He shook his head. Why was somebody so sexually responsive not chasing the guys away from her door? If the men of New York had any idea what lurked beneath her innocent, naïve little exterior, they’d be lining up outside her door for miles for a chance to have some of her. He felt a stirring of something inside him at the thought of other men discovering her body. Something like jealousy and anger. Even the thought of Jack pumping into her had him frowning. He wanted to be the only one to touch her, to taste her, to teach her. Somehow that air of complete innocence, her endearing inexperience had just made it so much better. “Shake it off,” he told himself. “This was supposed to be a one-time deal only, a pity fuck for Elizabeth’s shy friend.” Jack’s sister had come to them a week earlier, begging them to put the poor little thing out of her misery.
“She’s all work and no play,” Elizabeth had said. “She really needs a good boink-fest. I feel sorry for her. I’ll find a way to convince her to go along with it if you agree. The poor girl is miserable, even if she doesn’t know it something happened to her and she hasn’t been with a guy for years.”
She hadn’t looked very miserable when she’d knocked on Jack’s door a few hours ago, wearing that delectable excuse for an outfit, Bobby thought as he cleaned himself up. She’d looked damn hot.
He couldn’t wait to see what she was like after a few sessions with him and Jack. Together they could teach her everything she’d been missing for so long. He grinned at the thought and took the washcloth with him to his room.

Amy felt the hot caress of something between her legs and stirred lazily. Her body felt pliant, satisfied and wonderfully loose. All the tension that had been pulling at her muscles was gone. She sat up sleepily to see the man she’d had really great sex with earlier wipe at her again to clean up the mixture of their combined cum and the lubricant he’d used.

“Hi,” she said shyly, remembering the way he’d made her cum several times. So this was what it felt like to wake up after really good sex with a stranger, she realised. And then she grinned. It felt damn good. Nothing like that time she’d woken up all alone, scared and scarred for life.
“Hi yourself,” he replied. “Are you ok, darling?”
“Just fine,” she said and groaned as the cloth rubbed over her sensitive clit. “But I need to go the bathroom.”
“Through there,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her up easily. He steered her in the direction of the bathroom door, his hand lingering on that sweet little but. “There are clean towels in the cabinet if you want to take a shower,” he said. “Jack’s getting us wine and probably some food as well.”
“Thanks,” she said, feeling horribly shy and exposed as she crossed the room. She wasn’t used to men looking at her body with hot eyes that held the promise of more sex like that. In the bathroom she stood in front of the tall mirror, just staring at herself. Her body was flushed with that just-had-sex glow, her hair a mess as he’d run his fingers through it. She turned to the side and looked at the fullness of her 34C breasts, her flat belly and lean legs. She had a hot enough body, but she was by no means a sex bomb. Her hips weren’t curvy, and although she had a neat figure, she would never turn heads. Not with her nondescript hairstyle and face. Brown eyes, small nose. She’d always like her mouth, though, and thought her lips were just full enough to add something of interest to her features. It still felt weird having no pubic hair. She’d had to shave it all off to put on that excuse for an outfit, otherwise there would have been little brown curls sticking up all over the place.
She took a leisurely shower, using Jack’s shampoo and soap without any compunction, rubbing her hands all over her body, the water and soap slicking over her skin and running down her torso and legs. She pinched her sensitized nipple experimentally. Before today she’d only had sex with two men, and neither experiment had been successful. The first guy was in college – a typical wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type who never called her after he’d taken her and the second one, a year later, was a guy she had hooked up with in a bar the first and last time she’d been drunk. She woke up the next morning with almost no recollection of what had happened, a raging headache and, as it turned out, strains of a date-rape drug in her bloodstream. It had put her off men for years, and she started hiding behind locked doors, conservative clothes and stacks of books.
“I used to be fun,” she thought almost sadly as she rinsed her hair. She’d lost herself that horrible morning when she woke up in her apartment with two used condoms on the floor next to her bed and her body so sore she couldn’t move without wincing for a week. But she couldn’t help feeling she’d gotten something of herself back last night when the hunk with the copper-coloured skin and tilted eyes had shown her passion like she’d never known it before. This had to be what Sleeping Beauty must have felt like after the prince kissed her. So alive, so grateful, so complete.

She finished up in the shower and towelled of quickly, feeling refreshed and clean as she bent over to wrap the towel over her head. She grabbed a dark blue terry-cloth robe hanging from a hook behind the door and padded out barefoot into the hallway.