ZENA HAS RON AND CARMEN

Both had a vivid and profound interest in sexual variations and they often enjoyed discussing what if situations, involving a third person, none of which ever eventuated or was even remotely referred to outside their bedroom.

Carmen was considered by Ron to be a voluptuous size 12-14, with long well formed legs, with generous ham thighs which was a turn on for him. Her crowning glory as far as Ron was concerned, was her wonderful forty three inch ass which he enjoyed telling her constantly, “Was magnificent, and the flawless twin orbs of your beautifully proportioned ass are my ultimate turn on.”

Usually he told her this in bed as he was licking and kissing this part of her anatomy. He used to like putting her hand on his limp cock while she had her back to him and then as he licked and kissed her ass with his tongue, let her feel just how big his cock could get by kissing her ass.

Carmen liked and enjoyed the power her wonderful ass gave her over him, and also enjoyed being fucked from behind and the noise he made slamming into the twin orbs of her ass as he plunged in and out of her with his erection.

Often mid way through this, Ron would fantasise aloud to her, “Someone should be watching this.”

Carmen often wondered if he really meant it or was just fantasising aloud, and also wondered how she would react given the opportunity.

As Ron went to the bar to order a second round of drinks, he noticed an obviously uncomfortable woman aged about forty, trying to catch the attention of someone behind the bar to order a drink for herself.

“Need some help?” Ron smiled.

“Can you order a gin and tonic for me, please?” a plummy English voice asked.

“I am here by myself for a few days on business and am fed up with spending every night alone in my room. This is not much better though. I feel strange in a bar by myself.”

“Would you like to join my wife and I at our table?” Ron ventured gallantly, at the same time running his practised eye over her. She was a complete contrast to Carmen. Fair hair, size ten, he thought, and not voluptuous like his wife but interesting and attractive, and very well dressed, in a dark blue two piece suit with a white silk blouse. The blouse was undone perhaps one button too many, Ron mused, but the white pearls she wore gave the outfit a touch of class.

“I would love to join you both. My name is Zena,” she said as they reached the table and Ron introduced Carmen and himself.

Ron watched for any reaction from Carmen as Zena seated herself opposite Carmen with Ron sitting between the two women. Always a keen student of body language Ron watched fascinated as Zena sat and crossed her stockinged legs. Zena’s eyes closely watched for any reaction from Carmen at the same time, and picked up Zena’s appreciative gaze on her bare, tanned legs as she settled into the chair. 

In no time Zena and Carmen were chatting away together about all manner of things, and as Ron came back with another round of drinks he was amused to see that both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same pose, a mirror reflection of each other. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her simple but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knees. For Zena’s benefit, Ron wondered?

After a nervy start to the conversation Zena had told Carmen and Ron, in a very cultured English voice that she had just one night left in this city, before she flew out later the next day.

Ron was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneer of English reserve and expensive well fitting clothes, both sexually and in bedroom conversation.

Would her genteel veneer disappear if someone had her in bed, he wondered. 

As the conversation raced along Zena could not keep her gaze off Carmen’s tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, thought Ron, “Carmen how do you get such a good tan on your legs?”

At the same time Ron was sure that Carmen was showing Zena as much of her bare legs as she dared in a public place, just to tease her very obvious interest.

“My European blood I think.