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You get Lei'd
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You get Lei'd Her third "no" is sharp enough to pierce our cocoon. After 10 straight hours in bed, other types of hunger had drawn us to the Big Kuhna Grill. Now in the practically empty bar, her "no" is pitched to draw attention. The man leans over where she sits in the bar and points to his friend a couple of tables away. She looks down at the remnants of her specialty cocktail, the Flaming Eruption, where the rum swims in a moat around a ceramic volcano. But its fire has gone out. Now she is shaking her head at him. The female bartender comes down the bar and starts her comment with "Listen buddy .." but he retreats to his friend shaking his head. The men laugh and it is impossible not to hear one of them utter an extra loud "bitch" as a parting shot. The woman nods to the bartender who heads back to cutting limes. I look back to you. Now nourished we are about to pay the check and head back to the cocoon of our hotel bed. Then the men start shouting at her again. It is a weak spot. I believe in the power of women. But as the of a single waitress mom, I’m sensitive to the "damsel in distress" scenario. The look on your face tells me that you know how uncomfortable this is making me. You reach across the table and take my hand. Without me saying anything, you say "Sure." I walk over to where she is seated and ask "Maybe you would like to join us for a while?" She looks up and over to you and nods. I pick up her drink (it is so big and heavy I have to use two hands) and walk over to you. She is very pretty with shoulder long straight jet-black hair. On the way to the table, I notice she is wearing a short<b> denim </font></b>skirt and a blouse unbuttoned provocatively low but unlike you there is little cleavage. Her long legs end in high heels she balances on unsteadily on the way to the table. She slides into the booth across from you and I sit next to you. "I'm Dawn. Thanks." Her face is ivory, her eyes are dark almost black, and her lips a full rich red. We introduce ourselves. There is an awkward pause. "That's quite a drink," I say pointing to her former flaming punch. "It's been quite a night," she says. Suddenly you reach in your purse and pull out the matches that you snagged as soon as we walked in the restaurant. With a flourish you light the dormant volcano. "Here's to a brighter night ahead." We all laugh. In a few minutes we are like old friends. You tell her our story. I love listening to you tell it. It makes me feel so proud that you share it so openly. "Very romantic," and she reaches across the table to touch both of our hands. She tells us she was supposed to meet someone here tonight. But she wasn't too surprised when he didn't show. "Things haven't been going that well lately." She gets quiet. We don't know what to say. She excuses herself to go to the restroom. When she is gone the bartender comes over. "Thanks. Dawn's a great girl. She used to work here. She just gets in bad situations. This latest boyfriend is a grade A asshole." She pauses. "We all love her. I'm closing up now, but you guys are on the house. Thanks." Dawn returns and it is clear she has been crying. She doesn't sit down which we take as a sign she is ready to leave. We walk to the door and on the way an Asian waitress catches up to us. She places a lei around Dawn's neck, "You be Ok, Dawn. You be ok." In her broken English I can't tell if this is a prediction or a suggestion. Outside in the cool, you and I turn to Dawn to say goodnight. I shake her hand. She takes the lei from around her neck and puts it around yours. As she hugs you she whispers, loud enough for me to hear, "Can I watch?" Such a seemingly ambiguous request, but in the way that she continues to hold herself against you, there is no confusion. You look at me over her shoulder, your face asking me what I think. I say the only thing that I think matters. "Safe word is 'Vanilla.'" Back in our room, I unlock the door and Dawn pushes her way in and walks to the chair next to the bed. She sits on top of the clothes that we had hastily abandoned there, crosses her legs slowly, and looks at us. "Well?" I turn to you and I can see in your eyes that this latest twist to our time together is having the same impact on you that it is on me. I bend over to kiss you and I feel your hands on my back. As I move my lips to your neck, I open my eyes and can see Dawn's reflection in the closet mirror. She is sitting up straight now and is unbuttoning the few buttons on her blouse that were left fastened. I am enjoying the scene when you whisper in my ear “do you like what you see?” Embarrassed that you caught me peeking, I spin you against the wall press into you. With you pinned I can feel myself getting hard. It isn't just the friction as I move against you, knowing that she is watching makes it even more intense. You squirm trying to pull away in one of your typical play acts, but I catch your hands and trap them over your head. Now I move against you even harder, pushing so that I can feel the folds of your pussy against my pants. I feel your nipples through my shirt as I lean against you. I kiss you again, and then I feel something new in between our bodies, something moving and manipulating. I pull away, and I see Dawn standing next to us -- she is unbuttoning your shirt. I continue to hold your hands in place, you turn and look at Dawn as she continues to work her way down your shirt. After the last button she opens your shirt. Your breasts framed by the floral lei is gorgeous. Then Dawn turns to me and begins to undo my shirt. As she does I can see her blouse is now completely open. Her breasts are so different than yours. Where yours are full with beautiful pink nipples that are now standing completely erect, hers are smaller and almost pointed with delicious brown nipples. Your red hair brushes against the top of your tanned breasts while her black hair forms a stark contrast against her pale skin. Dawn smiles as she finishes unbuttoning, then she slides her cold hand up inside the back of my shirt and gently pushes me toward you so that our bare skin touches. The feeling is electric. And my mouth immediately goes to find yours. Then that I feel her hands working at my belt buckle, then fumbling with the buttons on my jeans. My dick strains against the<b> denim </font></b>as she finally begins to pull the zipper down. I felt myself spring free and I looked down to see Dawn move around to crouch in between us with my dick level with her mouth. She looks up at me with a question in her eyes. I look at you and ask, "OK?" You look down at Dawn now crouched between us. You smile and nod. I let go of your hands and reach down to take her head -- I guide her mouth onto my dick. The warm wet of her mouth hits me hard and I gasp. You reach out to me and place your cool hands on my rapidly flushing cheeks. Then your hands glide down my back and find a grip on each of my other cheeks. In a rhythmic motion, you pull me to you, with each move plunging me deeper into Dawn's mouth. I release Dawn's head and reach out to your breasts. My fingers find your nipples and I begin to pull. You softly moan. Then you reach down to Dawn's head and gently begin to pull her up to her feet. Now Dawn is standing between us facing me. Since she still has her heels on, hers and my eyes are on the same level. Dawn smiles at me and puts her arms around me. You reach up and slide her blouse off. Now her brown nipples are hard and perk. Her tits are small and tight. I move my hands to the top of her blue jean skirt. She reaches down and unzips it, then I slide the skirt down and off of her. She is wearing no panties and I can see the outline of her pubic hair. Not trimmed like yours, but wild and hairy. Now you reach around from behind her and grasp a breast in each of your hands. Her eyes close as your fingers begin to knead her tits, then your fingers move to her nipples and begin to slightly tug at them. Dawn makes a groan of pleasure. Now I slide my hand down her stomach toward her pussy. By the time I reach her pubic hair, I can already feel her wetness. Dawn grabs my dick and roughly begins to pump it. Her stroke is not as sophisticated or as nuanced as yours, but it is working to make me even harder. I want to plant it somewhere soft and wet now. In my breathing, you sense my state and you quickly turn Dawn to face you. She is taller than you so her breasts are directly at the level of your mouth. Dawn leans down and kisses you, sliding her tongue into your mouth. You taste the combination of coconut rum and me on her mouth. When she pulls away, you lean forward and run your tongue across her left nipple while you grasp her right breast in your hand. On my side, Dawn's white ass is directly in front of my dick. I reach out and take her hips, pulling myself so that my dick rests in the cleft of her ass. I move slowly up and down the length of her crack, loving the friction. She reaches back and spreads her cheeks to give me more access to her warm pink rosebud of an asshole. I nudge the head of my dick against it. She reaches back and begins to guide me toward it. Just then, you sense what is happening back there and I hear you say "No." Dawn pulls back and looks at you with a question in her face. "Some things are just for he and I," you tell her. Then you take her face in your hands and guide her mouth to your breast. Since she is so much taller than you, she has to bend over at the waist to put her mouth on you. When she does, I have exactly the angle I need. I look you straight in the eye. Now is the time to stop if we want to. "Vanilla?" I ask you. You just shake your head. I take myself in my hand and guide my dick up to the wetness between dawn's legs. I rest the head of my dick against the lips of her pussy and pause there. Then I reach out and take your hand. We weave our fingers together. Then you pull me hard and I plunge into her. I go so deep that Dawn lets out a tiny scream and reflexively bites down just slightly on your nipple. You shudder then smile. I continue to pump hard against her, all the while watching the smile on your face.  |
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