The sun lightly caressed your skin. It was breezy. It was the afternoon at the height of spring. Your train was entering into Union Station and you grew exited at the thought of seeing your cherished friend, Amanda. You were coming into the city to celebrate an important occasion in Amanda’s life. You had no intention on missing this moment. You picked up your luggage and stepped off the train, flowing into the crowd. You make your way up the steps and see her familiar face.

“Veronica!”, she yells from far away. She’s jumping up and down, waving her hands in the air to grab your attention. She’s beautiful, with long red flowing hair. Her long dress flows as she walks towards you in her flower saddles and a bow in her hair. She’s spirited and passionate.

“Amanda!” you yell, waving your hand in the air back. You walk quickly towards you dragging your luggage along. As you finally approach you greet her with a tight hug. You congratulate her for her special day.

As you both start walking to the subway station, you share stories of your journey. Amanda shortly takes over the conversation.

“I have special plans for us, tonight!” Amanda says excitedly, “We’re going to a speakeasy I heard about.” You nod your head in agreement and smile back. “We just need to get to my place so we can put your luggage away, clean up, and change into our outfits.” Finally arriving at her place, she continues to give details of the nights events as you make your way up the stairs. The idea of a night on the town, in your sexy heels, and make up sounds like an appealing change of scenery than what you’re use to in the south. This night would be memorable. 

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It was getting dark. The sun was starting to set as you both made your way to the entrance doorway. It looks closed. Not only closed but locked and abandoned. You noticed Amanda was a little disappointed while she started to ring the door bell. The steel gates were down and there was no sign of maintenance from the outside. After the third the third ring, a door opened to the side and the hostess signals both of you to come in.

“All part of the decor,” she explains, letting you both inside. What an interesting place, you thought to yourself. “Welcome, do you have a reservation?” she asks. You give her my name and learned that I had already arrived awaiting patiently in the back. I was way in the back, through the dark. The walls are painted a dark cherry, with a 1930s themed brass decor. You pass many candles as you make your way to my corner. I greet Amanda with a hug and a kiss, congratulating her for her special day.

“Hello!”, I said to you looking into your eyes with a bright smile. I approach you and give you a warm hug as if we had known each other for years. “I’m so glad you made it.” You relax and get settled in as you took your seat.

The night continues with drink after drink of the incredible intoxicating liquid of the gods. Every glass comes out more beautiful and colorful than the next. We start to talk about everything from life, to politics, to our own sex lives, which brings you to reveal some of your own desires and interests. Amanda would smile shyly but lets the conversation go forward. I was very interested to hear about your desires and at one point reveal my interest in writing. It was a form to vent my own frustrations from time to time, when desires were beyond reach. You laugh and laugh at my oddity… until I bring out my notepad filled with some of my writings. With interest, you flip through the book and started to read. You lay very silent as I glace at Amanda’s direction, sipping my drink and ordering the next round.

I’m excited as I watch your eyes followed the words on the pages. Your hand was starting to move slowly down your thigh, to your knee, and back to your thigh in a repeated motion. Maybe it wasn’t as silly as you thought. It was clear, you were quickly sucked into my words. As you finish the story, you put the notebook down and smile, reaching for your drink. You’re blushing. You tell me that you thought it was good. The tone in your voice is mellow. We finish our drinks as I signal to the waitress for the check.

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It’s now dark and we all admire the full moon as we exit. We’re tipsy, flirty, and ready to continue the night’s events. Amanda rests her head on my shoulder as we enter a taxi cab.

After a few minutes, the taxi approaches Amanda’s house. We’ve reached our destination. We enter the room and bring our energy level back up. I search for the radio to start the music. Turning the volume up I start to dance and signal Amanda to join me. We continue with drinks as we dance the night away, you smile watching from the sofa, while thumbing through books and magazines. Amanda whispers something in my ear. She pulls me towards the bedroom.

“We’ll be a moment,” Amanda says. The door closes.

You sit outside trying to read with the loud music playing. It seems to drown out the sounds of Amanda’s moaning, and at times, you wonder what we must be experiencing.

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Time seems to fly by and suddenly the door opens and I come out with Amanda, holding her hand towards the living room. We start to dance to the next song. We’re still high on the adrenaline of the night, yet every song continues to energize us. You seem to hide behind your book. I whisper in Amanda’s ear and then she approaches you.

“Your turn! You have to have fun! It’s my day, I want you to have fun, too!” you say wholeheartedly, as my hand reaches out towards you. I grab your hand and pull you towards me. You’re finally dancing. We seem lose ourselves in the movement. I turn you around, and then bring you close again.

Your warm soft curvy body feels great against me. My hands move around your waist, changing the dance style to the beat of the next song playing. You feel dazed. The alcohol is still running through your body. The bass of the music pulsates against your sensitive skin, and then against you heart. You can feel the rhythm. You can feel each move. You can feel my soft hands move from your waist line, up your back, across your shoulders, as they glide down your arms, to your fingers, just to spin you slowly around again pressed against me.

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All three of us manage to pass out on the floor, together, with a few blankets and a comforter keeping us warm. It’s hard to tell how we got there, but we’re there nevertheless. Your body is off to my right, and my arms and legs are caressing your body. Amanda is to my left, behind me, caressing me. I can feel her breasts pressed warmly against my back, and her hand at my waist. One of my legs is between Amanda, and one leg is between yours. My hand is affectionately around your chest, caressing you close. The night is cold yet our bodies are warm.

I’m dazed but I continue. Warm, affectionate, my hands start to massage the softness of your glowing gentle skin. My hands start to explore you, moving towards your neck and then down your back. You’re nervous yet you feel the touch relaxing. Your hands move down your waist, down to my thighs and they rest against my hardness. You feel yourself wet and turned on by the sudden feeling of my manhood pressed against your fingers. You don’t move away yet you don’t turn around thinking you might still be dreaming.

I move closer towards you. My thickness lays pressed on your thigh, as I stroke your hair and slowly turn you around. Looking at your warm curves, without letting you say a word, my soft lips start to dance softly against your ever glowing skin. You can feel them moist against your neckline… in soft circles, moving up towards your ears, hearing you breath harder, as I gradually move across your cheeks and finally merge against your lips.

You can’t help to wonder if Amanda is awake. Can she see us? What is she thinking? Should you stop? Why does this suddenly feel so good? You don’t want it to stop. I start to move your legs around me. They caress my waist as I keep my lips moving down your cheek and landing on your chin. Just then, you see Amanda’s hand on my shoulders, as I move my head up to look towards her direction.

“Oh god! I knew I wasn’t dreaming…”, you think to yourself. “Maybe she won’t realize I’m awake…what am I going to….” Just then you see Amanda moving toward me to kiss my lips. You watch as we kiss passionately, and see my hands massage her breasts. She lays back down resting her head against the covers, only to watch us continue.

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My hands start to move down your silky thighs, getting between you and feeling your arms wrap around me. Kissing your shoulders, the tension builds… waiting, you start to kiss my cheek. You’re so soft and gentle, and I can feel your delicate body surrender to me. I remove your bra unwrapping you like a gift and feeling my warm lips caress your hard nipples as you let out a moan. They seem to connect well but I hold on, letting my tongue move in small circles around the surroundings of your hard nipples. My right hand moves to bring your breast closer to my lips. I take you in with my eyes closed. My left hand is massaging you up and down your waist line, feeling your naked stomach, with my finger tips exploring your panty line. Casually allowing a finger or two under the panty line, following the contour of the restrictive fabric. Moving my hand lower, I can feel your wetness call to me. I feel desired and wanted. My hardness is throbbing. I can feel the blood pulsing hard and throbbing to be released, as I grow thicker to sink into wetness. I help you remove your panties, as I remove my boxers.

No words are spoken. Only our glances share our thoughts. Your panties lay artistically on top of my boxers on the chair next to us as you wrap your legs around me… feeling my thick hardness against you, teasing you, my arms wrapped around your body. Your arms wrapped around me. Feeling my lips kissing your neck, you can feel me throbbing and pulsing hard against your clit. You’re dripping with anticipation. The hardness moves gently against your love button, as I rock steadily against you. My delicate lips bouncing from one cheek side to the other, kissing your nose, kissing your forehead, kissing your chin…… and then finally landing on your moist lips as you simultaneously feel my hard cock sink into your moist wetness pleasing every nerve on its way inside you. It’s throbbing hard against the wetness of your tight pussy walls, engulfing me fully and welcoming me into your pleasure areas. You quiver in my arms and let out a noticeable moan. I continue to kiss you, as you feel me deeper inside you. Pressed against you, I slide out half way, only to sink back inside you to hear you moan once again. Your thrill and passion for my pleasure only turns me on even more.

I move up to look at you, helping to spread your legs wider. I absorb your sexy naked body, it’s curves, it’s softness, it’s perfection. I make you mine tonight, fucking you over and over, as your beautiful breasts bounce to my rhythm. You breath harder, moan louder, feel me deeper over and over. Taking my thickness out to tease your clit in small circles, then sliding back deep inside you. You look up towards the ceiling as you feel my hard cock thrusting harder and faster, feeling my hands exploring your body, my big balls bouncing against your ass with every thrust, with every pull, your wetness overflowing. I can feel your warm wet juices dripping down my balls, as my shaft enters you each time. You can’t hold your desire to orgasm any longer, and suddenly wrap your legs around me to bring me closer as your pussy lips tighten around me. You’re tingling, mmmmm…. yess…. then suddenly feeling a gush of your juices explode tightly against my cock. I hear you moan and gasp for air, and I easily keep moving in and out, to let the flow continue.

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I lay rested with my back against the covers. Heart pounding, excitement still rushing through my veins. You’re laying in the same way next to me. After Amanda’s witness to our passionate love story, she approaches me with her hands on my shoulders, massaging me to help me relax. I bring her toward me and kiss her lips. The kiss is soft and passionate. You lay naked next to us watching as you collects your thoughts. I hold your hand as Amanda kisses me, and she begins to remove her panties. My kisses start down the side of her body, down her waist and bounce gently on her thighs. I spread her legs, revealing her wet juiciness to my eyes as I continue to lay next to her while she sits up looking at me on her knees. She moves to straddle my face and slowly begins to enjoy my warm tongue on her throbbing clit as she holds her balance with one hand against the wall.

My tongue explores her insides while her juices begin flowing. The wetness is like a sweet nectar, absorbed by my tongue and occasionally dripping down my chin. I enjoy every minute and can’t help to get noticeably hard. All of a sudden, I feel your hand on my cock, feeling you stroke it as I continue to enjoy Amanda’s facial. You climb on top of me, holding my hardness in your hand, as you slide me inside you. Hearing you both moan at different times is beyond words. You both rock your respective areas on me. You ride me harder and deeper, Amanda rubs her lips on my tongue faster. The moment is intense… too intense. Holding your hand with my left hand, and holding Amanda’s hand with my right hand. My strong moans are clouded by the pussy lips surrounding my mouth, as my hard thickness suddenly releases hard against gravity but deep into your insides. You feel the sudden rush of pleasure inside you and you stop moving long enough to feel the flow rise into you and start to flow back down. At that moment, Amanda releases her long awaited flow of juices. I try to lick and eat as much as I can while the remaining drops flow down my cheek and chin.

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The following morning is silent. You start to pack your bags as Amanda helps you and I prepare breakfast. We’re all helping you get your things together to get back home. Once everything is ready, we enjoy breakfast in the dinning room table. Although we don’t talk about the night, we all seem relaxed and smiling. It was a night to remember, a dream never to forget, a journey beyond a destination, and perhaps a celebration unlike no other. We give our hugs and say our goodbyes… and least until the next visit.