When I was 25 I was working for a catering company that mostly catered for movie productions and the like. We had big trucks and huge industrial-sized outdoor grills that we would set up at movie and TV lots and at on-location sets. We served great food but it was mostly basic fare. We ran a glorified chuck wagon, as opposed to upscale gourmet-type caterers. We catered the production of this one movie--it was a stupid bikini flick, one of those low-brow summer B movies. After production finished we were invited to the wrap party. I didn't want to go because I hate industry parties. But my co-worker talked me into going as moral support; he hoped to get with one of the foxy actresses from the movie. I knew those girls would be too busy networking to be interested in lowly food-slingers like us but I went along anyway. I figured I'd honor my friend's request, and hoped it'd be at least a little bit satisfying to be on the receiving end of the refreshments for a change.
As I predicted, the starlets at the party were busy networking. There was also a good number of producers and other semi-bigwigs acting all industry. It all felt very phony. But when it got late and power guys had left, the party degenerated into what to me was a normal kind of party. Some of the actresses had left with the suits but some still hung out.
To my disbelief an amazing girl came right up to me. She was one of a pair of identical twins whom I had seen only a couple of times on the set and who in my opinion were by far the hit of this party. They were dressed identically in these very simple and tasteful, yet amazingly sexy peach-colored evening gowns that hugged their hour glass torsos, low cut with spaghetti straps so there was lots of cleavage and the upper swells of their huge tits showing. The dresses were also translucent if back lit by a strong light, revealing a tantalizing hint of great legs. When one of them came right up to me I was actually afraid, but I think I managed to hide it.
She told me her sister thought I was cute. I'd been complimented before on my looks to a certain extent by my mother and grandmothers and my few former second-rate girl friends, never by any highly desirable girls; so I had always assumed that such comments were tainted as they came either from biased family members or from girls who felt fortunate to get an average guy like me. Never before had I received any attention from a fabulous babe. She explained that she and her sister had this method of introducing themselves to guys: if one of them wanted to meet a guy she would have her sister act as proxy. The disinterested sister, with nothing at stake, would have more confidence and would feel no fear of rejection when chatting up a guy on behalf of the interested sister.
"So, do you think I'm attractive?" I was offended that she would be so arrogant as to ask me a question like that. "Oops, I guess that wasn't very tactful, was it? See, like I said I'm speaking for my sister. We're identical twins so I figure if you think I'm attractive then you'll automatically like her too."
Well, whether their approach was screwy or brilliant, it worked. Of course, these girls were such foxes that pretty much any approach would've worked on me. Carla and I started dating (the one who had spoken for Carla is named Carmen). When I came to pick Carla up for our first date she answered the door almost falling out of tiny cut-off jeans and a cut-off tank shirt that revealed the undersides of her huge tits if she raised her arms or her shoulders even slightly. The sides of her tits were visible through the shirt's arm holes. I wondered if her being in this outfit meant we'd be staying in. She obviously enjoyed my jaw-on-the-floor reaction, at which point she informed me that she was Carmen.
When Carla came out she saw Carmen's attire and the resulting bulge in my pants. "You slut, what are you trying to do, steal my date away from me?
Carmen cupped my crotch, bringing a gasp of astonishment from me. "No, just getting him ready for you." This sent my mind bouncing in several directions, some positive and some negative. One of the positives was that Carmen's sexiness had started my cock swelling from the moment she opened the door; when she felt my crotch it wasn't hard yet but it must've seemed much larger to her than it really is. She glanced at Carla with what seemed to me like a look of approval. I remember wondering what the hell I was doing here, and how unbelievable these girls were. I had no way of knowing that I "ain't seen nothin' yet", as the expression goes.
I guess our date went fine. Nothing worth mentioning besides the fact that for the first time in my life I was out with a beautiful, sexy girl who turned the heads of every guy from the macho parking attendant to the gay waiter and every male passerby, as well as many women. She was quite charming and I must've done OK too because we continued dating after that.
While dating Carla I also became friends with Carmen. It seemed like Carmen was always around. The twins were very close; they did almost everything together, even dressed the same. They were so identical in looks and behavior and clothes that even after I got to know them closely, I couldn't tell them apart. I had heard stories of identical twins secretly swapping boy friends. They claimed they never tried to fool me into mistaking their identities except for occasional little practical jokes, though they admitted having traded dates in the past without the guys' knowledge. I was never 100% sure I knew which was which, even during dates and sex. At any given time only one of them would act like my girl so I had to assume that was Carla. But I knew they told each other everything, so if they ever wanted to fool me I'd be unable to trip the impostor up with her lack of knowledge about me or our relationship.
If she didn't have anything else to do, Carmen would hang out with us and even accompany us on dates. Carmen seemed to like me almost as much as Carla did; after all they did have the same tastes as each other and also Carla would tell her all the things she liked about me. Carmen would flirt with me, teasing me with her knowledge of intimate details that Carla had divulged about me. They often whispered secretly to each other and giggled like schoolgirls; I knew they were talking about me. This and the lack of privacy bothered me a lot, but the fact that two such beautiful twins liked me enough to spend so much time with me and one of them liked me enough to date me, more than made up for it.
When I would come over and one of them answered the door I would get a hug and kiss regardless of which twin it was. I could usually tell which one it was because Carla would give me deep French kisses whereas Carmen would just kiss me on the cheek. But sometimes Carmen would flirt outrageously by doing something like pushing me against the door during the hug, her big tits mashed against my ribs, and caressing my crotch to hardness (which only took a second), then playfully and triumphantly walking away with an exaggeratedly sexy swing of her hips saying "I'll tell Carla you're here."
One reason I would get a hard-on so fast is that I'd be half way there already. I'm only slightly larger than average in length (7.5") and width when erect, and I guess I'm pretty much average when soft. But because the girls were always looking and behaving so sexy, my dick was almost always at least partially engorged when I was around them. This meant that even if it was soft it was still much bigger than its normal state, so if I was naked it just looked like I had a naturally big cock, or if I was clothed it caused a bigger bulge in my pants. Both girls looked at my crotch a lot, often quite blatantly. Sometimes if they noticed each other looking at the same time, their eyes would meet, obviously sharing some kind of nonverbal communication. Luckily their faces would show admiration or some other positive expression, so my ego soared at their apparently appreciative reactions.
Carla loved to sit on my lap, squirming around a lot with her pussy centered on my bulge, often in full view of her sister. Carmen would frequently hop on my lap too, though only briefly and only in a playful or friendly way. However her definition of playful could include a hug and kiss, and even a quick squirm of pussy over my pants-covered erection.
The twins slept together in a queen-sized bed in their one-bedroom apartment. I asked Carla if they ever did more together than sleep. "Wouldn't you like to know!" she replied. The first time I slept over at their place, Carmen slept on the couch to leave the bedroom for Carla and me. In the morning I was waken up by sound of a dresser drawer closing. Looking up I saw Carla in a bra and thong panties, leaning over with her hands in a bottom dresser drawer. I had a rear view of her vulva peeking out between her legs, the cleft between the two halves visible through the flimsy panties. I was on my side with my top knee drawn up so my thigh was at a right angle to my torso, causing my hips to be rotated partially face-down.
I groggily said "G'morning".
She replied "Oops, sorry to wake you--it's my turn to make breakfast and we're out of milk, I have to get dressed to go to the store". She looked down toward my crotch and said "Nice balls, stud."
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