Chapter 2

The alarm on the nightstand went off just moments before the phone rang. I reached over, turned on the light answering it.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Edwards? This is the wake up call you requested," the female voice said.

"Thank you," I replied sleepily, replacing the phone in its cradle. "Wake up call indeed," I thought, rolling out of bed, scratching my groin on the way into the bathroom.

It was way early yet. Robert with a W wasn't due to meet Mr. & Mrs. Limousine ride for well over an hour.

Surprisingly, after the past evenings incredible experience, I hadn't found myself lacking in enthusiasm at all. Half expecting to be thoroughly, exhausted, satiated after my first experience, I was surprised when Mr. Morning Hard On went from being just that, to Mr. Ever-ready, my cock's evil twin.

Mr. Ever-ready went back to Mr. Morning erection, which barely allowed me the ability to take a very needful piss. But the scalding hot shower, which quickly followed, relaxed everything back to a much more tolerable and normal state.

As I stood under the pulsating spray, I began to wonder if what I had suddenly gotten myself into was such a good idea. After all, I had NO clue as to who these people were, not to mention the aspect of something getting entirely out of hand in which I would have no control over, was curiously troubling. Last night had definitely been somewhere along those lines. If the bar hadn't been as nearly deserted as it had been, and the few people inside not so inclined to participate or join in either, it could have ended up being pretty serious. All things considered, it turned out just right, and was pretty damned erotic, as I stood there beneath the hot spray thinking about it, my prick lurching as though in agreement with me.

I made a mental note to be more specific about my requests in the future, asking a few more pertinent questions before agreeing to meet anyone else. After all, I still had three more appointments already paid for after Mr. and Mrs. Limousine of course, but I didn't want to put myself in any more uncertain situations either.

I had already cleared my entire morning; whatever happened today wouldn't interfere with my real work or my other responsibilities. And although only an hour had been set aside for this morning's adventure, after last night, I knew anything was possible. Once again my prick stiffened in eager anticipation. "Down boy, lets not get a head of ourselves," I said speaking to it. "Who knows? Maybe we won't like these people? And then what?"

My prick nodded happily however, having already decided that whatever lay ahead of us, he was more than willing and happy to go along with. I finished dressing, once again opting for wearing no underwear in the event of a hasty retreat, or more importantly, easier access, and went down to the coffee shop to have breakfast and await their arrival.

As I had expected, the limo pulled up in front of the hotel at seven sharp. I immediately noticed the dark tinted windows, knowing without any doubt that as there was no way anyone could see inside. The driver met me almost immediately at the door as I walked up introducing myself. I'd already been informed that it would be the driver, and not whoever sat inside waiting for me that I would confirm my identity with.

"I am Robert... with a W," I told him nervously.

The Chauffeur acknowledged me with the briefest of smiles, promptly opening the door. I immediately stepped inside, taking the opposite seat across from where my un-as-yet-met companions sat looking and smiling at me. I noticed in that brief instant that we were completely sealed off from the driver's area up front. The sliding panel already in place, baring anyone from the front seat to be able to look into the expansive, elegantly furnished area of the limousine. I felt the car as it pulled away from the curb back out onto the street without any directions being given to the Chauffeur from the strangers still quietly sitting across from me.

"You may call us John and Amy. Those are not our real names of course, but I find it far more awkward in situations such as these if we don't at least have something we can call ourselves," The man said.

I noticed he was ruggedly handsome, obviously in his late fifty's perhaps very early sixty's, with stark white hair, not grey, closely cropped and neatly styled. He had a deep dark rich tan, and was wearing Tennis shorts along with a matching white Polo shirt which set his tan off all the more.

The woman I'd been introduced to as Amy was dressed in similar attire. Though not nearly as tan as John was, she had a near flawless and much younger looking complexion. I judged her as being perhaps five to ten years younger than John, and perhaps even younger had it not been for those dark brown eyes, which belied the maturity of her age. She possessed not a shred of silver or grayness to her hair like John did, nor did she show the lines of middle age that one would normally have expected to see. Their demeanor was almost aristocratic, initially making me feel ill at ease, and once again questioning my sanity at having agreed to do any of this. For several long uncomfortable moments, they remained quietly studying me, and I them.

Finally, Amy spoke in a voice that was deep, dark and lustfully sensual, adding a demure smile that seemed almost playful as though being a cat just having caught a canary. "I am sure you were told during the interview, that John," she said emphasizing the name, "is here merely as a spectator, unless of course you find yourself comfortable enough that at some point he be invited to join us."

I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement to that, smiling briefly, still somewhat nervously as I glanced his way. Sensing this perhaps, John slid over to the far side of the bench seat that he and Amy had been sharing. It gave if nothing else, the appearance of separation between the three of us, added with the good four to five feet of space between the seat I was sitting on and theirs.

Amy immediately began removing her clothing. I watched as she quickly removed her Polo shirt, pulling it off over her head in one swift fluid motion. I watched it fall in a heap on the floor as she playfully tossed it in my direction. I'd expected her to remove the sports-bra she'd obviously been wearing, but instead, she lifted her ass ever so slightly from off the seat, slipping the short tennis skirt she was wearing, tossing it towards me where it fell perfectly on top of her shirt.

Amy now sat wearing only the sports bra, and a pair of thin lacy sheer-white panties. She began caressing her breasts, cupping each gently, thumbing and toying with her already extended nipples. I watched with growing arousal and excitement as her nipple's continued to harden and began pressing firmly, distinctly against the tightly stretched, very smooth fabric of the bra she was wearing.

Mr. Ever-ready began to take notice of what she was doing to herself, alerting me to his interest by throbbing enthusiastically inside my pants. I glanced only briefly over towards John, and found him as captivated by what she was doing to herself as I was.

She continued fingering her nipple's for a moment more, rolling them through the fabric until they were so hard, so firm; I thought they would actually find some way to tear through it. To my delight as much as Johns, Amy finally discarded the bra altogether, adding it to the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing below me.

Amy's breasts were capped by rosy-pinked colored areola's, unlike any I had ever seen before on any woman. Her small to medium sized breasts were well rounded, but not in a perky teenage way that one might have expected to see. No, these were definitely mature breasts, comfortably resting against her rib cage. And though they might have failed the pencil test, it wouldn't have been by much, which I found even more alluring, more sensual as I found my eyes hungrily glued to them.

Amy continued to caress herself, now actually pinching, pulling on those twin-marbled nubbins. I was amazed at how freely, so uninhibitedly she was while playing and caressing herself. Amy was truly enjoying this, enjoying me, my expressions as she unabashedly caressed her breasts, lifting them up, massaging and kneading her pliant flesh. Just barely able to lift either upwards towards her mouth, Amy's tongue snaked out, tickling the nipple, all the while looking over towards me, almost smiling.

"Am I getting you excited?" she asked unnecessarily glancing down towards the obvious bulge protruding inside my pants.

Still looking at me, Amy slid her hand down towards the crotch of her panties. Pulling to one side the leading edge of her them, I watched one of her fingers disappear beneath the hem as she began lightly teasing and running a finger up and down her obviously wet slit. The crotch of them having already darkened with moisture as she began fingering her pussy, periodically lifting a finger to suck it, tasting her own juices. Moments later, Amy stretched the material of her silk panties even further off to one side, fully revealing the exquisite pink flesh of her lips. Again, she ran her finger smoothly up the near hairless furrow, pausing briefly at the shinny pink knob that protruded invitingly. She began to circle the surface of her clit with her finger, teasing it, licking her lips as though hungry to have a tongue flicking it instead.

At that point, she stopped touching and playing with herself, allowing the lacy white panties to once again cover her moist wet pussy.

"You don't get to see any more of me, until I get to see more of you," she said in that near hypnotic sensual voice of hers.

In my mind, I had erased John. Even peripherally, I didn't notice him sitting there any more. I was so focused, so caught up in the mesmerizing display of Amy's self-teasing, that's all that mattered as I admirably continued staring at her exposed breasts.

"Well?"

Her question jumpstarted my reaction, I wanted very much to see more of that delicious looking pussy. I hurriedly reached down unzipping myself.

"Don't just take it out," she breathed huskily, "Take your pants off. All the way off. I want to see your cock fully and completely... including your balls."

I was suddenly glad I'd decided against wearing any underwear, which by the expression on Amy's face as I quickly struggled out of my pants, she was delighted to see as well. Stepping out of them, I kicked them over into the corner, now sitting in front of her my hand shyly concealing the fullness of my erection.

"Spread your legs for me," she commanded. "And remove your hand, I want to see you... all of you," she said lustily.

I quickly did as I was told, resting my hands down onto either side of the seat, spreading my legs apart though I felt somewhat self-couscous in having done so.

"Hmm, I like a man who shaves his balls," she grinned once again licking her lips. "I like how they look, I like how smooth feeling they are when I suck them inside my mouth."

My cock twitched. Amy giggled. "Do that again, make it move for me without using your hands," she prompted.

Mr. Ever-ready was happy to oblige, throbbing excitedly, even giving her an additional treat as he expelled a tiny droplet of pre-cum that ran down the side of his head.

"Very nice, again!" she prompted, her fingers moving back towards her crotch, once again slipping beneath the hem of her damp panties.

Once again my cock twitched, another droplet of lube oozing out of tip to run down the other side of my cock head.

Giddily, she laughed, fingering her pussy as I now heard for the first time the sounds of her succulent pussy becoming frothy-liquid with her finger teasings.

"Ok, now gather up all that juice you've been creating and rub it around the head of your prick for me," she stated pulling her crotch off to one side so I could again see the depths of her split.

I began doing that, enjoying the sensation of my own pearly juice as it coated the head of my cock with a pleasurable silky soft titillation that produced even more of the steadily increasing liquid.

Before I was even aware of it, Amy moved off the seat, down onto the floor, crawling towards me on her hands and knees. Her cute firm breasts swaying as she slowly approached, looking every bit the tigress that I was beginning to suspect that she was. Without using her hands, she ever so lightly nipped, then licked the very tip of my swollen penis. Forcing a part Mr. Ever-ready's tiny little eye-slit, Amy tongue-fucked it for a moment gathering up the pearl drops that had begun forming in a much more steady stream.