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Another time, when Chris and I went out to eat at a nice restaurant, there was a pretty waitress serving us, late twenties, voluptuous, and very friendly. It wasn't unusual when Chris asked me about the woman, in this case regarding her large round breasts.
"The waitress has pretty boobs!" She bent forward to whisper across the table, "Did you see, her nipples are hard!" Christen returned to her seat. "Do you think I would look better with bigger breasts?" I was only half-listening to her, and realized the waitress had appeared to notice me, her demeanor and body posture changing after she got over here. In fact, she seemed to try and catch my eye.
It wasn't unusual for Chris and I to play little games - we often pushed them to the limit. So when I told Chris I wanted her to flirt with the waitress, she agreed. Perhaps too readily. Next time the woman came to take our order, I watched her reaction as my cousin blatantly careseds the woman with her eyes.
Then she asked her, "Did anyone every tell you that you are very pretty?"
The woman was stunned for a few seconds, looking to me to perhaps stop my supper companion, but I just watched on.
"Ugh, no." She finished taking my order and asked Chris what she wanted.
I saw that Chris was staring at the woman's nipples, which were indeed hard and pointing through her shirt. The waitress was visibly nervous and tried to hide her chest with her note pad, unsuccessfully. After telling her what she wanted for supper, Chris said, "I would like you to be my dessert." Even that statement surprised me. The waitress froze. "Would you like to meet us" - I noticed the "us" part - "...later? My friend could watch as I lick every inch of your body."
The waitress looked at me for confirmation, but I just smiled at her. She mumbled something about, "supper in a few moments", then disappeared into the kitchen. For some reason, neither of us brought up the last few minutes. Instead, we talked as we usually do. When our meals were finished, the waitress finally came from the kitchen, her hands full. She ignored Chris and just looked at me.
I spoke up as she turned to leave. "Oh, miss?" She turned back to me. "My friend was serious. I would enjoy very much watching you make love with her. Have you ever had sex with another woman before?"
Hoarsely she answered, "No." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Chris looked suddenly nervous at my remark, as if surprised that I asked the question. Perhaps she thought this was all a game. She already knew that I wanted to have sex with two women - it was a fantasy of mine. The reality had just sunk in for her, while I wondered at her own actions, as she was too enthusiastic about this little game. Did she wonder what it would be like to have sex with another woman? I wanted to find out.
The waitress was ready to escape again, but I spoke up. "I'm sorry if we're embarrassing you." I meant it. "But if you have sex with my girlfriend I'll give you three months' wages. No questions." Both sets of eyes got bigger. I smiled at Chris, knowing that this was the moment where she showed her true colours. Even if the pretty waitress doesn't accept I will have learnt something about my mistress.
The working girl mumbled something about getting the check then left quickly, her face flushed. That was when Chris turned on me. "What are you doing? I thought you just wanted me to flirt with her. What happens if she agrees?" I shrugged and smiled. "Oh, God. Here she comes."
Indeed, the waitress was coming over to the table, the bill in her hand. She looked nervous as before, but somehow resigned. She whispered to me across the table, ignoring Chris. "I'll do it. Four months wages?" I nodded yes, then I told her to meet us at the hotel a few blocks away in an hour. She left us.
Chris was silent. What could be said? She could have said no; in fact, after her outburst I thought she might, that she was only a flirt after all. I let her mull over what she was about to undergo, and left her to her thoughts.
After supper I paid the bill and left with Chris on my arm. Silently she clung to me, as if I were protecting her. The walk went quickly and I checked us into a room, telling the front desk I was expecting a visitor. They assured me she'd be sent up post-haste.
In our room, Chris sat by the large window, nervously wringing her hands while I ate some complimentary fruit. A knock on the door was heard not long afterwards - it was our waitress. I realized I didn't even know her name, but a part of me enjoyed that little fact. I felt my mistress stand up from her seat by the window. The tension was filling the room as the woman walked past me into the large expensive suite.
"Chris?" She seemed startled when I spoke, and jumped slightly. She gazed at me for a second then took two steps to the voluptuous waitress who waited in the centre of the room. Chris pulled off the woman's purse and jeans jacket, letting them fall to the floor. I sat upon the large couch and drank my ginger ale as my mistress held the woman's head and they kissed gently for the first time.
All was silent in the room except for the breathing of the two females. The kiss lasted a long time, with Chris taking the initiative, kissing ever-so-gently upon the woman's full, gently pursed lips. Both had their eyes closed and mouths slightly open and puckered. I saw a tongue spear fast and soft against the other's lips, but didn't know who it belonged to. The waitress brought her hands up to my cousin's silk blouse and felt her breasts through the soft material. She was kneading them as I would have, paying extra attention to the hard little nipples. Chris groaned her pleasure directly into the other's open mouth and dropped her hands from the woman's face. She cupped the wide attractive buttocks encased in the tight denim. The kissing was becoming harder and more passionate, not just the soft seductive kisses that they started with.
At that point I wondered who was being the aggressor, the one taking on the dominant role. But I couldn't figure it out - Chris had started the encounter, but the waitress had fondled first.
Both were openly groaning deep down in their throats, their bodies beginning to writhe. The waitress was fumbling with the buttons on my cousin's blouse and my cousin was trying to get the jeans undone. Both were having a hard time of it. The blouse hit the ground first, baring my mistress's bare chest. The woman pulled away from the passionate kiss and looked upon the gorgeous bosoms of my cousin. That gave Chris the few seconds she needed to undo the tight button and zipper of the jeans. Chris began pushing the tight denim down the curved hips, while the waitress dived head first into her chest. The waitress hit the nipple open-mouthed and swallowed one whole. From then on they became incensed.
The waitress spent several long minutes kissing and sucking passionately at one, then the other, nipple. Her hands, meanwhile, undid the loose-fitting skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her eyes showed surprise and pleasure that Chris wasn't wearing any panties. The woman's hands quickly grabbed a shapely buttock, and roughly fondled.
During that, Chris forced the jeans to the woman's sneaker- covered feet, and then began to practically rip the tee-shirt off her body. Soon the bra followed. I never saw her like this; desperate, going fast as though if she blinked the moment would be gone. Always with me, she was seductive, passionate yes, but never desperate. The woman was bent over sucking on her nipples, so her large breasts were hanging down. Chris heaved one in each hand, testing the weight and feel of the new toy.
Some unspoken signal must have been communicated, since both stopped their frantic fondling and stood up and looked upon each other. At that point they laughed and realized their situation. They were standing in the outer room of our suite partially- dressed, their clothes in a tangle on their bodies, especially the waitress's. Chris kicked off her high heels and stepped out of her skirt that was bunched about her ankles, while the waitress slid off her sneakers and then bent down to pull off her jeans and socks. When both were finished, they again kissed and walked into the open door leading to the bedroom.
It was as if I weren't here, that I didn't exist. That wasn't unpleasant at all - it only made me feel funny. Also it seemed a little kinky, as if I were watching my mistress cheat on me with another woman. The last ten minutes had been very enjoyable - hell, the hard-on in my pants was testimony to that. I could also feel my heart beating hard and fast, and it seemed to vibrate my entire body. Was I weird, watching my mistress have sex with another woman? I thought I was, just a little. But, fuck it, I was enjoying it!
I refreshed my drink from the small bar, then stood by the window and watched the city far below. I could hear the sounds of the women. The noise was a detector to their excitement. They were getting louder with the minutes and the sounds were full of excitement, passion, and pleasure. One set of noises was familiar - Chris's love calls. But it seemed to have a certain something that I hadn't heard before - perhaps it was the newness of a female partner. Though I enjoyed watching the two of them, I realized in the future I would have to join in. The visual pleasure was certainly enjoyable, but the next step would be possessing two girls.
The noise brought me out of my distant state. It was getting louder, and I could feel the explosion of pleasure soon approaching from their sounds. I walked over to the open door to the bedroom and leaned on the door frame while drinking. The girls had closed the venetian blinds before jumping into bed, but the bright daylight outside was coming through the gaps in the shade, causing erotic lines to be drawn over the bed and the bodies. It also gave me light enough to see clearly.
The first thing I noticed was there was only soft female skin, shiny with sweat and goosebumps. Yet it took a few seconds to get my bearings, and I realized that Chris was on top and they were facing each other. I could see my mistress's buttocks clench and grind as she rubbed herself into the other's crotch. The waitress had her heels dug into the bed, humping upwards, her hands clawing at the familiar backside of Christen ,leaving long red trails. Their faces were a mask to their pleasure. I could see the woman's face over the shoulder of Chris; it was clenched tightly closed, with the mouth open in a silent scream, while the back of my cousin's head was moving over the large chest of her new friend. They were fucking like a male/female couple, except their sexes were pressed together, using the friction upon their clitorises as a stimulus. I knew that a clitoral orgasm could be, and usually is, better for a woman than a vaginal orgasm.
By their movements I could tell that an orgasm was not long in coming. The pace was speeding up, the movements frantic, muscles rippling with pleasure and fatigue. Chris left the bosom and forced her face into the hollow of the woman's throat, then she screamed loudly and passionately. A second later, the waitress let out a howl of animal pleasure as she began to cum. Her heels left the bed and wrapped themselves around my cousin, encasing her. Both froze in that position for almost ten seconds, and only the sounds of their pleasure could be heard. Then I saw Chris relax her whole body and collapse over her new friend and lover, while her muscles involuntarily shivered. The other woman wasn't far behind.
I turned from that delightful sight, realizing the smell of the women's musk had filled the room. I left the glass and grabbed my coat, silently closing the door behind me. Chris would take her usual half hour to recuperate fully from an orgasm, and I wanted to leave her alone with her new-found pleasure. A part of me wanted to stay and jump into bed with them. But I knew if I gave her time to sort out a few things, she would be more than willing to repeat the performance. I left several large bills for the waitress on her jeans, then left.