8 Hands & The Moola Mantra - Part 1

She had a model's height and carried her lean body with grace. I never would have guessed that she did anything other than stroll down a strobe lit runway wearing designer fashions.  Her name was Ann, according to her Craigslist Ad, and she was walking towards our hotel room in two inch pumps, a black unitard, and a gray halter t-shirt which said "Ann's Hands". 

Ann's advertised specialty was "An Actual Professional Massage with The Benefits of A Happy Ending!"; and Amber had NEVER had a massage before. She had mentioned several times that she had fantasized about a stranger touching her all over... getting her wet by "accidentally" touching certain areas. These were fantasies with a male masseuse, but considering her new experiences with Nicole, I figured it might be ok to have a female. 

Ann walked to the door I stood at - admiring her every step. I guess I was blocking the room number because she held up 8 fingers and said, "room 8?".  As dopey as it felt, I stepped to the side, revealing the magic number.  She introduced herself and we committed to some small talk; like two boxers feeling each other out. In this case, we were probably looking for some assurance that the other wasn't crazed.  I must say, she spoke much better than she dressed.  We had a friendly hug and she walked back to her car to get her massage table.

Amber & Nicole had been looking through the blinds the entire time.  They had no clue what was going on. I stepped back inside and ushered them away from the window to prolong the suspense as long as possible.  I cuffed Amber's face and gave her a passionate kiss. This was for her. Her first massage and more...  As Amber and I were smooching, Nicole made it back to the blinds and saw Ann walking back with her table.

Nicole: what did you dooooo!

She was laughing as she sqeeked those words. She kissed Amber on the back of the neck. They locked arms and Nicole walked her to the window.

Nicole: are we all getting a massage? Amber you're about to loose you massage virginity!

Amber just looked at me with those 'thank you' eyes and smiled on her way to the ladies room.

Ann walked into our hotel room, kicked off her shoes and set up her table. As the table took form, she began to explain to Amber the many benefits of massage.

• Reduce spasms and cramping.
• Relax and soften injured, tired, and overused muscles.
• Release endorphins—amino acids that work as the body’s natural painkiller.
• Relieve migraine pain.
• Improve the condition of the body’s largest organ—the skin.
• Increase joint flexibility.
• Lessen depression and anxiety.
• Promote tissue regeneration, reducing scar tissue and stretch marks.
• Pump oxygen and nutrients into tissues and vital organs, improving circulation.
• Ease medication dependence.
• Enhance immunity by stimulating lymph flow—the body’s natural defense system.

I was very impressed with her professional presentation. It was so good to Amber that she began to remove her clothes as Ann laid a sheet over the table. Nicole and I retreated to the nearby bed. We must of looked like a couple of open-mouthed kids seeing something which promised to be pleasing on so many levels. I propped pillows up, reclined and Nicole rested her head on my chest.

Ann: do you have any aches or pains right now?

All 3 of use laughed as Ann waited for an answer. 

Amber: hehe, no, I'm ready to relax.

Ann: great, I'm going to wash my hands and you can get on the table face down.

Amber had removed her clothes and was standing there with a naughty smile on her face.

Me: you look great babe! 

She mounted the table and said, "you have a stop watch; I'll bet I could cum in less than 60 seconds!" 

Nicole: I'll race you!

Ann returned with a small bottle of oil and calmly said,  "slow down you 3, this is an hour massage". What else did she have in that bag of hers, which by the way, I never saw her bring in the room.

This was going to be fun. Ann is cool - Amber & Nicole are happy and relaxed... Not to mention that all 3, maybe 4 of us were horny as hell! Ann turned on some music; something she called "The Moola Mantra (Part 1) by Deval Premal. Neither of us had any idea what or who it was, but it fit somehow. 

PART 2

The Telco Guy Effect

Telco Guy was in the elevator as I got on.  He was dressed in his usual gear, tight pants, tight shirt unbuttoned halfway down his bare chest. The hair on his head was getting longer, almost reaching his shoulders. Amber digs longer, well kept hair. The heals of his black shoes tapped as he moved away from the control panel. I stood there looking at him, wondering if he was trying to see his reflection in the aluminum covered doors. "Do you know Amber?", I said, like she might have a prize for him. Until this very moment, we had never said anything but a "hey" or "what's up" in passing between buildings. Most of the time he saw me, I was  either with Amber or Nicole. "Yeah, I setup some phones for her team. Why, what's up?" He was used to being stopped and asked questions about phones and probably figured this was another request. "Well, Nicole would be jealous of me if she knew I was in the elevator with you... alone"? I laughed as it came out of my mouth. I didn't want to scare the guy off.  He returned my laugh and raised me one when he said, "I know." I can't say I was shocked; there are a few guys out there who actually notice when a women is noticing them. It's all about being aware. "I'll ride with her!", he said. 

I know Amber is curious about him, but I'm not sure she would actually do anything if she had the opportunity.  Telco Guy has entered her conscious and subconscious thoughts, but does she really want a piece of that reality? Besides a temporary turn-on, what effect would it have on the three of us if something did happened... and continued to happen. Hmmmm... 

The elevator door opened and I stepped out. From the other side of the door, I looked him square in the eye and calmly said, "we'll talk later".  Whether we will or not, I didn't know, but I do know that Amber will have one of her better cums when she hears about this encounter.

Caramel Cock

Nicole was sweet enough to bring me coffee this morning, and while doing so discretely whispered in my ear "I want to lick Charlie".  I lifted my head from the computer just in time to see her walking away. I focused on the fact that her ass appeared to be eating most of her khaki slacks, and I could see the small of her back under her shirt. It was a scene I replayed all morning. One that kept me in an aroused state and fully awake for my first encounter of the day.

Amber had requested both breaks and she wanted to help prime me for my lunch with Nicole. We walked next door, picked up 3 ham, egg, and cheese sandwiches, then rode the slo back. I put the breakfast bag down and unzipped. She slid her hand past my balls, and grabbed my ass from the front, while at the same time consuming every inch of my hard cock. I looked down at her big beautiful eyes looking up at me. Slowly she backed off, half smiling, with half a finger in my asshole. 

My cock was bouncing in the air for more. What a tease, I thought... what a damn good tease. I wanted to turn her around and fuck her right then, but she was wearing slacks, and we didn't have that kind of time left on the slo anyway.

Back at our respective cubes, Amber explained to Nicole what she just did to me in the elevator. This is always a big part of the continued turn on for us... talking about the sexy adventures we just did, or the ones we plan on doing. We all get off on it big time! After hearing the details, Nicole knew I was ready for a lunchtime explosion and she wanted it all. There was no way she would share this one with Amber.

Nicole: thank you lover!

Amber: np, you need some help?

Nicole never answered...

Nicole: would you let me suck Charlie if I had Sarah Palin glasses on?

Me: I would have to think about that! :D

Nicole: she doesn't do anything for you?

Me: sure... then she speaks!

We had another hour to go before lunch and the sexy talk continued...

It didn't matter if we were horny just like we were the day before. What matters is what we are horny now; like Amber's pussy getting so wet it leaves a line of wetness on her chair...once again... or Nicole deciding to take her panties off because they are soaked, and soaked panties bug her. When she returns, she ask what I had for dinner last night, wondering if my cum will be "as sweet as usual". OMG 

Those words gave me an idea. Nicole loves anything with caramel in it, candy bars, ice cream or straight from the jar. We made a quick stop, I ran in and got the goods.

The park was packed with cars.  There was a uniformed soccer team of about 25 young adults practicing. Fortunately for Nicole and I, all the cars seemed to be empty, so we were clear to do as planned.  I asked Nicole to lean back and close her eyes...just for a second. I reached for the grocery bag and unscrewed the caramel top. I had to remind my lover once again to keep her eyes closed, then I put a little on my finger and smeared it over the head of my cock. With the jar out of sight, I asked Nicole to taste Charlie and keep those eyes closed. Her mouth hovered over and she sheepishly stuck out her tongue. I lifted up just enough to get the caramel on the tip of her tongue. She opened her eyes and said, "yummmmm, put some more on him!" 

Nicole commenced to her typically deliberate licking of my cock.  She has a naturally slow hand, which was firmly grasping charlie near the base. Usually the pace picked up as I got closer to cumming, but today I wanted it slow & easy. This is her forte... her head moves from side to side, giving me a new angle to jump to. Charlie gets a workout from every angle. I could see the accumulation of caramel on the corner of her mouth, and she let the sweet juices drip off her tongue and onto my cock.  Her lips met her hand as she took more than half of me in her mouth and held it there. She moaned deeply and I whispered how good everything felt.  I was throbbing inside of her... enjoying the sight of my sweet Nicole sucking me off. She is beautiful, with or without me in her.   

Sit, Squat or Stand

How lucky is a woman? How fortunate you are to be able to walk into a grocery store's produce section and find something which will fill you and possibly thrill you. How lucky, especially when compared to a man.  No, I'm not mad at you, in fact I'm smiling as I type.  It's so easy for a woman to please herself when the inspiration hits her; and I'm so jealous of that fact.

Amber or Nicole can stroll into the ladies room, wait for a quiet moment and rip one off without much of a fuss. As much as those two have turned me on, the thought has crossed my mind a time or two, but I can't bring myself to do it. It seems to be way to much trouble.

Reasons I will never masturbate in the men's room at work:

1) when the need arises, I prefer to sit, standing would be the equivalent of advertising and walking to the rr with a hardon, past my buddies, my boss, small talkers, and the rest... no! and yes, I have a manbag and have used it for cover when I had no choice, like coming back from a "giving" lunch.  Sorry, I'm not going to skip off to the men's room, carrying my bag.  That visual freaks me out.  It's really ok if you are a man and you carry your bag to the men's room. It's just not for me.

2) the smell in there ruins it for me. nuff said

3) a hardon and sitting on the toilet doesn't always work so well. It stops me from pumping out and rocking to the convulsions, and hard to keep it in the bowl. It'll end up on the floor or door and I'll have to clean it up.

4) the clean up and the leakage after. My biggest, most draining cums are with someone... so after I masturbate, I'll probably leak out what didn't make the cut for the next 30 minutes... no fun.

So my dear Nicole, and my dear Amber, you take yourself in the ladies room anytime you want! Sit, stand or whatever you need to do to get to that place of pleasure. I will join you in spirit and help you if I can...but I will never cum in the men's room, sit, squat or stand!

Milk & Cookies

It was a beautiful day, not unlike the last few days here, plenty of sun and a gentle breeze. It's starting to feel like fall and we didn't want to sit in the car during lunch. The confinement and limitations of our vehicles was simply not good enough that day.  We figured we would walk for half a lunch and come back to the car for some fun. 

We started on the path which we had watched and mostly ignored countless patrons walk, jog, blade, or smoke; while we reclined and quietly exchanged orgasms... prairie dogging to see if anyone had noticed our sensual whimpers.  The path circled into a thicket of trees, which we leisurely made our way into.  Hiding just beyond the concrete path, we hugged and kissed. This is usually all it took to ignite any fires within. We immediately needed to find a better hiding place in order to do a bit more, or so we thought.

The panties had already been taken off as usual, and the skirt was gracefully flowing in the wind. I had been teased enough during our walk and I wanted to see her butt now.  Unfortunately, that's pretty much all I would get to do that day. She turned her back to me and leaned into a tree, bending over just far enough for me to see her lovely cheeks.  She then brought one foot to the left, and one foot to the right; spreading out her welcome mat.  I lowered myself and kissed a cheek, then heard a noise. I paused, figuring it was one of the many squirrels jumping tree branches. While kissing the other cheek and anticipating the taste of her pussy juices, I heard it again! This time I stood up to see a dog chasing something, and a white-bearded man chasing his dog. He was a big guy, in both directions. He wore some kind of suspenders, which you don't usually see in real life. His gut stressed the straps so much they were cutting into his white t-shirt and shoulders. I immediately decided I didn't like him much. I gave him a down-head nod and he walked by, re-leashing is dog like it was all a plan. I half expected someone beyond the trees to yell "cut". 

We wondered how long he had watched us, and what he had seen. He looked like St. Nick, but he sure ruined our milk & cookies.  We quickly walked back to the car,  imagining that he and his dog were hiding, witnessing our lust until the dog caught the scent of something... or maybe the first sound I heard was a stick being thrown for the dog to fetch... but why would he had thrown it at THAT moment. Things were just getting started. We went on and on with this... got in the car and we both kept adding to the story of this man and his dog. We both came and laughed. What a scary fun lunch it was!