Actually <hee! hee!> it was all I could think about all night. Talk about food for thought!
This is a little different than your scenario, but hey, it works for us <LOL>
I'm sitting in a bar. It's a hotel bar - not too exciting, but there's a nice little trio playing jazz in one corner. I'm at the bar, chatting now and then to the bartender. I'm blonde, slim, short - a cute little package, I've been told. Around 9:00, this younger guy wanders in, alone. He sits at the bar, too, a few stools away.
We strike up a conversation, and he moves over beside me so we can talk easier. After about an hour, an several drinks, I invite him back to my room upstairs. However, I explain that my girl freind is up there, but I'm sure you won't mind being the focus of two women's attention. You readily agree.
Sylvie is in the living area of our rooms, working on some stuff for her business meeting tomorrow. We say Hi to her, and head for the bedroom. Falling on the bed, we start into some heavy petting. Before things go too far, Sylvie comes to join us. Before you notice she is there, she has cuffed your feet together. While you are protesting that, I pull a pair of leather cuffs out from under the pillow, and cuff your arms. The cuffs are wrapped around your upper arms, just above your elbows, allowing you some movement, but not much.
Sylvie and I slowly undress each other, until we are naked. You are still fully clothed, but for some reason, your pants seem tighter than normal - what could cause that, hmmm??
I get to go first, 'cause this was my idea. I crawl across the bed towards your face, stopping when my knees are settled along each side of your head. My knees are on pillows, cause I'm short. I wanna get a nice tongue job, not smother you!
You slowly extend your tongue, hitting me right ... there! Perfect! Clutching the headboard, I have two quick orgasms right away - I am so responsive to this position; it drives me wild! Finally, I back away from your talented mouth, and rest for a moment on your chest. As I move so Sylvie can have a turn, you notice that you have quite a wet spot on your shirt, but that's the way it goes, right?
Sylvie enthusiastically takes my place. She grinds her already wet pussy into your face, moaning and gasping as you drive her to orgasm, too. She usually isn't too fond of this, but she sure isn't planning on leaving anytime soon.
Eventually, she's too exhausted to take anymore, so she backs away from you too, leaving another wet spot behind. I cheerfully take her place, ready for some more pleasure.
Meanwhile, you're dying in agony over there; all this wonderful flesh and you can't touch any of it! You have the worst case of blue balls that you've ever had, and it doesn't look like you're going to get any relief anytime soon. Deal with it!
Finally, finally, we are satisfied. We've each had three or four orgasms; we're cuddled up together, just catching our breaths and getting up enough strength to move. We decide, out of the goodness of our hearts, that we can allow you to have a bit of fun now, because you did a good job. We open the fly in your pants, and pull out your hard little friend, which we find good enough for what we want to do. (Yiou have to realize, a good tongue is worth more than any cock to us, at this time.)
I reach back in your pants to play with your balls, while Sylvie slides her hands up and down your shaft, spreading that little bit of precum around with her fingers. You groan and shudder a bit, but when she takes you in her mouth - that's it, you can't hold back any more. As you start to pump cum, Sylvie pulls her mouth off you, and it shoots all over your chest and groin.
We undo the cuffs on your arms and ankles, and watch you do your fly back up. You notice the wet sticky spots on your shirt and pants, but we don't care. We're finished with you now - it's time for you to leave. We push you out into the hall, where you realize that anyone who sees you is going to know exactly what you've been doing. Ha! Looks good on you.
See ya next time we're in town, Bud
Amanda and Sylvie