©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#561)
We sat across from each other and watched her undress between us.
First she looked at me as she undid straps and clasps, and then it was his eyes she looked into as she stepped out of her dress. She watched me as she dropped her bra to the floor, but she turned again when the black lace slipped off her ass and down over her thighs.
As for us, we undid belts, opened zippers and gripped our cocks in our hands as we struggled to get hard enough for the condoms she left next to our drinks. I watched him watching her, his hand a blur as he squeezed, twisted, and stroked, and his eyes moved between us. By the time she was standing in nothing but her lipstick, we were ready.
It was a slow dance. She lowered herself down onto him like a violinist tuning a string. Her hips moved slowly as I watched him disappear inside her and their fingers touched gently. It was less than a minute later that she turned to face me, kissed me on the mouth and then let me fill her as well. Her lips were soft and her skin was warm.
For half an hour she moved between us. I watched, over and over again, as she lowered herself around him, and when it was my turn I closed my eyes and pretended she was mine. When she finally came I was looking into her eyes as his hand moved furiously behind us. I kissed her mouth and pulled her to me with a hand on the small of her back.
She moaned into my ear as she began to shake, and his voice joined hers as they both found their release in a single perfect moment.
So here is the original: even more gorgeous, in my opinion. You lose so much of the clothes and just the general feel of the picture when you put it into black and white. You also TOTALLY DEFY THE ARTIST’S INTENTION COME ON PEOPLE.
And you also lose that really hot story going on up there. Like. Woah. So problematic how hot I find “and when it was my turn I closed my eyes and pretended she was mine” to be.