Fresh erotica: two women and a man meet on a plane…

I was standing at the gate.  Not long and we would be boarding.

There were two women together, standing nearby.  One of them was looking at me.  She looked like a doctor.  She was wearing a white lab coat, and was tall, blonde and very erect.  Her friend wore blue scrubs.  Both wore pink face masks because of the pandemic.  I did too, because I had something to say.

I was standing at partial sideways to them.  I turned towards her and looked her in the eyes, and then lowered them to the ground by her feet.  She walked up to me.  Submissive advertising.

“Are you travelling alone?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, still not looking at her.

“What’s your name.”  I looked into her eyes.  She could see I hesitated.  “You know,” she coaxed, “your real name.”

“Janey.”

“Would you like to travel with us?” she asked.  Her friend was there too, and I looked her in the eyes too, and I could see her smile under mask.

“Very much.”

“Good,” she said, “I think you’ll make a very nice travel companion.”  And she took my hand, and her friend took my other hand, and the two women walked me to the podium.

It was funny.  I could tell that guys had looked at me with contempt in their eyes, me, “a man”, standing there with a pink mask on.  The same men were looking at me with jealousy now.

The two women led me to the counter and the gate staff.

“We’d like her to sit with us,” the blonde said.

The lady at the desk looked at me and smiled.  

“Boarding passes.”  Our hands separated.  I reached for mine in my breast pocket, she in her lab coat, her friend in her small leather purse with a long, thin shoulder strap.

“What’s your name please?” I asked quietly, eyes down, almost in a whisper.

“Lisa,” she smiled, “Dr. Lisa.  And my friend here is nurse Allison.”  I looked at nurse Allison, and nurse Allison reached out and ran one of her hands down my naked arm, in a calming, reassuring way.

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

“Yes, it is,” she said.  “Don’t worry, I know how special you are.  It is good that you are travelling with us.  That we met you.”

“Ladies,” the checkout woman said handing back our boarding passes.  “Upgrades. compliments of the house.”

“Thank you,” Dr. Lisa says.

“That’s so nice,” Alison said.

“Thank you very much miss,” I said.

“Enjoy,” she said, with a smile to me.

In the event Alison and I sat together on one side, me in the aisle, her at the window.  Dr. Lisa sat in the aisle opposite mine.  Alison held my hand during take-off and landing.  The rest of the time we just chatted.  Chatted about nothing, about stuff, about everything.  And just like that, the flight was over.  

As we stood to get off the plane and were waiting patiently in the aisle for the doors to open.

“Alison and I live together,” Dr Lisa said.  I looked at her, into her eyes.

“Would you like to come home with us?”

“Very much,” I said.

“You’re not in a hurry to get home?”

“No.  Not really.  Nothing planned.”

“Good,” Dr. Lisa said, “Because I’ve got plans.  I think you will enjoy being a part of them.”

We disembarked and the two of them walked me through the airport.  To say that people noticed us was an understatement.  I am tall, but to be flanked by two beautiful women, one blonde and one brunette, in their professional uniforms, and so obviously gorgeous, and better still holding my hands.  I felt like a beautiful show pony being walked.  The ladies were proud to show me off.  I could feel it.

The men who looked at me in envy were thinking ‘how could s/he pull two women?’.  They so didn’t get it.  The jealousy in their eyes was misplaced and wasted.

We each had a suitcase, and we marched them out the door and into the awaiting ride-share black car.  Thirty minutes later we were in their home.  Everything you would expect of an apartment afforded by two professional salaries and then some.  It was on the ocean, with a balcony facing the sea.  

“Make yourself at home,” Lisa said.  “I’m just going to shower; I like to wash off the trip.  Would you like to do the same?”

“That would be nice.”

“You can use the guest room.”  She took my suitcase and wheeled it down the hall, into a small but elegant, simply furnished room.  There was an ensuite bathroom.  “Towels are already here.  I’ll get you a robe.”

“Thank you.  You sure you don’t mind?”

“Stop,” she said, waving away my objections, “nobody likes to smell like aircraft.  Especially these days.”

“I know, right.  I have the same thing.”

“Be right back,” she smiled.

I opened my suitcase and got out my necessaire and took it to the bathroom.  When I came out to get some clothes to change into, Lisa came back, holding a robe.

“You can have one of mine,” she said.  It was a white terry robe with pink piping on the edges and lapels.  “You don’t mind do you.”

“No,” I said, “it’s a very nice robe.”

“I thought you might say that,” she said, turning and going, her heels clicking on the tile ceramic wood floor.

I washed myself thoroughly.  There were products that suited the household, and I moisturised my entire body.  The smell of perfumed buttercups wafted through the air.  I felt soft.  My fully depilated body was tan, slim, and toned.

After I had showered, I didn’t really feel like putting street clothes on again.  I towel-dried my hair.  Besides there were some fluffy towel slippers there on the floor, and I slipped into those.  

When I went out into the living room, Alison was also there, and she too had made the same choice, and was getting herself a glass of water in the kitchen.

“Would you like some water?”

“Yes please,” she handed me a glass, tall, and clear, and it tasted fresh and clean.

“I know,” she said, “feels to good to shower.”

We had refills and went to sit in the living room.  She patted the middle cushion of the couch as she sat on one side, and I sat where she indicated.

Almost before my weight had sunk into the cushion, she had her far hand on my near thigh, sliding it down between my legs, and then up into my robe.  She looked at me and slid it further.  I opened my legs.  She brought her mouth to mine, and began to kiss me, so gently, so gently.  Her kisses were like little puffs of air, soft like pillows, or clouds, or beautiful thoughts.

We began to kiss, and her near hand was on my near arm, and then her leg was straddling mine, dropping down between them, forcing them open.  She slid her hand inside my robe and slid it down to my far nipple, and began to tease and play with it, and around it, with the pad of her finger tip.  Then she took my lip gently in her teeth like a mama cat takes her baby in her mouth, firm, but not hard, and as she did, she began to squeeze my nipple.  Gently at first, then harder and harder, until I let out a little whimper.  She released my lip and started to kiss me gently, darting her tongue into my mouth, alternating a pinch on my nipple with very soft caresses.

“You two didn’t waste any time,” said Lisa, walking up.

I looked up at her, standing there, also in her robe.  She smiled and let it fall open.  I had only a glimpse of her curves, the robe open across the inside of her breasts, but not to her nipples, and falling in a plum line to her shaven quim.  She smiled with total confidence as she watched me enjoy her with my eyes.

She raised her left leg and put her foot on my right knee, and then inched it along, slowly, seductively.  I watched as her robe fell open on her legs, her calf muscles, her knees, the long arc of her thigh towards her sex.  She reached down for my hand, and guided it along her leg, all the way from her ankle to her belly, then back between her legs.  She pressed her hand flat on top of my hand flat on top of her vulva.  It felt warm, inviting.  She took her hand away and I began to caress and play with her lips, teasing, touching, pressing, and gently sliding my fingers into the crease.  I could feel her moisture.  I ran a finger into it and brought it to my lips and tasted it, rubbing my finger on my lips as I did and looking up at her without raising my face.  Eyes up.

In one movement, she slid her leg across my front, placing her hips before me, while Alison slid down off the couch, onto her knees, behind Lisa.  As Lisa moved herself closer to me, Alison began to kiss the small of Lisa’s back, propelling her forward.

I leaned forward and nuzzled my face, my nose, between her legs.  Feeling its softness, its warmth, returning to the place from where I came, whence we all came.  Bliss.  I kissed her below in that inbetween space between belly button and opening, that place that is the source of belly desire.  She placed her hands on the back of my head, ever so gently and caressed and played with her precise fingers, tucking my hair behind my ears.  I kissed, and licked, and slowly prodded at her lips, unfolding them, reaching behind the curtains until I found it.  I kissed her clitoris, pressing my lips to either side of it, and flicking my tongue across it, kissing, gently sucking, blowing, teasing.  I slipped my three middle fingers inside of her, and using my thumb to pinch between my hand, my palm, I alternated pressure on her lips while my pinky went down, further, to the perineum and touched, pressured, and teased.

Allison was so close to my hand that I could feel her tongue brush the tip of my pinky.  We stayed like this, working Lisa into a froth, until she shuddered and moaned, and her juices ran freely over my hand.

We went to the bedroom and in the half-light of the early evening, limbs entwined, proceeded with a sensual dance, lightly touching.  I felt touched all over simultaneously.  We were an ever-changing tangle, and after a while even my blood circulating in my body felt alive, as if champagne coursed through my veins.

I was guided towards Alison, and was soon on my knees between her legs.  She was toned and flexible, and held her legs wide open for me, resting her arms inside her legs and watching as I went down on her.  

I looked over and saw that Lisa was standing by the bed, a pair of blue surgical gloves in her hand.  She smiled at me.  I thought of my upturned ass.

She came behind me, kneeling between my legs and with her hands indicated I should open my legs wider.  I did without stopping to lick and play with Allison’s most personal.  I felt the cold of lubricant being drizzled into my crack, heard the noise of the thick squirt that goes with it, and the sound of the closing lid, absently, as if in the distance.  But then I felt her fingers.  They were playing with me.  Gently poking into me, pushing the lubricant inside.  I moaned encouragement.

“Yes baby,” she said, “I know what you need.”

My fingers were buried inside Alison as far as my thumb and pinkie joints would allow.  She was bucking against them, and against my tongue, getting closer and closer to the edge.  When she came she cried.  I could feel her body sobbing, even though her tears were quiet.  I took my hand out and kissed her gently between the legs, her inner thighs, her perineum.  She wrapped her legs tightly around my head, squeezing me gently as her orgasm subsided.  I licked her juices, though they were too many, and the bed was slick with her excitement.

Lisa was into me with most of her hand, everything but her thumb, creating that feeling of fullness that only a fucking that changes your walk will do.  

I knew she was going to go all the way, and I felt relaxed enough to be ready.  She stopped and applied more lube, cold and dripping, but then was in again, this time with her whole hand, slowly pushing, working, teasing at my rings, prodding, coaxing, retreating, then trying again, gentle, but also insistent, and finally my sphincter understood, and let her in.

The feeling of a slender woman’s wrist sliding inside me, in and out, opening me up, and her fist pushing at places that don’t often receive visitors, created a hunger inside of me.  It came from my guts, and I wished that she could reach all the way through me, pushing everything aside until her fist came out of my mouth, and she could wear me like a bracelet.  That’s what I thought as Allison slid her hand down between her legs and caressed my face, raising it, and putting her thumb on my lips.  She caressed me with her thumb and I kissed it gratefully, expressing my feelings of being penetrated through my lips on her thumb.  She fed it to me and I sucked it, and she smiled at me.

Lisa reamed me until she was able to fuck me with her arm, and I was whimpering and dripping, bucking like a wild animal, growling into Allison’s hand which was nuzzling and muzzling me.  And then she stopped, leaving me empty.  She took my cock which was dangling down and held it firmly, wrapping her fingers around it.  She held it without stroking it, gripping it with certainty.  They both rolled me over on my back and Alison slid out from under my head and came to 69 by my side, taking my cock from Lisa and kissing it.  

Lisa removed the gloves with a snap, and then came around and straddled my chest without ceremony.  She moved with elegance and a lightness of movement that was like reeds at a lake’s edge bending gently in the breeze.

She brought her sex to my face and sat on it.  Alison straddled me too, and was guiding herself onto me, gripping me with her powerful muscles.  They rode together, with Alison placing her hands on Lisa’s shoulders and we moved with a rhythm that echoed the timing of the waves breaking on the beach below.  Slowly, sensuously, eating as deeply as we could.

It was more side to side and grind than up and down, and then I could feel Alison shudder.  The stifled sob, a wait of a minute, and then she started again.  I was burying my tongue inside of Lisa’s wetness, tasting her deeply.  Licking her clitoris when I could, burying myself between her lips as she rubbed her sex with pelvic thrusts, smashing my lips as she did.  Alison continued to lean back which had the effect of clamping off any build-up in me, keeping me hard and excited, but still far from the precipice.

Alison climbed off me and came around kneeling next to my head and Alison’s knee.  She bent forward and began to kiss, lick, and bite at Lisa’s nipples.  Lisa cradled Alison’s head, it was tender, like a mother holding her baby, and then she slid down my body.  I could feel her muscles and sinews on my chest as she slid down, her power.  She lifted herself up, took my cock up and pushed it inside of her, taking it away from the outside world, bring it home.

She buried herself on me to the hilt, and I could feel her the muscles inside of her squeezing me, rippling, demanding, insistent, as she began to thrust, rub, and grind herself against me.  Alison held one breast, kissed the other, and then kissed Lisa’s collarbone, licking it, and then up to her neck.  Lisa threw her head back and I caressed her thigh with one hand, and Allison’s buttocks with the air.  We were smooth bodies, lost in each other’s folds.

Lisa took me with vigour, and came, squeezing me hard with her thighs when she did.  She wanted more and took it.  Again and again, until with every stroke and thrust she climaxed.  I could feel a river of her juices on me.  

“Would you like to cum?” she asked.  “Are you ready?  Can you?”  How our bodies remain mysteries to each other, even to ourselves.

“Yes,” I breathed.  She changed her angle and rode me more like a lady riding a horse, and I surrendered myself to where she was leading me.  And then I was over the edge, and for the split second when you know you are falling, but before the spirt starts, you are both brain dead and in a slice of heaven.  All of me shuddered as I cried out.  Lisa jammed her fingers into my open mouth.

“Suck them baby,” she said, “yes, there, there,” she purred as the pulsing of my cock gradually subsided.

After, we drank water and stood on the balcony, and watched the moon glittering on the swells, and white foam of the breaking waves.  The sound wafting up to us on the warm breeze.  Alison had changed the sheets when they led me back to the bed.  And I say led, as they both guided me as if to prevent me from even considering sleeping in the guest room.  They placed me in the middle, and both snuggled up against me, holding me, holding each other.  And in this way, we three drifted off to sleep, like three pencils in a pencil box.