Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
He runs his hand along my arm now and draws my hand under the table, bringing it toward his bulging cock. I feel myself blush a deeper shade of red.
“That’s it, love,” Derek murmurs.
Xane leans over and kisses me on the cheek. “Unzip his pants, Gem, then do the same for me. We’ll take care of your dinner for you; you will take care of our cocks.” His commanding whisper sends shivers up my spine and, without thinking, I do as he says.
I free their throbbing cocks and feel the silky length of each under the table. I take a cock in each hand and slowly stroke and tease them as I look nervously around the restaurant. My fingers become sticky with pre-cum as I develop a rhythm.
The waitress comes back to the table, bringing a plate of deviled eggs for appetizer. I start to pull my hands up from under the table, but Derek clears his throat and raises an eyebrow at me.
His cock twitches in my hand, and I continue my stroking.
They take turns feeding me bites of egg. Eventually, the main course arrives. Derek cuts my steak while Xane feeds me.
The entire time, I explore their cocks with my questing fingers under the table. The conversation stays lively, but occasionally, one of them will pause, and I will feel his cock twitching in my hand.
I feel powerful and helpless at the same time; the combination is intoxicating, and my panties are absolutely dripping by the time the crème brulee arrives.
Derek cracks the hardened caramel and feeds me a creamy, crunchy mouthful. I increase the speed of my stroking.
Soon, their breaths are coming in quickly between bites of dessert. Conversation has come to a halt.
Derek has an arm around my waist and is stroking the side of my breast with the tips of his fingers. Xane is less subtle and is kissing my throat.
I see the waitress’ reflection in the window. She’s coming back to clear the dessert dishes.
In that moment, Derek silently explodes. Xane follows suit and suddenly, my hands are covered in their hot, sticky cum.
Derek hugs me tightly, and Xane grabs my arm. They catch their breath just as the waitress comes around our booth.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asks, clearing the empty plates.
“No, I think we are all satisfied for now,” I say as I bring my sticky hands up from under the table and lick my fingers clean.
Chapter 20
Derek
There’s nothing like a nice dinner and a handy after an international flight to put a man to rights.
“Now to hit the slopes,” I call cheerily on our way back to the car.
“Skiing? Now?” Julia looks bewildered. The evening has deepened into a clear crisp night.
“Of course, my dear. The slopes are clear. Everyone else will have their heads tucked away in their beds. But, we, we are brave travelers! We are rested, we are fed. We are, to one end, satiated. So, for us…the slopes!”
I wrap an arm around Julia’s tantalizing waist, and pull her along to the car with me. Xane rolls his eyes, and lets out a comically loud sigh.
Julia laughs, “I don’t know how to ski.”
“Then to the bunny slopes we go! I hope you packed your tail,” I chuckle, and pat her pert ass. Her cheeks flush, but she smiles and laughs again.
We climb into the car. Xane first, then Julia swings her legs in.
Always the lady, I smirk to myself. I think back to the sun-drenched days at Spencer’s place, and my cock twitches. First the slopes, then we are on to groovy times.
Back at the lodge, I hurry Julia off to the empty locker rooms along with a bag I had waiting for her with my valet.
Xane and I head to my office; we change into our ski gear while I check in on the running of my resort. A twinge of guilt over working while we keep the lovely Julia from her phone and her assistants wash over me…but she needs it; the poor dear can’t ski. How can she recommend a vacation she doesn’t know anything about?
I arrange for the floodlights and the button lift on the bunny slope to be turned on, and for two snowmobiles to be brought around. We’ll go straight from the slopes to my cabin.
With business wrapped up, and us gents changed into our gear, we go to the lodge area to meet our lady. She’s a vision in a white snow suit with a blue helmet, gloves and boots in hand.
“Love, you are going to have to put those on, can’t ski in your woolies.” My accent grows stronger around a lovely girl like her.
“There were so many straps on the boots,” Julia says in exasperation, “I didn’t know where to start.”
“This is why you need a vacation, Gem,” Xane says with a sharp edge to his voice. Julia flushes.