I am sitting in Anna's luxurious suite, while she talks with her agent in the US. I gather that he urgently requires her to fly to NY for a photo-shoot, and has booked a first-class flight for her from Heathrow this very evening. I find the demands on her somewhat unreasonable, but it is the life she chooses to lead.
While this is going on, I am increasingly worried by Sara's message. It seems she has been trying to contact me all morning, but gets no response from my room, and is now very concerned.
Anna rings off and begins to pack frantically. She suggests that I should use the remaining day's booking of the suite and assures me that all expenses will be settled by her agent, when I leave on Monday.
I am a little unsure, but then she says, “Why don't you just invite Sara round now, and use the suite as you wish? I will explain everything to her.”
That doesn't reassure me much, because I think Sara will be upset to find that I have been with Anna all this time, and Anna will not be subtle in her explanations. Even so, I don't see any alternative, and I message Sara to come to Anna's suite.
I intend to be honest with her. It is only because of Anna's comments that I now understand that Sara would like our friendship to become much closer. She has never made that clear herself, but I do recall that she warned me of Anna's reputation and hustled me out of the room yesterday. I had thought, at the time, that she was simply being protective of a naïve friend, but perhaps there was more to it than that?
Anyway, there is soon a loud knock at the door, and as Anna continues to pack, I open the door to Sara. She bustles in, looking very agitated, and squares up to me.
“What is going on, Simon?” she says, and seems extremely cross with me.
I say that I spent the night here at Anna's invitation, and Sara sits dejectedly, staring at me. “How could you?” she says, “After I warned you about Anna!”
I sit alongside her, and say that I don't understand why she is quite so annoyed.
“I know that Anna is your friend, but it was Anna who invited me here, and her who seduced me, not vice versa! I didn't seek her out, and you know very well that she can make herself irresistible to any man.”
At this point, Anna enters the room, and backs up what she has overheard me say.
She tries to placate Sara by telling her that she has only just revealed to me that Sara wants our relationship to be closer, and that if she herself had said so earlier, I might have resisted Anna!
To be honest, I am not sure that is true, but Sara says, “God, I am so confused now! You mean you have seduced and fucked Simon, but told him that I want to be closer to him? That was something I said in confidence to you! You had no right.”
“Well,” says Anna, “the only way is to be honest and open, Sara. I'm handing over the suite to you and Simon for the night, so you need to talk honestly together and get your relationship clearer. I'm very clear that what he and I had was just sex, nothing more. And by the way, Simon is a great fuck!”
Anna takes Sara aside to talk more privately in quiet tones, and I simply sit and observe them as their manner towards each other seems to soften.
They are both beautiful women; Anna is a little younger than Sara, and I had thought myself too old for both. They are both very slim and fit, as dancers, though Anna has achieved more fame and fortune. Anna has long golden-blonde hair which cascades down her back, contrasting with Sara's shoulder-length, raven-black hair.
After our recent trysts, of course, I know all the intimate details of Anna's body, but I only recall seeing Sara in a bikini once or twice. I get the impression that her breasts are a little larger than Anna's, but otherwise, both are tall, slim and long-legged, and both carry themselves elegantly. They are also both intelligent, strong women.
The two of them seem to have made peace, and they hug tight together. It must be an optical illusion of some sort, but as they hug, backlit by the low autumn sunshine, it seems to me that they almost merge into one person in front of me.
Then they part and Sara seems to have a new glint in her eyes, which reminds me of Anna. Their friendship is obviously very close, though not sexual, and I now see something of Anna in Sara, though moderated compared to Anna's 'full-on' sexual persona.
After their private conversation, Sara seems more self-assured than usual, and certainly more composed than when she arrived at the door a short while ago.
Now it is time for Anna to leave for Heathrow. Her bags are collected, and she orders lunch to be delivered to us in the room.
As she leaves, she hugs me too, and her hand presses against my cock. “Bye, lover,” she says, and turns to ask Sara to “tell her all about it” later. Finally, we are left alone together in awkward silence, in a luxurious suite, with lunch on the way, and all expenses paid.
We have been friends for a long time – years rather than months – and we have talked a lot about everything under the sun, except the nature of our own relationship.
We often discuss politics, philosophy, and religion; art, music and dance; morality, sex and porn. We either agree, or at least we understand each other's views, in all these fields and many more. But we have never talked about our personal sex lives, except flippantly and in passing; it has been a hidden aspect. Now is the time to address this failing, so we can move forward.
We each know that the other has had several partners, over time; some were entered into in the belief that a long-term relationship might develop, some (like mine with Anna) were “just sex”. Neither of us is sexually inexperienced, but why have we never considered each other as sexual partners?
The only explanation we can give is that neither of us wanted even to risk losing the relationship we had developed as friends, if having sex might jeopardise it. There was clearly a risk of that, though Anna's opinion seems to be that we would succeed – and she is an experienced judge.
So, over lunch, we discuss our own personal sex lives openly for the very first time.
Sara starts boldly by asking whether I have ever thought of her when I masturbate – she rightly assumes that I do. I have to admit that I had, and ask her the same question.
She admits that she has a 'bullet' vibe, no bigger than a lipstick, which she carries in her handbag; more surprisingly, perhaps, she says that she calls it 'Simon'. I am truly astonished, but flattered.
These revelations lead to more, and more. Maybe the wine accompanying our lunch helps a little too.
We agree that neither of us wants to give or suffer pain or humiliation; BDSM is not for us. We want an equal sexual relationship, even if one or the other might dominate on a particular occasion; we both value spontaneity.
We both love oral sex, whether giving or receiving, but we both broadly reject the idea of anal sex, despite its popularisation through porn sites. Perhaps we might be persuaded, but...
We are happy about different positions on different occasions; we both like the doggie position, for “just sex”, but prefer missionary for more “loving” sex. Neither of us know why this is regarded disparagingly as 'vanilla' sex, when it seems to be the most common position for loving couples, though we do agree that it should not become the only position ever adopted – there are so many more to enjoy, after all!
Now we agree to undress and explore each other. We have seen each other on the beach, for example, but never wholly naked and certainly not detailed investigation.
Lunch is finished and set aside, and we stand in front of each other. We undress each other simultaneously, but slowly and carefully, appreciating each revelation.
I find Sara's breasts a little larger than I had assumed, when I remove her prim blouse. Her areolae are pink and widespread, compared to Anna's darker, smaller nipples, but Sara's nipples themselves are extraordinarily long- she is already aroused but they are remarkably firm and outstanding at the points of her breasts.
Her hair is shoulder-length, raven-black, and glossy; when I run my hands down her slender but shapely body and remove her panties, I see that her pubic hair is equally luscious, black and glossy, but carefully cut into a short triangle, pointing very clearly down towards her pussy.
Her pussy is tucked away between her legs, and her lips are more hidden than Anna's very prominent and completely bare pussy. I think her clit is hidden too, but I have yet to touch her, of course. I tell her that she is beautiful, from every aspect.
Sara undresses me at the same time, stroking my naturally hairless chest and down to the short-trimmed hair around my cock and balls. When my erect cock is revealed – how could it be otherwise? – she murmurs that I am a little larger than she had expected, and comments on the thickness too.
In summary, a very “strong” cock she thinks, with balls clutched tightly beneath. At least I seem to meet with her approval!
We agree that we would each like to explore in more detail, and the best way to do that is through oral sex, in the 69 position. We retreat to Anna's bedroom, and stretch out together on the comfortable bed, which I am already familiar with.
I explain that, though I love the 69 position, I find it impossible to concentrate on my own role, if my partner is busily playing with me; it can become a distraction, to say the least. So we agree to take it in turns, and I will begin.
I part Sara's thighs and stroke gently and slowly inside her legs from the knee up to her pussy. She breathes steadily and calmly, allowing me to do whatever I wish to her body, while she relaxes completely.
I stroke her more and more firmly, pressing my thumbs into her muscular dancer's thighs, like a deep massage. She loosens her tight muscles, and my hands move to explore her pussy, where the tight, wrinkled lips are slowly starting to puff up and open of their own accord. She is so very different to Anna, but I have always found pussy fascinating in its variety.
I part her outer lips, and run my fingers along the full length, spreading her slickness towards her hidden clit. It does not take much doing to draw back the hood and reveal her swelling clit. It remains prominent now, and open to my mouth to suck, lick and nibble, while my fingers can probe between her lips and inside her vagina.
First one finger, then two, pressing and curling upwards inside her, while I play with her clit, She is moving against my mouth, and against my fingers now, clutching at them with her vaginal muscles. I move in sync with her, increasing the pace of my fingers as she presses herself more firmly against my mouth with accelerating rhythm.
It is clear that she is approaching her orgasm, and I let her use my mouth and fingers as she wishes. Her breathing gathers pace and depth, until she is gasping for breath, and begins to growl deep inside her chest.
The sound swells until it bursts out in full volume, and changes to loud cursing, while her body trembles, her pussy lips flutter in front of my eyes, and her muscles grip rhythmically around my fingers. At the same time, she grips my cock very tightly, almost painfully so, and distracts me a little from my task.