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The First Time Together

The first time together

By 40somethinginashford

Part One: Arrival

The walk was familiar this time, same quiet streets, same late afternoon warmth. But it felt different now. Lucie's hand in yours gave it weight, a kind of gentle gravity. You'd both been here before, just not like this.

She glanced at you as you reached the door.

"Strange being here together, isn't it?"

You smiled. "Good strange."

She paused, then squeezed your fingers.

"I liked knowing he'd touched you. I thought about it more than I expected."

You raised an eyebrow. "You weren't jealous?"

Lucie smirked. "No. I was turned on."

Before you could reply, the door opened, as if he'd been waiting.

Leon's presence was the same as before. Calm. Grounded. Effortlessly in control without demanding it. He smiled at Lucie, then at you.

"Welcome back. Both of you."

He stepped aside and let you in.

Part Two: Lucie on the Table

The room was just as you remembered, soft lighting, warm air, music like breath in the background. A wide table waited, draped in grey cotton. The scent of oil and sandalwood settled around you both like a hush.The First Time Together фото

Leon poured water into two small glasses and passed them to you and Lucie. His fingers brushed yours... brief, deliberate.

"Take your time," he said. "You already know the rhythm."

Lucie looked over at you, already slipping off her shoes.

"Do you want to go first?" she asked.

You shook your head. "I want to watch you."

Her smile deepened, the kind that sat somewhere between affection and desire. She turned away, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, not for show, but aware of your eyes. Her skin was flushed already, anticipation rising beneath it. She folded her clothes neatly on the low bench, then stepped onto the table and lay on her front, arms folded beneath her head.

Leon moved quietly. He warmed the oil in his palms, then pressed his hands to her shoulders. His touch was firm, steady, fluid, a pattern you'd felt before, now mapped onto Lucie's skin.

You sat nearby, elbows on your knees, watching the way her body responded. The soft part of her lower back rising with each breath. The way her calves flexed when Leon worked his way down. The small noises she made, not moans, exactly, but pleasure spilling out in pieces.

"You can come closer, if you like," Leon said without looking up.

You stood and moved to the head of the table. Lucie turned her face toward you, eyes glassy with calm. You brushed her hair from her forehead.

"How does it feel?" you asked softly.

She exhaled, long and slow.

"Exactly like I remembered. Maybe better."

Leon reached the curve of her hips and paused.

"May I?"

Lucie nodded.

"Yes. Please."

His hands moved lower now, to the tops of her thighs, spreading oil with slow, deliberate strokes. You saw her body soften under him, legs parting slightly, her breath catching when his thumbs traced along her inner thighs, not quite touching, but close. Very close.

Lucie looked up at you again, something darker flickering behind her eyes.

"I want you to see everything," she whispered. "Don't look away."

You didn't.

Part Three: You Join the Touch

You kept your hand moving slowly between her thighs, just enough pressure to feel the slickness gathering there. Lucie's hips began to roll, her body leaning into your touch without a word. You looked at her, and for a long moment, all she did was breathe... long, steady, controlled.

Leon's voice was low beside you.

"Let her fall into it."

You withdrew your hand gently and stepped back, letting him return. His fingers moved more confidently now, parting her, stroking her open with long, slow passes that made Lucie moan aloud. It wasn't a show. It was need, raw and honest.

Leon leaned down, his mouth finding her, soft kisses at first, then a deep, circling rhythm of tongue and lips that made Lucie gasp and clutch the table. You watched her unravel, her legs trembling, her hands gripping the sheet.

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please..."

Leon stood, quietly coating himself with a small bottle of oil. He looked at you once, as if to ask permission. You gave it with a nod, not out of submission, but choice.

He guided himself to her entrance, one hand on her hip, the other steadying her back. Slowly, he pushed into her.

Lucie cried out, not in pain, but from the stretch, the filling. Her body received him greedily, her hips pushing back, her moans open and unfiltered.

You watched. Hard. Silent. Reverent.

Part Four: Afterglow and the Shift

Lucie's cries rose in waves, each thrust pulling something raw and beautiful from her. You stepped closer, one hand reaching to cradle her breast, full, flushed, heavy with heat. She gasped when you touched her, pressing into your palm, her nipple stiff against your fingers.

You leaned in and kissed her shoulder, feeling the slick sheen of sweat and oil beneath your lips.

"You're so beautiful like this," you murmured.

She turned her head, found your eyes. Her hand reached back blindly, fingers fumbling until they found your cock. She stroked you clumsily at first, but it didn't matter. The sensation, the fact that she needed to touch you while being filled so deeply, sent a jolt through your whole body.

Leon's rhythm changed, slower now, deeper. Each stroke seemed to linger. Lucie's body tensed, then trembled, and you watched her come undone, her climax washing over her in waves, legs shaking, voice cracking on a cry that broke into soft, incoherent moans.

Her whole body pulsed around Leon's cock, and he didn't stop moving, slower, now, coaxing every last shudder from her. Then he held deep. Still.

You saw his face twist, eyes shut, lips parted.

You knew.

He stayed buried inside her as his body jerked - once, twice - then stilled completely.

Lucie sagged forward, resting on her elbows, panting. You moved to her side, brushing her hair from her face, kissing her temple.

Leon slowly withdrew. His cock glistened with a mix of oil and her arousal, and as he stepped away, you caught sight of the creamy spill already beginning to leak from her.

Lucie followed your gaze and smiled sleepily.

"That... was intense."

Part Five: Reframed and Expanded

Lucie kissed your chest once more, then rose from the table with slow, graceful movements. Her skin was flushed, glowing, and slick with the afterglow of everything Leon had done to her. You watched her cross to the cabinet, her bare feet silent against the floor, her curves lit by soft amber light.

She picked up the bottle of oil and met your eyes.

"Don't move," she said softly. "I want you to see everything."

You didn't dare blink.

Lucie poured the oil into her palm, then let it cascade down the front of her body... over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. It caught the light, turning her into something almost divine. She rubbed it in slowly, deliberately... cupping her breasts, dragging slick fingers down the line between them, circling her belly button, then between her thighs.

She returned to the table and climbed back up, not straddling you just yet, but lowering herself onto you. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. Her oiled skin met yours in a warm, liquid glide. She moved slowly, rubbing herself against you, her full body sliding up and down along yours like silk.

You groaned, unable to stop your hips from rising.

Lucie smiled against your throat.

"I love how you feel when you're right on the edge."

Then she sat up, her thighs framing your hips, her fingers wrapping around your shaft.

"I want you inside me now," she said. "But I want you full in every way."

That's when you felt Leon again, standing beside you, quiet and ready.

Lucie looked down at you, her eyes dark with hunger.

"Take him," she whispered. "While I take you."

And then she guided your cock to her entrance and began to lower herself.

Part Six: Taken Together

Lucie's eyes stayed on yours as she sank down, her body wrapping around your cock inch by inch. Her mouth fell open, her breath catching in a soft gasp as you filled her.

You groaned... the heat of her, the slick glide, the delicious pressure. Her hands braced on your chest, her thighs firm around your hips as she began to move, slow and fluid, riding you with purpose.

Leon stepped in closer, standing at your side.

Lucie reached for him without looking, her fingers curling around the base of his cock. He was already hard, thick and flushed, and she stroked him slowly as she rode you, her rhythm not faltering, not rushed. Just steady. In control.

"Open for him," she said, her voice low, breathy. "I want to see you take him."

Leon moved closer to your head, his cock brushing your cheek, warm, slick with oil. He didn't press. He waited.

Lucie ground her hips against yours, her body tightening around you.

"Do it," she whispered. "Please... I want to see your mouth on him."

You turned your head, lips parting, and took him in, the weight of him heavy and real, the taste of clean skin and oil sharp on your tongue. Leon groaned above you, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder, the other cupping the side of your face as you began to suck him.

Lucie moaned... high, broken.

"That's it... fuck, that's so hot."

She rode you harder now, her hands sliding down your chest, then bracing on your hips to keep you deep inside her. You felt her clench around you with every thrust.

Leon didn't move much, just shallow rolls of his hips into your mouth, letting you set the pace. He looked down at Lucie, her body rising and falling over yours, and his jaw flexed, clearly struggling to stay composed.

You sucked him deeper, your tongue circling the head, your moans vibrating through him.

Lucie leaned forward, her breasts brushing your chest again.

"I'm gonna come again," she gasped. "With you inside me, and him in your mouth..."

You reached up, grabbed her ass, and thrust up into her as best you could. She cried out, not loud, but raw. You felt her body seize, then flutter around you, spasming as her second orgasm hit, hips jerking, thighs trembling.

Leon pulled back gently from your mouth, cock slick with your spit, and knelt beside the table, stroking himself slowly as he watched Lucie collapse forward, kissing you, panting against your lips.

"That," she breathed, "was perfect."

Part Seven: Release

Lucie stayed wrapped around you, her body twitching with aftershocks, her fingers still lazily stroking your cock where it disappeared into her. Her chest pressed to yours, slick and warm, lips brushing your jaw.

Beside the table, Leon stood, hand stroking, body tense, breath growing shorter by the second.

Lucie turned her head, met his eyes.

"Come here," she murmured.

Leon stepped forward without hesitation, standing at your side, his cock flushed and pulsing in his fist. Lucie didn't stop moving, her hips still rocking, just enough to keep you hard inside her.

She reached for him with her free hand, cupping his balls gently as he groaned.

"Let us see you come," she whispered. "Come for us, Leon."

His groan was low, guttural, the first real loss of control he'd shown all evening.

"Where?" he managed.

Lucie met your eyes.

"On us," she said. "On him."

Leon rose to his knees again, closer now, and you felt Lucie lift herself slightly off your chest, still keeping your cock buried deep inside her. She reached down, stroking you too... short, tight movements with her slick fingers, matching the pulse of your thrusts from earlier.

Leon knelt beside your ribs, hand moving fast now, breath ragged. Then he gasped - spine arching - and came with a hard shudder. Hot ropes spilled across your chest, your stomach, even catching Lucie's hand as she stroked you.

"Yes..." Lucie murmured. "Just like that."

She brought her hand to her lips and slowly licked a drop of Leon's cum from her fingers. Her eyes locked with yours the entire time.

"Both of you," she said softly. "Inside me. On me."

She rocked her hips down again, grinding you deeper inside her, your cock still thick and twitching from the edge.

"I want your cum too."

You grabbed her hips and drove up into her as you came, your body jerking with each pulse. You were still kissing her when the last of it left you, your cock twitching inside her, her fingers sliding over the mess Leon had left on your chest.

You collapsed back against the table, chest heaving, body humming.

Lucie stayed where she was, still connected, her forehead resting against yours.

Leon, silent now, brushed her shoulder with his fingertips.

None of you spoke for a moment.

You didn't need to.

Part Eight: Aftercare

Lucie eventually rose from you with a soft groan, your combined release slipping down the inside of her thigh. She looked down, smiling at the mess, then glanced at you.

"You look wrecked," she teased, brushing sweat-damp hair from your forehead.

You laughed, breathless. "I am wrecked."

Leon stepped back silently, already collecting a clean towel and nodding toward the adjoining room.

"Shower's ready. Warm. Take your time."

Lucie helped you sit up slowly, your legs trembling as you stood. She took your hand and led you through the open door, a small, steamy room with stone tiles, soft white light, and a rainfall shower already cascading hot water.

You stepped in together.

The water hit your skin like balm. Lucie turned you slowly beneath it, rinsing oil, sweat, and cum from your body with careful hands. She kissed your shoulder, your neck, then reached down to clean between her legs... your cum, Leon's, still dripping from her.

"I'll be leaking all night," she said with a crooked grin.

"Good," you murmured.

She turned and let you wash her too, gentle sweeps of your palms over her back, her thighs, her breasts. There was no rush now. Just closeness. Just skin.

Once dry, you returned to the massage room together, wrapped in towels. The lights had been dimmed further. The sheet on the table had been changed. Leon stood to one side, dressed again, quiet but still present.

Lucie looked at him.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Leon gave a small nod.

"You two... are beautiful together."

You stepped up to the table and climbed on, lying on your side. Lucie joined you, curling against your chest. You held her, warm and bare, her leg draped over yours.

Leon draped a fresh blanket over both of you, then dimmed the lights almost to black.

No one said a word.

Outside, the night had begun.

Inside, everything felt still.

Whole.

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