Open House Ch. 17

Tina leans to me and touches her lips to mine, tasting me softly and sensually breathing me in. The pulsations continue as I try to contain my desire, and match the slow sensuous pace of her kisses. I move faster and faster, acting uncontrollably on the pleasure that is being delivered into me until eventually Tina pulls back. I feel the vibrations stop, and we sit together breathing quietly and reorienting with our surroundings--no words needing to be spoken.

Michael returns alone to the table. "Hello again lovely ladies. Brad and Amy went into the club, so I have been told to come and retrieve you both."

I feel a distinct woozy buzz from having completed my second drink and stare intently at Michael's delicious face. Tina notices and surprises me, leaving my side to sit next to Michael. I watch as he welcomes her like his property, wrapping his arm around her waist as she snuggles into him. Tina smiles across the table at me and then tucks her nose into Michael's neck, quietly speaking to him as he tilts his head down to listen. I cannot hear them over the heartbeat of the nightclub, but can see that Michael is eagerly engaged.

Tina looks to me and says, "I've got to excuse myself for a minute. Becca you wait here with Michael." And then she places her phone in front of him with the screen on, and I see him smile as he examines it.

I shake my head at her indicating, no, with an expression of astonishment.

Tina slides back to me and whispers in my ear, "With me, or with whomever I choose. Remember?"

My mind races as I consider the situation. My brain has been flooded by alcohol and the chemicals of pleasure and I feel like mush in her hands. "Yes, Tina." I say, recalling her past corrections.

"Good girl." she whispers and then as she slips away, "I'm going to watch."

Michael looks at me from across the table, then looks down again at Tina's phone. Without speaking, he moves to sit next to me. It's closer than I would normally allow, and I think how we are now together like a mysterious couple in the shadowy recess of the lounge. "You stunned me when we came in tonight. I think you're incredibly hot."

"Thank you. I noticed you as well." I say timidly, feeling the warmth of his body where our waists and thighs touch.

He looks into my eyes and I look back, engaging with him as instructed. He kindly looks away, allowing me to search his face. He has a strong jaw and wavy, well-kept hair, that forms thick curls atop his head. He gestures with the phone and I can see that there is an app visible with large graphical buttons. "I must tell you that I really want to press that button. But I also desperately want to please you. So... I won't... if you stop me." Michael says close to me in a deep warm voice.

I continue staring into his soft steamy eyes, already incredibly aroused and now conflicted by the questions racing through my mind. I cannot decide what to do, so I do nothing but gaze at him.

Michael presses the button.

Instantly I'm violated again with a wave of pulses penetrating into me. I lurch at the feeling, squeezing my thighs together. My eyes roll back into my head as I lean my head back and lose all control.

Michael places his arm around me and pulls me close, keeping the pulses constant.

I lean into him, placing one hand on his thigh to brace myself.

Michael increases the intensity of the vibrations past what I have felt so far, causing me to press against him, pushing myself back into the seat. I open my eyes and in the distance see the dark unmistakable silhouette of Tina, leaning on a pub table staring back at me. "Unghhhh!" I exclaim, emitting an uncontrolled release of pleasure.

Michael is overcome with arousal watching me, and leans his open mouth close to mine.

I am completely consumed by the dizzying effects of drinking and direct stimulation, but most of all by Tina's gaze. I have an immense desire in this moment to please her and turn hard into Michael, sucking him onto me.

Michael presses hard onto my lips and I feel his large hand move onto the inside of my thigh.

We make out for several minutes it seems, my kisses growing more sloppy and wet. Michael presses his tongue into me, taking me with powerful artistry. My head swirls with erotic euphoria, but the unrelenting vibrations push me to a point of breaking.

"Please!... ungh... Please, stop it." I force out, struggling to communicate. I feel the vibrations end and am able to relax my body, finally. I open my eyes again and now see Tina standing just behind the sofa in front of me, her hands resting on the back in a commanding position.

Michael is oblivious. He brings his face back close to mine, but does not press onto me and instead, tickling my ear with his warm breath, says "Oh my god, that is so fucking hot." He slides his hand up my thigh to my pussy and--feeling my wet panties--gently applies pressure, causing me to writhe in his hand.

I make direct eye contact with Tina, searching for direction, but she stands motionless. I interpret this itself as an instruction. It means, carry on. I did not say stop. I am watching. And so I turn to Michael again and dive into his lips, kissing him deeply. Michael again pushes his tongue into me and I sink into his control, allowing him to explore me. I see Tina in my mind watching as I feel Michael's hand leave my thighs and move up my stomach to my breasts.

He encounters my diamond hard nipple and happily discovers that I did not wear a bra. I feel his large rough hand take my breast, firmly caressing it as he pushes me farther with his seduction.

"Ahem," I hear firmly from Tina, as she clears her throat to get our attention.

Michael slowly releases his pressure on me and contently slides back into his gentlemanly smoldering posture.

I breathe harshly, attempting to calm myself, but I'm elated and in no rush.

"I'd kind of like to save some of her for later if you don't mind."

"Sorry, Tina. You know I'm available whenever you need me." Michael replies to Tina. Then he looks at me and smiles kindly, making sure I'm okay.

I love it and smile widely back at him as I breathe out an exhale of contentment.

"I'm gonna go catch up with the others. Are you guys coming?"

"Momentarily," Tina replies.

Michael nods in the affirmative with a knowing tight-lipped smile and strolls away.

Tina sits beside me and snuggles close. "That was such a good girl. I'm really surprised, and also incredibly fucking turned on right now."

I can only smile through my breaths as our noses touch.

"I want to reward you for being good. What would make you happy right now?"

I close my eyes and think for a second, breathing calmly with satisfaction. "Your attention," I reply.

Tina smiles. Then touches her lips to mine and softly kisses me. Tina's hand moves over my stomach, up my shirt and onto my exposed breast. She delicately takes my nipple between her fingers and gently tugs, electrifying my breasts with sensitivity. She whispers between soft kisses, "Come with me."

"Oh gosh, Tina. I don't think I can dance right now," I plead.

"We're not going to the club, silly. I have a room."