Mr Wade: Story 114

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Girls in the Wood - Chapter 3

I knew that Kathy and Janet would have trouble finding the cabin, and had made arrangements for them to stop at the nearest country store and call upon their arrival. The man who ran the store was a long time acquaintance, and had been very helpful in checking on the cabin for me from time to time to make sure everything was alright. I bought most of my supplies from him as well, and while he may have wondered about all the rope and chain that I bought, he never made any comment about it.

When I entered the store to greet the two girls I had to wonder what my friend the store-keeper thought of them. They made a really lovely couple, both of them dressed in their cut-off jeans, their nipples showing teasingly through the thin material of their tops. I knew both of them well enough to know that they had purposely dressed as they were dressed and that they had been admired many times along their journey. At this point I could only wonder if they had stopped along the way to relieve the passion that I was sure must have been building up inside them. I would know when I kissed them, of course, as I would taste the juices that would linger from their loving.

The kisses the girls gave me brought a look of amusement to my store owner friend's face as he watched the way they pressed their bodies to mine and kissed me lingeringly. Sandra, Cindy and I had stopped by there on the way to pick up some forgotten items, so I know he was at a minimum intrigued by what he was witnessing. He walked outside the store with us as we left, and as I drove away I watched with amusement as I saw him shaking his head slowly from side to side in wonder.

There had been no taste of pussy in either kiss, and as I checked the rear-view mirror to make sure that Janet was keeping up with us, I took Kathy's hand in mine and raised it to my face. I smelled her fingers, searching for a trace of pussy smell. She grinned broadly at me and offered her other hand when I was done with the first one. Bingo. I knew it would have been unusual for them to be able to drive such a distance without at least fingering each other a bit.

"Happy now, Master?", she asked, smiling at me.

I smiled back, kissing her fingers. "Yes, darling little piece, happy and very glad that you're here. I've wanted this very much, you know."

"Yes, Master, I know. And I've wanted it too. I've wanted it much longer than I could admit." She paused, crossing her legs. "She's a hot little number, you know?"

"Yes, I know. You could tell from the start, couldn't you?"

"Yes, I knew almost the minute we met that she wanted me. You said she was like that, but I didn't really think it would be so obvious. She kept a hand on me all the way. I guess it's a good thing she was driving. Wait until you smell HER fingers!"

I laughed softly. Janet couldn't help it. She had tried for years, really, denying to herself that she had any interest in women. It was hard enough for her to control her interest in men sometimes. She was afraid of having a whole other set of desires to have to struggle with constantly.

"She didn't lick the juice off? I would have thought..."

"Ooops, you're right. I'd forgotten about that. You may not be able to smell anything on her fingers. And if you do, it will probably be her that you smell. I would be willing to bet she has her hand in her pants at this very moment."

I glanced in the rearview mirror again and almost laughed out loud as I watched Janet stray a bit over the solid line in the middle of the road.

"I think you're right, sweetie," I chuckled. "But we wouldn't want her to be any other way, would we?"

"Nope! Certainly not this week, for sure!" Kathy laid her head on my shoulder and rubbed the inside of my thigh with her hand. She was a delightful mixture of innocence and pure sex, and it was often difficult to know for sure which you were sensing from her they were so closely intertwined. I had underestimated the depth of her hungers at first, finding it difficult to believe that she was capable of being as naughty as she was. I was thrilled to be wrong.

Janet, who now seemed to be a bit more capable of keeping the car in the road behind us, was six years Kathy's junior. Her youth, and Cindi's, who was four years younger than Janet, fifteen years younger than Sandra, was exciting to me, and I enjoyed having the two younger girls and the two older girls mixed and matched as I did. There were lots of combinations and permutations to consider for the week that lay ahead of us, and it was a treat to have the two girls in their twenties, and the two girls in their thirties, to work with in so many delightful ways.

When we drove up at the cabin, Sandra and Cindi came running out to meet us. I was really pleased at the eager reception they gave this other couple. They had known each other over the computer lines, but had never met before in person. In addition to all the possible opportunities for pleasure in such a combination of girls, there was also the potential for problems, and I was pleased to see them all putting for so much effort to make it all go smoothly.

This little spot that had once been so remarkable for its quiet, now became filled with the giggling and excited voices of the precious women who were my guests for the week. I didn't even try to be a part of their conversation, and simply allowed them to enjoy being together. There would be plenty of time for me to say the things I needed to say to them, plenty of time for me to say the things they hungered to hear.

Continued in Chapter Four

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