Philippa - Two Plus One

“I’m parked outside on the street.”

“Good evening, my darling, drive to the end and turn left, you’ll come to a gateway, I’ll meet you there.”

The line went dead. He started the engine of the ute, turned on the lights and pulled out. Fifty yards around the corner was a gateway and he pulled up the ramp. The headlights picked out a short but curvaceous figure moving to one side of the gate. There was an impression of long legs and a short dress. The gate slid open and he could see it was her. The long legs were clad in black stockings and what he had taken for a dress looked to be a silk housecoat, belted at the waist and pulled tight, emphasising the curves of her ample breasts.

He drove into the complex and stopped to wait for her. The passenger door opened and she slid in. As she sat down the housecoat rode up, revealing a length of leg and a glimpse of stocking top and suspender. He could feel his anticipation, which had been building all evening as he’d driven toward the city, turning to arousal and hunger. She always had this effect on him. No matter how much he tried to stay away, she’d ring and he’d be at her beck and call. This time it had started with a call.

“Hi, I’ve moved into a new apartment, come and see me, come Saturday night.”

And now was Saturday.

“Good evening, dearest, how are you?”

He leant across to kiss her lips and smelt her intoxicating aroma and a whiff of perfume. Her lips met his briefly, tantalisingly and full of promise.

“Better now you are here. Drive to the end, turn left and then look for a parking space as far down as you can find.”

He put the pick-up into first and edged forward, leaving his hand atop the gear lever. Her hand rested on his, her fingers insinuating their way between his and lifting his hand onto her thigh. There was the feel of lace stocking, the warmth of her hand and an electric tingle up his arm. He caught his breath as his heart rate rose. Turning to the left, they drove slowly past a garden bed of palms and ferns which shaded the drive from the street lights. She slid his hand up her thigh. He felt the warmth of her smooth skin and then, suddenly, as she guided his fingers towards her centre, a touch of moistness through her lace panties.

“Park there, on the right.”

Almost in shock, he snatched his hand away and to the steering wheel. The pick-up swung into the bay, he selected neutral and pulled on the handbrake. He turned to look at her, she was smiling and he raised his finger to his mouth and tasted her.

“Come on, the apartment is over there.”

They stepped out and into the night. It was warm and humid with the scent of jasmine, overwhelming that of the cooling engine. He held a bottle of her favourite red wine in his right hand as she took his left and lead him towards one of the downstairs apartments. He could hear people chatting on balconies, TVs through open windows and the clicking of her heels on the concrete, and was very conscious that one fingertip was still wet as she raised their intertwined fingers to her lips and kissed them. She dropped his hand as they reached the door and produced a key from a pocket.

Inside was long and narrow, a kitchen work surface to the left, a table with wine glasses to the right, then beyond the kitchen, a sofa stretched to the end of the room, facing a large TV. Off to the right was a darkened corridor.

He took all this in with a single glance as he put the wine down on the table. She went to the arm of the sofa, turned to face him and leant back against it. There was no time for conversation, that would come later. He went to her arms and bent to kiss her.

“Oh, Philippa, I’ve missed you.”

“I bet you have,” she replied mockingly.

The top of her head barely reached his shoulder and he stooped to kiss her. The kiss was long and passionate, warm and wet, inviting and arousing. He’d been hard since his touch of her moistness whilst in the ute, but now his cock was pulsing with his heartbeat.

“Oh, Mike, you have missed me,” she crooned as the kiss ended and she dropped one arm to reach between them and caressed the bulge in his jeans.

Mike moved back and reached down to her belt. The silk slipped undone, allowing the robe to fall apart. This revealed a black basque trimmed with red lace with her heavy breasts mounding atop the lace. Below that were black stockings and, the sign of a woman who knows what she wants, the panties worn over the suspender straps. A shudder of excitement rose through him as his hands cupped her breasts. Briefly, his lips brushed hers again and a groan of excitement rose from her throat. Drifting downwards, he placed kisses on her chin, down her neck and then on the top of each breast. Slowly, he went to his knees and lingered to kiss the gap between the basque and top of her panties. Caressingly, his hands slid down the sides of her bodice, almost unwilling to leave those breasts he craved so much. His fingers reached the thin strings at her waist and, taking a gentle hold, he pulled downwards and Philippa parted her legs to let the thin lace of her panties come away from her quim. She stepped out of them as they reached the floor, steadying herself by resting her hands on the top of his head. Mike’s hands rose, tracing the line of her ankles and then trailing his fingernails up the silk-clad legs until he reached, and parted her trimmed bush, revealing her glistening lips. Philippa shivered with anticipation.

“Mike, dearest, what are you doing?” she said, knowing full well, what was coming next.

Kissing gently, his tongue probed forward until it found her clitoris, lingered and then withdrew as his lips moved in to suck. Her hands pressed his face to her, she shuddered, and a cry escaped her lips. Her fingers ran through his long locks as he licked and sucked, her moistness starting to run down his chin. Her cries became groans and he could feel her knees buckling as his hands held her hips. He drank from her and his tongue probed deeper. With a sudden gasp and a shudder she held his head and pulled him upward until he relented, abandoned the delicious taste of her, and stood up. His hands flew to her breasts, reaching inside the lace to seek out her hardened nipples. They kissed, a flurry of passionate kisses which were hard and pressing. Mike could tell she relished the taste of herself in his mouth. He could feel her wrenching his belt undone and unzipping his jeans. Philippa pulled them and his pants down in one swift motion and, dragging herself away from his lips, went to her knees. His cock was beyond hard, the foreskin stretched back and the tip glistening with pre-cum. Taking his balls in one hand and the shaft in another, her mouth enveloped the length. A tremor ran the length of his body as she sucked and then pulled back until the tip sprang from her lips. Playfully she licked the glans, then, tantalisingly, she started a rhythmic sucking, plunging her lips up and down the length. This was almost too much, it had been weeks since their last encounter and Mike could feel the pressure building inside him.

Very shortly he could take no more and gently pushed her head away. In both of them, their passions were raging. They each craved the other and each knew what the other needed. Standing, she shrugged the silk housecoat from her shoulders, turned and leant over the arm of the sofa. Her hand reached back between her legs, grabbed his cock and guided it between her pussy lips. They were both ready and she was more than moist. He slid all the way in with one movement, then started to pull back. Her pussy was warm and welcoming and she had been longing for this moment. Philippa sighed and felt a twinge of disappointment as Mike nearly withdrew but then he started to stroke in and out. She bent over further, pushed back at him and closed her thighs to apply more pressure. Pushing her shoulder straps down her arms, Mike reached around and folded the cups of the basque down to free her ample breasts and grasped them in his hands. Her head came around and she strained to kiss him, her breath was coming in gasps and her hips were pushing back against him.

“Oh Mike, I’m cumming, don’t cum in me, not now …. Please … I’m cumming… aaaahhhh!”

Shuddering, she slumped forward, her hips pressed back. Mike pulled back, trying to comply with her wants but desperately close to cumming himself.

“Philippa, oh good grief, I’m busting to cum…” he said, withdrawing regretfully.

Still trembling as her orgasm rippled through her, she managed to turn over and sink to her knees. Her trembling hands grasped his cock, which was slick with her own moistness, and took him between her lips.

“Oh, Phili, oh! So deep, Oh, I’m cumming…”

With an eruption that felt like he’d never pumped so much, he exploded. Philippa coughed and moved her head back and redirected the following spurts to land in her cleavage. As the last spurt landed, Philippa swallowed loudly and stood up.

“My darling needed that, didn’t he? So much, I almost drowned. Do you want to rub all that over my boobies?”

“Oh, yes,” Mike replied, bending down and seeking her lips with his own.

Her lips opened tentatively, needlessly doubting if she should protect him from the last of his own spunk within, but his tongue pushed in. The kiss was long and lingering as the last of the shudders ran from her body. Meanwhile, Mike’s hands squeezed between them, rubbing and smearing the spunk from her cleavage over the fullness of her breasts.

“Oh, you are so lovely,” he said, as his hands hefted the weight of her breasts and his fingers sought out and tweaked her nipples. “Lovely, so very, very lovely,” as he finished sucking each firm nipple in turn.

Philippa led Mike around to sit beside her on the sofa.

“You do like my boobies don’t you?” she crooned, taking hold of his cock with one hand and reaching in to rub her pussy with the other. “You just suck them while I give us a little rubbing.”

“Oh, Phili, you are gorgeous,” he replied between mouthfuls. As he sucked on her nipples, he felt them harden between his lips, and when he pulled back and blew gently on her moistened areolae, they crinkled and became even more defined. “Wow, oh wow, such magnificent tits. Beautiful lingerie, as always, even more beautiful without. Ah!”

Mike gasped as Philippa squeezed his cock and started to rub it slowly and firmly up and down, with long slow strokes. He looked down and saw that her fingers had parted her lips and were rubbing her moistness in time with her strokes.

“Ooh, my darling, that’s nice, you’re not ready to cum again, are you? I want to cum for you, while you suck my boobies.”

“Slowly then,” said Mike, turning his attention back to sucking a nipple hard and long whilst massaging her tits and wondering at the amount of cleavage.

“Did you like to fuck me and then cum on my boobies, Mike?”

“Did I?” he gasped letting a nipple drop from his mouth as she squeezed his cock hard.

She offered her moist fingers to him and he sucked them with obvious relish.

“I’m very moist, now hold still whilst I have a little cum.”

Still holding onto her breasts, Mike watched as Philippa leant back and then reached down and rubbed her clitoris vigorously. He could feel her grip tighten on his cock and her hips began to writhe.

“Oh, my darling, Mike, oh, darling, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m cumming…”

Philippa shuddered and collapsed forward to rest her head on his shoulder. Mike wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her tightly until the shaking stopped.

“Thank you, my darling, such a good boy, you didn’t cum. Take me to bed.”

“Willingly.” said Mike.

Philippa moved to stand up, but Mike pulled her back.

“Stay, I can do this.”

“What, do what? Oh!”

Pulling her around until she was sitting on his lap, facing him and holding her tight, Mike leant forward and moved to stand up.

“Put your legs around me, my lovely, and hang on.”

Philippa did as he requested, gripping him tight with her arms and legs. She gasped as he stood up.

“Oh, Mike! I’m too heavy, stop.”

“It’s fine, you’re only little.”

“Ha-ha, that’s not what you said about my boobies a minute ago.”

Finally, they reached the bedroom and Mike lowered them onto the bed.

The room was dark, lit only by a bedside lamp that had a red silk scarf draped over it. The air was perfumed with sandalwood smoke from a joss burner on a chest of drawers and the scent of night flowering jasmine drifted through the partially open window. Mike released her and stood up.

“Oh, that was so sexy, my darling, but how would you like someone else? Perhaps someone not so fat as me. I’ve a friend…”

“What?” spluttered Mike, “Wasn’t that good enough? And you’re not fat. Curvaceous, cuddly…”

“Fat!”

“Phili, you are just how I like you. Why would I want anybody else?”

“It was wonderful, my darling, the best, but I was talking to a friend the other day, another lovely Filipina lady. She’s lovely and sexy but hasn’t had a man in her life for years. She’s younger than me, slimmer than me, I thought perhaps I should introduce you and see if you like her. I thought perhaps she could join us.”

Mike was aghast. Laying down on the bed, he turned to her.

“What? A threesome? Aren’t I good for you? Do you want some girl-on-girl now as well?”

“No, my darling, I would never. You are all I need or want, you are the only person I want in my life and in my bed, but this friend of mine, would you meet her and if you like her, would you make love to both of us together? Doesn’t the idea excite you? Two women lusting over your body?”

“No, not really. I can only make love to one at once and I’ve never known you not want to make love again if I could manage it. You were never a once-a-night girl.”

“Oh, I’ve been very silly. I told her that I’d ask you, I was boasting about how you were never exhausted and always wanted it again. I said you really needed two women and she said that she would like to try. Cynthia is very sexy.”

“So why hasn’t she got her own man then, instead of pinching yours?”

“She’s very picky.”

“Philippa, my love. I very much want to make love to you again. I can’t even contemplate making love to someone else, never mind with you watching.”

In the distance, there was a knock at the door