Tales from an Unknown Corner

CHAPTER – 42: Intimate Moments and Snapshots

The movie was good; I enjoyed it, and Dana seemed to like it as well. She had seen it before, but now only remembered parts of it. On the other hand, parts of the story made me a bit uneasy. Perhaps, because it reminded me what I thought of as my curse, the Methuselah syndrome, going through life as an empty shell of a man, losing the one I loved, and keep remembering her. I could certainly identify with the main character’s pain and loneliness, but the Dana’s presence had a calming effect. My thoughts visited darker parts of my past and I had lots of questions, but they didn’t last too long. While we were watching the lovemaking scene, we began to caress each other, and let the scene build our passions slowly. A short while later the movie was over. Turning off the TV, Dana pushed me down the length of the couch, and lay on top of me. We kept on touching and caressing each other. I removed her shirt, and she decided I had too many clothes on. When I told her I wanted to take a shower, she responded with “later.”

She put on some music and took off her panties, while I took off my clothes. She spread the towel, laid down, and pulled me between her legs. For a long time we made out like teenagers on the couch. Eventually she put one foot up on the back of the couch, and pulled her other knee to her chest, spreading her legs as much as possible, urging me to take her. Once I was inside her, I savored the feeling of her tight and hot channel, while she started massaging my shaft with her educated vaginal muscles. We stayed connected to each other like that without moving. As she kept massaging me, I responded by throbbing in her. Then, I hooked my hand under her knee, and supporting my weight on my arms, I began to stroke in and out at a slow pace. Each time I thrust in and hit her clitoral hood, she grunted. She kept on whispering endearments, and ran her hands along my arms to my shoulders.

Slowly we moved to the final stretch. As she kept her internal massaging, I found it more and more difficult to control my pace. I didn’t want to come before she did, so taking one more stroke I stopped. However, she kept massaging me, and when I warned her I was very close, she just smiled, and continued with her ministrations. Since she wasn’t going to let up, I resumed stroking, hoping to bring her up with hard strokes, and she kept running her hands on my chest and shoulders. When I felt the boiling in my balls, I increased the pace and strength of my thrusts, and she moved her ankle on to my shoulder, which tilted her hips, opening herself to me, allowing me to penetrate her deeper. A few more strokes later, I reached the point of no return. I felt the heat travel along my shaft and spurted in her depths. I stroked a few more times at a slower pace, lost in the pleasure, forgetting about pleasuring her. As I pumped the last of my seed, she reached between our bodies, and stimulated her clitoris. Realizing she didn’t come yet, I kept moving inside her, before I lost my hardness completely. She must have been close, too, because a few seconds later I felt her channel fluttering around my shaft. I released her leg, and she pulled my head down for a long kiss, our tongues teasing and dueling with each other. I lowered my upper body, and nuzzled her neck. It had been almost a replay of our very first time.

“I wanted you to come, but it was so good, I just cou—”

“Mitch, I enjoyed it, and if you remember I worked you up.”

Having no response to that, I said, “I missed you,” and received a loving look.

We kissed again, and cupping my face in her hands, she gazed into my eyes. With a mischievous look, she said, “This was just an appetizer. I’m going to fuck you to death.”

When I smiled at her words, she smirked, and said, “It wasn’t a tease or a joke. It was a promise.”

Before I could answer, she locked her lips again, giving me a soul kiss. I wasn’t sure if we remembered to breathe while we were kissing; it was very long, and left me light headed. When my eyes found hers, I saw that her pupils were dilated in the low light, and they were darkened with her arousal. She really was going to fuck me to death. Then and there, I made up my mind to pull out all the stops to pleasure her, and started by kissing her.

For the next half hour, I worked her up, making love to her with my tongue and lips, worshipping her body. When I moved down to her belly, I had left her tits swollen and hard, as if they were going to burst, and her nipples looked like delicate porcelain pieces that would crack at the slightest touch. Each time my fingers caressed her tits and nipples, she gave soft screams as if she was hurting. When my tongue made contact with her slit, she arched, then raised her hips, almost needy for some kind of stimulation, and I didn’t let her wait. Initially there was a bit of our mixed juices, but most of it had drained out of her while I had been busy with her tits. The taste changed quickly to the tangy sweet flavor of her natural oils. As I kept working her pussy, I moved one hand down, to spread her lips, and inserted a finger. In short order, I followed it with another finger, pumping them in and out slowly, stirring her insides, while my tongue teased her clitoral hood. Curling my fingers, I looked for her G-spot. When I located it her hips lurched and she let out a long whine. Her hands clutched my head, and pulled me tight against her pussy, while her hips kept rolling. I was in an uncomfortable position, but her responses to what I was doing to her kept me going. As I massaged her G-spot, and teased her clitoris, she came, her hips shaking and rolling, her belly trembling with the strength of her orgasm. A few seconds later, she tried to push my head away, but I was relentless. I stopped my attention to her clitoris, but kept licking her inner lips, and my fingers kept massaging her G-spot.

Slowly her hands relaxed their hold on my head. Perhaps she was tired, but she kept wriggling her hips. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to escape my attentions or seeking for more stimulation. I could hear she was trying to say something between gasps, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I pressed my tongue to her clitoral hood to stimulate her clitoris indirectly, while I kept rubbing her G-spot, and her body tensed again. She let out another long moan which ended up with a soft scream. Her hips lurched up again, and this time the trembling of her belly was even stronger. From her pants and gasps, I realized she was having difficulty breathing. Slowly I eased my attentions, feeling her snug channel grip my fingers, and flutter around them, trying to suck them inside her. Ceasing my attention to her G-spot, I stroked my fingers in and out, slowly, letting her channel squeeze and release them. She let out a low moan, and pressed her hips down, as if wanting more of my fingers.

After her first orgasm, I was hard, so before her second orgasm tapered down I moved up along her body, kissing her belly, then her tits. I wanted to be inside her when she was still hot. I nudged the lips of her pussy with the tip of my cock, and slowly entered her. She arched up against my chest, feeling me moving inside her, and let out another moan. I kept thrusting at a slow pace, to let her collect herself, but not letting her come down too much from her orgasm. In a matter of minutes, she managed to catch her breath, and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Fuck me... fuck me, Mitch,” she moaned.

When she managed to gather herself more, she took hold of my hand, and licked my finger that had been inside her, making me throb inside her slick and juicy channel. We kissed again, and she tasted herself on my lips, as I tasted her.

“Harder, Mitch... more... faster...” she whispered, while throwing her hips against me, moving together with me.

I lowered my body, and kept moving against her, rubbing my chest against her tits, and she screamed softly.

“Ah... it hurts... it hurts good...”

I realized her tits, but especially her nipples were too sensitive. When I raised my upper body, she clutched me, and pulled me back down on her. Her nipples were diamond hard as they rubbed against my chest. I kept thrusting into her, and my chest kept coming down harder on her tits, making her yelp and scream softly with the stimulation. She sounded as if she was in both pain and pleasure. Of course, all that stimulation moved us faster to completion. Neither of us could keep it up longer or wanted to keep it up longer. She tried to take a deep breath, but froze in the middle of it; her body arched, and explosively she let out a moan. Just as I was pulling out of her for another stroke, the walls of her channel collapsed around my shaft. I barely managed to complete my out-stroke when the suction became too much, drawing my seed. Quickly I plunged inside her again, and let go with a cry, spilling my seed in her depths. As her channel went crazy around my shaft, grabbing and pulling at it, it sucked the rest of my load with an intensity I hadn’t felt for a long time. I felt drained and very tired with the strength of my orgasm, the sensations created by her pussy overwhelming me. Although I could support myself on my arms, it was a strain, and I wanted to feel her body. With an effort, I slipped my hands under her shoulders. I took my weight on my elbows, putting part of my weight on her. She gave a soft scream as my chest pressed down on her tits that felt somewhat swollen and firmer than before. Still breathless and feeling weak with the effort, I tried to push myself up, but she clutched me, weakly. It was enough to let me know what she wanted, so I let part of my weight on her, too tired to argue or fight with her.

During the next several minutes, all I could hear was our breathing and the beat of my heart which was slowly returning to normal. I nuzzled and kissed her neck, causing little shivers course through her body. Finally, I managed to raise my head, and checked how she was doing. Sensing my eyes on her, she opened her eyes, and gave a soft look. Experimentally I rubbed my chest against her tits; her eyes closed, squeezed tight, and she let out a mixture of a sigh and a moan. Then her lips curled into a small smile, and she licked her lips to wet them. Lowering my lips to hers, I trapped and nipped at her tongue, before we commenced a short duel. She was still short of breath. I wanted to roll us to a more comfortable position, to let her catch her breath, but without her cooperation, it was an impossible maneuver.

“Dana, can you help me? Let’s move a bit and cuddle.” I said.

“No. I don’t want to. This is good.”

“You’re hurting, and it’s uncomfortable.”

“I don’t care. It’s not going to kill me. I like this.”

“You’re a very stubborn woman,” I said.

“Mmm hmm.”

Giving up, I rested my chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck, and kissing her, and she responded by wriggling beneath me. Her hips were still moving slowly, and I could feel the involuntary twitches of her belly. She released her hold on me, and moved her hands down, to cup by bottom, and tried to pull me against her. I tried to move inside her with my semi hard cock, careful not to slip out of her, and she cooed her appreciation.

“Oh, God! This was good... sooo good...” she whispered.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Put more of your weight,” she said. When I didn’t respond, she insisted, “Please. My tits hurt, but they hurt good.”

So I acquiesced to her demand and let more of my weight on her.

“Your tits feel swollen, and your nipples are so hard,” I said, as I rubbed my chest against her tits.

“They feel like they would burst open,” she replied, before letting out another low moan, and I felt her inner muscles twitch a few times around my shaft in response to the slight pain-pleasure feeling she was getting from the stimulation. “Yessss!... like that...” she hissed with the sensation of what she was feeling.

Slowly we came down, but we kept moving against each other, trying to savor the afterglow. Eventually we stopped, and held each other. For how long we stayed like that I don’t know, but we were both feeling great. Physically, it had been a mind-blowing experience, but now, the emotional side was catching up with us, as we kept touching each other, and whispered sweet little things. Dana was still not inclined to change position, but when I suggested she could be on top, she finally agreed. Unfortunately we had to uncouple, but when she settled on my body, everything was all right.

“I love you, Mitch,” she whispered, after a while.

“I love you, too, Dana. I love you very much.”

After that we were quiet. She put her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her. The release of endorphins, the tiredness, and the shared warmth of our bodies conspired against us, and we fell asleep.

* * * * *

I woke up to Dana’s stirring. For a moment, I was confused and disoriented, trying to remember where I was. I heard some whispering, and that woke me up completely. In the low light, I saw Sarah standing by the couch. From the looks of it, she was trying to cover us with a sheet. Then I caught parts of their talk; I realized Dana had wakened up when Sarah was trying to cover us. Both girls noticed I was awake, and smiled at me.

“He’s awake. Better get into bed,” Sarah said.

“Yes, we better. But I need to cleanup,” Dana replied with a tired and sleepy voice.

“Neither of you are in any condition to take a shower or cleanup. Come on. Let’s get you in the bed,” Sarah insisted.

I certainly wasn’t in any condition to take a shower, but I could sense Dana’s hesitance. Being in the same bed with Sarah, smelling of sex...

Realizing Dana’s reluctance, Sarah leaned down to kiss her, and whispered, “We’re both women, Dana. It’s your bed, and I don’t mind it. Please?”

When Dana didn’t respond, she said, “If it will make you feel better, I can get you a warm wash cloth. Please, just go to bed.”

“You’re a dear, Sarah. Thank you.”

Sarah helped Dana to her feet, and looked at me questioningly. I waved her away indicating I would be there, so she took Dana to the bedroom. After resting a few seconds, I sat up, and then got to my feet. Collecting the towel, I went to the bathroom. Sitting on the side of the tub, I washed a little bit, mostly to clean my genitals. Sarah returned to the bathroom with the washcloth, and helped me clean up and dry, playfully sucking me. My cock was dead to the world, even though her mouth felt very good. Unfortunately, after the draining experience with Dana, nothing could have raised it. Worse, the new stimulation was a bit overwhelming, and my legs started to shake. Seeing my response Sarah stopped her ministrations, stood up, and kissed me. I had forgotten, I had not washed my face, and she got a taste of Dana, but she still kept kissing and licking me. I was too tired to object or respond in any other way, and since she seemed to be enjoying herself, I let her.

“Mmmm... she tastes delicious,” she quipped. “Come on, let’s get to bed. You both look like you tried to fuck each other to death.”

I gave a tired smile at her quip, and that was answer enough.

“Good. Both of you needed that,” she said empathetically.

I tried to pull her tight against me in the way of a reply, but it was a feeble attempt, yet she understood, and smiled, before putting her arm around my waist and guided us to the bedroom. I heard her mumble something about “a wounded soldier” and “home,” but I was just too tired to make any conversation. Back in the bedroom, I got under the sheets, and rolling to my side I cuddled to Dana who was already asleep. After turning off the light, Sarah got in the bed. The last thing I remembered was Sarah spooning behind my back.

* * * * *

I woke up early, still sandwiched between the two girls, with my bladder crying out for urgent relief. I didn’t want to wake them up, but I needed to answer the call of the nature. Patiently I tried to slither between their warm bodies, down the bed. Sarah stirred, disturbed by my efforts, but she didn’t wake up. Over several minutes, I managed to slide down the bed, under the sheets and the blanket, and finally got out of the bed. After depositing the wine and other drinks from last night, I washed last nights’ activities properly, and brushed my teeth, trying to keep the noise level down.

Yesterday had been a tiring day, even though I hadn’t noticed it. The early morning rush to the airport after a short night’s sleep, and more rush during the day, the short work out, the drive, and finally the great sex last night, had all conspired against me, leaving me exhausted. Now, looking at the mirror, I was expecting to see a tired looking face, but I was pleasantly surprised to see a well-rested face. I had had a good sleep, and felt great, but I knew I could sleep another hour or two.

Perhaps, I’m switching to vacation mode!

Instead of returning to the bedroom, I went to the spare bedroom to put on boxer shorts, and a wool shirt, then went to the living room, looking for my clothes. I collected my clothes and also Dana’s shirt and panties. I dropped my clothes by my suitcase in the spare bedroom, and Dana’s stuff in her bedroom before going back to the living room. The clock on the stereo said it was just past eight, still early. The sun was out, bathing the living room softly through the little gap between the curtains. I pulled them open to let more light in, and sat down on the carpeted floor, crossing my legs. In the distance, I could hear the muffled sounds of airplanes landing and taking off from the nearby airport. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and listened to the distant and nearby sounds, letting my mind roam.

Slowly, images from last night began to trickle in... making love with Dana on the couch, how we moved against each other, how our bodies responded to each other, and the endearments we whispered... I could still hear her voice urging me to fuck her. And later, how she said she loved me, the words warming my insides once again.

And dear Sarah. Lovely girl. How she took care of us...

I was thinking of preparing breakfast, and serving the girls, but decided to go back to bed. I wanted to catch some more sleep, and also let the girls rest as well. Sarah had had a long day last night, and Dana must have been tired too. I went back to the bedroom. During my absence both girls had moved. Now, they were on their sides, facing each other, snuggling. Sarah’s head was between Dana’s cleavage, and the covers barely hid the fact that her arm was resting on Dana’s hip. Dana had an arm around Sarah’s back, holding her in a half embrace. From the position of their bodies, I surmised they must have been looking for warmth, perhaps feeling cold after I had vacated my spot. They looked lovely, like two sisters sharing the same bed. For several minutes, I just stood there, watching them, taking in the beautiful sight and burning it in my memory. I was going to spoon behind Sarah, the only available spot on the bed for me, when another thought occurred to me.

I wanted to take their pictures. At first, I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea, but in the end, I decided to do it. If either of them objected, I would take out the roll of film and destroy it. I went to the spare bedroom, and dug out my cameras. I had an old, 35 mm Zenit TTL—a Russian made camera—that Dad had given me for my 15th birthday when he realized my interest in photography, and a Nikon that I had bought two years ago, when I was traveling in Europe after attending a short seminar. I loaded the Zenit with a fast 400 ASA B&W film, and the Nikon with a 200 ASA color film, and went back to the bedroom. Using both cameras I checked the light level, and seeing it wasn’t enough to get a decent exposure for the color film, I opened the curtains a bit more, letting in more light on the bed. Another check, and there was enough light for both types of film. I took several shots with both cameras from different angles. Some were body shots, hiding their faces in the shadows, and some were close ups of their faces and upper bodies. I also took individual pictures of each girl as well.

I was going to put the cameras back, when I decided to get adventurous. The sheet and the blanket was covering most of the upper part of their bodies, coming up just above their tits. I decided to pull the sheet down a bit to expose some skin. I wasn’t sure if it was wrong of me to do something like that, but I knew it was a good opportunity to get some beautiful pictures. There was something very innocent, and beautiful about the way both girls were sleeping, like two sisters, but also a definite eroticism in that innocence. Perhaps, because it was all natural, unpretentious, and not posed like some magazine shots.

I pulled the sheet down carefully to somewhere around their waists, and quickly took several shots of how they snuggled to each other. A few shots caught parts of their tits and nipples, but I tried to find angles that left those details in the shadows, barely discernible, or blocked by part of an elbow or an arm. I didn’t want pornographic pictures, but something that would tease or suggest, and work the imagination of the viewer to fill-in the parts hidden from the sight. Satisfied with the pictures, I took the cameras back to the spare bedroom.

Returning to the master bedroom, I took off my shirt, and carefully got in the bed, spooning with Sarah. Feeling my cold body she moved away from me, snuggling closer to Dana, and I pulled back to wait until my body warmed up. Then, I molded myself against her. I fell asleep while thinking about how to tell them what I did.

* * * * *

Not so quiet giggles and stirring of a warm body woke me up, but woke up I did, feeling the gentle caress of a hand on my chest. I was on my back, rolled away from Sarah. Turning to my side, I saw the girls watching me with amusement in their eyes.

“Good morning, handsome,” they chorused.

After a yawn, which I quickly hid behind my hand, slightly embarrassed, I responded in a similar fashion. “Morning beauties.”

Sarah was on her back, her head turned in my direction, while Dana was propped up on her elbow, watching both of us, with her other hand resting on Sarah’s belly. From the looks of them, they had been awake for sometime, watching me, while having a quiet chat. I stretched lazily, the popping and cracking sounds easily discernible in the quiet of the room. After another yawn, I kissed Sarah, then Dana who facilitated by leaning over Sarah, before I fell back.

“You were out of the bed?” Sarah said.

“Yeah. Too many drinks last night.”

Dana smiled, then leaning down to Sarah, she kissed her on the lips, before saying, “You two rest. I’ll get the coffee running.”

As she got out of the bed, she felt Sarah’s eyes on her and turned questioningly. Sarah was coloring up as if embarrassed, and to put her ease, Dana leaned and caressed her, asking, “What is it, honey?”

“Umm. I... Do you have a spare... towel?” Sarah asked, eventually.

Caressing Sarah’s hair, and cheeks, Dana said, “Don’t worry about it, Sarah.”

Sarah colored up more, before pulling herself together. “I... I usually get too wet,” she stammered, very much embarrassed with her confession.

“It’s all right, honey. We’re what we are. I’ll get you something,” Dana responded gently, before kissing her. She went to her wardrobe, slid the door open, and took out a towel from one of the shelves, and put it on the foot of the bed. Seeing her shirt and panties by the side of the bed, she put them on, and flashing a smile to both of us she left the room.

Since Sarah asked for a towel, I realized she wanted to make love. I was wondering if we had time, because Dana said she was going to put on the coffee. But first, I needed to put Sarah at ease, after hearing the embarrassment in her voice when talking to Dana. Rolling on my side, I pulled her to me, and discovered that she was all right. Dana had managed to calm her down with her responses. We had a quiet talk, while touching and caressing each other, slowly building up to the main event. Sarah confessed that Dana had insisted Sarah and I should have some fun while I was still asleep—and like me, Sarah suspected it might have something to do with last night.

Sarah’s eyes were still sleepy, and puffy, and her hair was tousled, but she looked beautiful. For some reason, I always loved the way a woman looked early in the morning when she woke up, especially a few of the girls I had known. Perhaps, because it was their natural look, unreserved, not hidden by make up or other things, revealing them more. Although most women had this problem of being seen like that, not many should have any concerns, well, not from where I was standing. What’s more, Sarah and Dana were both beautiful, coming by it naturally with their inner beauty, and I guess that reflected in their outer beauty as well.

Sarah decided to move things along, and after spreading the towel, she positioned me under her, and we made love. It was unhurried, and gentle, until her eyes caught us in the mirrors of the wardrobe. For a few seconds she froze, looking at the image of us, then resumed her movements, continuing to watch us on the mirrors. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and tighter. I realized she was turned on by the experience. I stopped her, and when I had her attention fully, I suggested repositioning ourselves along the width of the bed so that she would be facing the mirrors. At first she colored up, but sensing that I was turned on by her reaction to watching us, she quickly got over her initial embarrassment. After repositioning ourselves with my head towards the mirrors, she straddled me and resumed her slow up and down movements. Initially we kept eye contact, but eventually she started to watch us on the mirrors, only to be interrupted by short breaks to share a kiss. When I pulled her down, urging her to lower her upper body, she hunched over my torso, supporting her weight on her arms. That put her tits easily accessible to my lips and tongue which I took quick advantage of. As I suckled her nipples, her head shot up with a moan, before she again began to watch the action in the mirrors. The contractions of her pussy were getting more and more frequent, and as I nibbled and softly bit her nipples, she froze arching her back, and let out a long moan. Then her pussy grabbed me all along my length, before it started its palpitations. As she was coming down from her climax, she buried her face on my shoulder to stifle her moans. I kept moving inside her, letting her come down slowly.

When she collected herself, I positioned us sitting at the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor and Sarah on my lap, her back resting against my chest. Now, we could both watch the action, facing the mirrors comfortably; I was curious as well. As she started to move up and down, we were looking at the junction between her legs, where we were connected. I could see her pussy lips trying to hold onto my length as she moved up, and then folding and almost being tucked inside, pushed by the shaft as she moved down. I moved my hand to spread her lips. At that image, her breath caught in her throat before she let it out explosively in a groan. Then I captured the clitoral hood between my fingers, started milking it. She shivered; her eyes closed and she let out another deep moan. In a few minutes, we were on the final stretch, and as she felt me throbbing in urgency, her eyes opened to watch us again. I slowed down, and she changed to a rocking motion to meet my strokes. I felt the tickling in my balls which built up quickly, tightening up, and getting ready to unload. She must have felt how my cock swelled inside her, because she slowed down her rocking motion more, bringing me up slowly, her eyes riveted on our union. Then the dam burst. I felt the heat travel along my shaft, before I exploded in her depths. I could see the contraction of the shaft exposed just above my balls accompanied by the each burst of my seed. Sarah’s soft moan told me she was watching the same thing, and feeling me spurt inside her at the same time. Then, her back arched and her moan turned into a soft scream, as her channel started to flutter around me. Quickly she grabbed my hands and brought them to her tits. Taking the hint, I gently kneaded her tits, while pinching her nipples between my fingers. I saw her belly contract on the mirrors, as she trembled and shook caught in her climax; her eyes squeezed shut, her lips tightened, panting and gasping for breath, letting out little mewls when a particularly strong tremor hit. It was a sight to behold. When it was over, I gathered her in my arms, moved us along the bed, and laying down, I pulled her with me. Coordinating our moves, we moved into a sideways cuddle, with me spooning behind her. We watched each other in the mirror, as I ran my hand over her tits, belly, and pussy. I could see our mixed juices between her folds and around my shaft, and when my softened cock slipped out, it was followed by a spillage of more fluids. We cuddled for some time, until Sarah extricated herself, and cleaned us with the towel. Putting a pillow behind our backs we sat up, and Sarah snuggled to me. She had the towel tucked under her ass to prevent soaking the bed with more spillage.

“So, you like watching?” I quipped, getting a shy smile and a nod. “I could tell. You got real wet and tight.”

“I... I didn’t know it would be so exciting. I mean... I told you I saw you two before and it was exciting, but I was more captured by the beauty of the scene. I never thought I could get excited by watching myself like that.”

“Maybe you should consider putting a ceiling mirror over your bed,” I quipped, stroking her voyeuristic side.

I got the desired response, as her eyes took on that strange hue, but my quip also earned me an elbow. “Behave. You’re getting very naughty.”

“Heeyyy! Look who’s talking? I wasn’t the one who was—”

“Oh, really? You positioned us so we both could watch,” she responded.

“True enough, but I was just curious after your reaction,” I replied nonchalantly, but she wasn’t buying it.

“Riiiight! I wasn’t born yesterday, Mitch,” she said, indignantly. She seemed a bit embarrassed by the whole experience, but especially how turned on she got by it.

“Sarah, love. If you enjoyed it why are you so concerned? It was a turn on for me too. I enjoyed seeing how much you got turned on by it. Then watching us like that... It was something. But you know, I always watch you when we’re making love, and the view is much better up close and personal,” I said, trying to reassure her.

That earned me a smile, and with a resigned sigh, she said, “I guess I’m surprised with myself... to discover that I have a voyeuristic streak. I don’t know why I feel embarrassed. You know, the ceiling mirror idea wasn’t bad at all, but I don’t know if I would dare do something like that. It’s just so... umm... obvious... I mean, it shouts ‘I enjoy watching!’ If somebody saw my bedroom, they would know why it’s there.”

“Yeah, I could see how that might be a problem, but the pleasure and enjoyment you would get from it is another thing. I know I would be very much tempted to do something like that when I finally settle down and buy my own place. The only problem would be the women. I’m not sure how many would care to make love under a mirror,” I quipped.

“Now, you know one that would give it a try,” she retorted, making me laugh. “Or you could rent the room to me,” she suggested drawing another laugh.

“You might consider long and wide mirrors on the doors of your wardrobe, something similar like what Dana has here. They do almost the same job, and nobody would think twice,” I offered.

“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Sarah returned.

“And that brings to mind... I wonder if Dana—” I continued as if I hadn’t heard her.

She got my meaning immediately, and cut me off, admonishing me sternly. “Now, behave! You’re getting way out of hand, Mitch; real bad. Where did you—”

I cut her off. “Where do you think?”

She responded with a playful slap, and when I looked like I would keep on continuing along the same vein, she slapped my arm again, warning me. Then, she locked her lips to mine, not to give me another chance to speak up. I was happy with the kiss, so we exchanged some more bodily fluids, and invited each other to a duel. Lack of air forced us to cut the duel short, but from how it went, I didn’t doubt it would have ended in a draw.

We could hear soft music drifting from the living room, but feeling lazy after the exciting sex, we were not inclined to move out of the bed to get a cup of coffee. Just then we heard Dana coming down the hallway. Peeking in to check on us, she saw us sitting and asked if we wanted to have some coffee. We nodded, and made a move to get out of the bed, but she waved us back, telling us she would bring it in. While she was away, Sarah moved to the edge of the bed, pulling me to the middle, to make some space for Dana on my side. Dana came in carrying a tray with cups of coffee. After passing the cups, she sat at the foot of the bed crossing her legs, facing both of us. Briefly, my eyes drifted to between her legs, before I realized what I was doing, even though she had a panty on.

Jeez! I’m really turning into a first class lecher! I just had sex.

I knew she noticed it, and even Sarah. Considering Sarah was sitting with a towel between her legs, and my cock laying against my thigh dead to the world, I guess there wasn’t any reason why Dana shouldn’t have sat as she did. Just right that moment I realized something that shook me up; not only I had been acting like a lecher, but I hadn’t even tried to cover myself... and this, after I had had sex with a woman... I remembered how I had felt embarrassed that morning when Kathy came into my room and I was with Sarah in the same bed. Now, here with Sarah and Dana, I hadn’t even tried to cover myself with the sheets. Then I realized Sarah also hadn’t covered herself. I was hesitant to face Dana, feeling sheepish about my behavior, but I knew I couldn’t avoid looking at her. Eventually, I turned to look at her. Our eyes met, and for a few seconds we stared at each other, silently communicating. Then her lips curled with a loving smile, and I felt relieved. Everything was in the open, perhaps more so, since nobody was trying to hide anything. I felt a strange comfort after that realization. We were accepting each other without any reservations. After that, we drank our coffee, chatting.

When we finished our cups, Dana collected them, and suggested a group shower. While Sarah and I were in the tub, Dana took the tray to the kitchen before joining us. We helped each other wash, and had some slippery fun, and we took turns to do some exploring. However, the girls were more restrained in their attentions to each other. I got the best parts—the front—and the girls did the backs. Of course, all that activity didn’t help me much; I sprouted an erection in a short time, while the girls were sporting very erect nipples and a slight flush to their skin, but we kept it friendly, and fun, enjoying the intimacy, leaving it at that.

The flat was warm, so we opted for very casual outfits; me in my boxers and a t-shirt, while the girls followed suit with panties and unbuttoned shirts. I set the table in the breakfast nook in the kitchen, as they cooked. The menu was simple consisting of omelet, bacon, sausages, jam, and toast, but quite filling, since we wanted to skip lunch. After the cleanup, we were in the living room. I browsed the newspaper before giving it up for Sunday cartoons on the TV, listening to the girls’ plans with half an ear; a short shopping trip in the afternoon and dinner at a good restaurant in the evening, perhaps followed by a visit to a club.

Although most of my attention was on the TV, I caught parts of their interaction as well, and the subtle way they checked out each other, and how they touched while they were talking, slowly but surely building up a friendly intimacy between them. In the meantime, my mind was also busy about how to broach what I did early in the morning. When there was a lull in their conversation, and they didn’t look like they would continue, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity, feeling a bit apprehensive. After a few hesitant and false starts, I managed to tell them what I had done. They were mildly surprised, but not offended.

“I know that this is a very intimate thing, and I’m not really comfortable with what I did. You both looked so beautiful, and I know what I saw would stay with me for a long time, but... I also wanted you to see it for yourselves, and share it with you. I thought if you didn’t want them we could immediately destroy the film. After seeing what I saw, I knew it was just an opportunity that I thought I shouldn’t miss. If you want I would take the rolls out of the cameras and destroy them now?” I said.

Dana knew exactly what I was talking about as soon as I mentioned that the images would stay with me, and she smiled in understanding, accepting my explanation, but I wasn’t sure if Sarah would get it. I waited patiently, and when neither responded, I turned to Sarah, explaining what I meant by what I said, but before I could finish it off, she nodded her understanding. Telling them to think and discuss it among themselves, I left the room to get my cameras, and returned, before going to the kitchen to drink some coffee.

About half an hour later, they showed up in the kitchen taking seats opposite to me. With a nod from Sarah, Dana said, “We discussed it, and came to a decision. We want to see the pictures, but—”

“But how to get the film developed and printed discreetly?” I finished for her, receiving a smile from both. “Yeah! That’s one problem.”

“There’s more?” Sarah asked.

“Well, yes. Let’s say we solved the first problem. Then what? Those pictures are very private. Some of them are individual pictures of each of you, but most are pictures of both of you. Either of you might be uncomfortable to have such pictures in the hands of...” I replied, and they nodded their understanding, before I continued on. “I think if one of you objects to all or some of the pictures, then no one should have a print of those pictures, but of course the final decision is yours. I still have to figure out how to get the rolls developed and prints done, and then I will destroy all the negatives.”

“What about you?” Dana asked.

“Huh?”

“You don’t want some copies?”

I thought about my answer, even though I knew what my decision was. For sentimental reasons I wanted a few, but my rational side had always been more cogent when it came to decisions regarding others, especially when there was a potential to get somebody hurt. I also noted with irony how skewed my recognition was when it came to my feelings about Reina. Hastily putting thoughts of her aside, I said, “To tell the truth, no. Yes, I would love to, but you know I have a very good memory, Dana, and I don’t need them. Furthermore, if I carry something like that with me, where would I keep them? Yeah, I’d like to have it with me on the rig, but... let’s think about a worst case scenario. Let’s say I got into an accident and got hurt while driving around or working at the rig. When somebody goes through my possessions...”

Their eyes widened in shock at the same time, and both of them objected.

“Oh, no! Don’t talk like that!”

“How can you think of something like that?”

Raising my hand, I continued. “I know it’s a low probability, but it’s something to be considered. But putting that aside, think of something simpler. Assume my luggage got lost while flying, then what? That’s more than possible, is it not?”

That got a more restrained response, and they nodded in agreement. And even though the thought might have occurred to them—the accidental discovery of the pictures, if I, or one of the girls were the victim of such an accident—they hadn’t voiced any reservations about it. Somehow, I expected them to have the issue discussed, but I wasn’t sure if they did. However, from their reactions I knew that they were pleased by my response.

We sat in silence, thinking over what we talked about, and I was also trying to find a solution to the problem of developing and printing the pictures discreetly. I had the equipment myself, and I could probably set up a makeshift dark room back at Kathy’s, using a bathroom or something similar, if worse came to worse. I didn’t trust any of the photo service shops or private studios...

Now, wait a min— studios! Gary!

Damn! The answer was staring at my face all along!

“What?” Dana prompted me, interrupting my chain of thought.

“Huh?”

“What are you thinking? Or should I ask what are you smiling about?” Dana asked.

“Oh! I didn’t know I was smiling. I just stumbled onto a solution for getting the prints done,” I replied, still distracted and surprised at my discovery.

After a momentary pause, Dana said, “Gary?”

She was quick to guess the most logical possibility, when it took me longer to find the solution. I took in her face and she returned an amused look with a knowing grin, as if reading my thoughts.

“Sometimes, you really surprise me, Dana. I just stumbled on it, whereas you—”

“It’s a woman thing, Mitch. We can think or do several things at the same time, and we are more intuitive. You’re not bad yourself when it comes to intuition,” she said, receiving a smile from Sarah.

“Yeah. Gary is the best solution. He doesn’t have to do it. I just need to use his facilities, and I don’t think he would mind my request. I was considering taking my dark room equipment to Kathy’s or Sarah’s and set up a makeshift darkroom and do it like that, but...” I said.

“But?” Sarah asked.

“I wanted to get it done as soon as possible, and with both of you present, and then destroy the negatives immediately.”

They both got the hidden meaning, and objected. “We trust you, Mitch.”

“I know. Thank you for the vote of confidence and your trust, but I would feel much better when it’s done. This is really something very private, and could be damaging. I wish—”

Sarah cut me off immediately, “You hadn’t taken the pictures?”

I nodded.

With a smile, Dana said, “We would have missed something,” with Sarah nodding in full agreement with her. “It’s already done. We just have to decide what to do about the pictures that include both of us.”

“I think the first step is probably printing all the pictures so that you know what you’re looking at,” I said. “That might make it easier to make a decision about the rest. It seems like you’re both interested in having your individual pictures, at the least?”

“Yes, I want to,” Dana said.

Sarah responded, “Me, too. For the other pictures, we will have time to think about it, and after seeing them we can make up our mind. Your suggestion was good. If either one of us have objections to some of the pictures, then neither of us keeps a copy.”

Dana agreed with her. “You took the words right out of my mouth, Sarah. Yes, that’s the best solution. So, that’s settled then?” Dana asked all around the table, receiving confirmatory nods.

“When do you want to visit Gary?” Sarah asked, enthusiastically.

“I think Monday. I doubt he would be open today.”

Dana was watching Sarah with a grin, and even though she was also excited, she was more restrained, perhaps a result of the slight age difference between them. “There’s only one thing we didn’t talk about,” she said, after reflecting on something.

“What’s that?” I asked curious.

“If we are there with you, Gary would probably guess what’s going on?”

“Damn! I didn’t think about that. But I still want you both there,” I replied.

“I know, but there’s no escaping it. Look, Mitch. We don’t really need to be there. You could make the prints from each negative, and bring them here. We trust you. I understand that you’re not comfortable with the idea, because you think you did something wrong, and without our permission. If you insist, I would come. I don’t mind it, as long as he doesn’t see the pictures. What about you, Sarah?” Dana responded.

“I don’t mind it. The only thing he can do is speculate, and I know Mitch isn’t going to talk about it. I doubt Gary would come out and ask something about them even if he would guess what kind of pictures they are.”

“Yeah. I think Gary would refrain from doing something like that, but I know he would be mighty curious, especially after seeing you both in the flesh,” I said.

The girls smiled, and then started to laugh. I didn’t know what was so funny, when it finally dawned on me what I just said. “I didn’t me—”

“We know, but it was funny,” Sarah said, laughing again, and eventually I joined in. It was funny.

I went back to get the cameras, and after rewinding the rolls, I took them out and distributed them to the girls. They declined, but I told them they should keep them. Eventually Dana took the cameras and the rolls and went to the spare bedroom to put them in my camera bag, while Sarah mock-wrestled with me. After that, Sarah left the kitchen to help Dana change the sheets and tidy up the bedroom. I refilled my cup with the remains of the coffee, and put a fresh batch to brew. I went to the spare bedroom and put on jeans and picked up the Heinlein novel I was reading. Back in the living room, I settled in the big couch.

For the next few hours the girls were in the kitchen talking and doing whatever the women usually did, until it was time to get dressed and go out for some shopping and sight seeing.

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