Jennifer was stunning. Short, red hair, busty but fit figure, and feisty. Along with quite a few common interests, we hit it off great.
After a several of weeks of flirting and casual dates she invited me to go to the beach for the weekend. It would also double as visiting her mother and sister.
Meeting her family went well. Too well. I have always had a thing for older women and Miranda, her mother, was a knockout. She was taller than Jennifer, had the same red hair, delicious curves, and could wrap a person around her finger in a few moments. I found myself talking easily with her and slipping into flirtation with the same ease that she seemed to.
Her sister Annabeth was the black sheep. Hair dyed black, slim and the same height as Jennifer, pierced, tatted, she gave off fuck off vibes as easily as Jennifer and Miranda oozed subtle charm. I found her easy to joke with and didn’t back down from her rough-housing.
The first night we ended up going out to eat together and they wanted to go to a bar after. It was a bit of an eclectic vibe mixing a spacious dance floor with a mechanical bull pen, music from rock to rap to dirty country, and an upstairs that overlooked the dance floor and had a second bar with small tables and seats and a few couches that sat in front of dancing poles.
Jennifer had me on the dance floor and we ended up dancing together and with different partners. Then Annabeth lured me away with challenges to the mechanical bull and darts when Jennifer went to the restroom. Miranda spent a good chunk of time on the upper floor flirting with a pair of older men.
I was lost in the tumult of how these ladies spent family time. It was unreal and a bit odd. But I have never been one to
Jennifer downed a shot and pulled me aside at one point to share family drama. Apparently Annabeth liked coming specifically here to flirt with guys and piss off her ex that was a bartender. He wasn’t here tonight. Miranda on the other hand always seemed to get in the mood to visit when her business as a dog breeder slowed down. She would meet older men and ends at home would start meeting after she spent some time with them. Well, then.
A little while and a couple more drinks later Jennifer was hanging on to another guy on the dance floor and it looked like they were debating fucking on the dance floor. I watched in amusement. We hadn’t ever declared ourselves attached and had approached the relationship as a fairly open thing from the start.
Annabeth had caught a ride somewhere else and was sending me small updates that she was still alive and safe. I checked on Miranda and found her still at the bar with the two men. They were sitting close to her, one of them had his hand on her lower back and she was laying on the charm. Something about it seemed a bit forced though.
What the hell. I felt like causing some trouble. And I had a bit of a wicked plan I hoped would work.
I went to the bar making straight for Miranda. One of the men noticed me and was giving me a look trying to tell me to fuck off they were there first. Nope.
I slid myself between Miranda and the guy giving my the stink eye, wrapped my arm around her below where the other guy had his hand, my own hand gently but firmly holding her hip and kissed her on the cheek. She tensed up at first, looking at me with no small amount of surprise, but she relaxed as the man pulled his hand off her back.
“Hey, beautiful. I see you’ve been having a nice time as well. Want to introduce me to your new friends?” I said with every drop of sweet, unyielding possessiveness and familiarity I could muster. Her smile never faultered even as she raised an eyebrow at me. But she did introduce us. Both men were slowly edging further away. It wasn’t long before they both excused themselves and left. And she demanded an explanation for why I interrupted her. But she didn’t pull away from my arm around her.
I told her she looked uncomfortable and that I’d hate for her to not enjoy herself. She had a complicated look of stress and relief on her face. And still no small amount of confusion at my behavior. So I laid my cards on the table. I told her Annabeth had left and was keeping me somewhat updated and that Jennifer and I weren’t exclusive and she had found a rather attractive dance partner that she didn’t seem in any hurry to leave unless they left together. So I wanted to make sure she, Miranda, was taken care of as well. She smirked at me like I was innocent and asked if I thought I could really do that.
I let my smile slide away. It must have been quite the switch because I felt her tense even as I pulled her to me. I whispered in her ear just loud enough that she could hear me over the music. I told her yes, I did. The joy of working as much over time as I did is that I could help her ends meet. And that I was confident I could rock her world without her putting herself in danger.
She looked at me carefully. Judging how much of a threat and how much bullshit I was full of. So I asked her to step outside with me. We did. I asked if her bills were on automated systems. Then I had her dial them. I pulled out my wallet and paid them while making sure the automated systems didn’t save my card. It was a decent chunk of change. But I had it covered.
She looked even more wary after I hung up. She asked me why. But she also didn’t look uncomfortable as I gently pulled her to me again, our bodies pressed close, and told her again. I could help her without putting her in danger. And I planned to make sure she enjoyed that help as well. She was welcome to walk away if she chose. She looked at me and told me she was concerned I was a different kind of danger. I laughed and told her she was right. Then I stepped away from her and asked if she was up for it.
We went back to the upstairs and got a drink. We talked for a short time and then I told her it was her turn for a dance. I sat on one of the couches and told her I wanted to see how she cut loose. She smirked at me. And with a shrug, wrapped her hand around the pole and began dancing. By the time she was sitting in my lap and I pulled her into a kiss, neither of us cared about how many people were watching.
I was rock hard as she grinded against me and she was flushed as I gripped and smacked her ass. She told me I was a bad man. I tugged her over on to the couch beside me. With her head on my chest like we were snuggling and with the couch and her body hiding my other hand, I slipped my hand up her dress. Sliding along her thigh as she sighed against me. Her legs parting slightly as I slid my fingers along her panties. Then pulled them aside. I told her she was just as bad as I fingered here tight there on the couch. She clenched her fingers in my shirt, fighting to be quiet. When I felt her tensing to cum I stopped. She growled. I told her to come with me.
Down the hallway with the restrooms I checked the single occupant one. Empty. I pulled her inside, locked the door, and had her on her knees. She took the initiative unbuckling and pulling my pants down. Cursing as my cock slipped free and quickly grabbing it and working me with her tongue and mouth and hand. She was fucking dangerous like that.
I pulled her up. Tasting myself and the alcohol on her tongue as I kissed her. Then picked her up with a grip on her ass and pulled her down on me. She bit the hell out of my shoulder. And I knew why. She was tight as hell sliding down me. And I was past being gentle. She came almost immediately, still tense from the fingering. And I got several more bites as she came again before using her legs to squeeze me and make sure I came in her.
After we cleaned up and were back at the bar, I sent Jennifer a message. She sent me back a poorly typed c ya tomorrow. So I took Miranda back to her house. On the drive she was leaned over and tasting her juice on my cock while gently petting her pussy. Her heels and panties were thrown in my back seat. I took her house keys, unlocked the door, then carried her inside as we made out like teenagers. We only made it as far as the couch before she was pushing me to sit so she could ride me herself. And after she came I laid back and had her ride my face.
Then I pulled us to the bedroom. Spanking, choking, hair pulling, biting. We were rough, loud, and messy. And eventually we fell asleep exhausted.
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