A threesome in a strange city [FMM]

I truly believe the best stories happen in cities where nobody knows your name.

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I’m [25F] starting residency next year, and as part of the matching process, I have to attend interviews all over the country. I live in a city on the east coast, and my first interview was in a city in the southwest. After a long interview day, I decided to wind down by exploring the city. Coming from the east coast to the southwest, I was enjoying the relatively warmer weather and took advantage of it by wearing a short black dress that reached my mid-thighs and showed off my olive-toned legs and a light maroon sweater that I left open, revealing the shape of my small and perky breasts. My dark, long curly hair rested effortlessly over my shoulders and down my back, a single clip on the side holding some flyaway strands.

I walked into a few local small boutiques and quirky shops before noticing a quaint wine bar. I stepped in and was immediately charmed by the low lighting and beautiful white floral arrangements on the tables and at the bar. I sat at the bar, and the bartender- a gentleman who appeared to be in his early 30s- greeted me and gave me a quick description/history of the bar. A second bartender- who was older and appeared to be in his late 40s- also greeted me. We exchanged some conversation about the purpose of my travel and how I was liking the city so far. I ordered a cabernet and made conversation with the woman next to me on the table, who worked in multisystemic therapy. Being that I am interested in working with pediatric populations, we bonded over my stories on a child/adolescent unit at an inpatient psychiatric hospital and we exchanged complaints about terrible supervisors. As I was speaking and laughing with the woman, I couldn’t help but look over at the waiters, who sometimes laughed along with us or added snarky comments. The younger waiter (we’ll call him “Michael”) made sure to fill my glass whenever it was getting empty, and I would sometimes catch him smiling at me or glancing at me. I felt drawn to him. He was tall and slender with dark hair and a full beard.

Being that I stumbled into the bar late, customers were slowly filing out of the bar. The woman with whom I was talking had to leave due to an early morning awaiting her. The older bartender (let’s call him “Greg”) offered me a piece of chocolate cake that had been freshly baked that morning and would have otherwise been thrown out. I was on my third glass of wine, and the chocolate cake paired especially nicely with the cabernet. As customers were filing out, Michael asked me when I would be flying out of the city.

“Tomorrow at 5 pm,” I said, a little sad to leave.

“Oh, then you have time! Would you be up for hanging out with us? We’re going downtown.”

“I’d be happy to,” I quickly agreed, wanting to make the most out of my time in this new city.

As the bartenders were closing up the store, they put on some music. Michael asked me if I knew how to dance. Being from a Middle Eastern background, I undoubtedly knew how to dance, and I told him I even knew how to belly dance. I could see how excited Michael became, as did Greg, who heard my response across the room as he was putting chairs up on tables.

“I can dance for you,” I said with a coy smile. Following their eager nods and pleas to dance for them, I walked over to the sound system and started playing a song I knew how to dance to. The song was perfect in that it had a fast and upbeat portion and a slow and sultry portion, allowing me to show off all my skills.

Michael and Greg’s jaws dropped as I started dancing, and they were filled with awe and amazement at how well I controlled my hips and how easily and fluidly my body moved to the music. They couldn’t keep their eyes off me and complimented me using words such as “goddess” and “amazing.” I jokingly told them I believe I was Cleopatra in a past life. They had me dance again, and then a third time. By the end, I was out of breath and exhilarated.

When Michael and Greg finished closing up, we headed downtown. We went to an arcade bar, and I was excited to see games that made me feel nostalgic such as Ms. Pacman and Streetfighter. Greg bought us drinks, and I could feel the alcohol making us all less inhibited. I dueled Michael and kicked his ass in Streetfighter- one of my favorite games- and then Greg avenged Michael by beating me in a subsequent round.

Michael and I then went to the dance floor. EDM was playing. Michael and I first started off dancing modestly, facing each other. A few minutes in, I turned around and pressed my ass into his groin. I started grinding against him, and he held onto my hips, his hands occasionally traveling up to my neck and breasts. He grabbed my thick, curly hair in his hands and pulled my head back. I turned to face him and we kissed as I continued to grind my ass against him. He bit my bottom lips, and within that bite, I could feel the tension that had built up all night. We later went outside and sat on a bench. I chatted with Greg, who was sitting with some friends. With alcohol in his system, he quietly asked me daring and risque questions, and with alcohol in *my* system, I happily and honestly answered.

It was getting late and the bars were closing, and Greg offered for us to hang out at his home to share a bottle of champagne. I was enjoying my time and was interested in what could come out of this, so I agreed. A threesome has always been a fantasy of mine after all.

Greg drove us to his house. I sat in the back seat of the car, and Michael was in the passenger seat. I was pressed close against the passenger seat, and Michael was reaching his hands under my dress to caress my thighs and legs. I was already getting turned on, and I could feel my clit throbbing and thong getting wetter.

As Greg was opening the door to his house, Michael had me held close to his body, his hands grabbing my full, plump ass. He could barely keep his hands off me. “Calm down over there,” Greg said as he finally opened the door.

When we got into the living room, Michael sat on the couch and I sat on his lap. He continued to kiss me and grope my ass and thighs as Greg poured each of us champagne. He then joined us on the couch. Giggling, I asked them if they’d like to see a picture of my ass. They eagerly agreed, and I showed them a picture I had taken a few days ago in one of my favorite pairs of thongs. Although my back was facing the camera, my bronzed skin, long curly hair, small waist, and large ass were undeniably mine. Greg and Michael were again in awe and stared at the picture with amazement.

“I wanna see your ass in real life,” Greg said.

I smiled teasingly and stood off of Michael’s lap. I put down my champagne flute and turned my back to them, then lifted my dress, revealing a black thong and a large, plump ass. Michael immediately grabbed me and laid me down on his lap. My stomach was on his lap while my head was on Greg’s, who was also sitting on the couch. Michael then pulled down my thong and expressed even more amazement and awe as he grabbed and slapped my ass. Greg, who was holding back, could do so no longer. He reached over and touched my pussy, which was throbbing, swollen, and unbelievably wet. He slid a finger in there and groaned with pleasure. I moaned as well, feeling the tension and frustration that was building up all night slowly melting away. Greg added a second finger and slid his fingers in and out as Michael kneaded and slapped my ass.

Greg repositioned me to where I was lying on the couch on my back and slid off my sweater and removed my dress, unclasping my bra to reveal small and perky breasts with tannish-pink nipples. He turned his attention to my nipples by sucking and biting them, and Michael started fingering me. He was hooking his fingers and rubbing my G-spot, and my moans grew louder, my face flushing deeply.

“You’re not gonna cum yet,” Michael said as he pulled his fingers out, smirking at me. I pouted with frustration.

“Eat her out,” Greg said. He spread out my pussy, allowing Michael easier access to my clit. Michael licked and sucked on my clit and lapped up my wetness, commenting on how amazing I smelled and tasted. I moaned softly, my hips bucking and Greg holding me still as Michael ate me out. Michael was fingering me as well, rubbing my G-spot. I felt my muscles tense and felt the pressure growing until I could no longer hold it back. My hips grinded into his mouth as I came, my legs shivering uncontrollably. Michael licked me up and kissed me. I shivered and flinched away as he tried to continue touching my clit, feeling overly sensitive after my orgasm. He laughed and kissed me harder.

Greg unzipped his pants and told me to suck his cock. I was pleasantly surprised by how large and thick he was. I pulled myself together despite my post-orgasm stupor and started off by slowly kissing and licking around his cock. He groaned, his mouth twitching. His brows furrowed with frustration at my playfulness; I got extremely close to his cock but never quite licked it with my mouth. I enjoyed teasing him, and when I felt he had enough, I slowly licked his cock and took him in. As I was sucking his cock, I unzipped Michael’s pants and grabbed his cock, rubbing it slowly at first and then with increasing speed. I moved from Greg’s cock to Michael’s, which, although relatively shorter, was thicker and had a curve.

Finally, Michael pushed me face-down onto the couch and propped my ass up into the air. He rubbed his cock against the lips of my pussy, which was throbbing and wet. I moaned and pushed back into him, wanting him badly. He wanted me just as badly and immediately and forcefully slid in, pushing me harder into the couch. Greg lifted my head from the couch and kissed me, moving down from my lips to my neck to, finally, my nipples, which he sucked and licked forcefully. I moaned and gasped loudly; it was an amazing assault of sensation, and I could barely keep up with how many hands were on me or how many tongues were licking me. After a while, I didn’t care to keep up. As I felt another orgasm approaching, I gasped, “Faster! Faster! Right there!” Michael’s size, thickness, and curve made for the perfect combination as I came a second time, shaking and quivering uncontrollably. Greg held my head in his hands as he watched me cum, delighting in the sight. Michael pulled out soon after and came on my ass.

“My turn,” Greg said. Despite being out of breath and sweaty, I wanted nothing more than to keep going. With a little smile, I sat up and pushed Greg down. I sat on his lap and grinded my bare pussy against his cock, eliciting groans of pleasure from him. I then slowly slid him in, moaning with ecstasy at the sensation of his large cock filling me up. I placed my hand on his chest and then around his neck as I rode him. Michael drank his champagne and watched excitedly, occasionally touching my breasts or ass. Greg flipped me onto the couch and fucked me hard and fast, his breaths loud and forceful. He had his hands around my waist, but I grabbed his hands and placed them around my neck. As he was choking me, he stared intently into my eyes. I could see his thrusts getting more and more erratic until he pulled out. As he was rubbing himself and deciding where to cum, I quickly sat up and opened my mouth. He came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all up with a smile.

That night, I had the best sleep I had ever had in months. Greg drove me to my Airbnb the next day. I packed my belongings and headed to the airport on a flight to a city back on the east coast where people knew my name.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ehg9fm/a_threesome_in_a_strange_city_fmm