and forth in slow, delicious strokes.
Maggie felt the moisture gather between her own thighs and
pressed them together tightly.
She closed her eyes as strong fingers began to knead the
tense muscles in her neck and shoulders. Whoever it was knew
exactly how much pressure to apply to liquefy her limbs, leaving
her feeling heavy and relaxed. She dared not turn to see the
owner of the magic fingers for fear that he might disappear,
just as Judd and Anthony had.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Alexander had laid Janine
on her back on the carpet. She was naked now, but for her
white lacy stockings and suspender belt and her high-heeled
white stilettoes which had been hidden by the thick carpeting.
Alexander was playing with the feathery blonde curls between
her legs, teasing and tickling, making her moan softly. His
other hand cupped her breast, tweaking at the pale pink nipple
until it stood proud.
Maggie was suddenly overcome with the irresistible urge
to join them, to enclose that hard, tempting nub with her lips.
Shrugging off the massaging fingers, she stood up and began
to walk towards them. They couldn't have been more than six
or seven paces away, yet she felt as though she was wading
through treacle. Her heels caught in the thick pile carpet, dragging
her down. As she sank, defeatedly, to her knees, strong
hands caught her and pulled her back towards her table.
She shook her head, struggling in protest, straining towards
the centre of the room. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as
she realised that Janine and Alexander were no longer there.
The other tables were now empty – she was alone in the candlelit
room and strong, unseen hands were pressing her, gently, but
insistently, onto her back.
Sinking into the soft, deep carpet with a small whimper of
defeat, Maggie made no protest as her clothes were gently
stripped from her. Many of the candles were guttering, their
gentle light flickering erratically. No matter how hard she tried
to penetrate the velvety darkness, she could not see to whom
these knowing, roaming hands belonged.
There were three pairs, that much she knew, two definitely
male and the other pair . . . She moaned, partly in protest, mostly
in encouragement. Soft, small, feminine hands were fluttering
over her thighs, coaxing them apart. Maggie closed her eyes
and allowed herself to be opened, her legs pulled slowly apart
and her arms held above her head. It was a curiously comfortable
imprisonment and she welcomed the soft, wet touch of
unmistakably female lips on her breasts. Small teeth nibbled,
a hot tongue darted out and circled the engorged nipple.
Maggie had never been so intimate with another woman
and she was surprised by how pleasurable it felt. She
murmured, wanting to encourage the unknown woman to
continue, but her words emerged as an indistinct moan. A
tongue insinuated itself between her lips and coaxed her
mouth to open. Definitely male, this pleasure-giver plunged
into her hot mouth and sucked at her tongue, drawing it into
his own, slightly minty tasting, mouth.
Her legs, confined at the ankles by strong fingers, quivered
with anticipation as the third person burned a trail of kisses
up the insides of her thighs, alternating caresses between each
one. The lips paused as they reached the apex, placing small,
teasing kisses around the edge of her moist pubic hair.
The mouths were driving her crazy, her entire body, from
her head to her captured feet, tingled with her impending
orgasm. She knew that the moment someone kissed the
swollen button of desire which throbbed violently between
her legs, she would burst.
It had to be soon, she couldn't wait much longer . . . She
gasped as the three anonymous mouths were withdrawn
simultaneously.
'No! Oh no!' she cried out in anguish.
There was the sound of soft laughter, and she heard Antony's
voice, close to her ear.
'Patience, Maggie, just a little longer . . .'
The sudden, silent coldness of the room told her before she
opened her eyes
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