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Elizabeth and Peter

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After dinner at a conference I was attending, I took a walk along the boardwalk that had been built along the adjacent wetland. Every fifty yards or so, there were piers of a sort that offered views further inside.

It was down one of these that I came upon a woman in distress. I had noticed her earlier, it was hard not to. She had auburn hair, warm brown skin and wore a nearly skin tight, black knit dress. She clearly wore no bra as her nipples poked through invitingly. My guess was mid-thirties, but it turned out I was off by ten years!

"My dear lady, allow me to help you up from that precarious perch before you injure yourself on that rusty metal," I said bowing at the waist so I could look her in the eyes. "How did you ever get yourself in such a predicament?"

She looked at me, her eyes were glistening, teary, and when she turned her face towards me I could see a small abrasion on her cheek.

"I almost fell off, coming out here with those stupid heels," she motioned to the mud below where I could see a pair of mostly black pumps with 4" heels. They may have had tiny red polka-dots on them, it was hard to tell.

"I was taking them off and I stumbled. I dropped the shoe I was holding and the other came off as I fell. It actually broke my fall or my face would be much worse. Then I guess it bounced into the mud too."

As I helped her up I could see another small scr*pe on the side of her knee.

"You can't walk on this surface barefoot," I said, "allow me to help you."

Without further remark, I reached down and picked her up into my arms. She did not object, but let out an, "Oh my!"

As I carried her towards the hotel, she leaned her head on my shoulder. I had forgotten how difficult it was to carry an adult woman in such a manner. I took a deep breath to load my muscles with oxygen, wondering just how grateful she would be when we got back.

When we got to the mowed grass, I put her down. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, "I'm Elizabeth," she said, "and you are my hero."

She smiled at me with her eyes and her lips without revealing her teeth, but I knew it was genuine. She spoke perfect English but with a trace of an accent I could not identify. Given where we were, it was enough to ask if she was American.

"I am," she said, "but I am working for the delegation from Péru. I'm a translator."

"Español?"

"Sí, sueco y alemán también."

I knew the word for German and guessed the other was Swedish since this conference was in Malmö.

"I am Peter," I extended my hand, "and I was happy to be of service. I too am a translator, of a sort. I write for 'Nature' and I translate science and engineering into plain English."

We shook. Her hand was so soft and we kept them together for a beat longer than a normal handshake. Then she pulled herself closer and looked at my neck.

"I've bloodied your collar. I'm so sorry."

It must have been dried blood from her cheek. We had just been at the formal opening dinner for the European Astronomical Union, where some amazing new discoveries about exoplanets were being formally presented to the world. Scientists from Peru and Chile were also present because the telescopes involved were high in the Andes of those countries.

Hence the tuxedo I wore. I did love to dress up. Gabardine wool suit and a white silk shirt were my favorites. I liked to wear colorful breeches, and today I chose dark blue ones with gold stars in tribute to the European Union. My bow tie hung open as did my collar. A bit of chest hair peaked out as two additional buttons had opened during my little adventure. I retrieved my jacket from the concierge as we walked passed.

I gave the concierge twenty Euros and told him where the shoes were and what he would need to get them out. Then I handed him another ten.

"Make sure they're cleaned inside and out before you send them to the lady's room," I didn't know much about shoes except that those were probably a few hundred dollars worth of them.

" Ja sir, min glädje. Happy to help," his English was almost without accent.

"That is kind of you Peter."

"Es ist meine große Freude, meine Dame," I bowed formally as a German gentleman might.

" Vielen Dank, mein Herr," she smiled then," it's so late, but between the jet lag and the long days here I feel strangely awake."

"I do too."

It was the eighth of July. At this latitude the Sun wouldn't set until nearly 10:00 and it would remain light until well after 11:00.

"Join me for a drink?"

"Sure. Do you want to change your shirt?"

"No," I quipped, "I will wear your blood like a badge of honor."

Tanqueray and Noilly Prat martini," I said to the bartender, "shaken hard, three olives."

"The same," she said.

We had a great conversation. She was intelligent as well as beautiful and I could not keep my eyes off of her mouth as she talked. Her neck beckoned for my lips as did her nipples which continued to peek through the black fabric of her dress. I wished with all my heart then that I was fifteen years younger.

"I have calls to make back home before I retire," she said as we stood up. She hugged me warmly and kissed me just below my ear, "you are such a sweet man Peter. Thank you for everything." She smiled and she was off.

As I head to the lift, the concierge gave me an inquisitive look. I shook my head a gave a little shrug

"Pas de chance," he said. The smile and wink he gave me seemed inappropriate then, but in a short while I would learn that they were not.

Later as I undressed, I looked at my six foot two, two hundred thirty pound self in the mirror and thought about the woman in her mid forties that I had just been with

"Still not bad," I thought. I kept myself in shape and my upper body was clearly toned. Even though my core was also strong, my doctor had once told me that I would never again have a "six pack". The multiple open heart surgeries I'd had would see to that. Nevertheless, I was happy with the way I looked, still salt and pepper hair and close beard as I approached sixty. I remained confident with women around my own age, but this woman Elizabeth with the black dress and missing shoes had cast a spell.

There was a knock on my door. I went to find my robe, another knock.

"Concierge sir, I have a gift."

"What in the world is he talking about," I said aloud opening the door. There he stood, holding a pair of black pumps with tiny red polka-dots and skinny four inch heels. He smiled as he handed them to me.

"I think these belong to someone you know?"

He turned quickly on his heel and walked off, not expecting or even wanting a tip. I looked at the shoes they were cleaned an polished. There was a sticky note in the heel of the left one that said "room 644". I considered my options, but I did so as I put on my black silk sleep pants and slippers. Putting my robe back on I grabbed my key card, the high heeled shoes head out the door.

It seemed to take forever, but I made it to room 644 and knocked. I thought I heard voices, but I couldn't be sure. I heard the door unlatch and open. Elizabeth looked at the shoes, looked up at me and smiled.

"Peter! Come in. Have a drink with us!"

"Us" I thought getting ready for disappointment. I handed her the shoes and entered the room. From that moment and after looking around, I knew that I would feel many things this night but disappointment would not be one of them.

She wore sleep pants that were a bit too long and a cotton tank top that, like her dress from earlier in the day, left nothing to the imagination. She took the shoes from my hand as I entered the front room of the small suite. She WAS, technically, a VIP at this event.

"Sit. Be comfortable," she said, "what can I get you?"

"Sparkling water'd be fine."

"Oh my yes," she said with odd enthusiasm, "my favorite is Saratoga, but Sweden has this Ramlösa which is pretty good. Isn't this a cool bottle?"

She handed be the clear glass bottle. It was indeed a nice design, clear not green, like a twisted blown globe. Interesting, but not as interesting as the fact that from the mini fridge, she removed not two, but three bottles.

I heard a voice from the other room say, "is this your hero Betty?"

It was a woman's voice. I perked up.

"Yes baby," then to me, "she calls me that when she's mad at me. She knows I hate it. We were arguing, that's why you found me crying before."

"Come. Meet him," she continued.

As she spoke, into the small room entered a tall, blonde, tanned and toned woman who was classically, Northern Europeanly, pretty. She wore a long t-shirt like a mini dress, and her athletic body was visible as if the garment wasn't even there.

"This is Sara. Sara #####, this is Peter."

"Ford," I added, "Pete Ford. Schön Sie zu treffen."

"Ah, a cunning linguist," she said and smiled extending her hand, which I took and kissed, "you hear my accent."

It was very German.

"Thank you for saving Liz and her schuhe," then she whispered, " Sie kostet mich 350 Euro."

"They were a birthday present," added Liz, "Sara is my dear friend I brought her here to help her develop her English. She plays volleyball for the German national team."

Sara moved closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. She did not need to bend at all being six feet tall herself.

She whispered in my ear, "you have not yet been properly thanked."

Without missing a beat she went from whispering in my ear to kissing me gently on my neck. Her fragrance, her skin, her whole body made me shiver for a second. I put my hand on her ass and pulled her close.

Behind her I saw Elizabeth resting on the table, biting her lower lip and touching her left nipple with her right hand. Her left hand massaged her thigh, and it moved higher and higher as each second passed.

Sara kissed me full on the mouth and slid her hand down to touch my rapidly hardening cock. She took me by the hand, then Liz, and led us both to the next room where the king-sized bed was. As we went I reached over and give Liz's butt a squeeze and we smiled at each other. Sara released our hands, pulled her "dress" over her head and lay down on the bed.

"Sit Peter. Liz, why don't you give our hero a show of your appreciation?"

She slithered over to me, separated my legs and stood between them. She pulled my face into her firm wanton boobs and then wrapped her arms around me holding me there so I could feel her soft flesh. Then she raised her arms in the air.

"Help me get this off," she said. I did.

Her tank came off with ease and her fine breasts burst forth. I heard a coo from behind me.

"Ooo, I love when they pop out like that," Sara said.

Naked, I could see that she had reached behind herself and was gently playing with her shaved pussy. Her other hand played with her tits and nipples.

Already right in my face, I grabbed Liz's tits with both hands and fed each nipple into my mouth. I licked and gently sucked each of them, learning as I went that she liked them to be nibbled on. She shifted so she could straddle my leg and rub her own pussy on me. I could feel that she was wet.

She reached down and began stroking my cock. I haven't been this hard in twenty years, I thought to myself. It was great! It had been about that long since I had been with two women, and it took me a second to plan. I leaned back on the bed and looked over at Sara.

"Can I help you with that?" I asked, "why not take a seat on my face."

At first she didn't get it, the German term was apparently different, so I put two fingers to my lips and stuck my tongue between them. She understood that. At that very second I felt Liz's warm mouth engulf my engorged dick.

Her mouth was hot and moist and she was generous with her throat. She would literally begin a stroke by sucking my tip into her mouth before taking in further in. She would do that a few times, lick the shaft a few times, stroke me while licking my balls, run her open mouth up one side and down the other, then do it all again.

My pleasure was made more intense by the pleasure I was giving Sara while she straddled my face. I held her ass with my hands so I could move her around, up and down. When just above my mouth I could use my tongue alone which, no matter how hard I tried, always went for the clit. Hers was like a tongue magnet. I did lick her labia too, but the clit was queen! I'm also able to flick my tongue from side to side very quickly. Not so fast as a vibrator, but imagine the sound a helicopter blade makes. That's what my tongue can do.

When I brought her close in, I would use my tongue to penetrate her instead, and my mouth would naturally become stimulus for her lips and clit. Each time she felt a wave of pleasure she would grab me by my hair and grind herself up and down on my mouth. When she did this, I would simply hold my tongue out and let her rub herself on it. Like Liz's blow job, this would cycle through the different techniques. I think she liked my copter tongue the best!

It was becoming a bit of a feast for our erogenous senses. At some point, Liz stopped ministering to my penis. I did not stop my work on Sara though, and moments later I felt Liz climb up on the bed. I felt her hand on my cock. Then after just a couple of seconds I felt the warm, wet sleeve that was her vagina descend around my erection. She took me all the way in and, for what seemed like quite a while, kept me there while she rubbed her clit against my pelvis.

The feel of a vagina is vastly different from a mouth. The mouth is quick, the tongue slashes, the teeth tease, the lips suck and, when possible, the throat swallows whole. Many moving parts working in concert. A woman's vagina is more of a presence. The vagina envélopes. Unlike the mouth, as the penis grows harder and longer, she seems to become more filled and fulfilled. There is really no length, nor thickness (excepting the extreme) that she cannot handle. It was an elegant example of biological engineering, and I had a PhD thesis being demonstrated on me by Elizabeth.

Looking up I could see Liz's hands playing with Sara's tits, who then leaned back so they could kiss. Each time Liz pinched Sara's nipples I though I felt her pussy twitch just a bit I'm not sure. Regardless, it was a coordinated effort, they had clearly done this before to and with some other lucky fellow.

I felt Liz fingering herself while she fucked me, and she may have had a little orgasm, as I felt her contractions along my shaft. Sara, on the other hand, was ready for a big one.

"Put your tongue deep inside," she breathed at me, "as deep as you can. I'm going to rub myself on your upper lip."

I obliged and she grabbed my hair again, harder this time, and began grinding in earnest. When I felt her strokes become irregular, I knew she was about to come. At the moment of truth she seemed to lose awareness of her surroundings. She used my head like it was her toy. Like a living sybian that she could ride. I could feel Liz's hand on my chest, her finger or fingers pointing upward to tickle or enter Sara's ass.

When Sara began to cum, she replaced my mouth with her fingers. Her moans, which had been low and sensual, became exclamations and commands. Not loud, but they came from deep within her, AND they were in German! Extremely sexy to me.

She said something to Liz that I think was, "pit your finger in deep," and then, "tell him what I want him to do," because she then said to me, "she wants you to lick her like you would ice cream."

I was still wearing Liz on my dick, who was fucking Sara's ass with her finger, who was riding my face as well as masturbating. Pretty fucking great!

Then Sara reached down, stretched her pussy lips up and apart making her hard clit stick out. She fed it to my tongue and I licked it like it was ice cream and she came long and hard, even peeing a little as she did, and I minded not at all.

She flopped off of me and Elizabeth immediately leaned down on me, kissing me and licking all of Sara's juicy sex off of my face. I grabbed her ass and lifted it up so I could do some thrusting of my own. She held on to my shoulders as I fucked her hard and fast and she reached between her legs and rubbed out another orgasm.

For me, it was not a position from which I enjoyed orgasm, but Liz was one step ahead of me.

"Would you like to watch her go down on me Peter?"

"Oh my, yes!" was all I could get out as she rolled off off of me and climbed roughly onto Sara.

She grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to kiss her, letting Sara taste herself of Liz's lips and tongue. Then she mounted her thigh and began humping. Sara tried to sit up to kiss her again, but Liz pulled her head down by her hair, hard!

Then in German, it's strange in another language, "auf die Knie, Hündin, es ist Zeit, meine Fotze lecken!"

"On your knees bitch, it's time for you to lick MY cunt!"

She rolled them over together and kissed her roughly, thus time from below.

"Suck on my tits, Sara.

"Squeeze them together."

"That's it. Now both nipples. Yes."

"Fuck me with your finger. Keep sucking, I didn't tell you to stop."

"Kiss me. Suck my tongue like it was Peter's cock."

"Now lick me and you better make me cum good"

Elizabeth was, I think, about ten years older than Sara, but up to now Sara seemed dominant. It was not the case. Liz was in charge.

Sara took her spot between Liz's legs, front down on the bed, and went to work. She spread her lips apart and put her tongue directly on Liz's exposed clit.

"Ooooh yes baby, you know it!"

Sara put two fingers deep inside and worked the pussy like it was her pet, but a pet that could scratch at any time. Like a cat.

"Would you like to fuck Sara's ass, Peter?"

That was unexpected. I was watching them and jerking myself, hoping at best to shoot on Liz's big tits. I didn't hesitate. I wanted to cum so bad.

There was plenty of fluid to use as lube and Liz already had her finger there so I slid right in. Deep. One thrust. Like I was being sucked in. I saw stars. I hit her deep and hard and I could not stop. The urge to cum was over whelming.

I felt the electric spark in my brain that signals the start of it. The current then flows through my balls to the tip of my cock and it happens. I feel my balls tighten and my dick swells even more than it already is. When I begin to spasm the waves of pure pleasure overwhelm me, and for a second I care about nor am I even aware of anything else.

Being serenaded by the sounds of Elizabeth having multiple orgasms at Sara's doing, I came hard and deep inside her ass. When I stopped shooting liquid I still kept coming. I'm sure it was one of the longest I'd ever had.

Looking up I saw Liz deep in spasm, holding onto Sara's head while she fucked her hard with her hand. Sara had been rubbing out another orgasm while I was cuming in her. I flopped down on the bed, we all did. We were satiated.

Liz removed the towels that had been put down and said the sweetest thing.

"Join us under the covers, Peter. Keep us warm."

With Sara in the middle, we executed a perfect triple spoon. Just before we nodded off I said, "I must remember to leave a nice tip for the concierge."

Sara had already dozed of, but Liz giggled and said, "oh my Peter, you still think this was HIS idea?"

My eyes widened, then I smiled and hugged Sara's body closer. Soon all three of us were fast asleep.

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