Locked Out! MMF
"You guys care for another drink?"
perfect host.
Dave knew he could ask for anything he wanted;
famous for holding a wider selection of booze than many bars. He
also knew from experience that his headache would be terrible the
next morning if he got carried away. "Thanks, Gary, I think I'll
have another Rum and Coke." He'd stick with the drink they had
started the night with.
"Yeah, Rum and Coke will be fine," Joanne followed his lead. "Just
take it easy on the rum, okay?" She had had two of them after
they had gone to the movies together and had other plans for the
night than getting blasted and passing out.
Whenever Joanne was in
drawn to the wide panorama window of the living room. The view of
the river in front of the apartment house and the ocean of light
on the other side never failed to put her in a romantic mood.
"Quite a view, isn't it?"
kissed her neck from behind.
"Magnificent!" She pushed back against him and felt the bulge of
his hardening dick pressing into the small of her back. Just as
she had expected. "You
know,
letting me move in with you," she said jokingly.
"And then you'll stand on the balcony all day long and stare
across the river," Dave predicted, knowing that in reality Joanne
was way too independent to move in with anybody.
Joanne chuckled and seemed lost in thought for a moment. "No, I
don't think so. I'm sure
and do things to me decent couples don't do on the balcony."
All three of them had a good laugh at that. As if to confirm what
she had just said,
her breasts through her blouse.
"See what I mean?" Joanne laughed.
"I'd do a lot more to you than just play with your tits,
darling," Gary said softly and kissed her left ear. He felt her
hard nipples through the thin material of her blouse and smiled.
"I'll go and pour our drinks. Make yourself at home."
Dave wasn't the least bit surprised to see Joanne walk out onto
the balcony right after
her but stopped when he heard
his head and saw him pointing at the open door to the balcony and
making little pushing movements with his hands. Dave grinned
mischievously when he understood what he wanted. He closed the
door silently and sat down on the couch facing the window,
waiting for
"Now the view is twice as nice, isn't it?" he asked and sat down
three glasses on the coffee table.
"Sure is," Dave agreed without taking his eyes off Joanne's
backside. "What a body that girl has. And she's pretty smart,
too. If I were you, I'd take her up on her offer to move in with
you."
down. "She won't. She's just kidding. Joanne needs a lot of
personal space. She couldn't stand having somebody close by
24/7." He took a sip from his drink and looked at her standing on
the balcony. "You can play with her, but you can't lock her in."
"Ain't that the truth," Dave sighed.
Joanne was leaning on the railing, following a small boat with her
eyes as it made its way down the river and disappeared around a
bend. Then her gaze wandered aimlessly along the nightly skyline
and finally settled down on the little park eight floors below
her.
Although it was almost
along the pathways or sitting on the lawn. Joanne paid particular
attention to the couples. Friends or lovers? Would they spend the
night together or go their separate ways?
The ringing of her cellular phone drew her out of her reverie.
Who would be calling her at this time of night, she wondered idly
as she wrestled the phone from the back pocket of her tight jeans
and flipped the cover open. "Hello night owl, you're too late! I
already have a date."
"I know."
Joanne was perplexed for a second, then burst out laughing when
she recognized the voice. "
"Your drink is waiting," he reminded her softly. "But you'll have
to be a nice girl and do as I tell you if you want it."
"I'm always a nice girl," she purred into the phone. She tore her
eyes off the couple she had been following around the park and
took a step towards the door. "Hey, the door has fallen shut. Let
me in, will you?"
"It hasn't fallen shut, Joanne darling, we closed it. And now you
need to convince us that you'll be nice enough to let you back
in."
Joanne knew that
quite figure out yet what he was driving at. "Hmmm, and how would
I do that?"
"Promise you'll let us do anything we want to do with you."
"Sure, that's what I'm here for."
"Promise!"
"Okay, I promise."
"You promise what?"
Joanne was getting impatient. "Did you have too much to drink
tonight? I promise to let you do anything you want to do with me.
Now let me in!"
"I'm not quite convinced yet," the voice from the phone said
teasingly. "Unbutton your blouse."
"That's all?" Joanne laughed. Her hand went to the top button and
unbuttoned it. Then the next one, and the next one, until she
reached the waistband of her jeans.
"No, that's not all, but it's a start. You forgot a couple of
buttons, I think."
Joanne pulled at the front of her blouse and unbuttoned the part
that had been tugged into her jeans. "There you are," she grinned
at her friends through the window. "What's next?"
"Show us how hard your nipples are."
Now that's easy, she thought. She pulled her blouse open and
pushed her chest out until her nipples almost touched the glass.
"See? They're hard. What about your dicks? Are they hard?"
"Joanne, my darling, I know your nipples can get harder than that.
I've seen them before, remember? I think you need to work on them
a little."
"Why don't you let me in and work on them yourself?" But she knew
he wouldn't. The game wasn't over yet. She brought her free hand
up and lightly rubbed her palm over one nipple, then the other.
They responded instantly and got fully erect. "Better now?"
"Good enough for now. Now--"
"Hey, what about your dicks? Are they hard?"
"Who cares?"
"I care! Why should I work so hard to get back in if you're not
in a position to do anything with me?" She watched through the
window as the men looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
Gotcha! she thought.