Page 47 of Sailor's Delight

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Page 47 of Sailor's Delight

Jenn slid the bottom of Casey’s shirt up high enough to expose the little bump where his hip connected to his midsection. Jenn didn’t know what it was called, nor did she care. She brushed her fingertips down across the smooth, tan skin. Casey’s abs flinched, and he breathed out shakily. Jenn saw him glance over at Trey, his mouth wordlessly opening and closing.

“Don’t worry about it. He’s fine.” Jenn pushed the tips of her fingers down below the waistband of Casey’s shorts, and he tensed visibly, his legs attempting to straighten reflexively, pushing his head up into the ceiling of the cab. Jenn stopped her advance for a moment. She looked up into Casey’s face. “Should I stop?” she whispered.

With one more wide-eyed glance at Trey, Casey shook his head, reaching up with his opposite hand to grab the handle above the window. His other hand grabbed onto his knee, knuckles white. He straightened as much as he could, his posture clearly inviting Jenn to continue her advance into his pants. She accepted the invitation, slowly inching her fingers down, past his hip, across the hair on his thigh, until she found what she was looking for.

Jenn couldn’t help but gasp when her hand closed gently around him. The sheer girth of him was unbelievable. Her fingers only barely touched when she tried to circle entirely around him. She slid her closed hand up and down a few times,the skin of his shaft pulling up and down with each stroke. Casey groaned.

Jenn glanced up and made eye contact with the cabbie in the rearview mirror. The woman’s eyes were smiling. “Amiga, you sassy! You have what you need?”

Jenn blushed, and she asked, “I’m sorry?”

The cabbie glanced meaningfully between Trey and Casey, then she reached over and popped the glove compartment. Jenn could see a folded wad of condoms. “You have what you need? I like to take care of my customers!”

Jenn smiled, taken aback but emboldened by the woman’s unblinking support.

“I’ll let you know.”

Jenn released her grip on Casey and trailed her fingernails down his shaft, across his balls. He wheezed, a taut exhale. She looked up into his face and smiled, then cradled his sack in her hand and rolled down the top of his shorts with her wrist. She rotated her thumb beneath his length, flicking it free of the fabric. It sprang stiffly into the air, pointing straight at the ceiling.

“Oh, my god!” Jenn heard Casey whisper. He moved the hand on his knee up to join the other on the handle over the window, scanning uneasily outside the vehicle.

Jenn’s hungry eyes watched as Casey’s monstrous dick bobbed and swayed with every heartbeat, leaped with every involuntary contraction of his pelvic muscles.

“Oh, my god, indeed,” Jenn whispered as she allowed her fingers and palm to slide loosely up and down his cockseveral times, getting to know him. Casey groaned, and her smile widened. She gave him another several tugs, enjoying how responsive he was beneath her hand. Jenn glanced at Trey and saw that he was watching from the corner of his eye. She turned to look at him, and his eyes flicked to meet hers.

Maintaining eye contact with Trey and managing to maintain a steady pumping motion with the hand still encircling Casey, Jenn slowly slid her other hand from Trey’s thigh up to his belly. She gave him a gentle squeeze, then dropped her hand into his waistline. Trey closed his eyes as she gripped him lightly.

An erect penis now held in either hand, lightly stroking each warm appendage, Jenn couldn’t help but giggle. This was literally the stuff of dreams.

The driver glanced in the mirror, then turned to glance behind her and laughed.

“Dios mío! Two at once?”

Casey, who must have been unaware of what was happening with Jenn’s other hand, glanced over and whispered, “Jesus Christ!” Jenn closed her eyes, grinning like a fool and biting her lip, the warmth filling her hands also fanning the flame in her belly.

Trey shifted slightly, undoing the button and zipper of his pants and slipping them down to his thighs. Casey, without looking in Trey’s direction, followed suit, pulling the waist of his gym shorts down to his knees.

Jenn continued to stroke with both hands, reveling in the muted groans and grunts of the men beside her. Boardroom be damned:thiswas power. Slowing down led directly to heavingbreaths, pleading for more. Speeding up created breathless silence, punctuated by gasps.

Jenn released both men for a moment. She sought out each of their opposite hands and brought them to her, Casey’s to her breast, Trey’s to her waist, then returned her hands to the pink, shiny cocks on either side of her.

“Figure it out,” she grunted.

Both men did.

As Casey’s fingers began hungrily undoing buttons, Trey smoothly untied the tie of her shorts and slipped a hand down the front of them.

It was Jenn’s turn to gasp when Trey’s finger found her pussy and easily slipped in and out, the inner lips of her labia slick. He wet his finger with her, then withdrew it to slide upward to the little bud at the top of her vulva.

When Trey began making small circles with the tip of his middle finger, his thumb pressed against her belly and other fingers gently applying pressure on either side of her lips, Jenn allowed herself to groan aloud, swiveling her pelvis to add to the motion Trey was supplying.

“Ay!” Their cab driver laughed, adjusting on the seat. “If you don’t mind, I tune you out; you make it hard to drive!” She clicked on the radio, pushed a few buttons, and some slow, heavy Spanish rap began playing through the car’s speakers.

Casey’s fingers had managed to undo all of the buttons on Jenn’s shirt, and he pulled it down off her shoulders. Jenn paused with each hand long enough to slip both arms from the sleeves.

Casey paused, uncertain whether he should continue.

“Don’t stop there,” Jenn encouraged him with a brief smile.




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