A Second Opinion

I Love your Legs by Louis Loizides Mitsu

Emma watched him as he moved across the balcony, talking into his phone. She sipped her wine and indulged in the opportunity to stare at this gorgeous man without fear of getting caught. His blond hair was ruffled where he kept running his hand through it. They had gone to dinner straight after work and were now back at her place. This was not the first date and she was ready to take it further, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to get a second opinion. She smiled to herself and pulled out her phone, it took only minutes for the messages to be exchanged and she was just putting her phone away when he rejoined her on the couch.
"Sorry about that," he apologised as he topped up their glasses. "I've turned it off now, so no more interruptions. I'm all yours." He smiled at her and she felt herself flush.
"As tempting as that sounds, I hope you're up for one last interruption." She held his gaze, pausing as she let him wonder. "I have a feeling you won't mind."

Mrs A stood at the door in a short black dress and heels, her hair long and loose around her shoulders. She gave Emma a lingering, soft kiss before following her inside.
"This should be fun," she smiled at Emma when she saw what was waiting inside.
When the introductions had been made and drinks topped up, Emma nodded at Mrs A, who turned her attention to the man in front of her.
"Forgive me for intruding on your date. I promise I will leave you two alone soon. Do you know why I'm here?"
"There is no need to apologise, Mrs A. As Emma predicted, I don't mind. In fact, I'm quite intrigued." The slight smile and eyes bright with excitement reminded her of her husband - that had to be a good sign.
"It seems my friend is very taken by you, and I can certainly see why. You may know that Emma and I are quite close. We have a special relationship..." she paused for a moment, "we sometimes like to have fun together." She waited again, letting the words sink in. "Do you think that would be a problem for you?"
To his credit, his eyes never left hers and his face betrayed nothing. The only clue that he had understood her meaning was in his eyes. They burned with heat and she felt her pulse quicken.
"It would be a crazy man that would stand in the way of a gorgeous woman and her equally gorgeous special friend," he spoke softly. "I've been called a lot of things...crazy is not one of them."


The sexual tension in the room was thick as they all waited to see where it would go next.
"I may be wrong, but I am getting the sense that you have been called over to give a second opinion on me," he laughed, clearly amused by the situation.
"Yes, that about sums it up," she raised her glass to him and smiled back. "Although, I do believe Emma was quite capable of making this decision on her own. Perhaps my naughty little friend had something more in mind."
Emma flushed as they both looked at her.
"Maybe she was hoping you would...put me through my paces, so to speak," he suggested. "That way she could see what was on offer and you would be able to make a more informed decision."
Mrs A turned back to him, eyebrow raised. She knew that this was exactly what Emma had in mind and was delighted that he could read her so well. The fact that he was so open to their fun was even better. This match was looking more and more promising.
"I'm game if you are," she crossed her legs and her dress lifted just enough to reveal the tops of her sheer black stockings. "I have no doubt you will not disappoint."
He sat his glass down and walked over to where she sat. He said nothing, just held his hand out to her. She followed him across the room to a wall of floor to ceiling windows. Below them the city bustled with cars and people, behind them Emma watched silently.
"If we're going to play for an audience, let's make it a proper audience," he whispered in her ear and her breath caught. She turned her head and he kissed her softly. Tongue skating lightly over her lips before sliding in in search of hers. She felt him lift her dress up slowly, revealing her to anyone who cared to look. Up and over her head, until she stood in a black satin corset, stockings and heels. He stood back and took her in for a moment while he removed his shirt, revealing a smooth, muscled torso.
Kneeling before her, he removed her shoes and stockings. His fingers lightly moving across her thighs and sending shivers along her spine. She leaned against the cool glass and closed her eyes as his lips moved in, kissing and nibbling as he removed the rest of her clothes. When he had her completely bare, he stood and turned her around to face the glass.
"Let them look at you," she heard him remove his clothes, then he was back in her ear. "They're going to watch as I fuck you."
She felt the cool glass pressing against her on one side and his warm, hard body pressing against her on the other. His hands were on her now. Rough and eager as he kneaded her tits and slid his fingers down between her legs. She parted them slightly and he groaned against her as he felt how wet she was. He began to circle her clit slowly and she reached behind to find him hard and ready. She worked him slowly, her grip growing firmer as his fingers moved faster.
"I need you to fuck me," her voice was hoarse with desire.
She bent forward slightly, her nipples hard against the cool window. His hands on her hips, he eased himself in, filling her and making her moan.
"Open your eyes and look," he said softly as he moved in and out of her.
In front of her people walked along the street, oblivious to what was happening just above their heads. But if they were to look up... The thought of being seen had her pushing against him, urging him to fuck her even harder.
"Play with yourself, gorgeous," he whispered.
Her fingers slid down and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold on for long. She expertly brought herself to the edge as he drove into her. She slowed, trying to wait, but he had other plans.
"Keep going, I wan't to feel you come around me. They want to see you come."
She surrendered, knowing that there was no stopping it now. Waves of pleasure rolled through her as she felt herself squeeze around him. She felt him still and looked back, knowing he was not yet finished.
Emma stood next to him, kissing him. Mrs A moved, allowing him to slide out of her and turned to face them.
"I'd say that it's a yes from me," she smiled. "But I think you've already guessed that."
Emma pulled her in, kissing her deeply.
He watched them, still hard and very turned on by the scene.
"I think you'd better look after this poor boy of yours," Mrs A smiled as they turned to look at him. "He's been patient enough, now he deserves to be rewarded."
Emma grinned, wicked as always. "Well Mrs A, I don't know if I'm up to the task of properly rewarding him. I think I might need a bit of help..."