Dream vs Reality - part 7

Part 7

Lisa sat upright on the bed, her dress slipping off in one smooth movement, revealing deep red lingerie that hugged her curves. She straightened her posture, legs stretched in front of her, eyes playful and sparkling.

J set the small bag down, momentarily frozen by the sight — Lisa, confident and glowing, and Estella beside her, a shimmering contrast of elegance and mischief.

“J,” Lisa purred, tilting her head toward Estella’s feet, “why don’t you take her heels off?”

J moved forward, hands trembling slightly, fingers brushing the straps as he slid the shoes from Estella’s delicate feet. She shifted, twisting on the bed with a soft laugh, moving like a mermaid on dry land as she tried to sit upright next to Lisa.

“Can we have some water?” Lisa asked softly, her voice a teasing mix of need and care.

J unpacked the bottle, kicking off his own shoes, eyes flicking up just in time to catch the moment: Lisa, already emboldened, leaning in with a grin.

“Would you like to feel?” Lisa asked Estella, her hand sliding up her own torso, fingertips grazing the edge of her bra.

Estella’s eyes sparkled, glancing at J with a silent question — waiting for his approval. J, breathless, nodded faintly. As he watched, Estella smiled and reached out, her fingers tracing slow, curious circles over Lisa’s body.

“Wait for me…” J whispered, his voice raw, but the women only giggled. Estella’s hand kept moving, learning, exploring.

J sat down beside them on the bed, cracking open the water bottle and handing it to Lisa. She sipped, her gaze never leaving Estella, then passed the bottle along. Estella drank, cool water running down her throat, even as Lisa’s hands tugged the dress from Estella’s shoulders, peeling it away inch by inch.

J watched, nearly trembling, as Lisa leaned in, lips brushing Estella’s neck, drawing a soft, surprised gasp. Not sure where to put himself, J stood, heart hammering, and slowly stripped off his shirt, pants, socks — left in only his tight underwear, his arousal impossible to hide.

On the bed, Lisa was fully immersed now, sliding down Estella’s body, lifting her dress, her mouth trailing kisses along the line where skin met panties. Estella laughed softly, until Lisa’s tongue found her, and laughter gave way to sighs, then sharper little breaths.

Estella’s eyes flicked to J, her fingers reaching, grazing over his thighs. J inched closer, knees on the bed, pressing forward until he felt her touch, even through the fabric of his underwear — light, electric, unbearable.

Lisa, determined and hungry, pulled Estella’s panties aside, exploring eagerly with lips and tongue, like she wanted this more than even J did. Estella’s head tipped back, her mouth open, soft sounds escaping, her body arching as Lisa worked her magic.

J’s heart pounded; his entire body felt tight, trembling on the edge.

“Stop… girls,” he blurted suddenly, voice cracked with need.

Both women paused, blinking up at him in surprise. Estella opened her eyes slowly; Lisa sat back, her bra half-off, a flush on her cheeks.

J stumbled off the bed, running a hand through his hair, chest heaving. “It’s too hot… I can’t take it…”

Estella slid to the end of the bed, her dress half-on, feet dangling. Lisa moved beside her, reaching instinctively for J, realization dawning in her eyes.

“Sorry, J,” Lisa murmured, her voice soft, contrite.

For a beat, the room was still — two beautiful women, lingerie tangled, half-undressed, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching him.

Estella tilted her head slightly, her voice gentle. “What do you want to do, J?”

Lisa’s hand brushed his. She gave a small, sheepish smile. “We got a little carried away, didn’t we, baby?”

J exhaled hard, running both hands down his face, trying to ground himself.

“I just… need a little break,” he said hoarsely, his body still tight, his mind spinning.

The three of them sat in the soft light, the tension thick, the night not over yet — just paused, waiting, like a held breath.