Threesome Passion in the Boutique

He tugged the top down slightly, just shy of exposing me, creating a tantalizing balance. His hands pressed firmly against my breasts, filling out the cups, the pressure making my chest feel fuller, almost spilling over. The sensation was electric, stirring something deep within me.

The thong was another story. As Marcus adjusted it, the thin strip nestled tightly between my labia, leaving the lower part of my crotch exposed. He slid two fingers under the front triangle to reposition it, brushing my pubic hair, my clit, and the sensitive entrance of my vagina. My breath caught as he worked, his touch lingering just long enough to blur the line between professional and provocative.

– This is way too small, – he said, his voice steady but his eyes locked on mine.

My initial indignation melted into a pulsing excitement. What had felt intrusive now felt intoxicating.

– Let’s try a new top too; this one’s too loose, – he added.

Without retreating to the fitting room, I unhooked the bra right there, baring my chest in front of both Nathan and Marcus. I laughed, half – joking, – Maybe I should just go topless and skip all this fuss.

My breasts aren’t showstoppers, but standing exposed in that small boutique felt thrillingly taboo. The air was charged, my skin tingling under their gazes.

Marcus handed me a new top, helping me slip it on with no pretense of modesty. His hands boldly lifted my breasts, fingers grazing my nipples, which hardened instantly under his touch. He assured me the fabric would hold up even in cold water, keeping my modesty intact. His fingers lingered, circling my nipples briefly, sending a jolt of heat through me.

My arousal was undeniable now, a warm ache spreading through my core. When Marcus handed me a new thong, I didn’t hesitate. I stripped off the too – small bottoms right there, standing naked before both men. Nathan had seen me countless times, and Marcus’s hands had already explored enough that privacy felt pointless.

As I slid off the thong, Marcus stopped me. – One moment, – he said, his voice low. – Your labia are quite prominent, which is causing the fit issues. – His hand moved to my crotch, fingers gliding over my labia, parting them slightly. The touch was deliberate, his fingertips slick with my growing wetness, teasing the sensitive folds as my body responded eagerly.

I glanced at Nathan, whose pants now sported a noticeable bulge. We’d played teasing games before – me tugging my bikini down at the beach to flash a hint of pubic hair, knowing it drove him wild – but this was uncharted territory, a stranger pulling us into a new realm of desire.

Marcus’s hands traced my hips, his touch slow and deliberate, as if memorizing my curves for the design. My body was humming, every nerve alight.

Unable to hold back, I acted on impulse. As Marcus knelt to take measurements, I grabbed his head, guiding his mouth to my aching core, pressing him against me with a needy moan. My legs parted, inviting him closer.

His tongue found my clit instantly, lapping with slow, deliberate strokes, exploring every fold of my vagina. He slid a finger inside me, my wetness making it effortless, while his tongue swirled higher, teasing my clit with maddening precision. My hips bucked against his face, chasing the pleasure.

Nathan closed the distance, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger we hadn’t shared in years. His hands found my breasts, kneading them, then yanked the bikini top up, freeing my nipples to the air. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak as I gasped. My nipples, rock – hard, throbbed under his attention, each pull of his mouth sending sparks to my core.

Marcus and Nathan exchanged a knowing glance, no words needed. They maneuvered a small table into the fitting area, and I was gently laid across it, my body open and trembling with anticipation. My legs fell apart naturally, my arousal leaving me shamelessly exposed.

Marcus intensified his efforts, now sliding two fingers deep inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot as his mouth worked my clit. His lips and chin grazed my pubic hair, slick with my juices, his tongue relentless as it flicked and sucked. My hips rocked against him, my moans filling the small space.

Nathan, meanwhile, had freed his erection, thick and pulsing, and brought it to my lips. I took him in eagerly, my tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salt of his arousal. I sucked hard, my lips tight around him, fighting the urge to bite down in my fervor. His groans fueled me, my mouth working him with desperate hunger.

As Nathan neared climax, he pulled back, his release splashing across my face, warm and thick. I licked my lips, savoring the taste, chasing every drop with my tongue.

Marcus stood, his own arousal evident as he positioned himself between my thighs. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer, urging him inside. He entered me in one swift thrust, filling me completely. My wetness made every movement slick, his cock slipping in and out as he pumped into me with a steady, relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my walls clenching around him.