Three—By Invitation Only by Neale Sourna [erotic short story]

Three—By Invitation Only by Neale Sourna

I watched them flirting for an hour or more, and was starting to get a seriously impatient hard-on, the kind you need to shoot off, in the proper setting—buried deep in her exquisite, humid pleasure mine.

I was past my limit for waiting. Which I hate, and she knows it.

It’d been two whole days, and nights (which is long for us).

“Hiatuses are good”, she says.

I say, “Hiatus bad, fucking Sandy till she whimpers and gasps, is good. Real good.”

Before, at home, she’d cracked her dressing door open, while we’d gotten ready, separately; that’s so I can’t touch her.

“It’d ruin the game, of anticipation,” she says.

However, I may watch her dress, stepping into stilettos, slinking into a shapely silk dress. Beneath that, her glorious skin only. No underwear, usually, not when we go hunting; just fruit oils, different scents and flavors, massaged all over her highly responsive body, while in front of the full length, triple mirror; my gift....[more]