Midas' Touch

Diner

Brandon's heart raced as he observed Lisa and Chelsea—their once reserved and doubtful attitude now replaced with an insatiable craving. With every slow, deliberate lick and caress on his throbbing member, the atmosphere grew heavy with longing, their meekness acting as a potent aphrodisiac to his senses. Their gaze, glazed over with desire, remained fixed on his as they adored him with their mouths. The taste of their lips and the sensation of their tongues sent shivers down Brandon's spine.

"Ah," he exhales a quivering breath, feeling the climax building him. The girls, sensing his impending release, doubled their efforts, their lips and tongues dancing in a rhythm. He threaded his fingers through their hair, guiding them, controlling the pace until the pleasure crested and broke over him in a hot, pulsing rush.

His essence splattered across their flushed cheeks. Lisa and Chelsea gazed at each other. Their tongues dart out simultaneously, licking every droplet that had painted their faces. They tasted him, the tangy and earthy flavor of his release. Brandon leaned back, watched the girls embraced each other with satisfied grind.

"Would you both like to have diner dinner at my place?" he asked.

"I would love to, Brandon," Lisa responded eagerly.

"I have no plans for the evening, so why not?" Chelsea agreed casually.

The girls got up and dressed quietly. Brandon observed them from where he sat on the bed, a mischievous smirk crossing his face. He put on his jeans and shirt before approaching them, playfully squeezing their breasts. In return, Chelsea and Lisa each kissed his cheek.

*****

Brandon turned the doorknob and stepped into his warmly lit apartment, with Lisa and Chelsea following closely behind.

"Welcome back, Brandon."

Lisa and Chelsea's attention was drawn to a woman who appeared before them. Her chestnut hair flowed down her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that exuded an otherworldly charm. She emanated an air of calmness and allure, leaving Lisa and Chelsea speechless as they stared in admiration.

"Lisa, Chelsea, this is Natalie, my sister," Brandon introduced them with a gesture.

"Hi," Lisa breathed out, her voice tinged with a mix of admiration and the remnants of her earlier fervor.

"Wow, you're stunning," Chelsea managed, more bold in her approach, yet still visibly impressed.

Natalie's lips curled into a knowing smile, as if accustomed to such reactions. "Thank you. It's lovely to meet both of you." She stepped forward, extending a graceful hand, which they each shook in turn, their touches lingering slightly longer than necessary.

Conversation flowed easily as they settle into the coziness of the dining area, the scent of food wafting from the kitchen. Inevitably, talk turned to the personal, a gentle probing by the curious duo of Lisa and Chelsea.

"What do you do for work?" Chelsea asked.

"Do you have a significant other?" Lisa chimed in.

"I actually just ended things with my boyfriend." Natalie admitted. "We both worked at the same company, so I decided to leave there also after the breakup."

The air in the room shifted slightly, becoming somewhat heavier, sadness flickering momentarily in Natalie's eyes. Lisa and Chelsea's fingers brushed lightly against her hand, offering quiet understanding and support. Then, as if making a conscious decision to push past her pain, Natalie's lips slanted into a bitter smile.

"You know how men can be sometimes," she continued, meeting Lisa and Chelsea's sympathetic gazes. "I was quite controlling with him which maybe led to our downfall." She confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper carried on the gentle breath of change.