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I’m touching higher up on my inner thigh now.
“Try, my love,” she says to the woman.
The woman groans and sucks harder while the escort continues stroking her own clit. She called the woman ‘her love.’ She knows her favorite restaurant and wine. I don’t even know my usual partner’s name. The escort removes her hand from her own panties and places it on her lover’s breast instead as the woman continues to suck.
“Oh, God,” the escort gasps out. “Yes, just like that, baby. Make me come.”
And she does. The escort comes without touching herself; she comes just with this woman’s lips around her nipple. My hand moves even higher, and I’m dangerously close to touching myself. The escort pushes her partner flat onto the bed, and I watch as she hovers over the woman and kisses her deeply. Her partner’s arms are around her neck. She’s holding the escort on top of herself, wanting to kiss her like this – like it matters. The escort’s hips start rolling down into her, and they forget I’m here again.
I can’t look away. I’m a foot apart from them, and they’ve completely forgotten about that, but I can’t look away from them. I want to come so badly. I want one of them to touch me. I want to touch them. Hell, I just want an orgasm.
I watch the escort’s ass as she rolls down into her lover while continuing to kiss her. Her hand disappears between them, and I know she’s inside her partner now. She makes her come once this way. Then, she lowers her mouth and takes her that way.
“Oh, I’ve missed you,” the member says while she holds her partner’s head in place with one hand and massages her own breast with the other.
I can’t help it any longer – I move my hand between my legs and start stroking over my bikinis. I’m so wet that it’s easy to feel through my underwear. I feel myself harden at my touch, and I bite my lower lip. I stare up at the ceiling to try to calm my need, and the women next to me aren’t helping very much. The member comes hard. Her hips fly off the bed, and her partner pushes her back down. I stare at the ceiling and remove my hand. I have to stop. I stand up and look down at them.
“Sit on my face,” the woman tells the escort.
The other woman moves up her body and hovers over her mouth.
“Fuck me with your tongue,” the escort commands.
The woman moans and lowers her partner’s body until she’s sucking on her. I can’t keep watching this and not come, so I turn and go. I’m standing with my back pressed to the wall when I see into the room across the hall – it’s the friends. They’re taking off their clothes. Maybe they were late, too. I watch as they slowly remove their clothing and climb into bed together.
“I love you,” I hear one of them say.
“I love you, too,” the other one replies.
I watch them make love, and it’s beautiful. There’s passion there that comes not from lust but from love. It’s so sweet, I almost look away because it should be private, but they like it when people watch, so I stand there and do just that until they finish. When the one on top shifts, she notices me standing there just outside the door.
“You can come in,” she says.
“I was just leaving,” I reply, hooking my thumb in the direction of the stairs.
“She wanted to be here,” she says.
“What?” I say.
The woman lies back, and her wife sits between her legs. They’re not touching one another, but they are naked and pressed to one another, so I walk in slowly but don’t intend to stay.
“She wanted to come tonight – she couldn’t.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know,” I say and turn to go.
“It’s not really my place, but she had a death in the family.”
“She what?” I ask, turning back around.
“I won’t give you details, but she did tell us it was okay to let you know that she wanted to be here and that she plans on coming back next time. Someone really important to her passed away.”
“Oh, my God,” I say, sitting on the edge of their bed, facing away from them. “I…”
I nearly say that I should be with her right now; that I should be holding her and taking care of her, but I’m not her girlfriend. I’m someone she meets once a month for sex that I’m paying for.
“You care about her, don’t you?” the other woman asks.
I turn my head to her and nod.
