Nick, Mimi & Me
I woke up this morning, swung my wet noodles over the edge of the bed and made my way to the kitchen. Naked, parched, and staggering along I glanced at my reflection in the hallway mirror and mused over the shit-eating grin glowing across my face. Was it a glorious dream that left the red rings around my wrists and one snake skin thong hanging from a bed post? But then that's Mimi, she always leaves something of herself behind as if to say "Mimi was here". Last night was an experience prized in an already impressive collection of experiences.
Mimi and I met several years ago at an antiques auction. I had outbid her on a beautiful set of old Waterford cab glasses. And as I was collecting them and getting ready to leave the chaos of the auction a sexy, confident, and beautiful woman sauntered up to me and said "I have a bottle of Malbec in my car that would love to be consumed from those glasses you have there". She smiled, her olive skin glowing, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes shining and black as midnight. I had no other plans for the evening. Wine and good company sounded nice. "I just live a few blocks that way on Casper, wanna follow me?" And thus began the story of Mimi and Kitten. Another tale for another time.
This story begins with Mimi and her now signature bottle of Malbec knocking on my door at half past ten. My buddy Nick and I were sharing war stories of our various experiences in different bands and other music projects. Nick is a drummer. He and I met while I was doing some studio work for his "band of the moment". A fun project where I got to howl out some well crafted tunes, was well paid, and then heard myself every time I turned on the stupid radio for the next six months. Oh well, so it goes.
Let me tell you a little about our friend Nick. He has the soul of an ancient warrior who somehow in this lifetime gets to run around in Reebok's and make an impressive living hitting things. His body is one beautifully sculpted highly functional work of art. His golden blond hair falls thick and sexy when it's not all moused up and angry for a gig, bangs falling over those haunting blue eyes, eyes that have the ability to x-ray all your thoughts, leaving you to believe that he knows every dark secret you had so cleverly tucked away. The only kind of people afraid of Nick are ones terrified by the concept of intimacy, poor devils don't know the joys they are missing. The boy has the face of an angel and the heart of a saint.
Nick and Mimi are very different people and they really only tolerate each other for my sake.
Mimi enters the room with a turquoise thong showing on her willowy curved hips, disappearing under black leather hip huggers. Her lovely smooth midriff exposed below a deep berry-colored cropped top that would invited anyone with a pulse to give pause and take a deep breath in admiration of her shamelessly flaunted charms. God, that girl can make me smile. She is to be admired. In her wake she leaves you wondering what just hit you and why does it feel so good? The sudden and intense bitch-slap of inspiration leaves her target glowing, happy, and, well.....kinda sore. What's not to like?
Mimi spouts off to Nick as she crosses the living room and into the kitchen to open and pour wine, "hey there old buddy, you got somewhere else to be tonight? I was planning on spending some quality time with my favorite girl here." She put a hand gently up to my cheek and planted a purely lipstick cliche on me. I could not help reacting with a little moan and a quick breath of anticipation. As I glanced over at Nick, he was leaning comfortably back in his usual chair, grinning from ear to ear. He then put his feet up on the ottoman, took a tug off his cigar and gazed for a moment at the Cognac swirling around his usual Bohemian crystal snifter. Nick then looked up at me, gazing intently into my eyes, but addressing Mimi he said, "Oh, I think there is enough kitty cat for both of us to stroke. And anyway, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, so deal with it, Little Lady".
Mimi wrinkled her nose, smacked her lips and exclaimed in that low, sultry voice that makes my knees go weak, "Okay Nick, we'll just have to see what you've got, won't we?"
Nick flashed one of his trademark Hollywood smiles at me, moved real close to my face and whispered, again to Mimi, "You're on, bitch". He then leaned in and kissed me slow and deep. I was wet and practically breathless anticipating the cherished blur of what lay ahead.
There I was, on my hands and knees leaning into Nick's kiss when I felt Mimi's hand moving up the inside of my thigh then resting at and caressing between my legs. She gently pulled my panties down and carefully removed them. My hips were soon rocking gently back and forth on her now slippery and ever so skilled tongue. "Oh Mimi, baby, that's so good" I whispered.
"Unfair, home team advantage", Nick protested. "Shut up and take off your pants", I responded. Nick wasted no time in shedding his faded Levis, exposing his chiseled body. I came with the next tickle of Mimi's tongue. My cries of passion could have awakened the neighbors. Thankfully the were vacationing in Florida. Mimi sat back glowing in the satisfaction of a job well done and taking a moment to enjoy the visuals with a few sips of wine.
"Shall we retire to the bedroom you two?", Mimi suggested. Off we went to punish the hell out of my four poster bed for a while. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed what was left of my clothing. Mimi sat in a chair by the wall mirror, now stripped down to a lovely snake-skin thong and black underwire bra (about a 34C, I would guess). She crossed her legs and leaned back with her glass of wine.
Nick stood facing me, his proud erection tall and textured in veiny shades of hot flowing red and a hint of plum. A beautiful creature, steel-bunned, flat bellied, blond-cropped, blue-eyed, Hairy Chested Nut Hatch, and such glorious plumage! I reached out to stroke, touch, and otherwise explore, but Nick had other ideas. He let me caress a little then scooped me up and threw me onto the center of the bed. He then pulled two sets of handcuffs from a nearby dresser drawer. How did he know where those were?
Before I knew it my wrists were firmly attached one to each poster at the head of my bed and he climbed on to me in a sixty nine sort of way. Finally, that hard red lollypop cock of his became my candy for a while, so sweet and velvety smooth. It always seems as if he is going to explode at any minute, but no, he doesn't. His face between my legs with a little rough stubble made me moan and rock and just as I was about to come with my mouth wrapped around his proud manhood, he stopped and looked over at Mimi who was playing with a little battery-operated device she had pulled from her purse earlier. "I would say our little kitty owes you one, wouldn't you, Little Lady?"
Before I knew it Mimi was on her knees with her sex hovering just over my face, her ass facing Nick as he entered me and began pumping for all he was worth. Mimi made me beg.
"Oh Baby please I want to taste you. I want to feel you come on my tongue and then I want to lick my lips and remember you all day tomorrow".
Mimi accepted my invitation and I dined on her banquet of delight until she squeeled out in pleasure and nearly smothered me. Mimi slowly moved off of me and leaned down to kiss me and enjoy her taste on my lips. Nick was still fucking me hard, like a volcano. Mimi took a drink of wine and passed it into my mouth from hers. Ah... so in heaven. She sat back on a pillow by my head and stroked my hair. Nick now more able to line himself up closer with me, leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Pussy or mouth?" "I want to drink you all up tonight", I whispered back.
He then uncuffed me from the bed and I sat on the edge once again, Nick standing in front of me. I pulled him close and devoured the veiny, proud sculpture between his legs. Following the contours with the tip of my tongue, slowly licking the tip of his... and then back down embracing him in the warm and wet that lives beyond my lips. I opened my mouth taking in a cooling breath further stimulating the many sensations that bring pleasure to this fascinating appendage. Finally, Nick could take no more and exploded down my throat in two or three great thrusts. I was already waxing nostalgic as warm, banana cream cum trickled down my chin, mmm...
The three of us then collapsed in a heap and slept for a while. When I awoke they were both gone. Nick had left a fresh pot of coffee and a beautiful breakfast on the stove for reheating. Traces of Mimi included the remains of a bottle of Malbec and, well, that snakeskin thong on one poster of my bed.
I think I'll leave it there. This will be a very good day. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
Kathryn aka Kitten