Maybe I would splurge a bit for my upcoming 40th birthday, and book her for a few lazy afternoon hours.
I now found myself lying in her bed, Taylor lying on top of me.
Her head was on resting on my chest, her breasts against my belly button. As Taylor stroked my side gently from ribs to thigh, a stirring occured as my cock filled with blood again.
"I'm glad you aren't too relaxed, because I'm not finished with you yet",
Taylor purred as she ground her pussy lips against my leg. "It's time for
another shower."
She got up, and taking me by the hand, led me to the bathroom. The remains
of our previous trip were still there, bits of soap on the counter, and
a small puddle of shaving cream in the corner. My balls were now hairless,
and they felt great. Silky, smooth, and apparently great smelling.
Into the spray, hot water on my head, and Taylor put a hungry tongue in my mouth as she pushed me against the wall. "I like your ass", she told me. "I really liked seeing your ass in biking shorts when you arrived", she 
elaborated. Ever the tease, Taylor scouped a bit of forlorn shaving cream, and placing it between her breasts, rubbed herself down my body. Then, as quickly as she started, she stopped, got out, and found some more towels.
"Put your nice pants on, and comb your hair. I have a shirt for you." she instructed. "Underwear not permitted", she added as she closed the bedroom door behind her. I watched her amazing ass disappear behind the door.
I exited the bathroom, found my stuff, unrolled the suit pants she had told me to bring, and put them on. For good measure, I put on some black dress socks, and combed my hair.
Taylor emerged in a simple dress. It was satin, sleaveless.
It tied behind her neck, leaving her back open. Taylor's lovely breasts filled the dress. She watched me follow her curves down to where the dress hugged her hips like it was painted on. The dress finished just below her
knees.
After I'd pulled it on, Taylor's hands happily found my pecks and squeezed them through the shirt.
"Come, sit with me sexy.". It was hardly an invitation, more of a command. We sat on the couch where we had started the afternoon, where she had given be the most amazing lapdance, one that hadn't finished until I had finished.
I recalled how she'd undressed me and then shaved me in the bathroom, alternatively gift wrapping my cock in cream and soap, and unwrapping it again.
Taylor turned on the TV, and sitting next to me, put one some asian massage soft porn film she had. "relax, enjoy", she told me.
It wasn't more than 5 minutes before there was a soft knock at the door. "come in", Taylor said to my surprise. The door opened and a woman walked in. She hung up the trench coat she was wearing. Underneath she was wearing a very sensual sweater dress. It was a turtle neck, and it outlined her
long neck rather elegantly. My eye drawn the eye down to her sweet perky ass.
The cream coloured cashmere of the dress hugged her perky ass, and finished just above her knees. Her long, multicolour, hair was pinned up, and she wore fine elbow length gloves.
I stood up to greet her, hoping she here to join us.
My manhood stood up too, rather obviously, and Taylor, reached into my front pocket, and grabbed and stroked me. This new lady would have no doubt about my interest.
"Lover, I want you to meet my friend, Sailor Munroe."
(Taylor stroked my cock as she said the word "meet"/"meat")
I laughed, realizing that Taylor and Sailor rhymed. Sailor looked nothing like the Japanese pre-pubescent girl, she was all woman... the dress barely contained her bosom. In her best Marilyn impression, Sailor said, "I'm here,
Mr. President, to wish you a happy birthday!"
Sailor leaned forward to kiss me, pressing herself against me, and then turned her head and kissed Taylor. "please sit", Taylor told us, taking a water jug on a site table and filling three glasses with fresh water.
With arm arm around each lady, we kissed again, three tongues, six lips.
Two hands stroked the front of my pants.
ZIP went my fly.
(see part two)
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