Faro woke up with the first light of dawn filtering through the windows of his South Bank apartment. The city was quiet, the usual hum of traffic and chatter not yet begun. He padded to the kitchen, the cool wooden floors beneath his feet, and set about making coffee. The rich aroma filled the air as he waited for the brew to finish. He poured himself a cup and stepped out onto the terrace, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the warmth of the coffee in his hands.
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the city. Faro leaned against the railing, taking a sip of his coffee as he surveyed the view. His gaze fell on the clothesline, where two pairs of panties hung to dry. One was a vibrant red, the other a soft yellow. He knew without a doubt that the red belonged to Rita and the yellow to Ronda. The sight of them sent a jolt of excitement through him. He set his coffee down and approached the clothesline, his heart pounding in his chest.
He reached out and gently touched the red panty, the soft fabric smooth against his fingers. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, the scent of Rita’s pussy filling his senses. The aroma was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk and the faint hint of her perfume. He could almost taste her on his tongue, and his cock stirred in his pants.
Faro moved on to the yellow panty, his fingers tracing the delicate lace. He brought them to his nose and inhaled, the scent of Ronda’s pussy even more potent. The mix of their scents was driving him wild, and he could feel his dick throbbing in his pants. He decided to take a risk and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He began to stroke himself, his eyes closed as he imagined the two women in front of him, their bodies naked and ready for his touch.
He could almost see Rita’s full lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He could feel Ronda’s soft hands on his balls, her fingers gently massaging them as she took his dick deep into her throat. The thought of them both together, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and lust, was enough to send him over the edge.
Faro’s orgasm hit him hard, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum spurting out onto the terrace floor. He groaned, his body shaking with the force of his release. He leaned against the railing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure.
As he caught his breath, he heard the soft sound of a door opening behind him. He turned to see Ronda standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise. “Faro, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Faro looked at her, his eyes meeting hers. He could see the curiosity and desire in her gaze, and he knew she had seen everything. “I couldn’t resist,” he said, his voice low and husky. “The scent of your panty, the thought of you and Rita, it was too much to bear.”
Ronda’s eyes flickered with excitement. “And what if I told you that Rita and I have been talking about you?” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “We’ve been wondering what it would be like to have you join us.”
Faro’s cock twitched at the thought, already hardening again. “I’d say I’m more than ready to find out,” he replied, his voice filled with desire.
Ronda smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then why don’t you come inside and show us just how much you want it?” she said, stepping aside to let him pass.
Faro followed her inside, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew that this was just the beginning of a wild and erotic adventure, and he couldn’t wait to see where it would take them. As he entered the master bedroom of the apartment, he could hear the soft sounds of Rita’s voice coming from the bedroom, her words a seductive invitation that sent shivers down his spine.
Rita was lying on the bed, her body naked and glistening with sweat. She looked up as he entered, her eyes filled with lust. “Faro, you’re just in time,” she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. “Ronda and I have been waiting for you.”
Faro’s cock throbbed at the sight of her, his body aching with need. He knew that this was going to be a night to remember, a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He crawled onto the bed, his hands roaming over Rita’s body as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Ronda joined them, her hands on his back, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against him, her nipples hard and erect. He reached out and grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer.
The three of them moved together, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and lust. Faro’s hands roamed over their bodies, his fingers exploring every inch of their skin. He could feel their desire, their need for him, and it fueled his own passion.
He moved between Rita’s legs, his cock hard and ready. He pushed into her, his dick sliding deep into her pussy. She moaned, her body arching against him as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body responding to his every touch.
Faro wakes up.
Rita stirred in the dim glow of the SouthBank apartment guest bedroom, catching the sound of Faro’s uneven breathing. She turned toward him and saw his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat. His fists were clenched as though he had been fighting invisible enemies in his sleep.
“Faro…” Rita whispered, brushing her hand gently over his shoulder. He jolted awake, eyes wide, sweat dripping down his temple. She immediately noticed the tension in his body—and the obvious arousal pressing against the fabric of his clothes all wet.
“You’re drenched,” she said softly, her green eyes narrowing with both concern and curiosity. “What were you dreaming about, sweety?”
Faro sat up slowly, wiping the sweat from his brow, his breathing still uneven. Rita was watching him carefully, her hand lingering on his arm.
He hesitated, then met her gaze. “It… it wasn’t a nightmare this time,” he said, his voice low.
Her brow arched, curiosity deepening. “Then what had you thrashing in your sleep, Faro?”
He swallowed hard, his chest tight. “It was you,” he admitted. “I dreamed of you, Rita… of sniffing your dirty red panty.”
The words hung heavy in the bedroom, echoing faintly against the wall. Rita didn’t move her hand away. Instead, she tilted her head, studying him with that mix of softness and curiosity she always carried.
“You’ve been dreaming of my panty for as long as I can remember, sweety.” she said quietly, almost knowingly and went back to her sleep.