[ Shadowheart likes being a third. She imagines the two men she's courting would see her as the center of this particular rendezvous, but she's quite interested in their existing dynamic, and wonders if they've ever shared like this before.
She shows up to dinner in a sheer blouse and corseted skirt, a hand-rolled joint in her pocket. There's a proper table set up for dinner, but by their third cocktail each they've sprawled out on the sheepskin rugs and comfortable floor poufs. Shadowheart's drinking something floral and bubbly when she offers to share her joint, loose-limbed from smoke and champagne.
There's a warm silence between them. Shadowheart passes the joint to Giles, leaning across the rug so he can enjoy the view of her tits down her blouse, and then--without preamble, though the whole evening's been a preamble--slides on her knees to Stephen, so she can hook one across and straddle his lap. ]
Should we give Rupert a taste of what he missed the other night?
[ Her voice low, conspiratorial. She glances over her shoulder at Giles, braid swishing with the movement; anchors one of her hands at the nape of Stephen's neck, and uses the other to guide one of his to the curve of her ass, the hem of her skirt biting high into the meat of her thighs with her legs spread as they are. Though she is wearing panties, on this occasion, light blue lace to match the rest. ]
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She shows up to dinner in a sheer blouse and corseted skirt, a hand-rolled joint in her pocket. There's a proper table set up for dinner, but by their third cocktail each they've sprawled out on the sheepskin rugs and comfortable floor poufs. Shadowheart's drinking something floral and bubbly when she offers to share her joint, loose-limbed from smoke and champagne.
There's a warm silence between them. Shadowheart passes the joint to Giles, leaning across the rug so he can enjoy the view of her tits down her blouse, and then--without preamble, though the whole evening's been a preamble--slides on her knees to Stephen, so she can hook one across and straddle his lap. ]
Should we give Rupert a taste of what he missed the other night?
[ Her voice low, conspiratorial. She glances over her shoulder at Giles, braid swishing with the movement; anchors one of her hands at the nape of Stephen's neck, and uses the other to guide one of his to the curve of her ass, the hem of her skirt biting high into the meat of her thighs with her legs spread as they are. Though she is wearing panties, on this occasion, light blue lace to match the rest. ]