With a fresh new glass of brandy in hand, Jo Jo sat there sipping in anxiety. What the fuck was taking those chicks so long? He heard the two of them giggling loud as fuck over the water. That was nearly five minutes ago. The water had stopped and the only audible sound was the music bumping softly from the entertainment system, which he lowered for the purpose of eavesdropping as much as he could from one and a half rooms over.
Suddenly, Jo Jo heard the bathroom door creak open, then from the corner of his eye saw a white blur zoom by as Passion escaped into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. He caught a glimpse of Jasmine trotting into the bedroom, taking her sweet time. She too was covered in a towel – only she left her backside exposed, treating the one-man audience to a glorious eyeful of fleshy cheeks glistening in speckles of water droplets. Jo Jo cheesed a devilish grin and tossed the plump joint into his mouth. This shit was about to get real interesting.
Five minutes later, Passion emerged from the bedroom sporting a long, bushy green robe that reminded Jo Jo of something his grandmother would wear every time she slipped it on. When she slid into the “erection stomper”, it typically signaled that the candy shop was closed for the evening, for shortly thereafter she'd slide into a pair of wooly pajamas and head for the sack. But it was in the middle of the summer, and the lustful gaze Passion shot him as she approached told an entirely different bedtime story.
“What the hell you doin’ girl?” Jo Jo asked, flashing a toothy smile with Passion hovering over him.
“I know you been waiting on this,” she replied, unfastening the robe belt.
To his surprise, Jo Jo spotted Jasmine creeping up from the rear wearing a pink, slinky one piece that looked to only cover her nipples and clitoris. She moved in behind Passion, pulled her thick black locks aside, and sensuously licked the back of her neck, slowly sliding the robe from her friend’s shoulder. Passion played the role, softly moaning with her eyes shut and top row of teeth lightly biting into her lower lip.
“What the hell?” Jo Jo sat back in awe, taken aback at the incredible sight unfolding before him. He could give Jasmine a sloppy wet kiss because underneath that robe lie one of his favorite outfits – a modest two-piece that didn’t reveal too much, yet accommodated her curvacious frame and clung tightly at her lower crevices.
The situation stiffened and so did he, yet Jo Jo's demeanor was calm and cool as a cat could be in such a heated predicament. He wanted to toss them both to the floor and savagely ravage them one by one, then back to the other one, but had to play it with collected composure. He couldn't blow this one.
This shit was intense, so to quiet his noisy nerves, he fired up the joint and sat back to enjoy the show.
And what a show it was. An insecure sap may have took offense, but Jo Jo marveled in the view of this sexy, taut-body dancer groping all over his woman, lovingly sucking her neck, gently caressing her thighs, working Passion into a sensuous craze with each stroke of her smooth ivory skin. Damn. Chocolate and vanilla never looked so delicious. Ever the show stealer, Jasmine stepped in front of Passion and locked in on Jo Jo, feverishly feeling herself up, devouring him with her intense eyes.
Next, Jasmine moved beside Passion, bent over, and commenced to wiggle her bottom with such ferocity, Jo Jo feared framed pictures might go falling from the walls. Jo Jo couldn't take his eyes off the phat monkey spilling out of the thin material, the winking asshole hiding behind that measly string.
“Shake it girl,” praised Passion as she slapped Jasmine a few times across the ass. God damn! You like that baby?” She focused her attention back to Jo Jo, who sat there puffing in luxury, not thinking even once to offer the smoke. These two were obviously occupied enough and didn’t need any distractions. On top of that, he was frozen in delightful animation. Jo Jo couldn’t believe his red squinted eyes. This shit was too good to be true.
Passion made her way over to the couch and straddled Jo Jo, wrapping her arms around his neck, prepared to give him the business. Jasmine trailed, kneeling down beside her friend and grabbing a hand full of her buns from underneath the silky nylon garment.
“Ummm … I see you nice and hard,” Passion revealed, her lips nearly touching Jo Jo’s.
“You know it,” he replied. “Let's do this shit.”
He placed his hands around her waist and went to remove the top, prepared to really set it off. That's when he noticed Jasmine from the strained corner of his eye. She had one of her luscious tits in hand, licking the nipple while using the other hand to massage her clit with a ruthless aggression that made blood pump through his instrument even faster.
“You ready for us?” Passion asked her man, replicating the very same heated expression she gave him after he orally rocked her world for the first time. She then leaned in, her lush, glossy lips mere millimeters from his own, and blurted ...
What happens next? You'll have to dig into Jo Jo and Passion's story to find out!
