Issac was naked, kneeling in front of me. I was holding my shirt in my hands, having already put my pants back on. And he was asking me to come back into the room.
I was frozen. I didn’t want him to see me naked. Even more, I didn’t want Nellie to see me naked. I was attracted to them both, but a threesome was a lot. I just didn’t know what to say.
“Please, ma’am,” Issac said. “I really enjoyed you taking me from behind. Mistress told me it was you, and I was so happy. Please come play with us, ma’am.”
I looked behind him, and I saw Nellie pulling the blanket off the bed and tossing it on the floor.
“Pet,” she said. “Get a clean blanket.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, turning away from me and getting up on his feet in the bedroom.
I stood in the doorway, watching him as he opened a drawer and got out a large zebra print blanket. He carefully and gently spread it across the bed. I could see his cock starting to get hard again. Not completely, but I knew it wouldn’t take him much longer to get there.
“Ma’am,” he said, and he gestured toward the blanket.
Nellie approached me. She gently touched my arm, and I looked away from the bed to her. “Isola, you know you don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“Issac really likes you. He thinks you’re a beautiful woman, and he enjoyed how you made him feel. He just wants to return the favor.”
I looked down at my clothes. All black. Always. Baggy pants that would hide my imperfect thighs and ass. A black shirt that would cover up my paunchy belly. They had seen me in my bra and panties. Or at least, Nellie had. Why was it so different to be naked?
But I knew. I knew that being naked was different. It felt different. I was more exposed. Nowhere to hide. I was an expert at flipping my hair around to cover my face so that no one could see me, but I could see them.
Shit. I wasn’t sure I could do this with them. They were so nice. So sweet. And so much everything I would love to have in my life, but I just couldn’t seem to get out of my head.
“I’m sorry,” I said, and I pulled my shirt over my head and left the room, shoes in hand.
But all I could see as I left was that zebra print blanket, and imagining what Issac’s skin would like in contrast, how it would make Nellie’s red hair pop, how it would feel against my bare skin as Issac crawled between my legs… But those were all just images in my head. So why did my body burn with such desire?
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