Link to Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/lHRHt6mT7e

Bourbon

After the unplanned diversion, the trio enjoyed a series of engaging activities before heading back to the cabin. They took a scenic hike to a picturesque viewpoint, where the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the forest - a visual hum radiating across the green tapestry. They marveled at the stunning landscape, capturing photos and sharing laughs. Later, they explored a hidden meadow, where Ivy pointed out unique flora and fauna, each discovery sparking curiosity and wonder.

As dusk settled in, they made their way back to the cabin, ready for a cozy evening indoors.

The cabin came alive with warmth and the comforting aroma of a home-cooked meal. Hank, a passionate cook, had prepared one of his signature dishes: smoky, grilled salmon that infused the air with its rich aroma. Alongside the salmon were grilled vegetables and an impromptu noodle dish that Hank whipped up with flair. His generosity in the kitchen was evident, as he took immense pleasure in creating and serving a meal. For Hank, cooking wasn’t just a task; it was an opportunity to give joy and to see others enjoy his efforts. His love for cooking was matched only by his pleasure in providing for Dee, which often extended into more intimate dimensions.

Dee set the table while Ivy helped arrange the food. The camaraderie among them was palpable, with laughter and easy conversation filling the air. Hank’s joy was evident as he served the meal, his pride in his cooking shining through with each dish he presented.

After dinner, they retreated to the cozy living area, where the ambiance was set by the crackling fire in the hearth. Ivy settled into a comfortable chair with a glass of bourbon, its crystal shape sensually curved, the liquid within catching the light and glimmering with promise. The clinking of ice cubes in the glass added a playful, rhythmic clatter to the warm atmosphere. Dee and Hank joined her, their own drinks in hand. The warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the lamps created a relaxed and intimate environment.

As the evening wore on, the conversation turned to the day’s activities. Ivy playfully mentioned how sore her feet were from hiking and patrolling the park. Dee, recalling Hank’s skillful foot massages, casually mentioned it, hoping to lighten the mood. Dee, knowing Hank and his generous nature too well, and offered for him to give Ivy a foot massage. Ivy obliged. Hank approached the task with a cheerful, unassuming enthusiasm. As he gently took Ivy’s feet into his hands, he began with soft, steady strokes, kneading the arch of her foot with practiced precision. His fingers moved with a deliberate, soothing rhythm, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve the tension in her muscles.

Dee watched with a mix of amusement and growing arousal. Hank’s focus was entirely on making Ivy comfortable; he was completely absorbed in the task, his attention dedicated to providing a relaxing experience. He expertly worked his thumbs over the pads of her feet and into the balls, occasionally gliding his fingers between her toes. The intimate touch and gentle pressure he applied seemed to amplify Ivy’s pleasure. She closed her eyes and began to moan gently.

Ivy’s reactions were increasingly pronounced. Each stroke of Hank’s hands seemed to elicit a deeper, more contented response. Her foot inched closer and closer to Hank’s crotch with each movement, driven by her own growing excitement, though Hank remained blissfully unaware of her intentions. His focus was entirely on the task at hand, and his hands moved with a rhythmic, comforting touch.

Dee found herself increasingly aroused by the scene. She watched the interplay of Hank’s deft hands and Ivy’s reactions, the sight of Ivy’s pleasure mingling with the warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the room. Her own arousal was a quiet undercurrent, stirring with the intimate show happening in front of her.

Firelight

As Hank finished the foot massage, he offered a final, comforting squeeze before going to another room to work on his laptop and check the news. The sense of intimacy lingered in the air, and Ivy, feeling both relaxed and a bit adventurous, glanced over at Dee with a mischievous smile.

Dee noticed the glimmer of something different in Ivy’s eyes—a mix of desire and curiosity that had been building throughout the day. With Hank occupied, Ivy leaned back in her chair, savoring the last sips of her bourbon, the warm liquid sliding smoothly down her throat.

Dee refilled Ivy’s glass and poured herself another generous measure. The bourbon’s rich scent mingled with the warmth of the fire, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. Ivy, slightly tipsy and emboldened by the alcohol, began to inch closer to Dee. Her hand brushed against Dee’s arm, sending a shiver through Dee’s body.

Dee, feeling the spark of attraction, responded with a playful smile. The conversation between them became more personal, their words tinged with a flirtatious undertone. Ivy’s fingers lightly traced Dee’s arm, her touch deliberate and teasing. The warmth from the fire seemed to heighten the growing tension between them.

Without breaking eye contact, Ivy leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Dee’s ear as she whispered, “You know, there’s something incredibly alluring about you.” Her breath was warm and inviting, sending a thrill down Dee’s spine. Dee’s heart raced as she absorbed the compliment, the bourbon and the intimate setting making her feel daring and alive.

Encouraged by Ivy’s advances, Dee responded by placing her hand on Ivy’s thigh, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. The touch was a clear signal of her interest, and Ivy’s eyes darkened with desire. The atmosphere between them shifted, charged with an electric anticipation.

Slowly, Ivy leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. The kiss quickly grew more fervent as Dee’s fingers explored Ivy’s curves, the two women’s bodies pressing together with increasing urgency. Ivy’s hands roamed over Dee’s back, their passion building as they kissed deeply, their breaths mingling with each warm touch.

As their desire escalated, the kisses became more urgent, hands moving with purpose and intensity. The fire’s glow illuminated their entwined forms, casting a warm, sensual light over their passionate exploration. Ivy’s moans grew louder, muffled only by the fervor of their kisses, while Dee’s hands caressed every curve of Ivy’s body, reveling in the softness and heat.

Dee’s hands roamed over Ivy’s body, feeling the softness of her skin and the smell of sex radiating from her. Ivy’s fingers slipped beneath Dee’s shirt, caressing her breasts with a hungry touch. Dee moaned into the kiss as Ivy’s hands kneaded her tits, each touch making Dee’s breathing come in ragged bursts. The flickering firelight illuminated their entwined forms, casting shifting shadows as their bodies moved.

The sound of the bed creaking beneath them added a thrilling sense of risk, the potential for Hank to hear them heightening their arousal. Ivy’s fingers moved lower, unfastening Dee’s pants and pushing them aside to reveal her wet, eager pussy. Ivy’s touch was soft, but deliberate, each stroke drawing gasps and moans from Dee, who savored the pleasure.

Dee’s hands were equally eager, unbuttoning Ivy’s shirt to expose her full, soft tits. She eagerly sucked and licked Ivy’s standing nipples, her tongue circling the sensitive peaks. Ivy’s body arched in response, her moans growing louder, mingling with the creaking bed and their heavy breathing.

Ivy, her desire burning, looked deeply into Dee’s eyes, her voice a breathless whisper. “Please, Dee,” she begged, her tone desperate. “Fuck me. I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”

Dee’s excitement surged at Ivy’s plea. The bed creaked and shifted beneath them as they fucked with an urgent rhythm. Their desire reached a fever pitch, and Dee’s fingers plunged deeper into Ivy’s pussy, stroking and circling with a practiced rhythm. Ivy’s hips bucked in time with Dee’s movements, the sensation of being so thoroughly touched making her lose control.

Dee’s fingers and lips continued to explore Ivy’s pussy, her touch driving Ivy wild with pleasure. Ivy’s pleas became more insistent as Dee’s movements grew more intense, their moans blending into a symphony of lust. The possibility of Hank entering the room only heightened their excitement.

Just as the intensity of their encounter reached its peak, the sound of the door opening interrupted them. Hank’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the two women in their fervent embrace. Dee, noticing Hank’s arrival, flashed him a sultry, inviting smile, her voice thick with desire.

“Looks like you’re missing quite the show,” Dee purred, her voice an irresistible invitation.