Death at the Swingers’ Party- chapter 3 (part 1)
I’m teasing you a little by feeding out scenes, rather than full chapters. The closer I get to completing the story, the longer the excerpts will get, I promise.
It’s the morning after, and Paul and Tessa are getting their teeth into the mystery. Carl’s getting into something else first, though…..
Carl woke spooned into Parminder’s back. He was hard, poking against her, his erection squashed between their bodies Behind him, Tessa’s buttocks were squashed against his. It was a good way to wake up.
A hand, with long, thin fingers, sneaked down and teased at Carl’s hard on. Parminder shifted, so that there was space between them, and she could get a hold of him. In response, his hand travelled down her front, and under the hem of the T-shirt. She turned some more, until she was on her back. “We never…. met last night, did we?” she whispered.
“No, we didn’t, did we.” Carl pushed the hem up as she moved the sheet aside. In the muted light filtering through the curtains, he studied her dark skin- the curve of her waist, then up to the gentle roundness of her belly, which lead down to neatly trimmed, jet black pubic hair. She parted her legs slightly, and he saw the line of her labia curving down between them.
“Let’s not wake the other two, shall we.” Parminder took Carl’s hand and guided it down so a finger slid into her. “It’s going to be a hard day. I’d like it to start well, okay.”
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