Gateway to Opportunity

Stefany slips outside after dinner and leans on the stone terrace wall. Below her the vines run in dark rows. Two guests from the next table—Alberto and Christian—follow her out. They talk quietly at first. She keeps looking at her phone. No message from her boyfriend. Alberto steps behind her, hands warm on her hips. She doesn’t pull away. Christian moves to the front, tilts her chin up, and kisses her slow. When she opens her mouth for him, Alberto’s hands slide lower. He peels her dress up, palms her bare ass. Christian tastes her tongue, then drops his mouth to her neck. She breathes through her teeth when Alberto’s fingers find how wet she already is. They turn her between them. Christian’s cock is out first. Stefany sinks to her knees on the cool stone and takes him in. Her lips stretch, spit runs down her chin. Alberto frees himself and steps closer. She switches, sucking one then the other, eyes glassy, hands busy. Christian grips her hair; Alberto cups her cheek. The night air cools the spit on her skin. They lift her onto the low wall, legs open. Alberto pushes inside first. She bites her lip to stay quiet. Christian feeds his cock back into her mouth while Alberto fucks her in long, steady strokes. Every thrust rocks her forward onto Christian’s shaft. Her muffled moans mix with the wet sounds. They trade places. Christian takes her harder, hips slapping skin. Alberto strokes her hair while she swallows him again. She comes once, shaking, mouth full. They pull out together. Christian spills over her tongue; she swallows what she can. Alberto finishes on her tits, warm streaks sliding between her breasts. She stays on the wall a moment, dress bunched at her waist, chest glistening. Her phone stays dark. The two men tuck themselves away and leave her there, breathing hard, mouth tasting of both of them.