Spontaneous Threesome: Redhead Stranger Joins Me and My Lawyer

I’m parked at this sunny cafe terrace near the courthouse, licking grapefruit sorbet, second scoop melting fast. Sun warms my skin, light breeze tousles my hair. Across the street, this redhead on the bus bench. Two buses pass, she ignores them. No phone, no book. Just watching me. Her fiery mane catches the light. Redheads always get me—wild, sensual, underrated.

I wipe a drip from my chin, tongue darting out. Then he arrives—my lawyer, briefcase under arm, pants crisp. Right on time. Catches me mid-gobble, his blue eyes twinkling naughty. Court win, I bet. We scheduled here to skip the office, too nice out.

The Approach

She eyes him up. I devour him too—those slim hands, crooked tie, fidgety legs, shiny Westons. Our gazes lock. Boom. Connection. Not about my divorce judge meeting. Something sticky, sweet. Jam? Fuck, my mind wanders to his cock dipped in sorbet.

Third bus zooms by. She smiles at me. I wave back. “Know her?” he asks. “Nope, but she wants to.” He crosses, chats her up. Seconds later, they’re at our table. Grapefruit sorbet and fromage blanc for her. Small talk—weather, sun. Then: “Married?” We freeze. She laughs. “Nah, lover. Saw you eye-fucking him.”

I’m crimson. She admits jealousy, was gonna hit on me. He grins, pushes: “Why?” She locks eyes: “You ooze sex. Giver and taker. I feel it.” Cheesy, but her green almond eyes, freckles, full curves… My phone buzzes—ignored match alert from the app. Her perfume hits now, musky vanilla, urging us on.

She takes my hand, strokes fingers slow. I glance at him—smirking. “Car’s five minutes away. Promenade?” No resistance. We follow. She holds my hand like old pals. Heart pounds like kid scared of rides.

Scenic unlocks. He points me rear with her. Engine hums, 80s tune blasts. Out of town quick. Her skirt hikes, thighs bare. Hand on my tight jeans. Her fingers slip under my tee, knead tits soft. Nipples harden instant. I gasp loud.

He mirrors, watches. I unbutton her blouse—lush bra pops. Unhook, heavy freckled tits spill. I squeeze, nails graze nipples. She moans deep. I slide down, legs spread. Pubes peek from panties. Fingers tease fabric, wet quick. Sniff her—sharp, womanly musk. Yank panties, hand to him. He sniffs too.

She sprawls, ass up. I grope cheeks, firm rounds. His hand snakes back, yanks my jeans. Ass bare, fingered wet. Hers quivers under my clit rub.

The Explosion

“Lick my pussy, babe.”

Hesitate. Never really. But his fingers plunge, voice urges: “Do it for me.” Dive in. Lips part, tongue laps hole, clit sucks. She bucks, grips hair, cums pulsing.

She flips me, yanks jeans-string off. Tongue dives my clit, fingers fist-deep. Ecstasy. I shove forward, suck his freed cock—gland gulp, hands pump.

She rims my ass. He caps up, pulls me hood-down. Fucks me hard. She guides, then bends beside. He swaps pussies, mixing juices.

Me doggy hood, her sucks him balls-deep. Fingers fuck me. He groans, pulls, sprays my ass hot.

She laps it clean, greedy. I clean his cock. Engine noise—car incoming. Scramble in. I’m bare-ass longest, flash the driver wide-eyed. He guns it.

Drop her at a corner. No names swapped. She vanishes into crowd. Back to cafe? For cheese sorbet. Strangers again. Phone buzzes—new match. Adrenaline fades, but pussy throbs memory.