Jake finished up his closing routine, double-checking the locks and setting the security system. The night had been particularly hectic—a bachelorette party followed by the regular Friday crowd had kept him mixing drinks non-stop for hours. His feet ached and his shoulders were tight with tension.

The street was quiet now, most establishments having closed hours ago. But the warm glow from Donna’s windows beckoned him like a lighthouse. Just a quick nightcap, he promised himself, then straight to bed.

Inside, Donna served his usual gin and tonic when Samantha suddenly shouted, “Jake, my beautiful neighbour!” Arriving slightly drunk with another gorgeous woman, she exclaimed, “Come sit with us—we’re celebrating Catherine’s 47th birthday!” and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“This is Catherine, my old school friend from Germany—don’t you think she’s stunning?” Samantha added. Jake, unsure what to say, noted that Catherine looked far from 57 and imagined Samantha as her age.

Jack, who had always been attracted to women older than himself, was now sitting a little uncomfortably with two beautiful women and didn’t know what to say.

“So, Jake,” Catherine said, breaking the silence. Her accent was subtle but unmistakably German. “Samantha tells me you’re quite the mixologist.”

Samantha laughed warmly, “Don’t let him fool you, Cat. This man can make a drink that’ll make you forget your own name.” Suddenly, she called out for Donna to bring shots. Donna nodded with a knowing smile and disappeared behind the bar. Jake’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement as Catherine’s blue eyes focused on him.

“So, what brings you to our little corner of the world?” Jake asked Catherine, taking a sip of his gin and tonic to steady his nerves.

“Mallorca—where alcohol and sex go hand in hand,” Catherine replied with a sexy smile, then turned to kiss Samantha on the cheek. Jake nearly choked on his drink at the boldness.

Jake nearly choked on his drink. The directness of Catherine’s statement caught him off guard, though he couldn’t deny the sudden charge in the air.

Donna returned with a tray of shots— “To new friends,” Samantha declared, raising her glass. The three clinked their shots together, and Jake felt the liquor burn pleasantly down his throat, warming him from the inside.

“I’ve known Sam since we were teenagers,” Catherine explained while Samantha placed her hand over Catherine’s hand, and Jake couldn’t help but notice the intimacy of the gesture.

Samantha suggested, “Donna’s closing up, so why don’t you join Cat and me at my place for one last drink?”, Catherine chimed in, “Come on, Jake, it’ll be fun.” “Alright,” Jake replied, surprised at his own response.

At Samantha’s place, we continued drinking, and none of us was really sober when Catherine suddenly asked. “Have you ever seen two women kissing each other?” And before I could answer, she continued “I know you see these young beautiful girls running at your bar kissing, but I mean grow-up woman kissing”

I could only nod a no, and felt myself blushing. “let’s show him Cat” said Samantha as she put her arm around Cathrine and stared kissing her with a hunger that shocked me.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched them. Their kiss was nothing like the drunken, performative displays I’d seen countless times at the bar. This was passionate, intimate—a dance between two people who knew each other’s rhythms perfectly. Catherine’s fingers threaded through Samantha’s hair while Samantha’s hands traced slow patterns along Catherine’s back.

When they finally broke apart, both women turned toward me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. The room felt impossibly warm.

“Your turn,” Catherine said, her voice husky.

“My… what?” I stammered.

Samantha laughed, the sound rich and melodic. “She means it’s your turn to choose. Another drink? Music? Or…” She left the sentence hanging, possibility crackling in the air between us.

I reached for my glass, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth had become. “well I don’t know, what is “or…” I said with a smile, and direct know I would never answer like this if I was sober.

Catherine’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “The ‘or’ is whatever you want it to be, Jake.” She moved closer to me on the couch, her thigh pressing against mine. The contact sent electricity through my body.

“You know,” Catherine said, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on my forearm, “when Sam told me about her handsome neighbour who makes the best drinks in town, I was intrigued. But she didn’t mention how shy you are.”

“I’m not usually…” I began, then laughed nervously. “Okay, maybe I am.”

Samantha sat on my other side, creating a warm cocoon of perfume and body heat.

“It’s okay that he’s a little shy Cat, as long as we’re not” said Samantha with a seductive smile while grabbing my cock outside my shorts.

My entire body tensed at her touch. The alcohol in my system had dulled my inhibitions but heightened every sensation. Catherine’s breath was warm against my ear as she whispered, “Is this okay?”

I could only nod, words failing me completely. My heart hammered against my ribs as Samantha’s hand continued its gentle exploration, her eyes never leaving mine, gauging my reaction.

“We’ve been wondering about you for quite some time,” Catherine said, her accent thickening with desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck. “Sam has told me how she watches you sometimes, through her window, when you come home late from the bar.”

Samantha laughed softly. “Cat! You weren’t supposed to tell him that.”

“Why not?” Catherine’s fingers traced my jawline, turning my face toward hers. “Secrets can be fun, but sharing them is even better.” Her lips found mine, soft yet insistent, and I surrendered to the kiss, feeling Samantha’s hand squeeze me gently through my shorts.

When Catherine pulled back, Samantha immediately took her place, her kiss more aggressive, hungrier. I felt Catherine’s hands working at the buttons of my shirt, her cool fingers sliding against my chest.

“We should move somewhere more comfortable,” Samantha suggested, her voice thick with desire. She stood up, extending her hand to me. “My bedroom has plenty of space for three.”

I hesitated for just a moment, a flicker of sobriety cutting through the haze of lust and alcohol. “Are you both sure about this?”

Catherine smiled, rising from the couch with feline grace. “Jake, at our age, we don’t waste time on things we’re unsure about.” She took my other hand. “Life is too short for regrets.”

Together, they led me down the hallway, my mind racing with anticipation and disbelief. This wasn’t how I’d expected my night to end when I’d locked up the bar just hours ago. Samantha’s bedroom was bathed in soft lamplight, the king-sized bed dominating the space. Catherine released my hand and moved to the bedside table, turning on some music—something slow and jazzy that filled the room with sensual rhythm.

Samantha stood before me, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly pulled her blouse over her head, revealing a black lace bra against her pale skin. Catherine approached from behind, her hands sliding around my waist, working at my belt.

“Let us take care of you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my shoulder blade through my shirt. “Just relax.”

I felt my last inhibitions dissolving under their touch. I surrendered to the moment, allowing myself to be guided toward the bed. Catherine’s nimble fingers unbuttoned my shirt while Samantha worked my belt free, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this,” Samantha murmured, her lips pressing against my collarbone as my shirt fell open. “Watching you come home night after night, always alone.”

“She’s quite the voyeur,” Catherine added with a playful smile, her hands sliding down my chest. “Though I can’t blame her now that I see you.”

They lowered me onto the bed, and I watched in awe as Catherine reached behind Samantha to unhook her bra with practised ease. The garment fell away, revealing Samantha’s full breasts, her nipples hardened with arousal. Catherine cupped them gently, her eyes meeting mine in a silent acknowledgement. I was witnessing something both new and ancient—their familiarity with each other’s bodies spoke of years of intimacy, yet they were creating space for me within their dance.

Catherine stepped back, her fingers working at the zipper of her dress. It slid down her body like water, pooling at her feet. Beneath it, she wore nothing but a pair of black lace panties that matched Samantha’s. For a woman of fifty-seven, her body was magnificent—toned and confident, bearing the elegant marks of time with pride.

“Your turn,” Samantha whispered, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. Together, the women undressed me completely, their hands exploring every newly exposed inch of skin. I lay back on the bed, overwhelmed by the sensation of four hands caressing me simultaneously.

Catherine straddled my face, while feeling Samantha’s soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, slowly approaching my now hard cock.

I gasped as Catherine lowered herself, her thighs on either side of my head. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me exactly where she wanted me. At the same time, Samantha’s warm breath teased against my erection, her lips hovering just above the sensitive skin.

“Don’t be gentle,” Catherine commanded, her accent thickening with desire. “Show me what that bartender’s tongue can do.”

I obliged eagerly, drawing a deep moan from her as my tongue found its rhythm. Samantha chose that moment to take me fully into her mouth, the wet heat sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I groaned against Catherine, causing her to press herself more firmly against my face.

The dual sensations were overwhelming—Catherine rocking against my mouth while Samantha worked me with practised skill, her tongue and lips creating sensations that threatened to push me over the edge too quickly. I forced myself to focus on Catherine, determined to match the pleasure I was receiving.

Catherine’s breathing grew more ragged as she moved against me, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her German accent more pronounced in her arousal.

Catherine lifted herself off me, her face flushed with pleasure. “Don’t let him finish yet. I want him inside me.” She leaned down to kiss me deeply, tasting herself on my lips with a satisfied moan. “You taste like me,” she whispered against my mouth. “I like that.”

Samantha moved up my body, replacing Catherine above my face. Her body was different—softer curves where Catherine was lean muscle, but no less enticing.

Catherine took my cook in her hand and guided me to her entrance, then slowly sank down, enveloping me in tight, wet heat. I groaned, my hands finding her hips as she began to rock against me.

Samantha lifted herself off me and turned so she was now face to face with Cathrine. I saw that they began to kiss frantically, and then she lowered her womb over my face again.

The world narrowed to pure sensation—the taste of Samantha on my tongue, the rhythmic pressure of Catherine riding me, their shared moans harmonizing above me. My hands gripped Samantha’s thighs, pulling her closer as Catherine increased her pace.

“God, he’s good at this,” Samantha gasped to Catherine, her voice breaking as my tongue found her most sensitive spot. I felt her thighs tremble on either side of my head.

Catherine’s movements became more deliberate, grinding against me with each downward stroke. “I told you bartenders know how to use their mouths,” she replied breathlessly, her hands cupping Samantha’s breasts.

I was lost in their pleasure, my own building to an almost unbearable pressure. The alcohol had receded, replaced by adrenaline and endorphins flooding my system. I wanted this moment to last forever—suspended between these two magnificent women, bringing them to heights of pleasure as they did the same for me.

Samantha cried out first, her body clenching and shuddering against my mouth. I held her steady as the waves of her orgasm washed through her, not relenting until she finally pulled away, oversensitive and gasping.

“My turn,” Catherine whispered, her voice ragged. She leaned forward, changing the angle of her hips, and I felt the difference immediately. Her internal muscles gripped me like a vise as she found exactly the position she needed. Samantha’s hands were on Catherine’s breasts now, pinching and rolling her nipples as Catherine rode me harder.

I was close—too close—but determined to feel Catherine come undone before I allowed myself release. I reached between us, finding her swollen clit with my thumb. The additional stimulation was all she needed. Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as her orgasm hit. The rhythmic pulsing around me was too much to bear. With a groan, I surrendered to my own release, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as pleasure exploded through me.

For several moments, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breathing and the soft jazz still playing in the background. Catherine collapsed forward onto me, her body trembling with aftershocks. Samantha curled against my side, her hand lazily tracing patterns on my chest.

“Well,” Catherine finally said, lifting herself off me with a small gasp, “that was worth the flight from Germany.” She rolled to my other side, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the lamplight.

Samantha laughed softly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I told you he’d be perfect,” she murmured, her voice still husky from exertion, while she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water. She took a long drink before passing it to me. “Hydration is important after exertion,” she said with a wink. “Bartender should know that”

At the same time, I felt Cathrine begin to caress my limp cock, which slowly began to come to life again “you thought we were done, you have to give something to Sam too” She said as I looked in her direction.

But it only lasted for a few seconds before Samantha gently but firmly turned my face towards hers and started kissing me, softly and sensually at first, but soon the animal instincts took over and her kisses became more and more demanding.

I felt myself growing hard again under Catherine’s expert touch, my body responding despite the exhaustion. Samantha’s mouth was demanding against mine, her tongue exploring with renewed hunger. When she finally broke the kiss, her eyes were dark with desire.

“My turn to feel you,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Cat knows how to warm you up, but I know how to make you burn.”

Catherine shifted beside us, propping herself up on one elbow to watch. “Show him what you like, Sam,” she encouraged, her hand still working me to full hardness.

Samantha straddled me, but unlike Catherine’s earlier direct approach, she hovered above me, teasing both of us as she slowly lowered herself until just the tip of me pressed against her entrance. The anticipation was exquisite torture.

“I’ve watched you through my window for months,” she confessed, her voice low and intimate. “I’ve imagined this so many times.” She sank down slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed within her. The sensation was different from Catherine—where Catherine had been tight and controlled, Samantha was welcoming heat, taking me deeper than I thought possible.

“God,” I groaned, my hands finding her hips. She was gorgeous above me, her head thrown back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Catherine moved closer, her mouth capturing one of Samantha’s nipples, causing her to gasp and clench around me.

“She likes it when I do that,” Catherine murmured, her eyes meeting mine over Samantha’s breast. “And this…” She reached between us, finding where Samantha and I were joined, her fingers circling Samantha’s clit with practiced precision.

Samantha began to move, setting a rhythm that was both urgent and deliberate, rising and falling on me with increasing abandon. The dual sensations of her tight heat and Catherine’s teasing fingers on both of us were pushing me toward the edge far more quickly than I’d expected. My stamina, already tested once tonight, was flagging under the assault of pleasure.

“She’s close,” Catherine whispered to me, her lips brushing my ear. “I can tell by the way she’s breathing. Make her work for it.”

Taking Catherine’s cue, I gripped Samantha’s hips firmly, slowing her movements. She whimpered in protest, her eyes flying open.

“Not yet,” I told her, surprising myself with my boldness. “I want to feel every inch of you first.”

Catherine smiled approvingly, her hand sliding up to cup Samantha’s breast. “He learns quickly,” she said, pinching Samantha’s nipple just hard enough to draw a gasp from her. “Control is everything.”

I held Samantha still above me, buried deep inside her, and began to make small, deliberate movements with my hips. Each subtle thrust hit something inside her that made her eyes widen and her breath catch. Catherine continued her ministrations, alternating between gentle touches and firmer pressure around Samantha’s clit.

“Please,” Samantha whispered, her thighs trembling with the effort of remaining still. “Please let me move.”

I looked to Catherine, who shook her head slightly. “Not yet,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss Samantha deeply. I watched their tongues dance, feeling Samantha pulse around me with each passing second.

When Catherine finally broke the kiss, she nodded to me. “Now,” she said simply.

I released my grip on Samantha’s hips, and she immediately began to ride me with abandon, her movements frantic and desperate. Catherine’s fingers worked in perfect synchronization with Samantha’s rhythm, and I could feel the tension building in her body.

“Yes,” Catherine encouraged, her voice thick with renewed arousal. “Take what you need, Sam.”

Samantha’s movements became erratic, her internal muscles clenching around me in waves. I thrust upward to meet her, matching her urgency with my own. The sight of her above me, lost in pleasure with Catherine’s hands on her body, was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.

“I’m—” Samantha couldn’t finish her sentence as her orgasm crashed through her. She cried out, her body arching beautifully as she pulsed around me. The intensity of her release triggered my own, and I gripped her hips hard as I emptied myself inside her with the little I have left, wave after wave of pleasure radiating through my body. Samantha collapsed against my chest, her breath coming in short gasps against my neck. I felt Catherine shift beside us, her hand gently stroking Samantha’s back in slow, soothing circles.

For several minutes, the only sounds were our collective breathing gradually returning to normal and the faint jazz music still playing in the background. The weight of Samantha’s body on mine was comforting, grounding me in a moment that otherwise felt dreamlike.

“That,” Catherine finally said, breaking the silence, “was even better than I imagined.” She pressed a soft kiss to Samantha’s shoulder, then to my cheek.

Samantha stirred, lifting her head to look at me with a satisfied smile. “Worth the wait,” she murmured, carefully disentangling our bodies and rolling to my side. “Do you have to go back to your place now?” she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

I thought about my small apartment across the street—the empty refrigerator, the unmade bed, the silence that would greet me there. “No,” I answered honestly. “No reason to.”

Catherine stretched languidly beside me, her body still glowing from our exertions. “Good,” she said simply. “Because I think we’re not quite finished with you yet.”

Samantha laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Not by a long shot. But first, I think we all need a little recovery time.” She reached for her phone on the nightstand. “I’m fixing something to eat. Any preferences?”

“Something with protein,” Catherine suggested with a sly smile. “We need to replenish our energy.”