"Are you going to wear your dragon shirt again?" Judy asked.
"I feel like a dragon in this shirt," Rick said, grinning.
They had spent all afternoon, and much of the evening in bed with Leslie, but it was time to get something to eat – but this time, food.
"Just because you made it with two women, you think you're hot stuff today." She giggled. She was wearing her red blouse and dark skirt again. Judy did not understand why this very normal outfit turned him on, but it did.
"Are we ready yet?" Leslie said, stepping into their room. She wore a satisfied grin, but she was shaking just a little as she glanced at Rick.
Judy was jealous, but only a bit. She was glad for her friend and she had certainly enjoyed what they had just done, but she wanted Leslie to be even freer. Not only had she and Rick talked about how to get that to happen, and fucking Leslie had given him new confidence. He had gone to the bistro next door, to make sure that what they planned for Leslie would actually happen.
Judy saw how Leslie shivered through the day, with her nipples growing periodically hard under the halter. From time to time, Leslie would button her dark jacket, sometimes to hide the hardness of her nipples, and other times because of the chill in the air. Her fingers trembled now, but that was not from the cold. Her voice cracked at every comment as they went downstairs in the elevator, and Judy knew Leslie was ready for sex again.
It might be teasing, Judy thought, but she was determined to drag it out. The longer Leslie's needs were suppressed, the more active a participant she would become at the next incident.
"Let's go to the bistro and get something light for dinner," Judy said.
"Yes, the same place, almost next door. We can get something to go and-" Leslie cut off her words, and glanced quickly at Judy and Rick, letting them know she was ready for anything. Take out food, take out wine, anything, then back to the hotel.
"Nah, let's eat in here," Rick said.
Armand drew closed the last of the blinds.
"It looks like they're closing," Leslie said,
"Let's see," Judy said, tapping on the window.
The tall, good-looking Frenchman opened the blind and smiled at them.
"Ah," he said, and unlocked the door, and with a sweeping gesture, indicated they should sit anywhere they liked. Judy picked a small table that gave a view to the counter; she had her reasons for doing it. As they sat, he locked the door again. The blinds were still drawn.
"I am pleased that you have returned to my humble bistro. I am here to serve you in any way I can."
Judy noticed the way Armand looked straight down at Leslie's thighs, and she smiled to herself. In her seated position, Leslie's dark skirt had crawled nearly halfway to her waist, and there wasn't a real man alive who could resist that kind of show.
As Armand studied Leslie's thighs, Judy watched the bulge at the front of his tight jeans. He's a Frenchman all right, she mused. She was getting anxious, but as much as she liked the appearance of Armand and his bulge, she knew that it was Leslie who needed the lessons in love.
"We'll have something light. A broth and a salad maybe," Judy said. She certainly did not want Leslie to be screwing on a full stomach.
"For all of us," Rick said, then went about looking at the menu to select the specifics.
"Wine first?" Armand asked.
"Of course," Rick said.
Armand's gaze seemed attached to Judy's face, but his cock was more interested in Judy's naked legs and what was between them. "I'm so glad you chose the broth and the salads," Armand said. "I was about to close. I've already sent the chef home, but I will be most happy to serve you myself."
"I'm sure everything will be fine," Rick said.
Armand went to the kitchen that was against the wall behind the counter, like some American diners.
"He's a hot one," Judy said.
"Yes," Rick said. "I saw how much you liked him, and the place is empty?"
"Why did he lock the door?" Leslie said.
"I suppose because he doesn't want any more customers to come in."
"Who knows why the French do what they do?" Judy said. Then she added, "He might be a good match for you. Look, he cooks too."
Leslie blushed as Armand stepped from behind the counter, and at the same time, Judy slid her hand over Rick's thigh, and gripped his cock through his trousers as she did this afternoon. Rick didn't protest.
Armand brought the wine, and poured four glasses.
"Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment?"
"Not at all," Leslie said. Her voice cracked as it had been doing all afternoon. Her fingers were trembling, if not in anticipation, perhaps in fear, but definitely with desire.
Armand sat next to Leslie, but he grinned seductively at Judy who was across the table from him. Judy nodded with a slight tilt of her head toward Leslie. She was very good at directing things.
"Yes, of course," he said. He held his eyes on Judy, but he was reaching under the table, his fingers moving toward Leslie's thigh.
"Oh!" Leslie said, and her cheeks flushed.
Judy sensed the movement as Leslie slid down in her chair, spreading her legs, inviting him to reach even closer to her pussy. His hand slid farther and farther upward, and Judy was surprised to see that Leslie wore no pants.
"Oh," Leslie said. It was her second "Oh," but this one was something like a squeak.
Not knowing what was going on, Rick frowned, but Judy squeezed Rick's cock and regained his attention.
"Oh, God," Leslie said, and Judy smiled.
"It will be my pleasure, Mesdames et Monsieur. Your dinner is on me, and perhaps we can, shall we say, 'play' in my little bistro."
"Is this okay with you?" Rick said to Judy.
"Anything is okay with me."
"Me too," Leslie's said, out of breath. Her breasts were heaving. Her nipples were like fingers pressing against the material of her halter, and she was so full of enthusiasm she was bouncing off the chair.
"Maybe Judy and I should just get back to our room," Rick said.
"No!" Leslie said.
Judy could tell from the look that it had nothing to do with Leslie wanting more people in her little sexcapade. What it had to do with, was Leslie's fear of being left alone with a stranger.
"I'm sure you'll be all right, sweetie," Judy said. "We know where Armand lives, and I'm sure Armand would never hurt you."
"Never," he said, grinning as his fingers continued to work at her pussy.
"Then it's time for us to go," Rick said.
Judy was disappointed. This morning, she had her first taste of the menage a trois, and she had hoped for a menage a quatre, but it was too much to hope for Rick to understand.
"You stay," Judy said. "I'm sure Armand will give you a lovely time."
"Of course," Armand said, graciously.
Before Rick left the bistro, Armand took him aside. He said something, and he handed something to Rick. Judy had no idea what any of it was about, but she did know that Rick had talked to Armand this afternoon. When they were outside, Armand locked the door behind them, and Judy growled.
"He wanted you and him to fuck her, didn't he?" she said, now jealous of Leslie.
"Not quite," Rick said.
"Did he pay you for her?"
"Of course not," Rick said, and he laughed.
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