"Are you nervous, darling?" she asked. "Don't be. We're all getting along together very well, aren't we?"
Heather was startled by the intimacy of the other woman's fingers stroking her own. "Why, yes… certainly." At that moment, she felt a hand stroking her knee under the table. She realized it was the man's hand. There could be no doubt now of what the older couple wanted with her.
Heather's pussy throbbed with arousal. She wanted it, too.
"Why don't you come back to our apartment for a while, Heather darling?" the woman suggested.
"I think the three of us should get to know each other better, don't you?" the man added as his hand reached out and closed over Heather's and his wife's. It was a suggestive clasp, of hand on hand on hand.
"Yes… only, you know, I don't even know your names yet?" Only now did the redhead realize the couple had not introduced themselves. It seemed strange, she thought. Even stranger that she had felt no need for names till now.
"What's in a name, my darling? A rose still smells like a rose without the label." The woman helped Heather arrange her coat over her shoulders as they rode the elevator down to the lobby.
"Yes… but you know my name."
"That's true. Well, call us Zeke and Zola." The man's voice was light.
Heather suspected those were not their real names. But she was intrigued, turned on by this additional mystery. These people would always be strangers to her. But tonight they would share an experience.
When they reached the couple's apartment, Heather noted that it was very elegant, but barren. There were no little touches to betray the personalities of the people who lived here. Just the impeccable furniture and drapes and rugs. And a well-stocked bar.
Zeke, as he called himself, poured drinks for the three of them.
"Oh this is good!" Heather had never tasted an alcoholic beverage so sweet, so smooth and satisfying going down. She finished her first drink quickly and accepted a second. She was feeling a pleasant glow. An anticipatory tingle in her cunt.
She waited for the others to make the first move.
"Like it? The French claim it's an aphrodisiac. I've never been able to tell for sure. Personally, I'm always interested in sex." The big man grinned suggestively at her. "How about you, Heather? Zola and I have heard that you… well, that you're a very turned-on lady."
Heather was flattered, and faintly amused by the compliment. "Yes… I guess that's one way to describe me. Dave and Steve brought out the best in me, I must admit that," she added as she finished her second drink.