The Night I Lit the Fireplace for Two Strangers

The first time I lit the fireplace in my house this winter, as soon as the smoke started rising up the flue, one of the most intense nights I’ve ever lived came back to me. It happened years ago, when I worked at a rural apartment complex high up in the mountains. The accommodations were gorgeous, with wooden floors, rustic furniture, and terraces overlooking a valley of pines. The upstairs units, the most expensive ones, had something no other place offered: a wood-burning fireplace in the living room.

My job was to man reception in the morning and again in the late evening, check guests in and out and, above all, sort out whatever unexpected problem came up. It was a quiet job, almost monotonous, perfect for someone who likes to watch people. After a few years in hospitality you learn to size up a guest the moment they walk through the door. The snooty ones are obvious right away: they come in without saying hello, make demands, and never look you in the eye. The others, the ones who arrive with a grin from ear to ear, brighten your day.

Daniela and Raquel were definitely in the second group.

They arrived one November morning with a one-night reservation. Daniela was blonde, with long hair, a body that took your breath away, and a laugh that filled the reception area. Raquel wore her hair very short, chestnut brown with light highlights, and had a calmer, more restrained air, the kind that promises even more when it lets go. They handed over the printed reservation and their IDs to my colleague at the desk, and from that moment I knew that day would not be like the others.

They were assigned one of the upper apartments, with its huge television, two double bedrooms, and a spacious living room with the kitchen integrated into it. It was right above my own staff room. Half an hour after settling in, one of them called reception to ask if the fireplace worked.

—Could you come up and light it for us? —Raquel asked over the phone—. We have no idea how.

My colleague looked at me with a helpless expression. He had never lit a fire in his life. And although I wasn’t exactly an expert either, I saw the chance to break the routine and immediately offered to help. I went up to show them how to get it going and what precautions to take. Once upstairs, I realized they had hardly any wood.

—We want it for tonight —Daniela clarified before I asked—. This afternoon we’re going to some presentation for some brand or other, and when we get back we want to light the fire and have a drink in front of it. We’re really looking forward to it.

—I’ll bring you more wood then —I told them—. This won’t be enough.

***

A little later, taking advantage of a quiet spell, I loaded up a few logs from the shed by the parking lot and took them upstairs. I knocked three times and nobody answered. I opened the door with the master key to leave the wood inside and saw they had gone down to the spa: they had left two evening dresses tossed on the sofa. Both black, different from each other. One shorter, one longer. I couldn’t help imagining which one each would wear, and that image stuck in my head.

Those two women were turning me on in a way I didn’t remember ever being turned on. I had never snooped around a guest’s apartment. Never. But that afternoon temptation got the better of me. I glanced at the door, checked that it was still shut, and peeked into the first bedroom. Spread out on the bed was one of their sets of underwear: a black thong and bra. Hanging from the wardrobe was the dress Daniela had arrived in that morning, so that was her room.

My heart was pounding as if I were doing something forbidden, because I was. If one of them comes in now, I’m out on my ass immediately. And still I couldn’t stop. I went into the second bedroom. Raquel’s underwear was laid out on the open suitcase on top of a chair: lace bras, black panties, and thigh-high stockings. I already had a hard-on pushing against my fly, and it was hard to hide it. I pictured the two of them wearing those things, tits squeezed into lace and cunts outlined beneath the panties, and I didn’t know which one I wanted more. The truth was I wanted them both, the two of them, taking turns fucking me and fucking me at the same time.

My lack of scruples went one step further. As I came out, I saw a pair of panties on the bathroom floor. They had showered before going down to the spa and left them there. I can’t explain why, but I picked them up off the floor, brought them to my face, and checked that they smelled like pussy. Like a hot woman’s pussy, with that sour, salty edge that gets into your nose and won’t let go. What I didn’t know was which of the two they belonged to. I pressed them against my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and ran the fabric across my palate looking for the taste, and a low moan slipped out of me. I kept that smell in my memory, left the panties where they were, and got out of there with my cock dripping inside my pants and my pulse racing.

***

I went back down to reception trying to look normal, though inside I was a mess. Around seven in the evening the two of them left the apartment, wrapped in the black dresses I had seen on the sofa. I had guessed perfectly: the short one for Daniela, the long one for Raquel. They looked spectacular, groomed, elegant, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the underwear they had on beneath them or that pussy smell that kept swirling in my head.

—Can you get us a taxi to the fairgrounds? —Daniela asked, leaning on the counter.

While they waited, Raquel came over and apologized for the mess she had found in the apartment when I went up with the wood. I brushed it off and reminded them that reception closed at ten at night; if they arrived later, they’d have to come in through the side door, which opened with the same key as their room.

I spent the rest of the afternoon unable to get them out of my head. I went into the staff bathroom, pulled down my pants, and gave myself a quick wank thinking about the smell of those panties, imagining Raquel on her knees sucking me off while Daniela licked my balls. I came in two minutes, against the sink, and even that didn’t take the edge off. As ten o’clock approached I started overthinking like a kid. What if they don’t come back until late? Do I wait up for them? What if they show up with someone? I set half past eleven as the latest I’d wait and sat down to watch TV in the common room, even though I had a better television in my own room.

They took their time. It was almost half past eleven when I saw them open the side door. Alone, thankfully. They were surprised to find me there awake.

—Are you on duty to keep an eye on us? —Daniela teased.

—Not at all —I replied.

And without more they walked past me on their way to the apartment, barely glancing at me. I felt ridiculous. Nearly two hours waiting and not even a gesture. The whole fantasy collapsed on me in an instant. Resigned, I got up to go into my room. And then, just as I was about to close the door, I heard footsteps in the hallway. It was Daniela.

—Lucky you’re still here —she said, almost out of breath—. We’re trying to light the fireplace the way you explained, and there’s no way. Can you give us a hand?

—It’s almost midnight —I answered, putting on a bit of a martyr act—. I was about to get in the bath and relax.

—I know, and I’m sorry. But we’re hopeless with this. We were really looking forward to chatting in front of the fire… Please.

***

I agreed as if I were doing them some enormous favor, even though inside I was climbing the stairs two at a time with my cock already half hard, anticipating whatever was about to happen. I went in determined. Raquel was sitting on the sofa. The moment I had them both in front of me, I felt my dick pushing against my briefs, swelling without permission. Daniela had her legs crossed and you could see the short stockings up to mid-calf; when she uncrossed them to get comfortable, she gave me a flash of white thigh and dark fabric between her thighs. My eyes kept going back to what hid beneath the dress. I wondered whose pussy smell I had kept in my memory.

I knelt in front of the fireplace and started arranging the wood. Raquel came closer to watch, so close her knees were at eye level with me. Every time I explained something about the flue or the wood, I took the chance to steal a glance at her cleavage, at the shadow between her tits, at the curve the dress made as it fell over her ass. The fire finally caught and the two of them were thrilled with the light and heat that began to fill the room.

—At the presentation they gave us some bottles of local wine —Daniela said, getting up—. We’re going to open one. Since you helped us, will you have a glass with us or are you in a hurry?

—I never say no to a glass of wine from around here.

The fire and the wine created an intimate atmosphere right away. We talked for a while, they told me a bit about their lives and I told them about mine, and little by little the conversation heated up as much as the room did. The three of us were seated in front of the fireplace, Daniela next to me with her legs crossed, Raquel opposite us, leaning forward with her glass in both hands and a cleavage I found hard to ignore.

—You must pull a lot, right? —Daniela asked.

—To be honest, not really. Though today I did try.

—And did it go well?

—I don’t know yet. I don’t know how it’ll end.

—Are you telling us you want to hook up with us? —she laughed—. And which one of us, if I may ask?

—No one in particular —I answered, taking a gamble—. Since I saw you walk in this morning I haven’t thought of anything else but fucking both of you.

Silence fell, thick with tension. Daniela set her glass on the table, took mine, drank a swallow, and kissed me. It wasn’t a timid kiss: she shoved her tongue all the way in, tasting of wine, and bit my lower lip before letting go. We started making out and touching each other without hurry. I slid my hand up her thigh, slipped it under her dress and found the thong: it was already soaked, the fabric stuck to her pussy, hot. I moved the seam aside with two fingers and brushed her lips: they parted on their own, slick. Across from us, Raquel watched from the sofa, leaned back with her legs slightly open, hiking her dress up to her waist. At some point she had taken off her panties and was rubbing two fingers over her clit, moving them in slow circles, while with the other hand she freed a breast from her bra and pinched her nipple.

Daniela was impatient. I wasn’t. I had spent all afternoon fantasizing about this and wanted to savor it slowly. Her hands went down to my fly, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled my cock out straight away, no messing around. She weighed it in her palm, squeezed it from top to bottom, and smiled when she felt it twitch in her hand. She started jerking me off while she bit my ear and neck, whispering in my ear how much fun she was going to have with me. She stood up, took off my shoes, my pants and, finally, my briefs, which caught for a second on the tip before sliding down my thighs. I sat on the edge of the sofa, naked from the waist down, with my cock pointed at the ceiling, so hard it was throbbing in pulses. She knelt between my legs and stared at my dick with her mouth slightly open. Across from us, Raquel kept playing with her pussy, now with two fingers inside, putting on a show I didn’t want to miss.

Daniela took me by the base with one hand and ran her tongue from my balls up to the head, one long, very slow lick, looking me in the eyes. She went back down, sucked my balls one by one, took them into her mouth and played with them. Then she came back up and swallowed me whole, until I felt the tip against the back of her throat. She started sucking me off at a pace that was no longer beginner-level: she went up and down with her mouth closed, pressing her lips tight, and every time she reached the top she flicked her tongue under the head, whipping it in a way that made me grit my teeth. She’d pull my cock out of her mouth dripping with spit, slap it against her cheek, her tongue, and then take it back in to the hilt with gagging that didn’t scare her off. Watching her look up at me with that wicked half-smile as she sucked me off is an image I have never forgotten. I stayed like that for a while, until I felt my balls tighten against my body and had to tell her to stop or it would be over too soon.

—Do to her what you’re doing to me —I told her, pointing at Raquel.

She obeyed. She moved over on her knees, lifted Raquel’s dress, pulled away the panties still hanging from one ankle, and tossed them to me. She spread Raquel’s legs wide and buried her face between her thighs. I took the panties she’d thrown me and, bringing them up to my nose, recognized the smell from earlier that afternoon: the same sour-sweet stink of wet pussy that had made me hard as a rock hours before. They were Raquel’s. That detail turned me on even more. I started wanking myself slowly, squeezing hard, while I watched her pry her friend’s pussy open with her fingers and slide her whole tongue inside. Raquel moaned louder and louder, with Daniela’s tongue working her clit in licks, and every so often she’d grab Daniela’s head with both hands and press her mouth against her pussy, grinding herself against it. I saw Daniela slip in two fingers and curl them upward, hunting for the spot, and Raquel arched on the sofa with her eyes closed.

***

I wanted to share the pleasure around. I suggested to Raquel that she return the favor to her friend, and she let me do it. I got behind Daniela, interrupted what she was doing, and laid her down on the rug in front of the fire. I pulled her thong off by the ankles and spread her legs open with one quick motion. Her pussy gleamed in the firelight, swollen, lips parted, a thread of wetness running down her perineum. I told Raquel to take care of her tits while I went down with my mouth. I lay face down between her thighs and ran my tongue from her ass to her clit in one single, slow stroke, and felt her shudder all over. I licked her lips one by one, nibbled at them lightly, pushed my tongue in as deep as it would go and moved it around inside her. When I got to her clit it was already hard as a little button, and all it took was circling it with the tip of my tongue for her to start screaming. Raquel, meanwhile, had stripped completely naked and was biting Daniela’s nipples, tugging them with her teeth, running her hands over her body. There was Daniela, stretched out on the floor, the glow from the fire gilding her skin, my face pressed to her pussy and her friend sucking her tits. She moaned nonstop, begging us not to stop, grabbing both our hair so we wouldn’t move from where we were.

We took a break and the three of us stood up. They finished taking off their dresses and bras and we were left naked in front of the fireplace. Daniela’s body was brutal: big, round tits, with very pink nipples; wide hips, tight thighs, a shaved pussy still shining with my saliva. Raquel was smaller, more defined, with small firm tits and a hard little ass that made me want to bite it on the spot. I lay on the rug and asked Raquel to sit on top of me. She crouched over me, grabbed my cock with her hand, slid the head along the lips of her pussy rubbing her clit with it, and then lowered herself slowly, taking me all the way in with one smooth descent. She let out a guttural moan when she felt the base against her ass. She started moving with a soft rocking motion, forward and back, squeezing her pussy around my cock, and I felt her dripping on me. My hands on her hips set the pace, lifting and lowering her, and she let herself be handled like a doll. She kept saying out loud how much she liked it, how huge I was, to put it all the way inside her. Meanwhile, Daniela didn’t want to just give; she wanted to receive too, so, without asking, she straddled my face, facing her friend, and planted her pussy in my mouth. I lost all sight, but Daniela’s taste soaking my tongue and the sound of the two of them moaning together, kissing over me, more than made up for it. I could feel Raquel riding me faster and faster, the wet sound of our bodies slapping together, and Daniela grinding against my mouth, pressing her thighs against my ears.

I asked to stop. I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to stretch it out as much as possible. My balls were swollen, about to burst, and I needed a breather or I’d come too soon. I sat on the sofa to watch them, my cock shiny and throbbing against my belly. Daniela lay down on the rug repeating that she wanted more, spreading her legs wide and fingering herself in front of us to the very last knuckle. Raquel got back on her face. They gave each other pleasure while I had Raquel’s ass in front of me, moving to the rhythm of her friend’s tongue, with her pussy lips and pink asshole on full display, all soaked through. It was too big a temptation. I knelt behind her. Daniela, who had her between her legs, pulled her tongue out of Raquel’s pussy, grabbed my cock with her hand and guided me, first running it over her own tongue to wet it and then aiming it toward her friend’s pussy. She told me to penetrate her without taking my eyes off hers. I didn’t need asking twice. I thrust in one hard push and Raquel let out a scream that could probably be heard all over the complex. I started fucking her from behind, hands on her hips, driving in and out hard, and Daniela was below licking both of us at once: she ran her tongue over her friend’s clit while I was inside her, and every so often she yanked my cock out and sucked it herself before sliding it back into Raquel, dripping with spit. We changed pace several times, sometimes short, fast thrusts, sometimes long, slow ones, and Raquel kept moaning with total abandon, squeezing her pussy around me harder and harder.

To spread things around, I shifted my attention to Daniela. I laid her on her back and, with a cushion under her hips, raised her a little to get in better. I positioned myself between her thighs, rested her legs on my shoulders, and shoved in at once. She was so wet I slid all the way in on the first thrust. I started fucking her hard, the slap of our bodies sounding faster and faster, and she moaned with every stroke, her tits bouncing in time. Raquel stretched out beside her with her legs open, and that let me attend to one with my cock and the other with my hand at the same time: I slid two fingers into Raquel and worked her clit with my thumb while still inside Daniela. We found a shared rhythm, the moans started to sync up, and the three of us came almost together. First Raquel, with a powerful orgasm that shook her whole body, arching her back and clamping down on my fingers with her pussy so hard I could barely pull them out. Then Daniela, who locked her legs around my hips, trapping me inside, and let herself go with a long cry, her pussy spasming around my cock, biting into me. I held out until the end, pulled out in time, jerked myself twice over them and came in streams: a first long rope of cum fell onto Daniela’s tits, a second onto Raquel’s belly, and the last drops dripped between their breasts, mingling, over skin heated by the fire between the two of them. They looked at each other, laughed, and without even agreeing they licked the cum off one another, passing the remains back and forth with their tongues in a long kiss in front of me.

I could hardly believe it. That night I stayed with them until dawn. We didn’t stop: when one rested, the other wanted more. They sucked me off together again, taking turns, while we lay on the rug as the fire died down. I fucked Daniela again on all fours, pulling her by the hair, while Raquel ate her pussy from underneath and licked my balls every time I dragged them across her face. I fucked Raquel up against the wall, her legs around my waist, and came inside her, pressing her against the wood. We showered together, the three of us, soaped each other up while laughing, and went back to Daniela’s bed for one last round of slow licking before collapsing, exhausted. At nine in the morning, before the next shift arrived, I slipped out of the apartment making sure nobody saw me. I went back to my post as if nothing had happened, my shirt badly buttoned, my cock sore inside my pants, and a smile that lasted for days.

Daniela and Raquel left that same afternoon, grateful and discreet, with no further explanation. I never saw them again. But every winter, when I light the fireplace and the first smoke rises up the flue, I go back to that night and that valley of pines. And I smile.