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Executive Platinum Ch. 01

By: BenLong



There are advantages to being a frequent flyer. Bypassing the madding crowds in security lines, being upgraded to "First Class", being the first to board, getting the best seats -- all are "advantages" that the infrequent flyer doesn't always understand. Frequent Flyers have their own reservations line, they can call from anywhere in the world and talk to a real person - immediately. In today's world, Frequent Flyers don't pay "extra" for checking baggage. One of the perks, little known to infrequent flyers, is that advanced status flyers are guaranteed a seat. Any flight, any time. 

Of course those perks come with a price. Last minute tickets are "full fare," meaning that I'm paying for a hotel room and dinner and $800 voucher for the unfortunate soul that gets "bumped" to fly tomorrow morning. The college student that paid $160 three months ago thinks he's got a good deal (although it came out of the price of my ticket) but at least I'm going home at the last minute. 

It was Friday noon when I found out there was no need for me to stay the entire two weeks, so suddenly I was in the market for a flight home. So much for the good news. For the bad, despite being an "elite" member, occasionally I don't get upgraded, and this turned out to be one of those times. Although they'd buy someone else off to get me on, that didn't necessarily mean that I got an upgrade to first class. Getting a ticket just two hours before the flight meant that I got seat 26 B instead. At least it was on the aisle. 

I got checked in and to the gate; the first class and elite passengers were already loading. Walking right past the throngs and up to the gate I didn't even have time to survey the awaiting crowds. Normally I discretely observe the awaiting passengers, sizing them up, figuring what the upcoming flight will be like. And, of course, always looking to size up the most observed item in the universe -- the human female.

I waited patiently for the first class passengers to stow their carry-on's and make room for me to wander back to the peon department. There were only a couple of people yet in the main cabin, those few frequent fliers or "pre-boarders" that had been escorted on before the rest of the regular passengers. The young mother with two toddlers, the one gentleman with a cane still working his way half way back. Not too many today. 

As I approached my seat I saw that I was the only one yet in the area. I stowed my bag and computer, took my seat, and began to observe others approaching, hoping that this would be one of those lucky days when a good looking and friendly woman would be joining me. 

Several passengers approached and went on by or pulled up short, leaving my adjacent seat open. Well back toward the front, I spotted a woman approaching that met the standards for a great seat partner. Her clothes spoke of quality, discrete class without being ostentatious. The hair was brunette in an off the face cut that was quite becoming. The roots were not visible so I presumed the color to be real, or at least a close facsimile to the original. The owner appeared to be late 30's by my estimate; her blouse was cut just low enough that a single pearl gold necklace nestled nicely between the two discretely displayed globes of her breasts. An open front jacket set off the blouse, making her stylish, yet not overdressed. A pair of well-fitting designer jeans appeared between the seats as she got closer, looked good from the front, I wondered what the posterior would look like. 

I watched her counting rows, glancing at her ticket, and had decided that I was going to get lucky before she actually got to our row. When she got to the seat, she leaned over to set her purse into the window seat even before she gave me a chance to move. Whether knowingly or not, when she bent over her single white pearl swung out free between her breasts in an irresistible attraction to my eyes. The pale flesh of the insides of her breasts contrasted with the golden brown of her neck, she was obviously showing more cleavage than she normally did. It was just a flash before she straightened up and reached overhead to put her small bag in the luggage rack. She stepped back and I stood to allow her get to the seat which gave me a chance to observe her derriere. Amazingly, it looked as good as the front. 

"I've been saving you a seat," I offered as I began to retake my seat.

"Oh, thanks," she answered without hesitation, bantering right back at me, "I was so afraid maybe they'd given it away." I noticed her left hand had no ring, with no signs of having had one recently.

I laughed and extended my hand. "I'm Jim," I offered, "Always like to introduce myself to my new best friend -- at least for the next three hours."

"Gloria" she replied, politely shaking my hand, and then withdrawing not just her hand - but withdrawing from the conversation. She bent to her bag and took out a book, dismissing my attempts at friendliness. I sensed the armor going up, she wasn't quite as comfortable opening up as I was.

I pulled the airline magazine out of the seat back, slowly paging through looking for the Sudoku puzzle while really watching the oncoming passengers. The hectic families on vacations, the business travelers just wanting to get there and the stewardesses trying to help everyone get their gear stowed and into their seats. Gradually the plane filled with people of all shapes and sizes, filling the seats until we were down to just three seats toward the back where I was. I'd just glanced around, checking how many more seats were left when I first saw her.

Early twenties I estimate, maybe twenty-two, she was pure eye candy. Her form fitting top on her skinny body more than displayed her ample breasts, it accentuated them. At first I thought they must be silicone, but the subtle bounce as she moved decreed they were all natural. The woman beside me had cleavage showing, Miss Eye Candy had the Grand Canyon showing. The huge expanse of flesh on the tops of her breasts was such that it left little to the imagination. Watching her work her way through the cabin, I saw head after head discretely, and sometimes not so discretely, turn toward the aisle to follow her passage. 

Her top extended halfway between the bottom of her breasts and her waist, the bare midriff exposed both more flesh and a small diamond belly stud. The shorts appeared to be nearly as form fitting as the top. Overall, she not only looked sexy, she oozed it. Her entire dress and demeanor shouted "Fuck Me."

I was wondering whether it was possible that she could have the seat across the aisle from me as she moved further and further back in the plane. She was carrying just a fairly small bag and a purse, and when she dropped the purse into the seats one row up, my visions of ogling this beauty with my peripheral vision for three hours disappeared. She looked into the bin above her seat, but as there was no room she stepped back to the bin across the aisle from me where, with just a little rearranging, there would be room for her simple bag. She reached up, stretching to move the bags overhead, her shorts encumbered bottom just inches from my face. I looked up; the lines of her thong under the flesh hugging shorts becoming visible as she moved first the one bag and then slid hers up next to it. I discretely looked away, and realized that my seat partner had been watching her also -- and me. She smiled as she turned away; I knew she'd been watching me watching Miss Eye Candy as much as anything. 

As Miss Eye Candy slid into the middle seat, the last two passengers followed down the aisle. A middle aged matronly woman, followed by a college aged young man. "Frat boy" I thought, unconsciously rating and summarizing and dismissing him for his sophomoric ways even before I'd met him. The matron sidled down the aisle, filling it from one side to the other, the total opposite of the sexpot that had preceded her. She finally stopped beside me, turning to wedge herself into the seat opposite with a harrumph. I wondered if she'd ever in her life had anywhere close to the looks of the Eye Candy that had just taken the seat ahead. Probably not.

I found the Sudoku just as Frat Boy settled into the seat next to Eye Candy. I realized that's how I was now thinking of her, not as a person, just Eye Candy. The conversations around me dulled into a mild roar, occasional words and snippets of conversations coming through. I began ignoring them, paying attention to the puzzle, but for some reason Frat Boys voice came through. Whether I was wishing it was me, whether it was just that he was as obnoxious as I'd imagined, I don't know - but every word he said stood out from the background conversations.

"You look familiar, do I know you?" 

She answered something to the negative, but that was just the start. He continued, and the story unfolded. She went to the U of T, why golly -- so did he, he must have seen her around campus. He lived in such and such a neighborhood -- she just happened to live just a short distance away. He was sure that he'd seen her before, she tried to give him the brush off. 

I smiled to myself. "Mating Ritual of the American Horndog" I thought to myself. 

"Maybe we can get together sometime for a beer when we get back?" he offered, looking for a sign of progress. Her "I don't know..." answer indicating that he wasn't getting anywhere.

It would be fun to have a camera and mike to record these types of conversations; the come on, the intro, the rebuff -- all the types of small talk beginnings we've all had over the years. I was only half-heartedly listening when he said, "So are you from San Diego?"

"Oh no, I'm just going for the weekend to visit my boyfriend. He's a Marine".

Beside me, almost unheard, my seatmate gave a quiet, descending whistle, and made an explosion sound under her breath -- the unmistakable sound of a bomb descending and exploding. "Down in flames," she whispered almost to herself.

Without thinking I quietly laughed, letting her know I'd heard, and turned to her. "Ten to one says he's got her phone number before we get to San Diego."

"No way. She's not interested." She retorted, a smile crossing her face. Just like that the standoffishness disappeared. 

"Oh yes she is," I whispered, keeping it down so just the two of us could hear each other. "It's all part of the ritual. Mark my words, they'll be exchanging numbers before we get there." Now that I had the opening I continued. "It's a little hobby of mine, observing people, assessing people; figuring what they are and what they do. I give them nicknames in my mind, and surprisingly, it's amazing how many times when I talk with them the name fits."

"So why do you think he'll get her number?"

"Frat Boy?" 

She laughed. "Is that what you named him?" I nodded in assent. She nodded her head toward them, "and what name did you have for her?"

"Eye Candy." "Fitting." She said, again nodding her head. "Do you suppose those shorts are painted on?"

"Not quite," I answered, "she's got a thong on underneath."

Gloria giggled. "You really don't miss much, do you?"

"Did you miss it?"

She smiled. "No."

"So why do you think he's going to get her number?" "Just watch. Frat Boy there, he's probably going home; he looks like a surfer type, he's got the California accent, but he thinks more with the head between his legs than the one between his ears. Definitely on the prowl. And Eye Candy, you can't tell me that she doesn't ooze sex even to you? She's on the prowl too. Mark my words, we've got three hours and he'll be leaving with her number."

"We'll see" she answered, "we'll see." Once the ice had broken, we conversed easily for quite some time. She asked about me, I asked about her. I told her about my work, how I was going home for the holiday weekend and possibly a few more days until work got caught up. I told her how I was widowed, how I'd been married for 20 some years. I pulled no punches, told no lies. 

"What about you?" I questioned, "You're not from San Diego?"

"Why do you say that?" 

"Accent." I answered. "I'm guessing Texas born and bred? Just a touch of Southern and a "y'all" that you said a while ago."

"Guilty as charged." She laughed. 

"So what's bringing you to San Diego?" I asked. "First time?"

She nodded. "I'm going to visit a friend." There was something about the way she said it, a certain uneasiness that I picked up on.

"Ah" I opined, "a walk on the wild side?"

She looked at me, contemplating her answer, "Maybe".

It took nothing more than just asking about her however, and soon she was talking to me like an old friend, confiding more than I think she intended. I've found this is not all that unusual on a plane flight, people often just want to talk. Show them some interest and they'll tell you all about themselves.

I heard about the one love of her life, her daughter. Having gotten pregnant as a Senior in High School, she'd married her sweetheart, and lived happily ever after right up until she found out he was having an affair with a secretary of one of his clients. She'd been divorced for four years now, literally living alone since her daughter was now away in college.

She'd tried dating a few times, never met anyone that had struck her fancy until "Ned," the guy that she'd met on the internet. She told me everything that he liked to do, how it was everything she liked to do. She told me how he was an executive with a company in San Diego and how he had a house in La Jolla and on and on and on. Now she was flying out to meet him, spend the weekend and get to know someone that she'd talked with on the internet and on the phone. The flirtatious blouse she was wearing suddenly made sense.

I listened to her talk, found out all about the hurt left over after 16 years of marriage and all about how she'd met this guy, and how wonderful he was. I quietly asked questions, trying to get real answers, not what she thought the answers were. By the time I knew as much about Ned as she knew about Ned -- I was pretty sure Ned was a fraud. Not one single thing could she tell me about Ned that he hadn't told her in response to something that she'd said. Ned was one of those that if Gloria had said "I love to go for long walks on the moon," he would have said, "God that's so much fun -- I haven't done that in years."

I'd just listened, hadn't offered what I thought, but it turned out Gloria had the same thought. "The only thing I hope is that he is what he says he is." 

I didn't respond immediately, finally said "And if he isn't? If you don't hit it off? Have you got a Plan B?" 

"Not really, I'm sure we'll get along, but I figured if for some reason we don't hit it off, I'll get a hotel room, spend the weekend and go on home."

"Oh?" I questioned, inwardly shaking my head at her naiveté. "Have you checked, are there any rooms available?"

"Why wouldn't there be rooms available?" she questioned. I told her how San Diego had a large tourist trade and many weekends every year there just weren't any rooms to be had, especially holiday weekends like this. Every last hotel had 100% occupancy and there was nothing to be had at any price. I pulled out my wallet, fished out a business card and handed it to her.

"Here's plan C. If Ned doesn't work out, and you can't find anything else -- give me a call. I've got a house with extra rooms, it's better than sleeping in a rental car."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll be fine." I held the card, and she finally took it. 

"Just in case, if everything else falls apart, at least you know my name."

We'd landed and were taxiing to the terminal when Gloria elbowed me and nodded toward Frat Boy and Eye Candy. "Ok, here's my number" Eye Candy said as she was handing a slip of paper to Frat Boy, "Call me Thursday, I'll be going home Wednesday."

I grinned at Gloria, wet a finger and pantomimed "chalking it up."

Executive Platinum Ch. 02



With the first ring of the phone, I tried to turn the alarm off. The second ring of the phone awoke me instantly. I sat up, wondering what emergency was happening that I was getting a call in the dark hours of the morning. I noticed the clock as I reached for the phone, well past 1 am. Nothing good ever happens when the phone rings at 1 am. 

"Jim? It's Gloria, from the airplane this afternoon? Umm, do you think I could take you up on your offer of a place to sleep?" 

Hmmm. Maybe good or bad at 1 am depends on which side of the phone you're on. 

Gloria gradually spilled a little of the story on the way home. She didn't say anything for nearly 5 minutes, then with a sigh admitted that maybe I'd been right after all. "Ned," if that really was his name, met Gloria at the airport, and she'd known almost from the beginning that he wasn't quite what he'd said he was. 

The svelte executive that worked out regularly was actually overweight with a modest beer belly. 

The well to do executive actually drove a 96 Honda Accord, that wasn't exactly in the best shape.

The nice restaurant turned out to be TGI Fridays.

The movie was a movie - but from there it went downhill. She'd literally taken her bag and walked away from him in the Gas Lamp district just after midnight and spent another hour trying to find a hotel room before she finally called me. 

An hour and a half later we pulled back into my driveway, nearly 3 am. I'm an early riser; and having been two time zones out of whack for several weeks, I certainly wasn't in much of a mood for chat, but as with most newcomers to my home, Gloria was mesmerized with the view. 

Nearly 500 feet above the surrounding valley, the view on a clear night can be incredibly spectacular, and this one was exceptionally clear. The neighbors had all turned in; my hill was an island of darkness surrounded by the glittering sea of city lights below us, shimmering in the dissipating heat of the day. Miles to the west a fog bank was rolling in, a line of increasing darkness behind it as the lights below disappeared one by one. I knew from experience on a night like this the fog wouldn't reach as far inland as we were; in the morning we'd awaken to a crystal clear morning. Although I've been accused of having a million dollar home -- it's actually only a half a million dollar home with a million dollar view. 

Gloria was in awe of the city stretched out below us, but I didn't give her that much time to ooh and ah. I took her to the guest bedroom, showed her where the bathroom was, where clean towels were; told her to make herself at home. I told her she was free to go back out on the balcony and absorb the view if she wanted but that I was going back to bed, and bid her goodnight.

For the most part I've been an early to bed and early to rise guy for years. By the time I got Gloria home and settled it was almost time for me to normally wake up. I went back to bed, but it was only about an hour and a half later that I awoke with the sky already turning grey to the east. I knew it wouldn't do any good to try and go back to sleep, instead I got up and headed out for my morning run. Most mornings I do about 8 miles, which takes about an hour. When I got back, I quietly checked the house, the silence telling me my guest was still asleep. I knew Gloria hadn't had much sleep; I'd had most of a full night, so figured I wouldn't see her for a couple of hours yet.

It doesn't do any good to take a shower and clean up immediately after a run, being all hot and sweaty. I'd developed a ritual of jumping into the pool to rinse the sweat off, then taking about 15 minutes to check the chemical balance, skim the surface or vacuum any dirt and leaves from the bottom, take one more dip, and by that time I could go in and shower without being immediately sweaty again afterward. Having a private backyard and living alone, the ritual began with shucking my running clothes and not getting dressed again until I'd finished my shower. This morning I did no different; thinking that Gloria would be asleep for quite a while yet -- I went for my swim and didn't put anything back on. 

The pool towels are kept in the laundry room which is just off the kitchen. When I'd finished cleaning and taking a second dip I grabbed my running clothes and walked naked to the house to get a towel. I dried myself off so I wouldn't drip through the house, wrapping the towel around myself when I was done. Normally I'd leave the towel in the laundry; I thought nothing of walking naked through the house. This morning however, knowing I had a house guest that might awaken as I was heading to my room, I chose to be slightly more modest. I could smell the coffee ready, the automatic coffee maker is a wonderful slave -- so I stepped to the kitchen get a cup.

The kitchen spans the width of the house. A sink at the one end had a picture window backdrop with a panoramic view of the valley below, while at the near end a picture window presented a panoramic view of the pool and yard. Standing near the window overlooking the pool, dressed in a white bathrobe and holding a cup of steaming coffee, was Gloria.

"I can't say as I've ever seen the pool boy doing his chores in the nude before."

"I'm sorry, Gloria. I wasn't expecting you up, I thought you'd be asleep for quite a while...."

"Oh it's alright. It's already after nine back home. I smelled the coffee, and figured I'd join you. I just wasn't expecting a Chippendale show. She stepped over to the coffee pot and poured me a cup. "Black?" I nodded. I noticed the French Vanilla container opened beside the pot, an empty sweetener packet lying beside it.

"One thing about it, it appears that you actually take care of yourself the way that Ned said he took care of himself." 

I took a sip. "I take it Ned wasn't all he claimed to be?"

She was obviously ready to tell me much more about what the night before than the snippets she told me in the car. "I would say Ned wasn't ANYTHING he claimed to be. He wasn't well off, he doesn't take care of himself." She shook her head in disgust. "I thought I'd found a nice guy, someone that wanted to get to know me." She pulled a chair out at the table and sat, leaning her elbows on the table. I did the same.

"What made you think he was a nice guy?" I asked, recalling our conversation on the plane the previous day.

She sighed. "I don't know." She shook her head; I waited while she collected her thoughts. 

"I guess I just wanted him to be, you know? I mean, after the divorce, I was a real mess. I was depressed, my world was upside down and for the first time in my life I was actually alone. At first I gained a lot of weight, practically all I did was eat. My daughter was off to school so I was alone a lot. I felt ugly, so I dressed ugly. I was ugly."

"I find it hard to believe anyone ever thought of you as ugly." 

"Why thank you, but there was one person that surely thought I was ugly -- me. Whether I was or not, I felt ugly and that's what counted. Eventually one of the girls at work talked me into going to the gym with her. I started exercising more, which got me to start eating less and thinking better of myself. It took about two years, but I lost all the weight I'd gained over the previous two years. I almost got back to my high school weight before I got pregnant, but I'm just not built that way anymore. I started going out with the girls once in a while, and eventually started meeting some guys at the bars, began to realize maybe I wasn't as ugly as I'd felt. I dated a few guys, all disasters. Every last time the guys thought that if I went out with them on a date, I should be going to bed with them." She took a sip of coffee. 

"I met Ned on the internet about 6 months ago. He sent me an instant message, and I responded. He seemed safe enough, being in San Diego, so I didn't think he'd be wanting to meet or anything, so I started talking to him. At first every couple of days, he'd pop up with a hello. He seemed to like the things I did; seemed to be interested in me, and I began sharing things with him that I didn't have anyone else to talk to about.

Eventually he started asking me about myself. How tall was I? What color was my hair, what color were my eyes. Was my hair long, or short? Did I wear makeup? It wasn't all the time, sometimes he'd ask me two or three things, sometimes only one, but when we'd say good bye, he always put what I'd told him in a description of me when he said goodbye." 

"I don't understand, he'd describe you when he said goodbye?"

"He'd always say something like "Until next time, my 5 foot 4 lady friend." And then the time after he'd maybe say "Ta Ta, my five foot four green eyed lady friend," and the time after that my five foot four green eyed brown haired lady friend. That sort of thing. He always called me his lady friend.

That went on for quite a while. One day he said something about me being a stick figure. I asked what he meant, and he said he could imagine everything about me except a figure. I told him I wasn't a stick figure, so he asked what my dimensions were." 

"And you told him?" She nodded.

"After that he started calling me his sexy lady friend." She took another sip of her coffee. "He was the only guy I ever talked with on line that never asked for a picture. I asked him once if he wanted me to send one and if he had one he could send me, but he said he didn't have a digital camera and he thought it was so much fun to use his imagination to know what "his sexy lady friend" looked like. The whole time he'd shared with me about what he looked like, and where he lived. I guess I had no reason to doubt him, he seemed to be telling the truth; at least he always told me stuff about himself that was consistent."

"It sounds to me like he kept a list." She looked at me, questioning. 

"You know. A list beside the computer. Under "Gloria" he put the things you told him, 5'4", green eyes, brown hair. The he put down his list, "Ned," lives in La Jolla, no digital camera, works out daily. Then whenever he sent you a note, he always made sure he only put what was on the list, and always put on the list whatever he told you."

"I'll bet you're right. I never thought about it like that."

"Eventually you agreed to meet him. Was it your suggestion or his?" 

"Definitely his. About a month ago, he said it would be fun to meet sometime, maybe a holiday weekend, I could fly out and he'd show me San Diego and a good time? I eventually agreed to meet him."

"And the rest is history?"

"Just about. They say to never judge a book by its cover, but why not? We do everything else. If the car looks bad it probably runs bad, if the grocery store looks dirty the food is suspect, if the man has a pot belly and bad teeth..." She drifted off.

"Not exactly in great shape?" I questioned.

She just nodded. "I'm sorry. I just had to tell someone." 

We sat quietly for a few moments.

"So, what are the chances I can find a hotel today?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Not much, but why bother?" I quickly answered, "You're more than welcome to spend the weekend here."

"I don't know," she answered. "It's not like I really know you...."

"And you really knew Ted or Ned or whatever his name was?"

"Well, I thought so, but apparently not."

"See? So what have you got to lose?" 

She didn't put up much of a fight, I knew she'd already accepted her fate, but just didn't want to admit it. I didn't put any more pressure on her; I just got up and started getting out food for breakfast.

I had to adjust the towel a couple of times, it kept starting to slip. I wasn't used to needing to cover up, but then again, I could have just gone in and gotten dressed. I didn't tell Gloria that I often didn't wear anything at all.

"Do you always clean the pool naked?" Gloria asked.

"Not always," I answered, sliding a plate of two eggs and an English muffin in front of her just as she'd ordered. "Just depends on whether I've been swimming or not. Most of the time I swim naked, and there's no reason to put anything on -- so I don't."  

"I've never been skinny dipping before," she said, taking a bite of her muffin.

"Why not, are you that bashful?" I questioned.

"I don't know....Yeah, I guess so. Truthfully the opportunity never presented itself...."

"You mean you never made an effort to seek out the opportunity." I corrected. "Once you try it, you'll never go back. Humans are meant to swim naked, but that's just my opinion. You're welcome to swim in my pool any way you like." 

"If I went swimming here, I might have to go naked."

"Just might?" I answered. "Are you going to play bashful or take a walk on the wild side?"

"I don't think I have much choice," she answered. "I didn't bring along a swimsuit."

After we cleaned up breakfast, I told Gloria since I had nothing special going on, I'd be more than happy to spend some time with her, showing her around. I asked her what she wanted to see or do, and when she came up with no ideas, I just told her to put on something comfortable while I did the same. An hour later we were at the Wild Animal Park, just north of San Diego, a part of the San Diego Zoo. Unlike the Zoo where the animals are in cages, at the Wild Animal Park they are in enclosures that nearly resemble their natural environment. Because she'd gotten up so early, we spent most of the morning there, but were ready to move on by early afternoon when it was beginning to get quite warm. She said she could handle some lunch when I asked, so I took us to the Embarcadero and Sea Port Village where we had a leisurely light lunch and a couple of drinks. Afterward we drove out to Point Loma and walked around the light house. On the seaward side of the point the fog was driving against the shoreline and the mountain, but on the bay side -- the summer heat was keeping the clouds away. A sharp demarcation marked the difference -- one block in the fog, a block inland -- bright sun ruled the day. It was late afternoon when we headed for home.

With every mile we drove inland, we could feel the temperature rising. From the mid 70's along the coast, it rose to the mid-nineties by the time we got to my house. From open windows and enjoying the breeze, we put the air conditioner on by the time we got just partway home. 

"Wow," I commented as I got out of the car. "Good afternoon for a swim." Gloria didn't say anything. 

We walked into the back yard; Gloria dipped her hand into the pool as we walked by. Due to the rocky hillside, although technically an "in-ground" pool, at the near end it actually has a retaining wall and the pool level is above waist height. At the other end, it's bordered by a giant boulder that comprises the entire hillside up to the neighbor's house, the only part that can be seen being their roof. Underneath the pool is solid granite -- either the pool was going to be above ground, or I wouldn't have a pool at all. 

"Water feels really nice." Gloria commented. "Are you going to go?"

"Thinking about it. You going to come in?"

She looked at the pool and back at me. "I don't know..." 

"But you're tempted?"

She looked again at the pool. "Maybe."

I opened the door, holding it for her. She stepped around me into the house, the cool of the inside a welcome difference to the heat outside. I asked Gloria if she wanted a drink, when she asked for something diet I got us both a diet coke. It didn't seem so hot now, I suggested we sit out back on the patio, but when I opened the door, it was obvious it was still too warm, at least without a swim.

"I'm going to take a dip." I informed Gloria, 

"Go ahead," she answered, "don't mind me."

"If it bothers you I'll wear something, I don't want ..." 

"It doesn't bother me," she indicated as well as said. "Really," she added when she saw my doubts. "I've got to admit I was a little taken aback at first this morning when I saw you cleaning the pool, but just because I wasn't expecting it." I looked right at her, she smiled. "Really, don't mind me." 

So I didn't. 

I took my clothes off in the laundry room like I normally do and taking a towel, walked naked back out to the pool. Gloria was still sitting at the patio table, she said nothing but I felt her eyes following me. Going to the far end, I dropped the towel down on the bench, stepped in onto the first step and then dove in. I swam one lap, swimming the third leg back towards her at the far end. I pulled up, leaning on the rock edge, to speak to her -- but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. I swam back to the far end, sitting in the shallows for just a few moments wondering where she'd gone when she suddenly appeared at the laundry room door, wearing the bath robe from this morning. She strode out, barefoot and purposeful; following the path I had earlier until she was at the steps with me. 

"If you'll be a gentleman for a moment and turn your head, I'm going to join you." I slid to one side of the steps, turning away for just a moment and almost instantly heard her slide into the water, her hand steadying herself momentarily on my shoulder as she went by. Turning back, I saw her naked bottom surface momentarily as she swam away underwater, her bathrobe sitting in a pile beside the pool. I sat and watched, she surfaced at the far end, staying neck deep in the water. I just sat, making no effort to follow. 

She giggled. "I think I like this."

"I told you you would" I grinned back at her. 

She swam across the pool back toward me, staying neck deep or face down so she was always partially hidden from my view, even though the water was only 3 feet deep. She stopped about 10 feet out, standing on the bottom of the pool. 

"I can't believe how "naughty" this feels."

"Why's that?" 

"Being naked, outdoors, and with someone I hardly know..."

"So you don't like it?" I questioned.

"Oh god no -- it makes me wonder why I've never done this before." Her giggle was all I needed to know she was perfectly happy. "Let's just say it's deliciously naughty." She floated there in the pool for several minutes conversing with me before she moved closer. She brought an arm up across her breasts, bouncing on the bottom of the pool to move forward. As she got into shallower water where she didn't have to bounce or tread water, she folded her arms across her chest, keeping herself semi hidden from my view. 

I was sitting on one of the deeper steps, leaning back, my elbows on the step head almost in the water. At this angle I couldn't see anything anyway, but apparently she didn't realize it. She stopped about 5 feet out, keeping her body hidden as we talked. We just sat and talked, getting to know each other better. I found out more about her ex and her daughter, she found out about my boys and what happened to my wife. 

I stood, turned and climbed out of the pool. Taking my towel I wiped my face and body as I began walking toward the house. "Do you like Ahi Tuna?" I asked. "I picked some up on the way home yesterday, thought I'd have it for dinner tonight, but there's plenty for the both of us." Gloria had turned to face me, her arms still crossed. From here, looking down on her, crossing her arms actually was doing something to prevent me from seeing her entire body. She indicated Tuna sounded good, and I continued to the house, stopping to put on my shorts in the laundry room where I'd left them. 

I'd just finished putting on my shorts when I heard Gloria call "Jim?"

"Yes?" I poked my head back outside, Gloria was still in the pool, back at the shallower end where I'd left her.

"Umm, I forgot a towel? Can you bring me one?" I glanced over and saw her robe, realized for the first time her predicament. I said nothing, just grabbed a towel and walked back up to the far end, realizing the tables were turned. Now she was the naked one and I the clothed one. I walked up to the edge of the pool steps, unfolded the towel and held it open for her. 




Executive Platinum Ch. 02



She looked at me, and broke into a grin. I couldn't hold a straight face any longer, broke into one myself. "Ok you tease. You may have gotten me naked faster than anyone ever has before but I'm not that easy. Close your eyes."

I did, keeping them shut as I heard her climb out of the pool and seconds later, as she pulled the towel from my hands and wrapped it around herself, I opened them again. She hadn't bothered to dry off, the water was still running off her hair, but she lowered her face and pulling a corner upward dried her face before turning and facing me. She raised her hand and with a grin on her face shook her finger at me.

"You're very good, aren't you? This is by far the most skillful and enjoyable seduction I've ever been in but..." 

Seduction? The word echoed through my head, her words seemingly in slow motion. I hadn't thought of this as a seduction. We were two adults, thrown together by circumstances, sharing a bit of time together, sharing a mutual attraction. I interrupted her words by taking her face with both hands, pulling her to me and kissing her.

At first she was caught by surprise, but it didn't stop her from returning the kiss. Her breath tasted of mint; her lips were warm in sharp contrast to the cool skin of her face. I moved my arms around her shoulders, pulling her to me as my tongue found hers. She didn't resist, her body molded to mine, nothing between us except a now wet towel and my shorts. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me closer as I bent to kiss her.

Her mouth hungrily sucked my tongue; my hands began caressing her body, running up and down her back, sliding onto her bottom. My cock began stiffening in my pants. She relinquished my tongue, pulled back from our kiss, leaning back slightly into my hands which I'd moved back up to the middle of her back. "God I haven't had a kiss like that since I was a teenager." 

"It's been a while since I've wanted to kiss someone like that."

"You're very good at it, but you need to listen for a minute before we do it again." My hands were again wandered down her back towards her bottom again. "Jim! Stop please!"

It was amazing how much I suddenly felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Here we were, two full grown adults, hell -- we both had full grown adult children -- and her "don't" made me feel naughty myself. Reverting back to childhood days, I immediately answered as if I had no clue what she was saying. "Stop what?" 

I'd arrested my hands from their downward movement, moved them back up her body and again rubbing her back. She'd shown no resistance to that. 

"I was about to tell you that this has been a most enjoyable day, but that despite your very talented seduction and having gotten me naked faster than anyone has ever before -- that I will not have sex with you on the first date."

The words went into my ears and probably rattled around a bit before they exited right back out again. I really didn't believe her. Instead I leaned back down, holding her against me and kissed her neck, nuzzled the soft spot beneath her ear, and sucked her earlobe.

"Oh God, Jim." It was said with one of those tones that said it had great import behind it.

"Humm?" I hummed at her, my mouth full of her earlobe. I felt the goose bumps appear on her arms where I was touching them.

"You were saying?" I whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair which although changed hadn't been totally annihilated by the chlorine of the pool water. 

"Jim," she said again, a little firmer. "I need you to stop."

"And just why do you need me to stop?" Her hands took my head, holding me away from her body. The towel began to come loose, she let go with her hands and grabbed it, tightening the tuck that kept it from falling to the ground. 

"I'm serious. I don't want you to think I'm a cock tease. Stop for a minute and listen." I stopped. 

"As good as you feel, as much as I think we both want this, I'm serious -- I won't have sex with you on a first date." The words were no longer a conversation, she'd given a command and I realized we weren't playing anymore. I relinquished my hold.

"I didn't realize this was a date," I answered, "but it's not my way to make someone do what they don't want to." I relaxed my arms from around her back, but when I did, she locked hers around me holding me even tighter against her. 

"Jim, it's been a long time since someone has shown me as good a time as you have. It's been a long time since I've wanted someone as much as you. I just need you to know before we get to out of control what the limits are." She sighed. "I came to San Diego to meet a man that I'd never met and spend the weekend with and implicit in that was the fact that I might end up in bed with him. The only thing that's changed is the man. Regardless, the same thing I told Ned before I came here applies; I don't go to bed with a man on a first date.

I don't think at first I quite understood what she was saying, but gradually I realized that she was serious. Incredulously I answered, "Good heavens Gloria, we're both adults; we've both got kids old enough to be doing this, we're both having a good time, it's pretty obvious we both want this, why should we call it quits now?"

For a moment she just looked at me, I could tell she was contemplating the exact thing I'd just asked, then with a sigh she said "Because I gave my word."

I pondered it for maybe a split second before I intelligently said "Huh? You gave your word to whom?"

She sighed again, that exasperated sigh of someone admitting what they really didn't want to. "I gave my word to my mother." 

"Right," I answered incredulously a moment later. Totally surprised by her answer, I shook my head in disbelief. 

"You told your mother you were coming to California to meet and spend the weekend with someone you'd been conversing with on the internet, someone you'd never otherwise met before but had only talked to, but not to worry, you weren't going to sleep with him on the first date?"

"Jim, it's not like that." She leaned back against my arms; I was again holding her upright. Her hands came up between us, her hands slid onto my naked chest. Her voice again sounded sheepish, almost childish, confessing what was sure to sound silly. "It was a long time ago, just before my very first date. I was 16 and getting ready to go out. Just before I left my Mom came into my room and closed the door behind her, which she only did when I was in trouble. She said 'Gloria, I've raised you and taught you to do the right thing, to know right from wrong, but from now on you're on your own. You'll meet boys and do things that feel good and it's easy to get carried away. Believe me; I know that hormones make youngsters crazy. What you choose to do is up to you now; I won't be there to look after you. Just promise two things. Never let your date get into your pants on a first date and stay out of his, and never have sex without protection." I was mortified; I couldn't believe my Mother was being so blunt. She said "Promise me. Do that and you'll do OK. If it's a good thing it will still be there the next time, if it's not you'll never regret it." I gave her the old "yeah, yeah, whatever" but that wasn't good enough. She said "I'm serious. Promise me, you'll keep your panties on and you'll always use protection.

She looked at me and smiled. "I promised, and I never had sex with a guy on a first date -- but that was only one of the promises." She looked a bit rueful as she continued, "I only had sex without protection once, but with me that was all it took. Anyway -- I promised myself I'd never break my promise again."

I didn't know what to say, I'd never been so flabbergasted. I did nothing for a moment, not knowing whether I should kiss her again or what. She solved the problem, reaching around my neck with one hand and pulling me down a bit to kiss her again. I didn't hesitate. 

I pulled her to me, our mouths and tongues dueling hungrily. Her arms went around my neck, the towel held only by the pressure between our bodies. I felt my cock hardening between us, she surely had to be feeling it also. Once again the tuck of the towel came undone, this time the towel falling away from her back leaving it completely naked. I stopped my hands at her waist as she'd requested, stopping where I supposed her panties would have been.

I suddenly pulled away, the towel between us starting to fall. It hung up on one breast, her other exposed. She caught the towel with her arm holding it in place, but made no effort to recover her exposed breast. I reached back and lifted the towel; she shifted her arm to keep it there.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I can't keep this up or we're going to break your promise," 

She said nothing, the look in her eyes telling me she was in agreement. I reached out my hand and she took it. "Come on, I'll make dinner." 

I headed into the kitchen, grabbing my shirt from the laundry room as we went in. She headed back to get her clothes, reappearing a few minutes later. I already had dinner well under way. 

When she reappeared, she walked up behind me, putting her arms around me. "Thank you," is all she said.

I turned, put my arms around her, pulling her to me hard. She'd put on the same blouse she'd had on the day before on the plane, my hands on her back told me she didn't have a bra on. I turned her face up to me, where I again kissed her, then pulled away looking at her with a grin, sliding my hands to her arms where I gripped them, breast high. The location of her nipples was barely evident though her blouse. She said nothing, just looked at me, and I relinquished the grip on her arms, slowly trailing a finger across her breasts until they reached the little nub that was barely visible. Bringing my thumbs into play I tweaked both nipples through her shirt causing them to erect and show much more than they had. I slipped my hands to her waist, pulling her lower body against mine where my cock, although not rigid, was firmly pressed between us. 

"Ok, Miss "I don't want to be a Cock Tease," so be it. You put up the rules, I agree to your rules. No sex tonight. Chastity belts in place; no oral sex, no intercourse -- nothing but hot and bothered for us tonight. I'm not going to eat your pussy until you come no matter how much you want it. I'm not going to pleasure you with my toy," I flexed my waist muscles, my now nearly rock hard cock bobbing in greeting between us, "no matter how much you beg. But in return," I paused for effect, "you can expect that I'm going to make you wish you hadn't set that rule." I slid my hands back up between us, a quick squeeze of her unencumbered breasts for now, feeling her nipples in my palms, then bent over and kissed her again. "But for now, let's eat."

Dinner was surprisingly relaxed, despite the undercurrent of sexual tension between us. After I'd cleaned up, we took a fresh glass of wine out to the balcony where it was still surprisingly warm and the city was spread out below us. A love seat, a couple of glasses of wine, two people who were mutually attracted to each other -- she snuggled against me and I put my arm around her. Surprisingly we just sat and talked for quite some time until she said "Will you shut up and kiss me?" I did.

My hands wandered up and down her sides and back and when I again reached to caress her breast my hand slid effortlessly into the vee, finding her bare nipple already hard to my exploring fingers. I pushed a little with the back of my hand and the vee easily opened allowing her breast to be completely exposed. 

I pulled away slightly from the kiss, watching my fingers tease her nipple. "This isn't your shirt, is it," I stated more than asked.

She tried to kiss me again, "What difference does it make?"

"Absolutely none," I answered. "It's just that it shows some wonderful cleavage that doesn't normally get exposed. You wore it yesterday and then you wore it again tonight to look and feel sexy and it just dawned on me that it wasn't yours. It isn't, is it."

She nodded, "I borrowed it."

"From who?" "Does it matter?"

"No, I'm just curious." She didn't answer, we went back to kissing, but my hands began untucking the shirt to take it off her. "I was just curious about whose clothes I was going to be taking off of you," I continued as I began pulling the now untucked shirt up her body. She sat away from the chair back and raised her arms as I pulled the shirt over her head. She turned and pulled at my shirt, so I helped take it off before we sat back together.

"You're still somewhat of an enigma to me." I ran a finger along her normal tan line. "You normally wear conservative clothing," after which I ran the finger down between her breasts, tracing about where the line from the plunging vee of her shirt would have been, "but yet yesterday and today you wore someone else's shirt that shows off a sexy side of you." I circled first one breast and then the other with my finger, drawing a figure eight, "you don't spend much time in the sun," to which I finished by drawing my finger along the obvious edges of the swimsuit tan line, "yet somewhere not too long ago you spent some time in a swimsuit."

"I borrowed it from my daughter, Melissa."

"And what Pray Tell, made you borrow a sexy shirt from your daughter?"

"She suggested it." 

"Is there a story there?" I asked, sensing that there was.

"Sort of. Maybe a little." 

"Go on."

"Melissa's been probably my biggest supporter since, well, since forever. After we broke up she was pretty upset, but after the divorce and she went to college she kept telling me I needed to get back out in the world, to move on with my life. A while back the two of us took a short vacation; we went to Miami for a long weekend. She'd been saying we just needed to get away, saying that it would do me good to have a change of scenery. So when she suggested a beach weekend, we just did it. I had an old one piece swimsuit that I thought was perfectly fine and put it in to go. We got everything packed up, and what I didn't know was my daughter took my bags out. When we got to Miami, I found that I had nothing to wear except what I had on -- or to buy new clothes, or to wear Melissa's stuff. Later she admitted she did it on purpose, to make me quit wearing clothes that she called "fuddy duddy." On Saturday evening we went bar hopping and dancing, and she had me wear that shirt. She said it made me look hot."

"I'd agree with that, it does."

"Thank you. When I decided to come and meet Ned .... Well, I ..." 

"I understand" I interrupted. 

She leaned back again against the chair while I looked down on her now topless torso. This time she made no effort to cover her breasts. 

They were medium sized, two large brown areolas were in sharp contrast to the pure white of the skin of the rest of her breasts; the area under her areolas puffed out just a bit more than the rest of her breasts. Her nipples were extended, the overall effect being that her breasts were slightly cone shaped. A curved brown tan line well up on her chest told me she was unused to exposing her breasts with any of her normal clothes, although a second tan line said she had actually been out in a bikini somewhat recently. I reached up and ran a finger over her other nipple which responded to the attention.

We began kissing again, this time my hand shifting back and forth between her bare breasts, occasionally sliding around her bare shoulders onto her bare back. It didn't matter where I touched, her body responded like a cat -- I could almost hear her purring. Her breasts seemed to be connected to her breathing - the more I played with them the more ragged her breathing became. I stopped our kissing and play, had her sit up and raised my right leg into the seat, turned her around so she was leaning back into me. I adjusted my cock which had grown rock hard but was in an uncomfortable position directly between us, so she could lean back against me without either of us being uncomfortable. 

I moved her hair, apparently freshly cleaned while I'd been making dinner as the slight chlorine smell was gone, away from her neck. My nose behind her ear drew a giggle of pleasure, but when I sucked her earlobe, it drew a moan. My arms were both over her shoulders, a globe of breast in each hand. I drew her nipples not with my fingertips but with the fleshy part between my thumb and forefinger as I caressed them. 

"Ummm." She purred. "That feels so good." I slid my hands outboard a bit and began rolling each nipple under a thumb. She arched her back, forcing them harder against my thumb. I pulled away slightly when she did, teasing, which drew a growl of displeasure. "Harder" she demanded. "Too soft."

I brought my thumbs and forefingers together with her nipples between them in each hand, the small nubs now larger where they had continued to grow with my attention to them. "Oh God, Yes!" she moaned. I pulled each nipple away from her body, her breasts becoming more cone shaped as I did so. The elasticity gone, I began twisting each nipple back and forth. Her breathing was well beyond ragged, now intermittent as she occasionally realized she wasn't breathing and took gasps to get caught up. "So good, so good when you do that," she panted. I released her breasts, raised my fingers to my lips where I wet them with my saliva and reached back down to again roll her nipples between my now lubricated fingertips. 

"Do you play with your nipples?" I whispered into her ear as I again pulled her breasts into cones with her nipples, the saliva now evaporated away. 

"Ye....es" she whispered, almost inaudibly as I continued sucking and playing with her earlobe. 

"When you masturbate?" I mouthed into her ear.

"I took her moan of pleasure as a 'yes'", but I wanted to hear her say it. "Do you play with your nipples when you masturbate?"

"Yesssss" she hissed. I again lubricated my fingertips, the jerk of pleasure as I slid them over her nipples suddenly giving me an idea. "Oh that's so good when make them slippery like that." She moaned. I released her breasts, pushing forward a bit on her shoulders until she took the hint and sat up.

"Sit still, I'll be right back," I told her.

I returned momentarily, my fingers already coated with lube. I set the tube on the chair beside us as I came out; I don't think she saw as she made way for me to slide back in behind her. Carefully, not touching my now slippery fingers to anything, I retook my position and she slid back against me again.

"What did you do?" she asked as I again reached around her shoulders.

"This" I answered as my lubed fingers found her nipples. 

Gloria gasped at the sensation, the lubrication now making it impossible to pinch or get friction on her nipples. I tried to pull her nipples again, my fingers slipped off. I tried to pinch them again; they easily slipped from my grasp. I again rubbed my thumbs across them; this time, with no friction, she moaned in ecstasy. I began easily pinching down with thumb and forefinger, each time her nipple shooting away from my grip which caused a little twitch in Gloria. With each different movement, I felt her growing tension against me. When I began trying to twist her nipples like I had before, I couldn't as my fingers wouldn't grip her skin but her hand gripped my leg. "Harder," she again begged, "Harder." I tried, but I couldn't, with the lube my fingers just slipped off. Her breathing was again out of control, but her begs of "harder" had changed to "don't stop, don't stop," her back arched, trying to push her breasts against my fingers and hands. Suddenly, she convulsed and doubled over, her hands coming up to grip mine, crushing my hands to her breasts trying to prevent my fingers from moving again. The lubrication on her nipples was now against my palms however, each time I moved my hands caused another convulsion -- her legs pulling together towards the core of her being. I moved my hands slightly again, and she gripped them, trying to keep me from moving. Giggling or crying, maybe both as I couldn't tell which, she said "My God will you stop? You're driving me crazy!" I didn't move. A few moments later with a sigh, she said "I didn't know that could happen. You made me cum with just my nipples!" Her hands were still gripping mine, but this time when I moved my hands she allowed just a bit before she gripped my hands again, squeezing her legs together again. 




Executive Platinum Ch. 02



A moment later, she took my hands and moved them with her own, just a bit; a small spasm from her body each time she did. "I can't believe I came."

She suddenly turned, kissing me ferociously, sucking my tongue into her mouth, pressing her breasts against me. Her mouth moved rapidly, kissing my chin, sucking my neck, moving downward. She hungrily sucked on one of my nipples, her hand rubbing the other while her other hand slid down and was rubbing my cock through my pants. Immediately her rules came to mind, "never let your date into your pants and stay out of his." Well, at least she wasn't getting inside. What was the difference between rubbing my hard cock with her hand and holding it against her through our clothes, I reasoned?

Oh, about 15 seconds.

That's all it took and she was fumbling at my pants. I reached down, took her hand. "Gloria."

She grabbed my nipple with her teeth, nippng, then sucking, while her second hand went down to help the first. "Gloria" I repeated, as her mouth left my nipple, her mouth heading lower on my body.

"I want to suck you. I want to feel your hard cock in my mouth. I want to make you cum." Her tongue pierced my belly button. "I want to taste you." I gently covered her hands with mine. She'd set the rules, there must have been a reason -- I didn't want to take a chance on her regretting things later. I figured there wouldn't be any regrets -- but as hot as the last hour had been, things seemed to be going well following the rules.

I gently pulled her back up my body; she responded sliding back into the crook of my arm, nestling against my shoulder. She finally relaxed with a sigh.

"I can't believe how you did that." She said, her hand stroking back and forth on my chest, her finger occasionally finding my small nipple. "I've always known my nipples were really sensitive, but I didn't realize I could cum that way." My hand was fondling her breast as we lay there, my fingers no longer covered with lube but still finding her erect nipple a pleasure to play with. 

"I'm glad you stopped me."

"I'm not. I'm probably going to bed with the first set of blue balls I've had in 30 to 40 years." 

Her hand stopped on my breast, her fingernail flicked my nipple. Although I'm fairly certain it wasn't as sensitive as hers, it still caused a twitch when she did. "And do you play with your nipples when you masturbate?"

"Who says I masturbate?" I answered.

"Are you a man? Of course you masturbate." She pulled herself upright, straddling me with surprising speed, kneeling on the chair and pushing her breasts into my face. "And I'm a woman that wants to make sure you need to masturbate tonight. I'm going to be alone in my bed making myself cum again and imagining it's you doing it and I want to know that you're doing the same." I didn't have to be instructed; her nipple fit my mouth perfectly. I suckled first one nipple then the other while she ran her fingers through my hair. Her deep throated moans of pleasure told me she was enjoying it; her hands slid down to my chest, each finding one of my own nipples. Without thinking my hands which had been roaming her back had slid down onto her shorts covered bottom, fondling the two delicious globes of her ass.

Her hands returned to run through my hair again "I'd forgotten just how good that feels." She giggled. "God you make me feel wanton! Do you know I used to masturbate after I nursed Melissa? She'd eat and I'd get hornier and hornier and if my husband wasn't around or was asleep I'd almost always masturbate." She suddenly pulled away, looking at me very seriously. "Jim, are you playing with my bottom?" She pushed away, and stood up.

"I'm sorry Gloria, I didn't realize...."

She looked angry for a moment, and then broke into a grin. "It's OK, I just said you couldn't get "into" my panties, I didn't say you couldn't feel my bottom. Come on."

"Come where?" I asked, wanting to go back to kissing tits and sucking tongues.

"Let's go swimming. I may not be willing to service you tonight, but it doesn't mean I can't enjoy looking at you. Come do your Chippendale pool routine for me again."

I stood up, following her around the corner of the house to the laundry room where I stepped in and grabbed two new towels. As I stepped back out in the dark, a sliver of a moon the only light, I saw Gloria just walking up to the steps of the pool, apparently wearing a white bikini. One quick double take was all it took for me to realize it was just her skin that had never seen the light of day. "Are you bringing me one?" she called out.

"Got you covered." I answered, and then thinking about it said "Well not quite at the moment." I dropped the towels and my shorts next to hers, and stepped down into the pool. Gloria was swimming away from me across the pool; I sat down on the deepest step. The water was surprisingly warm; it actually felt warmer than it had during the day.

"Why is the pool warmer than it was this afternoon?" Gloria said as she swam back to me, a breast stroke keeping her face and head above water.

"It only feels that way," I answered. "Contrast between the air and the water. The air has cooled off considerably; in fact it's probably cooler than the water right now. During the daytime it's the other way around so the water feels cooler."

I leaned back onto the higher step from where I was sitting. "I don't want to get my hair wet." Gloria said as she swam right up to me, her arms going around my neck, her mouth finding mine. Just like that we were kissing and sucking again, this time totally naked. The water partially supported her weight so it was only the weight of my own body forcing my back uncomfortably against the steps, but I didn't mind. My erect cock was smashed between us; Gloria was moving back and forth feeling it pressed against her belly. My hands were on her breasts, on her back, pulling her to me again when I suddenly realized I had two handfuls of naked ass, pulling her against me. I immediately released her bottom, and she giggled.

"I wondered when you were going to realize."

"God I'm sorry Gloria. I'm trying, I really am." She said nothing for a minute.

"Do you suppose it's because we could, but we've just agreed not to? I can't decide whether it's because I haven't had sex in forever or that I've decided not to tonight -- but my God I'm horny. She wiggled her pelvis against me, my cock against her pubic bone. 

She giggled again. "You haven't seen my panties yet, have you?"

"Not particular. Why?"

"That's the other change Melissa did to me. All she had was thong panties so I had to wear hers, and when we got back she made me get rid of all of mine that she said were granny underwear and get new ones that are also thongs -- which means that technically my bottom is never 'in' my panties. I groaned, pulling her to me, swallowing her tongue and grabbing her ass to pull her against me once again. This time I was dry humping her, if that's possible underwater, masturbating myself against her pelvic area. She pulled away from our kiss, I tried to follow but her hand rose between us, her finger held against my lips. 

"Shh. Down boy." I was almost gone, she'd put me to the brink of oblivion, and realized it. She pulled away, I gradually relinquished my hand grip on her pretty bottom. She pushed back and to one side, climbing the stairs beside me. I turned and followed her, she turned and handed me the second towel. I took it from her, but just dropped it. I reached down and grabbed my cock, and began jerking. "Not a cock tease? The hell you aren't." 

This wasn't a "build myself up and eventually cum" jerk off, this was an "I've already done everything but cum" jerk off. All it took was, two, maybe three jerks and suddenly I was spewing cum all over. It sprayed on the sidewalk; it sprayed against Gloria's stomach and chest, it sprayed on the rock around the pool. I jerked myself again and again, finally small driblets of cum all that was left. Gloria said nothing, the entire time, just stood and watched, then walked back over to the pool dropping her towel at the edge and sat down on the steps washing my cum off her body.



Executive Platinum Ch. 03



She handed me her wet towel as she began to put her pants back on. For the first time I saw her panties, although in the dark I really couldn't see them, just that as she'd said, they were a thong that left her entire backside naked. I took her towel and wiped off what little bit of cum had gotten on me, then took my towel and began really drying off. She stepped into her shorts, I reached down and picked up my own and slipped them on. I grabbed both towels; Gloria said "Ready?" and we began the walk back to the house. 

I took the time to drop the towels in the washing machine as we went by, grabbing the ones from earlier in the day at the same time and sticking them in just so they weren't on the floor. Gloria had stepped on in and turned toward the kitchen. The light, once she turned it on, had been enough to help me find the towels in the otherwise dark house. I heard the clink of wine glasses. When I also stepped into the kitchen, she was holding out a full wine glass to me, another about to touch her lips. 

"That was fun, wasn't it? Want to do it again?"

Gloria was still topless; I realized her shirt had to still be out on the balcony. I looked her up and down, and grinned. "What makes me think you're going to be insatiable?" I asked, stepping forward and setting my glass onto the counter beside me and leaning forward into her. She made no effort to stop me as I began to tongue her nipples. 

"A fine vintage, this one," I said, licking her left nipple and sucking it in. "A tasty after dinner aperitif with just a hint of cherry." I shifted over to her right nipple, "while its mate is definitely just a dessert wine." I flicked my tongue back and forth. "While fully capable of being enjoyed to exhaustion," I blew air across her nipple which continued to grow to my attention, "they're sometimes best savored one course at a time." I straightened up, reached over for my glass of wine and headed back out to the deck. I opened the door for Gloria, then went back and turned the light out before joining her. I was almost blind because of the light, but Gloria reached out and took my hand. I sat beside her in the love seat once again.

"Do you always do it so fast and hard?" she asked.

"Oh God no. Just when I'm suffering from Blue Balls and the biggest cock tease I've ever met in my life has taken me to the verge of wanting to rape her, it doesn't take much. Why?"

"I'd just never seen it like that before."

"You've seen someone masturbate before?"

"No, not really. I mean, I've given my husband a hand job before, but it always took longer than that."

"Probably wouldn't have if he was overstressed like I was. Don't forget, you'd been doing a pretty good job on me for about two hours."

She shifted against me in the seat. I changed the wine to my other hand, put my arm around her. My hand fit nicely under her arm, she raised it slightly so I could cup her breast. My fingers barely reached her nipple; she turned her back to me slightly so I had better access. I kissed her head.

"Nice titties, darling."

"Really?" she answered without hesitation. "You don't think my butt is better?" 

"Definitely not. Your ass would stop a train in its tracks." I rolled her nipple. "But your boobies and nipples are exquisite little temptations"

"I like it when you play with my nipples." 

"I like playing with nipples. Biting, sucking, tweaking. Nature's jewelry."

"What?"

"Nature's jewelry. Nothing to turn a man on more than a nice ass on the back end and hard little nipples decorating the front end."

"My husband didn't pay much attention to them."

"Your husband was a fool." I set my wine down again and began fondling her two handed again. 

"God I love that."

"MMM. Me too," I answered. "I love it when they get big and hard and rubbery." Her hand was rubbing my leg; she reached over and rubbed her arm against my cock through my pants.

"Are you going to masturbate again?" 

"I don't know. Probably. You get me worked up as much as you did a while ago, I certainly will, unless we decide to forego this first date rule." She didn't say anything, just twisted her head and kissed me. I kissed her back. She reached behind my head to hold my mouth to hers, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I continued to roll her nipples, flicking them with my thumb, hefting her breasts fullness. She pulled away.

"It's definitely the rule. The more I want you, the more I tell myself I can't have you tonight, the hotter I get and the nastier I want to be with you."

"You can tell I'm hating this."

"Do you masturbate in bed?" she asked.

"Sometimes."

"Where do you masturbate most of the time?"

"Depends on where I am." I thought about it for a moment, and then answered,"probably most of the time in the shower. Easy to clean up that way. Why the interest in masturbation?" 

She didn't answer so I pressed her. 

"Will you show me?" she asked

"Will I show you what?" I countered.

"I want to watch you masturbate again. Not fast like last time, I want to see how you do it."

"Well, I don't know, Miss "I'm not a cocktease" with all the rules. Would this count as getting into my pants?" I grinned at her. 

"No, I think that counts as you getting into your pants, and that's definitely OK."

"Well, I don't know, do I get something in return?" I asked playfully. I pulled her nipples, making her breasts into cones like before. 

"Mmm." She moaned as I twisted her nipples back and forth. "You get to get off, isn't that enough?" she responded.

"I get that anyway." I relaxed my pull on her nipples, wet my thumbs and cupping her breasts began running my thumbs over her nipples. "I was thinking more like maybe watching you get off. Watching you masturbating, seeing what you do to get yourself off. Have you ever done that before? Masturbated for someone to watch?"

She shook her head no. I squeezed her nipples. "That's not fair." She moaned, "I can't think straight when you're doing that." 

I laughed.

"Then there's always a first time. Is it a deal Ms. Cocktease?" I nibbled her earlobe again; she always seemed to respond to that. "You want to watch me take my big hard cock and jack it off so you can see? Maybe start when it's not so hard and do it long and slow until I spit a fountain of sperm into the air? Is that what you want?" Her body was squirming beneath me, I already knew the answer.

"Yes."

I reached over to the table, picking up the tube of lube, holding it right in front of us as I squeezed a dollop on my finger, put the tube back and then spread it on my remaining fingers. "And in return, you're going to masturbate for me?" I held my fingers just over her nipples, not quite touching them. "Yes?" I questioned.

"Yes," she whispered. I let my lubricated fingers slide over her nipples. She moaned.

"And what are you going to show me, my little Cocktease? Are you going to show me that pink little clit of yours you're keeping behind that cute little thong? Are you going to touch it for me, imagining how much better my tongue is going to feel tomorrow?"

"Yes".

"Are you going to touch your nipples while you do it? Or do you want me to touch your nipples while you do it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what? That's two questions. Do you want me to touch your nipples while you masturbate?" She moaned. "Do you want me to slide those cute little panties off and my shorts off and slide my cock into your cunt right now?" I was stroking her nipples, acting like I was pulling them again, but my fingers kept slipping right off. I could tell she was getting quite worked up, much like when she'd cum earlier.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Yes what?" 

"Yes I want you in me."

"Oh don't worry; you'll get that all right, but not tonight. The only thing going in you tonight is your fingers, if you want. Do you want that?"

"Ye....yes" she stuttered. 

"Why don't you reach down and slide those pants and panties off right now then. Do you need my help?"

She shook her head no. I reached up and nudged her head around sticking my tongue into her mouth. She sucked it down her throat in response; I began to feel her hands working on her pants. Soon she was trying to move them off her hips, I helped her raise up to free them from the chair, and soon she was naked in my arms. "Oh yes my beautiful lady." I whispered in her ear, kissing her ear, sucking it, then kissing her cheek and hair. I moved my hands from her breasts. "Reach up now and show me how you tweak your own nipples." She did as I instructed. 

"Oh yes, is that good?" She nodded. "Good, is there enough lube on them? Do you want some more?" She moaned and nodded. I reached to the table, took just another small dab and placed it on my finger tip. I slid my own hands down and added my fingers to hers on her breasts for a moment. "Show me, Baby. Make yourself cum for me."

She ran the palm of her left hand ran down her body, her fingertips raised, as they were covered with lube. When she got down to her pubic area, her fingers obviously wiped the lube in the vicinity of her clit, and then her hand continued to her labia. As she pulled on them, a pronounced clit became visible where it had been hidden by the large labial folds, her right hand moving down to join her left. Pinching her labia on either side, she was able to twist and pull and move them, I suppose similar to the extra skin on a penis, and as she did so her clit protruded from her folds like a little penis. She pinched and rubbed them together, something that I wouldn't have thought pleasurable, however she obviously did. She pressed with her fingertips all around her vulva, rubbing surprisingly hard, everywhere - except on her clit. As she did this, her now exposed clit visibly expanded, its growing pinkness begging for attention. She finally touched it with her right hand, her middle finger gently sliding and diddling back and forth across her bean. She moved her finger so she could cup her mound with the left, which allowed her to press hard and rub on the entire area. She eased up and again began gently diddling her clit while her other middle finger disappeared inside herself. Her right hand came back up to her nipples, gently circling them with a finger and then taking them between her thumb and forefinger twisting them as if she were spinning a top. For the first time I caught the faint smell of her pussy, undoubtedly from her fingers. 

"Oh yes, baby. Is that good? Is it good with a finger inside you? I whispered in her ear as her head was slightly sideways. Her ear being right there, I licked and sucked it into my mouth. Her hand moved faster in response, plunging her middle finger in and out rapidly, then stopping, her finger deep inside, rubbing some unseen spot. Her right hand went back down to her groin, lightly touching her clit, once -- twice, flicking it rapidly for a moment, then began pressing hard on her pubic bone just below it. Her left hand would plunge in or out once or twice, then her right hand rubbed hard back and forth against the area. I could feel the tension building in her body, her breasts silhouetted between my face and her nether regions, now showing tight erect nipples on her luscious mounds, the warm melting of her body against me gradually stiffening as her concentration was between her legs. Her rough handling of her vaginal areas was surprising to me; I'd always treated a pussy more delicately than she did. 

With her hands busy below, I moved my hands back to her breasts. No sooner did I begin playing with her once again engorged nipples, circling and gently twisting around them as she just had, than she began moaning and writhing. She moved her left hand up and pulled the skin away from around her clit, making the pink little nib appear that much larger. She took her right hand that had been gently stroking her clit and pressed hard just above the clit itself rubbing hard back and forth. Her shoulders began to hunch under me; she began to buckle in towards her pelvis, her entire body collapsing in on itself until suddenly she exploded outward, her back arching, her pelvis shoving forward. 

Her finger continued their buzz saw attack above her clit, her back arching a second, then a third time before her fingers stilled. I'd quit on her nipples as soon as she began to cum, just holding her breasts in my hand, her nipples hard in my palms. Just rubbing my thumbs across her nipples was enough to make her twitch again.

She lay there in my arms, panting for breath -- I hadn't realized she'd been holding it. I watched as her fingers continued to caress herself, at first only occasionally touching her clit itself, gradually touching it more as she came down from her high. My hands rested on her breasts, cupping them as they perfectly fit my hands. 

She sighed, contentedly. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger in response. 

"Do you like them?" 

"Your nipples?" I responded. "Of course. Natures baubles -- jewelry of the breast."

She giggled, followed by an "umm" of enjoyment before she said "I can't say as I've ever heard nipples described that way, but I was asking about my tits."

I cupped her breasts in response, pulling tightly against her body.

"I think they're wonderful."

"You don't think they're too small?"

"Too small? I think they're absolutely perfect. Why would you think such a thing?"

"My husband. He always said I needed a boob job."

"Again, all I can say is your husband was a fool."

"Really?"

"Really!" 

She was silent for a moment, just leaning back against me. "You know, I think I made a mistake."

I tensed slightly, mulling over in my mind what had transpired between us. Nothing came to mind.

"What mistake?"

She didn't even hesitate. "I should have kept my panties on twenty years ago" she said, twisting to where we could again kiss but not separating our bodies. Her mouth rose to mine, our kiss involved tongue sucking and moaning. She finally pulled away.

"Back then, I remember it was all about getting into each other's pants. If I'd known sex could be this good without putting out I wouldn't have a daughter." In response, I pulled her hard against me, our mouths dueling in passion, her now naked body pressed against my cock. Her hand slid down to my pants, she rolled aside slightly and squeezed the hard package that greeted her hand. Now it was my turn to moan.

"You'd better put your panties back on if you really intend to not have sex with me." I threatened. 

In response, her hand stroked up and down once, her thumb wrapping over the top, stroking back and forth once. "Not yet," she answered. "I still want to watch you; I want to see you do yourself. I want to see that big hard cock again." 

I growled in response, her dirty talk had me writhing in my pants. I pulled her to me, my hand crushed between my chest and her breast, her rock hard nipple stayed in place against my palm as I moved my hand. With my other hand I again reached down to her bottom, inching my way toward her crotch and the awaiting promised land from behind. She realized where my hand was inching and suddenly pulled away, spinning and standing up only to plant herself in the chair directly opposite.

"No! You can't have me," she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She slid down in the chair, bringing her legs up, opening herself up for my eyes. I was seeing her nether region straight on for the first time, but the look of lust on her face was almost as enjoyable as the glistening lips and show she was giving me below.

Her hand spread her lips again, her pink pussy exposed. She pulled back hard on her clit covering, the little pink button popping up for my eyes to see. She dipped a finger into her pussy, pulling her juices up to her clit where she ran one finger around it again and again.

"Show me! Take it out! Oh god I want to talk dirty to you! I want to make you want me. Do you want me? Do you want to lick my clitty? Tomorrow I want to suck your cock but now I want to see you jack off again. I want to see you beat it, hard, like you did before." She pressed hard against her mons, rubbed back and forth, then moved her hands down and began masturbating more like she had before. Her fingers of one hand were dipped into her pussy, pushing hard on the inside while the fingers of the other were abusing the entire area around her clit, only occasionally stroke her clit itself. 

In the meantime I hadn't hesitated, I'd shucked my shorts, and now I was naked also. I was sitting on the edge of the seat now, my cock in hand, slowly stroking as Gloria frigged herself, her fingers a blur against her pubic bone.

"Do you like your cock sucked? Tomorrow I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to eat me but tonight we're going to do ourselves." She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, taking them to her mouth and sucking her own juices from her fingers.

"Do you ever taste yourself? Do you ever taste your cum? Sometime I want to try a woman. The thought just makes me so hot." Her chatter was practically non-stop, sometime nonsensical, sometime coherent but all nasty. "Are you doing it fast enough? Are you going to cum? I want you to cum with me. Beat it. Make yourself cum when I cum......Oh god this is so hot. I've never been so slutty before."

I was stroking myself, not holding back. I could tell I was getting close, my own breathing so ragged I was out of control. I slowed down my stroking, crossing my legs to restrict the blood flow to my cock, then working more and more blood into it, making it swell even more. I kept squeezing blood into it, making it bigger and harder. "How about you," I asked, "do you like my cock?"

"Oh god yes. It's so beautiful." The head was now purple and swollen beyond anything she'd yet seen, but still I forced it bigger, the blood vessels popping out on the sides of the shaft like a giant dildo. I remembered the lube, looking over at the end table the tube was still where I'd left it. I took my hand, spread a dab in my palm and rubbed it on the head of my cock. I groaned; the sensation almost too much. 

"Are you ready? Are you going to cum with me?" It was almost more than I could take; the slickness of the lube in my hand on my hypersensitive glans.

"Al...most," she panted. "Al....most...." she was arching her back, her fingers now rubbing directly on her clit, and as her arch collapsed, I couldn't hold back any longer. Standing, my body telling me to thrust deep in my hand, I staggered forward and collapsed, catching myself on her chair with one hand, my cum spurting onto her belly. I don't even know if she noticed at first, her own orgasm taking her senses away. I jerked my cock hard, again, and then again, each time a gob of my spunk firing onto her belly, my balls aching. The urge to shoot eased, I continued to stroke lighter now, milking the last of my semen out of my cock. 

Gloria had stopped her own masturbation, her fingers now spreading my cum on her belly, rubbing gobs of it between her fingers. My own thought processes began to come back to life, and I told her I'd be right back and went and got her some Kleenex to clean her belly. When I got back she'd started pulling her panties back on, pulling them the rest of the way in place after she'd cleaned my seed from her skin. I suggest we could take a shower, she said we'd better to it alone -- or she'd be tempted to break her vow. 

"Are you still sticking with that?" I asked. She nodded.

"For heaven's sake, why?" 

She just looked at me, and then with a smirk said "Are you arguing with the result?"

I just looked at her, not comprehending at first what she meant, and then broke into a grin myself. "Gotta admit, it's been pretty hot."

Gloria went into the guest bathroom and closed the door. I went to my own, took a shower and shaved, and I was still done before her. I put on some pajama bottoms and was back in the kitchen finishing cleaning up when I heard her come back out. She was wearing an oversize t-shirt, I couldn't tell what else. We took the last of the wine down to the living room where the picture window overlooked the valley. We sat on opposite ends of the couch, Gloria looked out the window. When she looked away from the window, I could tell her mood had changed.




Executive Platinum Ch. 03



"Jim, I suppose you think I'm a total slut." She paused but I said nothing. "I'm really not -- I've never done anything like this before."

I nodded, took a sip of my wine. 

She glanced back out the window. "We were out there on the balcony -- do you suppose any of the neighbors saw us?"

I shook my head no. "Possible, but I doubt it. If anyone was outside they might have heard us, but even then sound is funny on the hillside, it tends to go straight out, voices are reflected by the deck so the neighbors normally can't hear anything."

She nodded. "I'd forgotten how much I missed being touched," she said quietly, the neighbors forgotten.

"What do you mean?" 

She didn't answer immediately, finally asking, "When was the last time you had sex?"

I pondered the question, not that I didn't know -- just wondering what she wanted to know for. The last thing I wanted was a jealous argument from a woman I hadn't even bedded yet. "Oh, I don't know -- not that long."

"I haven't had sex in four years." She said this as if it defined everything about her. She took a sip of wine.

"And the funny thing is -- I've had better sex here today with you than I did in my entire 16 years of marriage. Do you know I was married for four years before I ever had an orgasm? If it hadn't been for a girlfriend..." she faded off. 

"I really love it when you touch me, when your hands are all over me. Brett didn't touch me much, with him it was all about him. You know, I'll bet I gave him ten thousand blow jobs over the years, and I think in that entire time he went down on me maybe twice. He always wanted me to get a boob job, said I was too flat." She spat the last out. 

"You know how I found out he was having an affair? He wanted me to give him a blow job and his cock smelled like pussy. I told him we needed to take a shower first but I knew."

"How'd you find out for sure?"

"I followed him. I checked with the secretary at work, told her I had to get some papers signed and she let me look at his calendar to see where he was. On the day I suspected something, it said he'd been visiting one company just before noon, and I noticed he was going there regularly, always about noon and always for a couple of hours, longer than anywhere else. The next time he was scheduled there, I traded cars with my girlfriend so he wouldn't notice me, and just followed him. I found his car at the business he was at before, and followed him to the next one. He didn't even have to go in, she was waiting outside; he just picked her up and they drove to a hotel. I waited about ten minutes, and followed him inside. I told the girl at the desk I was there to meet my husband, he'd just called but I'd forgotten what he told me the room number was and asked if she could give me a key also. She was a little suspicious but I showed her my ID - and she gave me a key. He'd registered as Mr. and Mrs. -- so there was no reason not to. I just opened the door -- and there they were. They hadn't even locked the door."

"So what did you do?"

"He heard the door open, he was on his back and she was on top of him. I had my camera in my hand, I just took a picture said "I want a divorce" and walked out. That was just about 4 years ago." She didn't sound bitter; it was just all matter of fact. She took another sip of her wine. 

"I look back now, and it was always that way. When we first started dating, I'd give him a blow job almost every night. He was eager to get in my pants, and I was eager to let him. We did it almost immediately, but we always used condoms. Then we went to our senior prom, and afterward he and a buddy had rented a hotel room. We didn't find out or realize we didn't have any condoms until we got there. A month later I missed my period and we got married later that summer." 

I just nodded, what was there to say?

"You know, the funny thing, before today -- that night was, what would I call it -- Nastiest? Sluttiest? I don't know, probably just naughtiest night I've ever had. The room had two beds, but they were in the same room. Even with the lights out, there was enough light to see. The other girl, Mary, had big boobs. Brett was always talking about how great her boobs were, and he got to see them all that night. She was really proud of them and didn't mind showing them off. I guess I might have been that way if they were mine too."

"You don't have anything to be envious of" I interrupted. "Chances are hers now hang to her knees and yours are still perfect." 

She laughed lightly "God I hope so."

"It's the truth."

"Whatever." She started back into her story. "Mary had this backless, strapless gown that must have been held up by magic. When her boyfriend unzipped it, she just took it off. All she was wearing was panties and Brett's eyes just about bugged out. She didn't put on anything more than panties until we left the next day when she put her gown back on. I don't know if Brett ever felt her up -- I suspect he might have, but she certainly wasn't afraid to let him look. I was a little more bashful, I made Brett give me his t-shirt. Still, making love with another couple in the same room, even with the lights out we could see what they were doing and they could see what we were doing, I've got to admit that was pretty hot." She looked up at me. "Am I boring you?"

"Not at all."

"That's about it anyway. Next thing I know I'm pregnant and married and thinking is that all there is?" And then I'm a mother and finishing college and there isn't much time for much of anything. And then one day I'm over to a girlfriend's house, and we're back in her bedroom and she'd left her vibrator out on the bed stand. I didn't even know what it was at first. She was all embarrassed when I asked what it was, and then when she realized I really didn't know what it was, well, she made me borrow it."

"Until then, I really hadn't realized what I'd been missing. I mean, Brett and I had sex, and it always felt good, but not all THAT good, and suddenly I found out what I'd been missing. Brett always liked to attack my clit. I'd always known I'd just get numb really quick but it still felt good, and then with that vibrator I had my first orgasm. That's when I realized sex with Brett wasn't really all that good, but no matter how hard I tried, he never changed." She set her now empty wine glass on the table. 

"More?" I asked. She shook her head no, pulling her legs up underneath herself, feet facing me. She was wearing panties I noticed.

"When we divorced I had my vibrator and my daughter Melissa, until she went off to college, and then all I had was my vibrator. Lori knew what had happened with me and her dad, I didn't hide anything. When she got old enough and started dating she told me that I should start seeing other people too, but I didn't do it. Then when she and I went to the beach and she made me realize there was still more to life. We were at South Beach; we had a hotel right on the beach. I didn't realize that so many girls were going topless these days. Melissa shocked me at first when she took hers off and even more that she kept trying to convince me I should take mine off too. I untied it when I was lying down, but I didn't have the nerve to take it off. I should have, after today if we ever go again I will. Anyway, I'd been conversing with Ned online for quite a while, and when he suggested I come out for the weekend....well, I thought I actually knew him but that was a disaster." She looked up at me, shrugged her shoulders. 

"So there it is, I haven't had sex in about four years, and even when I was having sex it wasn't very good. I've never really done anything slutty in my entire life until today and you have me running around outside naked and masturbating in front of you and dreaming about what it's going to be like to go to bed with you." I looked at her, nodding to indicate I was still listening.

"So what did you mean by 'not too long ago' for when you last had sex?" she continued.

"What difference does it make? I mean, it's no one you know...."

She didn't hesitate but just a second. "Truthfully, I've never liked condoms. I brought a box of them, just in case it worked out with Ned and I and he didn't have any. I feel like I know you better in 24 hours than I thought I knew him, and..." She left the sentence hanging.

"And you were hoping we wouldn't have too." She nodded, almost appearing sheepish.

"You're not worried about getting pregnant?" It didn't make any difference, but she didn't know that.

"I've been back on the pill ever since our trip to Miami."

"That's good, but it wouldn't make any difference, I had a vasectomy years ago." 

"So, you've been around? I mean, I know you were married and all but...."

"But have I been sleeping around?" I finished for her. I shook my head no. "Not sleeping around, but I haven't been out of circulation either." Now that I knew what she was asking and why, I had no reason to not tell her.

"There's a neighbor woman that I see a couple of times a week. I was with her last week before I left."

"Oh." I could sense her deflating. "But it's not quite what you think." 

"What's to think? You're single and attractive and you've got a neighbor...." It suddenly dawned on her as to what it might mean, "Is she married?"

"Yes, but I said it's not what you think."

"You're having an affair with a married neighbor woman and it's not what I think? I don't understand." 

"Janet and her husband Rob live across the street. I wouldn't have had an affair with her except that her husband asked me to - or gave me permission to, or whatever. You see, Rob's a quadriplegic, almost totally helpless. Broke his neck in an auto accident a few years ago. After my wife died, Janet came over one morning to offer me a cup of coffee and found me pretty much the same way you did, and well -- one thing eventually led to another. It's not that we're dating, or cheating on her husband -- he knows. He told me his wife was too young to be a nun, he just asked that I don't take her from him. I guess you'd say we're fuck buddies. She calls or comes over; there're times I've called to see if she was busy -- but generally she comes to me." 

I didn't say anything for a moment. "Not quite what you thought was it?"

She nodded in agreement. "Not quite."

I reached over, she took my hand. "I'm fairly certain I'm clean if that's what you're asking. My wife and I had another couple that we were playmates with regularly early in our marriage, but they moved away years ago." I paused, carefully choosing what words I would say next, "Our families have gotten together a couple of times over the years since then. Other than that, I haven't been with anyone besides my wife and Janet in years. And Janet says she hasn't either. In fact, from your description are you certain your husband wasn't playing around with others?"

Gloria shook her head no. "No, actually I'm pretty sure he was. I don't know who or when, but looking back I'm pretty sure he did." She looked and reached for her wine glass, I realized we were both empty.

"I'll get us some more" I told her, setting my empty glass on the table. "Be right back."

When I got back she started talking while I was filling the glasses. "It didn't dawn on me at first that maybe he had. I'd already filed for divorce; I knew he'd been having sex with someone else, that he'd been cheating on me. I was just numb for weeks, and then my girlfriend asked the same question -- if she'd been the only one." 

She took a sip from her wine. "Mmm, that's good. Anyway, it began to bother me; that I didn't know anything, that I didn't know what he might have gotten and given to me. I felt fine, but there was that nagging doubt, you know?"

"Yeah, I'll bet."

"So I went in and got tested. Everything came back negative."

We sat silently for a few moments. I pulled her to me, she turned in the couch and leaned back against me, snuggling in. 

"It's so nice just to be held again." I didn't say anything; we just sat there looking over the valley. 

I turned my head, my nose and face finding the back of her head. The smell of clean hair, the smell of a different woman filled my nostrils. I nuzzled the side of her head, kissed her ear, inhaling and enjoying her scent -- different than my wife, different than Janet. 

"Mmmm. I like that." 

"Like what?"

"I like it when you kiss my ears." I lowered my mouth just a bit and sucked her earlobe like I had earlier. Her hands came up and rubbed her bare arms -- I looked down and saw goose bumps. 

"God that curls my toes when you do that." I changed to the other side, sucked her other ear lobe. She shrugged her shoulders and giggled, the hair on the back of her neck standing up.

"Do you have fantasies?" she asked.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

She didn't answer immediately, and then shaking her head said "You'll think it's weird."

"Try me." She said nothing. I bent back to her ear and whispered just before I sucked her ear lobe again, "Does it have to do with your ears?" 

She shivered in response. She nodded.

"Tell me."

"It's impossible."

"Impossible to tell me or to do?" "To do. I've always fantasized about being sucked by a group. Not just my ears, but everything, ten mouths on my fingers, ten on my toes, on my ears and nipples and pussy. All at the same time."

I sat quietly for a moment, and then hugged her to me, my hand on her breast, her nipple again hard in my palm. "I don't think you're weird." I whispered. "And you're right -- I think it might be impossible. You might have to settle for one per hand and foot, but the rest -- it could be done."

"Oh no!" she gasped, "I don't actually want to do it -- it's just a fantasy." She nestled back against me, enjoying my caresses. "How about you? What's your great fantasy?"

"Hmmm. Hard to say. As a guy, of course every woman is a fantasy." I left the answer hanging as I thought about it, then it dawned on me. "I've had this one fantasy since high school. There were these identical twins in one of my classes that were the hottest girls in the school. I've always fantasized about a threesome with twins."

"That would be a tough one."

"Tell me about it. That's why it's a fantasy -- it'll probably never happen."

It wasn't long after that we finished the wine, and called it a night. She refused my offer to share my bed, I kissed her goodnight at the bedroom door and she didn't invite me in.



Executive Platinum Ch. 04



I overslept in the morning, it was after seven when I finally awoke. For some reason, I didn't mind. There was no sound from her room, so I quietly left a sticky note on the wall across from her saying I'd be back by 9 and went out on my morning run. Sundays I normally take a longer run.

It was slightly after 9 when I stepped into the back yard to find Gloria sitting in a chase lounge, lying back soaking up the morning sun. She was totally nude except for some stretchy girl briefs that were extremely sexy on her. 

"I think I could get used to being naked outside," she said as I sat down on the chair beside her.

"Yeah, but you're not naked."

"I figured if you were going to get into my panties today that I better have some on."

I stood up and bent over to kiss her, running a hand over her breast and down to the shorts where I rubbed her side and onto her bottom as she leaned onto her side into me. "I'm looking forward to it."

"You're sweaty -- go swimming." 

I reached down and dropped my shorts as I straightened up, my cock beginning to harden up and flipping toward her face as it cleared my shorts. "A little sex will make you sweaty too." I countered.

"You tempt me," she responded, "but you owe me a second date first."

"What? But I thought..." 

She laughed. "Oh don't worry, you don't even have to try and impress me. I'll guarantee I'm a sure thing but you've got a cock that needs a whole lot more teasing before I'm ready to be had."

I took a swim, she went inside and got a towel which she held up for me as I got out of the pool. I wiped my face and chest as she turned away. I dropped the towel and spun her back to me, pulling her against me, nothing between us except her shorts. My cock was no longer just semi rigid. I pulled my mouth to hers, she responded in kind, her hands gripping my naked ass, mine sliding down over her cloth covered ass, squeezing the firm globes I found there.

"You've got a great ass" she said.

"So do you" I answered. 

"I'll tell my aerobics instructor you think so. She said she'd get me back in shape." She pushed me away.

"Here's the plan. Feed me. Then we're going to do something, you owe me a second date. And then what do you say we play with whatever pops up?" She reached out her hand pushing my erection to one side. "You really need to put that thing away." She turned and began to walk away. 

I stepped forward quickly, reached down and swatted her bottom, she bent a little and wiggled it at me in response. "Cocktease!"

"Uh-huh!"

I made breakfast, during which I came up with the perfect thing to do. I told her casual, shorts and t-shirt would do. 

She wanted to know where we were going, I didn't tell her until we pulled into the parking lot at the beach. I told her to take her shoes off, which I did also, putting my wallet and ID and keys inside before I got out of the car, checking first to see if anyone was watching. I have a car door key that I keep on a leather that goes around my neck when I'm running, but put everything else into the trunk. I pulled out a blanket that I keep along with a bottle of sunscreen that I slipped into my pocket, and locked the trunk. 

"What's the blanket for?"

"Sand gets hot, gives you something to sit on that's a little cooler."

"Oh." 

We walked over to the surf line, hand in hand, letting the wave's wash over our feet as we worked our way south. It wasn't far and the noontime crowd eased appreciably. I spotted the first nudist on a blanket, not saying anything to Gloria as we passed him. She missed him completely as she wasn't looking toward the cliff. She didn't miss it moments later, a couple walking towards us getting their feet wet also, and both totally naked. 

"Where are we?" she asked, after they'd passed.

"Black's Beach. It's pretty much clothing optional, been that way for years. I just thought you'd said you'd go topless on the beach if you had the chance again -- so here's your chance." I turned up onto the dry sand, walked a bit further to where it leveled off and spread the blanket.

She looked both ways, realizing that up ahead were numerous naked people, and at least one back toward where we'd come from. 

"Are you serious?" she asked. In response, I undid my shorts, letting them drop along with my underwear to the blanket, and then removed my shirt.

"Let's go swimming." Her eyes bugged in response.

"I, uh, I don't know...." 

Her apprehension was obvious, I didn't push it. "I'll be right back," I said, walking nonchalantly toward the surf. 

There was no one else in the immediate area, I could see the naked couple still walking North along the beach away from us. I figured to give Gloria time to get used to the idea, but if she'd decided she could go topless on South Beach, it wasn't much of a step to going naked on Black's Beach. 

I took a plunge into the normally cool and invigorating Southern California water, got beyond the surf break and tread water waiting for a wave. I finally caught a wave only to realize that body surfing naked allowed my pecker to flutter in the water. I realized I'd never body surfed naked before. 

I hadn't brought towels, but used my hands to wipe the water off my face and was practically dry by the time I got back to the blanket where she was sitting.

"It's just like at home -- except the water is salty and there happen to be a few other people around." I said as I took a seat on the blanket. I lay down on my back, watching Gloria through my sunglasses without moving my head. She glanced around one more time, then proceeded to remove her shirt, shaking and folding it before placing it at the top of the blanket. She pulled her shorts off by raising her hips rather than standing up, folded them and put them with her shirt. Nervously she looked around once again, and removed her bra, leaving her in the same stretchy briefs she'd had on at the pool at home. 

I sat up, fished the lotion out of my shorts and began putting it on. When I finished my front, I handed her the bottle. "Do my back?" She took it and I rolled over onto my front. She started at my shoulders, worked her way down, skipping my butt as she went to all the way down to my feet. I was about to say something when she returned to my bottom.

"I can tell you go naked a lot, your bottom is already somewhat tanned."

"Uh-huh. Not surprised. I don't lay out much, don't come here much either, but I go naked at home most of the time. I thought maybe you were being bashful for a moment."

"Just saving the best for last. And your ass is definitely the best." She squeezed my right bun needlessly, then swatted my left. "That's for swatting me earlier."

"Did you like it?"

"That's beside the point. Do me?" I sat up and took the bottle from her. She glanced around once more, rolled over and lay face down on the blanket. As she did, she raised her hips and slid her briefs off, tossing them onto the pile of clothes up top. 

I started at her feet, rubbing lotion into every inch of skin. I did her bottom when I went by, sliding my fingers between her legs, not quite touching her labia. I ran my hand along her butt crack, not spreading her cheeks just making sure she had protection, then moved on up her back and shoulders. She had her arms by her side, I did them too, then told her to roll over. She rolled over, face up. 

I moved back down to her feet and started over, gradually moving up her body. I worked up one leg, working to her crotch before starting over on the other. When I reached her crotch the second time, I didn't hesitate to touch where I'd so desperately wanted to for two days. She made no effort to stop me. 

Her pussy lips protruded slightly, her clit hidden. She wasn't clean shaven, however her pubic hair was thin and ran in rows to the center of her body. I wasn't sure whether she trimmed closely or that's just the way her hair grew. I spread the lotion around her thighs so there was little left on my fingers when I reached her pubic hair. I slid my fingers down over her labia, dragging my middle finger between her lips and across her clit. I wasn't spreading lotion, I was blatantly fondling her. The only lotion I got on her clit was her own moisture, and she was definitely wet. I looked up at her face, her lower lip was between her teeth. 

I didn't linger, but proceeded up her stomach, covering her breasts and chest, feeling her slightly hard nipples stiffen up even more as I rubbed them with lotion. By the time I got done, my cock had stiffened up quite a bit also. I glanced around, I'd been on nude beaches enough to know that obvious arousal is generally a no-no. No one was near; I made no effort to hide it. I finished up with her neck, then reached out and removed Gloria's sunglasses before gently rubbing lotion into her face.

"You've got the best hands," she said as I began to put her sunglasses back on. I inadvertently stuck them in her ear of course, she took them from me and finished putting them on.

"And you've got the best body." I answered.

"I noticed you liked it."

"Is this part of your cock teasing?" I asked laughing. 

"Oh no -- this you've done all on your own."

"So there you go, it isn't so bad, is it?"

"God I feel so naughty! This whole weekend -- I swear, if I told my girlfriend or daughter what I've done they seriously wouldn't believe me. This is so unlike anything I've ever done."

"Didn't you say you were going to take a little walk on the wild side?"

"Actually I think you described it with those words, but it certainly has been." 

Gloria lay on her back soaking up the sun for a few minutes as we talked. I sat up, feeling the heat of the sun again, looking around. "Come on, let's get wet." I grabbed her hand and pulled her up, continued to hold her hand as we went down to the water.

"Crap, that's cold!" she said as the first wave splashed her legs. I pulled her in deeper.

"It's not that bad, just the first splash feels cold. Best thing is to take a running jump, get wet and then it doesn't feel so bad." I let go, high stepped into deeper water, until I half fell, half dove forward into the water. A few moments later, she caught up with me where I was half treading, half bouncing against the bottom as the water rose and fell. 

"I can't believe how much I absolutely LOVE swimming naked. It's so -- delicious! In fact I can't believe how much I enjoy being naked. Who ever would have thunk it?"

We got back in to where we were thigh deep in the water when I noticed the couple walking back down the beach past us. The girl waved, the guy bobbed his head in recognition, obviously checking us out. We both waved back.

"Did you see him checking me out?" Gloria asked.

"I don't know, did you see me checking her out?" 

"I thought you said I had the best body?"

"And how am I to know that if I don't check out the competition?" 

As we came up onto the beach, Gloria took my hand and turned south. "Wanna go for a walk?"

"Are you up for it?" I asked, somewhat surprised after her earlier bashfulness.

"I don't know if I could alone, but if you go..."

The area where we'd been was fairly uninhabited, however about a quarter of a mile ahead there were many more people. Some swimming, some sunbathing, others walking around like we were. Not all were nude, but most were. We walked maybe a mile down the beach before we turned and retraced our steps. 

Approaching our blanket, we could see where a new group had set up not too far from us. They appeared to be two young couples, as we got closer it became clear that they were. Not just young, but pretty good looking also. 

"Ok Gloria, no comparing asses as we walk by."

"I doubt you've got anything to be worried about the way you work out. But I won't say a thing if you don't compare boobs."

"You seem to worry a lot about your boobs for a gal that has a dynamite body."

"Go ahead, say it: dynamite body for a 38 year old."

"Or a 28 year old."

"You know who that looks like? That looks like, what did you call her? On the plane? Oh my god -- I think it is!"

I looked closer, and there was no doubt. "Eye-Candy" was one of the two knockout blondes with two men that were obviously Marines, both had crew cuts and chiseled bodies. They'd set up their blankets and towels just a feet from where our gear was. As we walked up toward our blanket, we passed within just a few feet of the four which gave us plenty of time to review our new neighbor's bodies.

"Eye Candy" was just as good looking naked as she had been on the airplane. She had a completely smooth snatch, with only a small landing strip above. Her tits were definitely artificial, much bigger than either Gloria or her friend, but very nice to look at. The other girl had natural B cup boobs, one of which had a pierced nipple with a small ring hanging from it. Unlike Eye Candy, she was completely bald. Both girls had thong bikini bottom marks, but it was obvious they'd spent quite a bit of time topless from the lack of untanned skin. Glancing at the guys, they were also completely shaved, making their cocks look quite large.

They saw us approaching the blanket, I saw Eye Candy glance at us with a second glance a moment later. A slight double take, but I could tell she didn't really recognize us, nor did she show a hint of bashfulness. As her manner on the airplane had said, she didn't mind showing off a bit. As we got right in front of their towels, I raised a hand to wave and said "Heya Texas, how ya doing?"

She stopped and looked at me solidly, then answered "Do I know you?"

"I don't think so." I grinned, squeezing Gloria's hand.

"Then how'd you know I'm from Texas?" she asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" I answered, barely able to contain my laughter, "They always do things bigger in Texas." 

Her mouth fell open, then she broke into a grin as she realized I was only having fun with her. "We certainly do" she answered, putting her hands under her boobs and hefting them, showing that she knew exactly what I was talking about. She looked at me again with a slight look of recognition. "I've seen you before." Her eyes dropped, checking me out. I knew there was some of me she'd certainly never seen before.

I laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. Actually we were sitting just behind you on the plane the other day." 

"Oh I remember." Her voice betrayed her; she didn't really have a clue who we were. We didn't stop or intrude any further on their party, just kept walking on with a wave. 

We sat down on the towel, I started brushing the sand off my feet to lay down when Gloria leaned over to my ear and said "Do you think we'll get in trouble if I push you onto your back and climb on top and fuck your brains out?" Her hand slid down, grasping my cock which began to respond to her touch.

"I don't know, does this mean that I've FINALLY gotten into your panties?"

She shook her head no. "No, but it's definitely time to." She glanced over at our neighbors, my eyes followed. There were glances coming our way from all four of them "Do you think they'd like to see us do it?"

"I think they would, but unless you want to spend the next couple of days in jail, we better not." She let go of my cock. 

"Spoilsport. Then I guess you better just take me home."

I pulled into the driveway, held the gate open to the yard for Gloria. As I came through after her, she threw her arms around me and began kissing me. I kissed her back, dropping my shoes that I'd been carrying and almost immediately she began pulling my shirt out of my pants. I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head but I was too tall for her. I took the shirt from her grasp and her mouth found my nipples as I was pulling the shirt out of the way. I reciprocated, working her shirt out, pulling her arms up and out of the way. As soon as her shirt was clear, her face was again against my stomach, her tongue penetrating my belly button, her hands fumbling with my belt.

We stumbled further into the yard, somehow I unhooked her bra. She moved it out of the way and off her arms as I sucked her already hard nipples, salty from the ocean, into my mouth. Her hands continued to fumble with my pants, the button of my Levi's fighting her efforts. I moved her hands, taking them myself and easily popping the button free. I hooked my underwear and pants, my already hard cock popping free, right into Gloria's face as she'd dropped to her knees. 

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful." She wrapped her hand around the shaft and engulfed the glans in her mouth. Her tongue twirled around it, she continued down, several inches disappearing into her mouth before she began pulling back out, sucking as she did so. 

"Umm," she said as she pulled off, her tongue licking up the shaft and teasing the soft spot just under the head. She looked up at me with a smile and said with her giggle "He's salty. I didn't know I liked my meat salty," and then sucked me into her mouth once again. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair, enjoying the attention she was slathering on my cock which continued to grow harder to her ministrations. 

I took her arms, lifting her from her knees. She reluctantly pulled off my cock, hungrily sucking as long as she could before, I forced her to rise. Reaching for her pants, I had to unzip them before I could work them off her hips, her mouth devouring mine once again. When I came to her panties, I hooked them to pull them down with her pants, when she put a hand on mine. She pulled away from our kiss, huskily saying "Did I say you could get into my panties yet?"

"Yes." I growled as I jerked her panties and shorts down, the smell of aroused woman immediately noticeable. I slid my hand between her legs, unable to spread them as her pants were only down to her knees, but my fingers easily penetrated her hot sex, she was dripping in arousal. I reached down and pushed her pants down further until she pulled one foot out and stepped on them to pull her other foot out. We stumbled backwards to the stairs by the pool where I sat her down and pushed her back. Spreading her willing legs with my own I slipped forward, my cock rooting around once, twice, before finding the hot soft spot that easily accepted my advances. No need for foreplay, two days of foreplay had left us both crying for relief. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me home. 

"Oh god" she said, her legs moving in concert with my own rhythm, pulling me into her again and again. The pent up frustration of the previous days and nights had addled my mind, I was in no mood to worry about getting her off, making it good for her, all I wanted was to sate my own lust. Apparently she didn't need me too, she began coming before I did. 

It wasn't a long lovemaking session, but neither of us needed it. What we needed was hard, fast, lusty fucking which is exactly what we did. I sensed she was coming more than recognized it, and moments later as I began spurting a load into her hot cunny she locked her ankles to hold me in place. I collapsed against her pinning her uncomfortably against the steps leading to the pool until she told me I had to get off as I was killing her back. I rocked back, pulling her with me, her legs still wrapped around me, until I could stand. Turning, I easily carried her - still impaled on my cock - to the sun lounge. As I laid her back, my rapidly softening cock fell from her pussy, followed by a flood of cum.

"Oh god, I needed that." 

"I've needed that for two days" I answered. 

Still the minx, she giggled. "Yeah, but wasn't it worth the wait?" Her hand reached down and grasped my cum covered cock, squeezing it, feeling its slipperiness. It didn't respond, I knew it would be a few minutes before it would.

"I guess we decided we didn't need condoms." I commented.

"I'm glad." She pulled me to her, leaning forward she took the head of my soft cock in her mouth and began trying to get me up. I groaned as her tongue and lips caressed my glans. "It's too much," I said, putting my hand on her head to move it away, "It's too sensitive right now. Give me a couple of minutes, I'll come back -- I promise." Reluctantly she pulled away, and we rearranged ourselves to cuddle a bit.




Executive Platinum Ch. 04



It rapidly became too hot to just lie there in the sun. I began to move, Gloria sat up, cupping her pussy with her hand. She said she'd be right back and headed for the bathroom. I headed for the pool.

Moments later Gloria returned. I admired her body as for the first time I was able to sit back and just watch her walking around fully naked. "You seem to be getting used to going naked," I said as she was about to join me in the pool. She stopped on the steps, throwing her arms out to the side, palms up, striking a pose reminiscent of a painting I'd once seen of Venus by some Renaissance painter. 

"Ta da!" she grinned, "I'm a convert -- I may never put on clothes again!"

"That ought to make for an interesting plane flight." The smile almost instantly disappeared from her face as she stepped forward, down the stairs and into my awaiting arms. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"I guess I do have to go home tomorrow, don't I?"

"All good things end sooner or later." She raised her face to mine, her kiss her only response. 

We'd been standing in what for me was only waist deep water; I began walking backward into deeper water to lean against the side of the pool. She followed, our kissing unbroken, but as we got chest deep for me, she was neck deep and she wrapped her legs around me, her arms around my neck. "Have you ever done it in a pool?" she asked, finally relinquishing her suction on my tongue.

I nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, but it's not the best. Water washes all the slickery away, the skin binds together too much."

"Oh." She sounded disappointed. I'd taken a few more steps into shallower water, so that I could comfortably stand with my face just above the level of the pool deck.

"I can tell you what does work best in a pool however."

"Oh, what's that?"

"This." I said, suddenly grabbing her waist and hoisting her onto the side of the pool, the buoyancy of the water making it easy to lift her out. She squealed in laughter, but didn't fight as I sat her on the side, spreading her legs and putting them around my neck. I looked up into her face and started to go to work on her clit the way I'd always done with my wife when I remembered that she'd said her clit was too sensitive for that treatment. Instead I started by putting my tongue between her lips, lapping and penetrating. The taste of the pool water rapidly disappeared replaced by Gloria's own nectar. I concentrated on everything but her clit, sucking her pussy lips, tongue fucking, with an occasional tickle of her clit with my tongue thrown in for good measure. I looked back up to her face, she took a hand and ran it through my hair, caressing the back of me head. Somehow I understood that although I thought I was doing good, it wasn't the best for her. 

I pulled my head back out of the way, replacing it with first one, then two fingers, pressing against the inside of her vagina. Her eyes closed as I worked her pussy the way I'd seen her do it earlier, the increase in moisture coming from her telling me I was doing good things. I took my other hand and began rubbing around her mons, squeezing her lips, pushing hard against her -- basically doing what previously I would have construed as mistreating her pussy. 

She loved it.

She occasionally let out a moan of pleasure, but mostly her hips and legs were writhing to my touch. I rapidly learned to tell what was the best, and toward the end her bottom began to come off the decking, her pelvis rising to my touch. I sensed and felt the tension increasing in her body, but still I made no attempt to touch her clit again. I removed my finger and leaned forward to insert my tongue once again, finding that whereas before she'd been wet, now she was practically gushing with moisture. I reinserted my fingers, and realized that I could now see the tip of her clit protruding from the protecting skin. Pulling her pussy lips I exposed it more and more until it stood proudly, a pink glistening pearl begging for attention. Her hips were now thrusting toward me, her body begging for release, but still I held back.

Gloria had originally been holding herself upright with her arms, but she'd long since given up, now lying flat on her back. Her occasional moans had become more of a quavering "Oh God, OH, OH, Oh God", and were now nearly continuous. I sensed her need, and finally relented, moving my fingers just enough to lean forward and suck her little pink clit into my mouth, rubbing my tongue hard back and forth across it.

Gloria instantly erupted in orgasm, her pelvis trying to pull away as her legs wrapped around my neck pulling me closer. Her whole body convulsed, and I felt a jet of liquid squirt against my chin and neck as her "Oh God" changed to "OH FUCK!" Her hands once again found my hair, pulling my head against her pelvis, she convulsed a second, and then a third time, before her hands began to push against me. I relinquished my sucking on her clit, letting my tongue rest against it, feeling it throb as I did so. A few moments later I wiggled my tongue, feeling her convulse as I did so. 

"Don't... don't....it's too much...too much" she panted. I stopped my tongue once again, withdrawing slightly. I took my hand and wiped my chin and neck of the girl cum that had sprayed all over me, realizing as I did so that Gloria was a squirter. I'd heard of them, but never actually met one before. I washed my face with pool water, her legs still draped over my shoulders. I pulled them off, letting them down into the water and moving sideways, pulled myself up onto the deck beside her.

Her head rolled sideways, a hand came up to shield her eyes as she looked over at me. "I didn't know you were a squirter."

"I didn't either.....what's a squirter?" 

"When you came, you squirted cum all over me. Some women do it when they orgasm."

"Is that what happened? Oh my god -- that was so good, so good." 

"I kinda thought you liked that."

"You've got no idea. I swear, that's what I've always dreamed of. My husband would go down on me but it was never like that. He'd always spend so much time on my clit, he just never understood no matter what I said. I mean, he'd make me cum, but never like that." She rolled over onto her side, I put my arm out and she used it as a pillow. "Can we go take a nap? I'm suddenly so sleepy."

"A good orgasm does that to you."

"Umm, hmmm."

"Slide into the pool and wash off and we'll go in out of the sun."

"Do we have to?"

"Either that or you'll turn into a lobster. The lotion is all gone and you're beginning to get pink." She didn't move.

"Come on," I urged, "hop in the pool and then we can go inside." 

Reluctantly she sat up, and then slipped into the pool. She ducked under and came back up, wiping the hair and water behind her head as she did so. She worked her way back to the edge of the pool where I was looking more refreshed by the minute. My cock was long since recovered, although not rigidly erect. She grabbed my legs and leaned back, half heartedly trying to pull me into the pool. I slid my feet together, and they ended up against her chest. I began to caress her breasts and nipples with my toes. She giggled, pushed my legs apart and slid in between them. In the deeper water she was in, she had to hold onto me or the side to keep above water. She reached up and grabbed my cock, a look of lust on her face.

"Come on" she said, letting go and moving toward the steps. I got up and followed her just a few feet until she stopped. When I didn't sit back down, she told me to.

"I thought we were going in?"

"We were, but we've changed our mind. Sit." I sat.

She'd done a pretty good job, she was now just deep enough in the shallower water that her face was now comfortably at dick level. She leaned forward, attempting to suck my cock into her mouth without using her hands but it wasn't quite right. We adjusted just a little bit and this time the heights were perfect. She took my cock in her mouth, sucking, her tongue working around the head; then bobbed up and down several times before taking it out and working her mouth down the shaft, her tongue lubricating as it went. She sucked and licked my balls, which felt nice but really doesn't do much for me, then worked her way back up my cock. Still looking me in the face, I swear I could see the horns pop out on the top of her head.

She sucked me back into her mouth, then stopped going any deeper. With just the glans in her mouth she began sucking and licking, her tongue slathering all over the head, her lips caressing the rim. At first it was heavenly, but rapidly became too much. I groaned, putting my hand on her head. She stopped.

"What's the matter?" she asked, a gleam in her eye.

"It's too much. It really feels good but it starts to get numb, and ...." I stopped, something in her look.

"That's what it feels like to me when you pay too much attention to just my clit. It's too much." 

Her hand reached up and squeezed my cock, stroking it, looking at it, and then went back to work with her mouth. For the next ten minutes, she made love to my cock with her mouth and hands. She was obviously no novice to blowjobs, she expertly took me to the brink, and then backed off, took me to the brink a second time, and then eased off again. 

"How did you do that thing where you made him so big?" she questioned, not taking her hand from around my cock. I shifted slightly, sliding more over to the edge of the pool where I could cross my legs, momentarily pulling out of her hand. I began to work extra blood into my cock, keeping the blood there with pressure from my legs. She was gently feeling my cock as it continued to engorge, getting larger, the head turning purple, the veins popping out. 

"Oh my god, he's so beautiful," she said, and leaned forward again to take the head into her mouth. "Wow," she said when she pulled back off, "I swear it's twice as big. It's so big, and smooth and yummy." Her fingers traced the bulging veins on the side. "Can you fuck when it's like this?"

"I don't think so," I answered, "I have to keep my legs crossed, but maybe if I was on my back and you were on top...."

"Ummm, I want to try that later." She popped it back into her mouth and began to work me up to a peak once again, never taking her eyes from my face. She was working her lips over the soft spot on the back when she pulled away and asked "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

"Oh God yes," I answered. Her response was to take me back in her mouth where she proceeded to finish me off. It was moments later that I groaned, collapsing onto my elbows, a wave of orgasm jetting my hot cum into her mouth. I could feel her mouth vacuuming the cum out, her head bobbing, her tongue swirling. At last my orgasm subsided, and she pulled off, leaning over and spitting my entire load of cum onto the edge of the pool. 

"I didn't think I was going to be able to take it all there for a minute." She said, climbing out of the pool and sliding in beside me where I'd collapsed onto my back. "Was that good?"

"Oh my god, Yes. That was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had." She was leaning on one hand, her other playing with the hair on my chest. "Your husband was one very lucky man." Her face told me I'd said the wrong thing.

"My husband was a shit. All he ever wanted was a blow job, roll over, and go to sleep."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"I know, you were giving me a compliment." I felt bad.

"I've never had anybody come in my mouth before. It really wasn't that bad."

"Really? Your husband..." 

She shook her head. "Never. I'd always take him to the edge and finish him with my hand."

"Why me?"

"Because sex with you has been totally different. With him, he took sex from me, it was all about him. With you, you've been giving things to me I've never had and I just wanted to. It just felt like the right thing to do." She looked at me, a gleam in her eye, the pain gone.

"So, did I do good?"

"Not bad for a beginner." I teased. She stuck her tongue out.

I awoke, the clock on the nightstand said 4:30. A little early I thought, but the warm naked body beside me kept me from going back to sleep. I moved my hand, her breast pleasantly filling it. I lowered my hand to her other breast, my fingers gently feeling for her nipple. I didn't find it at first, completely absorbed back into her breast, but my trailing finger was apparently just enough as I found a slight protuberance the second time. Twirling my fingertip gently around her areola, I felt all the little bumps and the ever increasingly larger one of her nipple. I moved back to her upper breast, the nipple there already larger, but it too continued to grow to my caress.

"What time is it?"

"4:30" She quietly lay there for a moment, her hand rising to cover mine as it caressed her breast.

"Do you know what the little bumps around the nipple are?" I whispered, running my finger tip over them.

"Uh-uh."

I pulled back, letting her roll toward me onto her back. Leaning down I sucked her nipple into my mouth, her hand finding the back of my head, her fingers running through my hair. "It's Braille for 'suck here'". I said as I relinquished her first nipple and moved across to her other.

Our foreplay was slow and unhurried. Mouths and tongues and hands and pussy and cock and balls all touched together in lovers play. At last we were ready, she rolled onto he side again, and I leaned away from her, slipping my cock into her from behind. A long slow rhythm developed, pure pleasuring without the need for either of us to orgasm immediately. 

"Umm, you feel so good." I squeezed my legs together, forcing my cock to momentarily swell inside her, eliciting an "Oh god, you feel so good." I continued my motions, slowly stroking us together. 

"Before we cum, can we try it like we talked about? Where you make it big like you did?" I pulled out in response, rolling onto my back. I crossed my legs, forcing more and more blood into my cock, until once again he looked like a giant dildo more than a real cock. Gloria had turned in the bed, her face next to my cock as I tried to make him as big as I could for her. She leaned forward, sucking me into her mouth.

"Umm. I've never really tasted my pussy juice much but I like the taste of it on your cock."

"Prevert." I whispered.

"Uh huh, and you like it." I reached over to pull her legs toward me, and she responded, straddling my body and lowering her pussy to my face. I licked her lips, sucking them in, then inserted two fingers inside. I teased her clit a few times with my tongue, but refrained from attacking it. We 69'd for just a few minutes, until she rose and turned. Taking my cock in hand I held it upright for her as she positioned herself and slowly impaled herself on me.

"Fuck that's so good." She eased herself down on my cock until she bottomed out and stopped. She sat there, totally impaled on my rod and wiggled her hips. "I've never felt so full. My god you feel so good." She began moving on me, rising up my cock until only the head was in her, then sliding back down.Keeping the pressure in the right spots, her motions were now designed to get us off, unlike the pure pleasure we'd been bestowing on each other before. 

Our motions were soon in unison, our touches in just the right spots, pressure placed where it did the most good. Despite our multiple orgasms of the previous days, this fuck was hitting every nerve. I raised my head until I could suck her nipples, then with my hands pulled her breasts together and sucked them both at the same time. She began quivering, her pounding taking a more frenzied tone. I raised my hips, forcing my cock into her pussy and the slight increase in angle was all it took; the friction in just the right spot, the motion in just the right rhythm. I felt the pressure beginning in my ears, the blackout sensation, all of my senses concentrating in the head of my cock which erupted, a cascade of cum covering me, running down both sides of my body.

I dimly became aware of Gloria collapsed on my chest, asleep. My cock covered with a mess of dried cum, the bed with a large cold spot. I glanced at the clock again, and immediately did a double take.

"Shit. Gloria! It's 6:45, we overslept." It took a moment for her to awaken, then suddenly we were moving fast. A quick shower together (which the evening before had turned into something else) was merely our last time together naked. I stopped in front of the terminal with barely enough time for her to get through security and onto the plane. A quick good bye, a brief thank you for everything and she was off. She looked back as she went through the door of the terminal, and with a brief wave she was gone.



Executive Platinum Ch. 05



For the reader;

Many thanks for some editing and technical suggestions from Gary. He also suggest that I point out, in case you haven't picked up on it, another story, Déjà Vu, is an earlier story about some of the same characters.

*

"Hello?"

It was after the fourth ring when she answered, I had been about to hang up and call her cell figuring she wasn't home. We'd been talking on the phone a couple of times per week, I'd about learned her schedule, when she'd be home -- when not. She preferred the house phone when she was home.

"Hey Babe. Tickle yer clit with my tongue?" Our conversations always turned to sex, even if they didn't start that way. We'd masturbated together while talking over the phone, there was little doubt we were in lust for each other.

"Excuse me?"

Oh, so that's how it was going to be -- playing that she didn't know me?

"Did you go without panties at work today?" Gloria had confided to me that after the weekend she spent with me in San Diego that she hadn't gotten any laundry done. One day she got up to go to work, and realized she had no clean underwear, and on a whim -- just didn't wear any. She said it had really given her a naughty thrill; being in staff meetings, talking with co-workers and bosses -- the whole time thinking "if they only knew." She told me she'd gotten where she didn't wear undies on days where she knew she'd be tied up in long boring meetings, the little thrill helped keep her awake. 

"Is this Jim?"

"Of course. Does anyone else talk to you this way?" I suddenly realized alarm bells were going off in the back of my mind. They'd begun with "excuse me" but hadn't really registered until now and suddenly a cold shiver ran down my spine.

Gloria laughed on the other end, but yet -- it wasn't quite her laugh. "Actually I don't think anyone talks to me this way, but I can see why Mom likes you."

Mom? Oh shit. 

"Melissa? Oh my God, I'm so sorry. " Her laughter was all I got in response. My cold shiver turned into embarrassed heat on my cheeks and ears.

"I, uh, don't normally speak to people I've never met that way," I confessed.

"If that's the way you talk to her all the time, I can see why she's so enamored with you. She told me everything about your weekend together, she can't quit talking about it."

"Everything?" I queried, wondering just exactly how much of "everything" she'd really told.

"Probably not everything, but I'm betting she's told me a whole lot more than you thought she would have." Hmmm. Interesting.

"We had a lot of fun."

"Sounded to me like it was just flat out 'hot'. I'm really glad you met her, you've made such a change in her life." 

I heard some noise in the background and a "Who're you talking to?"

"Jim." Apparently she handed the phone to Gloria.

"Hello?"

"Is this Gloria this time?"

"Of course. Why?"

"I didn't realize your daughter sounded so much like you, and I, um, well -- I offered to tickle her clit with my tongue." Gloria erupted in laughter.

"You didn't!" Apparently she turned to her daughter, "Did he offer to.." She never finished the sentence, I could tell by her increased laughter that Melissa had confirmed it.

"I can't believe it. You're hitting on my daughter and you haven't even met?"

"Well, we have now. If she looks as good as you, maybe I should hit on her."

"Pervert!"

"You got it." I grinned to myself. "Speaking of perverted, what have you got going next week?"

"What have you got in mind?"

"Can you fly to Palm Springs say, Wednesday evening? I've got a job that should be finished then and I figured if you could fly out?"

She was quiet, for a moment. "Gee, Jim, I'd love to. It sounds like fun, but, uh, I'll have to check and see if I can afford the trip right now." 

"The trip's on me Gloria, I've got so many miles I'll get you a ticket -- all you need to do is get the time off." 

I stood in the terminal, watching the plane taxi in, the early evening shadows of the San Jacinto Mountains already extending over the field. Like most small terminals, there are still windows that non-passengers can view the field through. I waited outside the restricted area, spotting her headed toward me.

She slipped right into my arms, a hug, a kiss. I barely kept my hands from stroking her body, there would be enough of that soon enough. I took her carry one and we started toward baggage claim. I'd told her to pack lightly, just a few things for going out at night -- but I didn't even believe she would travel with just a carry on like I do. Sure enough, she indicated she had a bag. As we stood waiting for the bags to come out, my hand around her waist slipped onto her bottom, a friendly lover's touch. 

She leaned in to me and whispered, "Do you know what I did on the plane?"

I thought for a moment, came up with nothing. "Haven't got a clue," I acknowledged, shrugging my shoulders. 

"What am I wearing?" she asked impishly, a tantalizing whisper of a smile crossing her lips. 

I glanced sideways at her; as I'd seen before - her clothing was business casual, skirt and a blouse, stylish, better than the average traveler anymore. She'd come straight from work, about what I would have expected. It dawned on me where she was going with this.

"Are you being naughty?"

"Uh-huh."

"Were you naughty on the plane?"

"Uh-huh." My cock twitched in my pants.

"Hmmm. We're you really naughty? 

"No, not really naughty, just a little."

"Oh, I don't know ...Did you flash the flight attendant?"

"Noooo. I doubt that he would have liked it, but I'll bet the guy next to me would have." 

"Ok, I can guess, but just tell me, what did you do?"

She leaned in to whisper so others around us wouldn't hear, "I'm not wearing any panties."

"Ooh. Do tell, my naughty lady." I refrained from rubbing her bottom to check for myself, my peripheral vision told me we were in someone's direct view. I turned slightly, checking it out without being totally obvious. A family; a young teenage daughter quickly looked guiltily away. I reluctantly kept my hand on Gloria's waist.

"Did you have them on when you left?"

"Uh-huh." Her responses told me she was really enjoying this. 

"And how long have you not been wearing them?"

"Oh, about 2 hours." 2 hours, let's see, that would have put her -- somewhere over New Mexico?

"And just what were you doing 2 hours ago that made you take your panties off over New Mexico?"

"You surprised me, I wasn't expecting a first class ticket. They offered us dinner, but all I had was a glass of wine or two. Maybe three." She giggled. "I was sitting there wishing we were at your place so we could get naked, thinking how delicious it was when we were naked. This guy sitting next to me, I saw him check me out a couple of times... I thought to myself "If you only knew what I'm doing this weekend and how I like being naked, and how I like feeling naughty..."

"And?" I prompted when she left me hanging. "I get the feeling I'm going to like where this is going."

"I had to use the restroom, and while I was in there, I just took off my panties and put them in my purse." She opened her purse as she said this, surreptitiously removed a cloth object and then put her hand in mine. She continued "I went back to my seat and I kept thinking about how that guy next to me would be turned on if he only knew, and how you would be if you only knew." She paused and then without my saying anything continued, "Oh my god, I can't believe what a rush I got just from not having any panties on!"

"Finding out you have a naughty side even without me?" 

"Oh my God, yes."

"Then I think you're going to enjoy this little trip." 

"Why is that?" she questioned as she spotted her bag, one of the first ones that came out (being first class -- that wasn't by chance). 

"You'll see." We grabbed her bag and headed out to the car. The heat of Palm Springs hit us in the face, even though it was late in the year, and most places were already cooling off, it was still hot in the California desert.

After dinner we headed to the hotel, seemingly just a few short blocks. It was just past sundown when we pulled up to the Terra Cotta Inn. I grabbed her bag (I'd already checked in) and we entered the front door. I nodded at the girl at the front desk as we walked by, headed for our room. 

We'd just about reached our room when the door next to ours opened and a couple, probably mid 30's and nice looking, stepped out carrying towels, obviously headed to the pool and spa. A nod, "hello's" in passing; Gloria didn't even flinch at their complete nudity. She did look around a bit more at our surroundings however. 

"Am I to assume this is a nudist hotel?"

"Clothing optional." I answered as I opened the door. She stepped inside, I pushed the door shut, setting her bag down. "You can wear clothes, or go naked -- it's your choice. Of course some people choose to go semi-naked like not wearing underwear..." I was interrupted by Gloria pushing me backward onto the bed and straddling me, fumbling with my belt and pants. 

She fumbled with my pants, I fumbled with her breasts. I began unbuttoning her blouse, but she'd already gotten my pants opened and my cock fished out. She slid out of reach dropping off the bed where she took my cock into her mouth, not saying another word. She took my semi hardness to full rigidity, then climbed back on top, raising her skirt, gripping my cock and guiding it into her warm and inviting tunnel. 

"Oh Fuck, I've been needing this." She was doing all the work, slowly rising and falling, her hands resting on my chest, my cock sliding out to the limit and then she'd slowly lower herself back down again. I continued unbuttoning her blouse, releasing the front snap on her bra, exposing her tits to my hands and eyes. Her nipples were already hard, I twisted and pulled them until she told me to suck on them. Raising my head and pulling her to me, she arched her back to force her breasts towards my eager mouth. Eventually I pushed her bra and blouse off so she had only her skirt left on. 

She pushed my head away from her nipples and leaned further forward, kissing me. I sucked her tongue from her mouth which she readily relinquished, forcing it deeper into my mouth, practically swabbing my tonsils. Her up and down motion stilled, she was twisting her crotch against mine, forcing pressure against her clit and pubic bone. "God I love fucking with you."

"Ummm" I answered, rotating my hips and my cock inside her. She sat up, and pulled off.

"Sit still," she said, taking her legs and swapping them into a reverse cowgirl. Taking my cock, holding it up a little, she slid back into place, then leaned back onto her arms which she put backwards onto the bed next to my shoulders. Reaching around I filled my hands with her breasts, kneading them, rubbing her nipples in my palms, rolling them with my fingers. Although her juices were copious, the pressure of my cock was just right and I could feel the friction on the head of my cock as it rubbed that wonderful spot on the inside of her vagina. "Oh yes!" she hissed, moving her pelvis in quick short motions, concentrating the sensations to where they did the most good.

"God, I need you to suck my clit right now. I want you to tongue me. Oh......It's so good, I'm so close. I'm almost......." I pinched her nipples hard, and raising myself, was able to kiss just behind her ear. She turned her head towards me, and I sucked her earlobe. I slipped a hand down, my finger finding her clit. She gasped, and spasmed, her pussy clinching my cock. She stilled her motions as her orgasm subsided, her body turning into melting butter against me. I tried to take over the motion as she slowed but with her pinning my hips I couldn't move much. I sat still and just held her.

She lay back, her back to my chest, her head above and beside mine. I kissed her other ear.

"God I love that. I never realized how much my ears are an erotic zone for me."

Lying there on top of me, relaxing now, I continued to fondle her body. I took her breasts, pushing from either side, enjoying the feel of them. "They aren't really big, but if you want we can titty fuck sometime.

"I want to do everything with you sometime."

She sighed in response. A moment later she twisted her hips a little, still feeling my hard cock inside her. "Did you cum?"

"Not that time."

"Oh, God, I'm sorry." She started trying to rise off me, I put my arms further around her and held her in place. "I can get you off, we don't have to quit yet."

"I'm fine Gloria -- it's just nice to be in you."

"Do you want me to suck you off?" she wiggled her hips, gyrating on my cock.

I kissed her ear again. "I'm fine. I imagine I'll get off plenty in the next few days. For now" I raised my hips forcing my cock into her a little more, "I'm just happy having you ride me."

She raised her arm, cuddling my head to hers. With a sigh she said, "How did I ever stay with my ex for so long? God look what I've been missing." We lay there a couple of more minutes, my cock never softening much, but when I began to lose the sensation a few slides in and out and I was immediately hard again. She asked me to let her go, and sat up, this time keeping me inside her as she swung her legs back over so she was again sitting on me cowgirl. She leaned forward onto her forearms which she rested on my chest, her boobs hanging free above my chest. She saw me looking, and wiggled her shoulders in turn making her boobs wobble before my eyes. I reached up to take them in hand again, tweaking her nipples. Her eyes closed, she arched her back.

"God that feels so good." She raised her hips, pulling away so my cock slipped out of her pussy, then she slid a little lower, pressing and rubbing her clit against my pussy juice covered cock, her "umm" accenting the mutual pleasure. She kissed my lips, then my chin, and began a downward journey on my body. As she moved not just her mouth but her entire body lower, my cock hung up on her skirt, which she moved with her hand.

"I brought us a present," she said between kisses on my body.

"You brought us a present? Really?" 

"Umm-hmm."

"Where is it?"

"You'll have to find it. You'll know it when you do."

"Umm. Is it hidden?"

"You'll just have to find it." With that she had moved far enough down that her face was at my cock. Sticking out her tongue she began to caress my cock with her tongue. Licking up and down the shaft, around the head, eventually she raised it upright, taking the head into her mouth, gradually sinking lower onto the shaft. She pulled off, holding my dick upright and giggled.

"Do you know why a dog licks his dick?"

"What?" I asked, then realizing what she'd said, answered "No, why?"

"Because he can." She licked the shaft of my cock, sucked the end into her mouth again, the whole time watching my face. I groaned in appreciation; she popped it back out of her mouth.

"Do you know why men can't lick their own dicks?

"Why?"

"Because if they could, then they wouldn't need women!" She laughed. 

"If I could suck my own clit I would. I love the taste of my pussy on your cock." 

She took my cock in her mouth, giving full attention to it, making love to it. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair as she did so. She pulled off and raised up, climbing my body until her tits were cock level. Taking her hands she pushed her boobs around my cock and began stroking me with them. She wasn't as large as my wife had been, however there was still plenty of flesh to nearly envelop me. I took over the motion, allowing her to stay still, holding her luscious breasts around my cock. At the top of each stroke, my cock nearly touching her chin, her tongue flicked out to lick the head of my cock. 

"Suck me?" I asked, stopping my motions.

"Ummm." She answered, needed no more urging. She slid down, once again taking my cock into her mouth, this time to get me off. I watched her making love to my cock, feeling the need to explode increasing, yet tried to refrain from pumping my cock into her mouth. Gripping the bed with my hands to hold myself in place, the tension rose until there was no holding back.

"Gloria...I'm..." She pulled me out of her mouth just as I erupted. My cock head held against her lips I saw my cum spurt onto them, onto her face and chin, her hand gently stroking the last drops of cum from my cock. When it quit pulsing, her tongue once again extended, licking the last drop from my cock head. With a smile, she rose and walked over to the sink where she rinsed her mouth. 

"I think you should walk around topless all the time." I commented about her still wearing her skirt as I watched her return from the sink.

"You think so?" She stopped and performed a dancer's curtsey before climbing onto the bed beside me. "Don't think it might be a little underdressed for most places?"

I pulled her to me in response; kissing her, running my hands over her naked breasts, and down her back side, slipping under the back of her skirt onto her naked bottom. 

"I've missed you."

"Me too." We kissed, hard, tongues dueling for position. With a sigh I pulled away.

"I need a few minutes before I'll be ready again -- let's go take a swim."

"Naked?" 

"You saw our neighbors -- you don't have to but that's the way most do here." She looked a bit apprehensive. "It's just like at my house or the beach..."

"Yeah, but at the beach I knew there wasn't anyone that I was ever going to see again." I shrugged and smiled, I already knew what she was going to do. I got off the bed, kicking my pants off from around my ankles and went to the sink to wash the remaining cum from my abdomen. Gloria stepped into the bathroom to pee. 

A moment later she stepped back out of the bath with a pool towel wrapped around her body. Partially covering her breasts, it was just long enough to barely cover her bottom. She tossed me a second towel, and dropped her skirt onto the bed. "Ok, let's go."

Gloria opened the door, then stopped sheepishly sticking her head out and looking both ways. I don't know what she was going do if she saw someone, but she was obviously still a little bashful. Now completely naked, I just stepped by her into the patio area of the building. Reaching out my hand, she took it, the door closing behind her. 

The area was well lit, both from the pool light and the patio lighting. I saw a couple in the pool when we got there, the spa empty. That made sense, the air temperature was still nearly 100 degrees, despite being near 11 pm - the heat made the pool sound much more palatable than the spa. Two other couples were sitting at a table sharing a bottle of wine. At first glance, they all appeared naked, but as I moved around the pool a glance showed one of the women was wearing a bikini bottom. They nodded, acknowledging our presence, I nodded in response. We moved toward the shallow area where I dropped my towel on a lounge, waiting for Gloria. She looked at me nervously, bit her lip, then reached for her towel, dropping it onto the lounge beside mine. She immediately turned and stepped into the pool, I followed suit. 

The two in the pool appeared to be a young couple, I'd guess early 20's, and were off to themselves. We ignored them, swimming back and forth a bit before settling against the side of the pool at a depth where I could easily stand. Gloria slid up where I was holding her in my arms and put her arm around my neck. 

"I don't know why I was so nervous this time. I sure liked being naked at your house -- but this is, this ...." She never finished it.

"You'll get used to it. Give it half an hour and you'll forget you're naked." We swam and talked; although the water was almost too warm, one could stay in for hours without getting a chill. It was Gloria that suggested we get out about a half hour later, and as I'd predicted, she no longer showed signs of bashfulness. Walking to the lounge, although she picked up the towel and dried off, this time she made no effort to hide behind it. 




Executive Platinum Ch. 05



I was about to sit on a lounge when I heard a voice directed at us. "We've got more wine if you'd like to join us." I looked over at the table, where one of the men was holding a glass of wine into the air. I glanced at Gloria with a questioning look.

"I'd love a glass" she answered aloud.

"Be right there," I chimed in, picking up my towel again, along with Gloria's from the lounge. Gloria had dropped her towel back onto the lounge after drying a bit, obviously more comfortable now with being naked, and walked directly over to the table. There was one open chair at the table, I grabbed another sliding it over in place. I placed Gloria's towel on hers before indicating for her to sit. She looked questioningly at me momentarily before starting to sit, just enough for the older woman to notice.

"First time?" She asked. "Nude etiquette says you sit on a towel on public seats. Besides" she laughed, "it saves from burning your bottom when the sun's out." 

"Oh my god, your heart is SO cute!" the younger woman interrupted, grabbing Gloria's wrist and turning her towards her. "Jerry, look at her heart!" Jerry, apparently her husband, was seated beside her. The older woman, who was on the other side of me, leaned forward to see what the younger woman was talking about. I saw Gloria almost flinch, her hands starting to move to cover herself, then stopped.

"That is darling," said the older woman, "I should do that myself next time. Dave, shall I leave a heart next time? Show Dave," she said, with her hand indicating the man next to her. 

Gloria turned toward Dave and me with a slight hesitation that I sensed; the not knowing about this -- strangers observing and commenting on her pussy for the first time ever. Her hand reached out and took my arm for reassurance as I looked down and for the first time saw what I immediately presumed was my present. 

Gloria had shaved, her pussy now completely bald. Above her pussy itself her remaining pubic hair, which hadn't been real heavy to begin with, was now trimmed short and formed into a perfect heart. She hadn't tried to hide herself I admitted to myself, although I detected a slight blush on her face when I looked up and smiled at her. I winked, letting her know I'd discovered my present.

"Sweetheart," said the woman next to Gloria, putting her hand on Gloria's knee as she sat, "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to embarrass you. When you're nude, there are no body secrets, and everyone sees and enjoys jewelry and body decorations like they're meant to be. Well, at least most - there are some tattoos out there these days that would have been better never put on to begin with."

"Isn't that the truth." Dave chimed in. 

We went through the introductions, found out that despite the appearance; these four hadn't known each other before the previous day. The younger two, I estimated were close to Gloria's age, while the older two were maybe a few years older than me. They had several plastic glasses, and two plastic decanters of wine, one already nearly gone, when we joined them. "No glass around the pool" Jerry explained as they poured us glasses and refilled their own, depleting the supply.

We visited with them, found out that the older couple had been coming to the Terra Cotta as repeat visitors for years. For the younger couple, it was their first time. I explained that I'd been once before, several years back, when my wife was still alive, but this was Gloria's first. Before long, the wine gone, we stood to head to our rooms. Gloria and I walked back over to the pool first, taking another quick dip before heading back to the room. Gloria joined me walking naked and just carried her towel going back.

"How'd they know I was a first timer?"

"Don't know for sure, but three ways I spotted. You covered up with a towel when we walked out, you have lots of un-tanned skin, and you didn't know to sit on a towel. All little things, but they're telling to someone that's watching. Now tell me," I said as the door to our room swung shut, "you wore that skirt earlier just to hide your little surprise from me, didn't you?"

Gloria giggled, "Do you like it?" I turned her and pushed her backward onto the bed and spread her legs, stepping between them before blatantly examining her bare pussy and pubic hair heart. 

"Such a pretty present, do I get to take it home?" 

"I wish you would."

"Hmmm. Tempting. Very tempting. Is it tasty?" I grinned and looked up at her.

"I think so. I wish you'd try it and tell me." I tried but before I got there, I realized the chlorine from the pool was overpowering. A shower together took care of that, and by the time I pushed her onto her back in virtually the same location a second time we were both ready for more. I kissed her belly, nuzzled the heart with my nose, but refrained from tonguing her. I kissed the insides of her thighs, even kissed her pussy lips but kept my tongue in my mouth, teasing, waiting for her to beg. At one point she tried to grab my head with her hands but I slapped them away. The more I didn't do what she wanted, the more she writhed, trying to raise her pussy to my face. I could smell her arousal, moisture glistening on her pussy lips.

"You are driving me crazy!" 

"Oh? Are you looking for anything in particular? Hmm?" 

"Yes. Oh god, just do it."

"Do it? Just what shall I do?"

"You know what I want."

"Well, I'm sure SOMEONE can tell me. Maybe I should call your daughter? I did offer to do something to her the other day, let's see, what was that?..."

She laughed, suddenly grabbing my ears, and with a suddenly very strong Texas accent said "Oh please sir! Could you possibly help a lady in distress and tickle her clit with your tongue?" 

"Well in that case, since you asked so nicely." 

I spread her lips with my fingers, until her clit was exposed, stuck my tongue out and just touched it with the tip. Her sharp intake of breath and "oh" of pleasure along with her hands relaxing on my ears let me know that she was finally getting what she wanted. I ran my tongue over the pink nub, up and down twice, then began a fast flicking back and forth. 

I didn't concentrate on her clit for long, moving down to her lips, sucking and nibbling. I moved further down, working my tongue against her 'taint, then worked up slowly, forcing my tongue into her pussy before continuing up and across her clit.

"Oh god that's good, just like that," she said, her hands now stroking through my hair. I took my cues from whether her hands were trying to move me or not. I moved back down, again tongue fucking her, sucking her lips and then back up to tease her clit. She let out a moan of pleasure, her bottom raising to force herself harder against my tongue. With my tongue on her clit, I inserted first one, then two fingers inside her with one hand and began rubbing both inside and out. Pulling my tongue away from her bud which was now extended through her labia, I worked the rest of her pussy, pressing hard like I had before. Her hands reached for my head again, I slapped them away, in turn sucking her pussy lips into my mouth, biting gently as I pushed hard with my fingers inside her. Her writhing was intensifying, letting me know I was doing OK with my pleasuring. She tried wrapping her legs around me, but I kept spreading my shoulders and arms to keep myself in control of my torturous attack on her sex. Finally she gripped the bed as I had earlier, trying to keep herself in place. When I sensed that she was on the edge I moved my mouth in place once again, sucking hard on her clit. She began to tremble in orgasm, when I bared my teeth and gently bit her clit. 

The response was instantaneous and practically explosive. Her legs instantly wrapped around me, her pussy gushed fluid, her hands grabbing my head all at the same time. Her hands did battle with herself, her legs pulling me in, while her hands pushed me away. When her spasms began to ease, I again spread her legs, allowing her to pull my head as I slid up between her legs, my cock slipping into place in her drenched box without any help from my hands or hers. 

Slipping in easily on the first stroke, I pulled right back out, my cock sliding up between her lips and against her clit. Letting go of my head, I watched her hands reach down and spread her pussy lips, exposing her clit to my slithering cock. Her hands holding her lips open also helped me stay in place, my cock against her clit keeping her from coming down from her high. I continued my fucking motion, up and down, with only my cock touching her, sliding between her fingers, riding almost exclusively on her clit. With all of our combined juices, there wasn't enough friction or contact to get me off, but it was doing wonders for her. She tried to release her lips, but they folded back over her clit; her hands immediately returning to their job confirming the pleasure she was receiving. 

She began to roll her head from side to side in frustration. I could feel her once again trying to force her hips up to put more pressure on her clit and my cock; the sweet torture of almost, but not quite, getting the pressure in the needed spot. Her breathing became more ragged, occasionally holding it, then panting rapidly to catch up, until once again her pelvis jerked, her hands releasing her lips to grab my ass once again and try to force herself against my rigidity. Her bucking was accompanied by her body going rigid, her pelvis held against me and a loud "Oh Fuck." 

Without missing a stroke, I slid down again, slipping my cock back upward into the amazingly warm and wet tunnel of her pussy. Resting my hands on the bed on either side of her, I leaned up to put as much pressure in the right spot as I could. I was taking long slow strokes, but with her wetness there wasn't much friction to be had. 

Gloria was writhing underneath me, her hands gripping my waist. Instead of coming down after her second orgasm, I was keeping her on the edge by using yet another technique. Somehow she realized that she wasn't doing much, her hands began running over my body, trying to reach my cock pounding into her body, gripping my wrists, reaching for my nipples. 

"Play with your nipples," I ordered, then said it again when she didn't immediately do so, her hands continuing to search for something to do to pleasure me. Her hands left my body, her fingers tweaking her nipples, squeezing, rolling and pulling. At last I was beginning to feel the end coming for me, Gloria's moans of passion and shuddering telling me she was again on the edge. I held on, willing myself not to come, trying to get her to go first, but as she arched her back one more time I lost it and began spurting, suddenly losing control and forcing my cock deep into her womb with every convulsion. Apparently that's all it took as Gloria collapsed in on herself, her hands relinquishing their attack on her own nipples, her arms and legs trying to draw me into her, keeping my cock pulsing its load out deep inside her. There was a feeling of liquid gushing from our conjoined bodies, I realized for the second time I'd been able to get Gloria to squirt. I held myself up for just seconds more, then collapsed on top of her, panting from the exertion, dripping with sweat. 

I awoke sometime later, no longer on top of Gloria, but not remembering rolling off either. We were both wet and messy, I roused Gloria who was sound asleep and made her go to the shower with me where we cleaned up again. We threw the bedspread off, the bed beneath still useable, and climbed into bed covered by a sheet. I almost immediately fell asleep, one arm over Gloria, the soft flesh of her breast filling my hand.

I've always enjoyed awaking to a blow job. A woman's soft hands stroking my member; the warm softness of a mouth coaxing yet another erection from my body. Maybe it's the dream - turning into reality - feeling. I don't know what time it was, still dark, only the hotel lights seeping from around the curtains. I lay there with my eyes closed, Gloria was crosswise on the bed, just enjoying the loving she was doing to my body.

"Insatiable aren't you?" I whispered, letting her know I was fully awake. She didn't take my cock out of her mouth, just reached a hand over to mine and squeezed it, letting me know she'd heard me. Her tongue was slowly slithering around my cock head, she was sucking my only semi-hard penis into her mouth, and letting it back out, in and out, coaxing a reluctant erection from me.

"I don't know whether I can do it again just yet," I said. "I'm not exactly 18 any more.'

"Mmmm" was all she answered with. She continued nursing on my cock, pulling off and moving down to suck my balls while her hand continued to caress my shaft.

"What is it about you and making love in the early morning hours?"

"I have to get as much of you as I can when we're together."

My eyes now open, I watched her making love to my cock, which although responding wasn't quite useable. "Umm. That feels nice." I reached down and stroked her hair. "You like sucking cock?"

She looked up at me, nodding. 

"You're good at it." She continued to try and get me hard, but to no avail. Reaching down to the base of my cock, I squeezed with my hand, cutting off the blood flow, then flexing my muscle, forced a bit of blood that way, releasing and reclamping with my hand, making my peter fractionally bigger and harder. Repeating again and again, gradually I got myself hard, although if I'd released he would have wilted again. 

"I can feel him get bigger each time," Gloria said, pulling off momentarily, then again taking me in her mouth. I got myself hard, and Gloria continued working me, getting me closer to being able to let go with my hand. 

With my other hand I reached for Gloria's leg, pulling her toward me. "Let me eat you." She twisted, straddling my head, lowering her pussy to my waiting mouth. I licked her naked pussy, sucking her hairless lips, slithering my tongue between them. She was already wet, obviously aroused for longer than I had been. "Naked is definitely nice," I said.

"You like it?"

"Oh god yes." I answered between licks and nibbles. I realized that somewhere in the last couple of minutes I'd let go of my cock which had remained rigid and I was playing with her nipples which she was allowing by keeping herself raised above me rather than laying on me. Taking my hands I separated her pussy lips, exposing her clit where I could gently lap and suck at it for a bit. I understood that although she'd started by sucking me, and we were now in a 69, that wasn't really what she wanted more of. As soon as I was sure I could maintain an erection, I pushed her gently, telling her it was time to turn around, and she understood instantly. I had her roll onto her side, back to me, and lifting her leg, slid my cock between them. Her hand guided me inside her waiting warmth, and we began a slow leisurely fuck.

I had one of her legs between mine, giving leverage so I could force myself deeply into her vagina, feeling my cock head touching her cervix as I bottomed out. A sharp little "oh" came from her each time.

"Does that feel good?"

"Ummm, it's different.....You're...oh....so deep." I continued the slow motion, pulling out as far as I could and then sliding back in. Despite now being hard again, I knew there was just no way for me to cum again, I wasn't trying, I was just giving her whatever pleasure I could. I listened to her breathing, felt her motions as she got closer and closer to the desired peak. Sliding my lower hand under her ribs while reaching over with my other I found her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Her moans and grunts of pleasure let me know I was doing what she wanted; I continued until she began thrusting her bottom back into me. I slipped my upper hand down her body, she raised her leg, opening herself more to accommodate my hand. I found her clit, feeling my cock sliding just below, and slipped my finger down so I was feeling my cock itself as it was coming in and out of her. Wondering if I could, I pressed a little, and soon had my middle finger and my cock in her pussy at the same time. I pulled my finger back out, now covered with her juices and gently twiddled her clit, all that it took to push her over the top. I stopped my motion, just lying still for a few moments as her breathing slowed and she came back to normal.

"Did you cum?" she asked.

"No, but it's ok. I knew I wouldn't, I won't be able to for a while. Do you need me to pull out?"

"Oh god no. You feel so good. I wish you could stay inside me forever."

"I don't know about forever, but it's nice just lying here inside you."

"Umm. It is nice." She sounded groggy.

We lay there just holding each other for a while, my cock still hard. Occasionally I'd feel myself subsiding, a few strokes back and forth was enough to keep me hard, although after a while I noticed her lubrication seemed to be diminishing. My hand was still cupping her pussy, and I let my fingers feel her naked lips, tracing the heart shaped hair above. 

"Tell me, when did you shave? How did you do a heart?"

She giggled sleepily, then asked, "Do you like it?"

"God yes." 

There was no immediate answer, I wondered if she'd fallen asleep, when she mumbled "Melissa talked me into it."

"Your daughter?"

Again I thought she'd fallen asleep, but finally she began speaking slowly. "I told her all about us. How you saved me in San Diego, how you and I hit it off and how hot our weekend was. When you called and invited me, she said she'd help pick out clothes, even loaned me some she says you'll really like. I was getting ready for bed last night, I'd taken a shower and had just gotten out when she came into the bedroom. I was still naked -- that's your fault, you know. "

"What's my fault?"

"That I was still naked. Before our weekend, I always wore clothes around the house. After our weekend, it's like I don't even want to put on clothes if I don't have to. I've been sleeping naked, and when no one's around sometimes I don't put anything on around the house either."

"And that's my fault?"

"You corrupted me."

"Whatever. It sounds like your daughter has corrupted you more than I have, but I think you wanted to be corrupted."

"Maybe" she giggled, "I haven't minded, that's for sure." 

I love it when she giggles.

"Anyway, I was brushing my hair standing naked in front of the mirror and when she came in she asked me something, and then said "Mom, aren't you going to shave?" I told her I'd done my legs and never had anything else and she said I should that you'd really like it, and that guys like oral sex a lot better when us girls shave our pussies, which means that we'll really like it. Do you? Like it better I mean?"

I thought for a moment; "I like it anyway, certainly didn't dislike it before, but it's nice to not fight the hair. Slippery skin is nice." My hand had been resting between her legs, I let my fingers idle over her pussy again. "Do you like it?"

"Oh god yes. Tonight, when the four at the table -- who were they, David and Jerry and... and...I can't remember the women's names."

"I don't think we ever got them."

"Umm. Yeah, maybe not. Oh my god, when that older woman commented, I thought I wanted to die, I was so embarrassed, and then the second said how cute it was and the guys were looking and... and...the truth is, I liked it. I'd kept it hidden, kept it a surprise for you, and then once they saw it, it was like I wanted everyone to see. I wanted you to, and them to and...it was exciting -- and I felt so, naked! More naked than when we were at your place even."

"So how'd you come up with the heart?"

"Melissa said that everyone is shaving these days, and that some girls leave some hair as a decoration. When I asked her what she meant, she said that she'd heard of one girl that had hers shaved in the shape of a Christmas Tree and another that had a heart shaved for her boyfriend at Valentines day, but that most girls have a triangle or a small strip. She said that shapes can be hard, it's easier for someone else to do it, but strips were easier. I told her that a heart sounded like fun and she said she'd help if I wanted."




Executive Platinum Ch. 05



"So she shaved you?"

She paused, long enough that I thought she'd fallen asleep. "I did most and she made the heart." 

"How'd she do it?" There was no answer this time, she finally had fallen asleep. I ran my hand up her side, over her breasts. The last thing I remember was my hand holding her belly.

I awoke, the bedside clock saying it was after 8. I quietly slipped out of bed, put my shorts on and was tying my shoes when she sleepily asked where I was going. I went over to the bed, leaned over and kissed her, telling her I was going running.

"Oh, do you have to do it every morning?" She raised her arm from under the sheet, pushing it aside, exposing her breast. Taking my hand she drew it to her breast. "I'll make it worth your while."

I laughed. "You really are insatiable, aren't you? It's because I do run every morning that I can do you every night!"

I got back from my run to find the room empty. A quick rinse in the shower and I headed out to find Gloria and breakfast. They were about to put the breakfast fruit spread away; I took a plate with me and found Gloria on a lounge by the pool. The morning was still relatively cool, soon enough we'd be searching for shade but for now she was still in the morning sun. On the adjacent lounge was a stunningly gorgeous blonde, the two of them slightly separated from others around the pool. There were at least twenty other people, all naked except one woman that had on a swimsuit. Gloria greeted me with a smile and a hello and introduced me to the blond, Mary.

I appraised Mary from behind my sunglasses as I sat on the edge of the lounge between them. She was a few years younger than Gloria, maybe early 30's, and had a body that would turn heads anywhere. Her breasts were larger than Gloria's, lying on her back like she was they squashed out slightly letting me know they were all natural. She had a lean body, which narrowed at the waist then filled out again at her bottom, making me wonder what her backside looked like. Her legs were spread slightly, her large clean shaven labia visible, a narrow landing strip her only pubic hair. Unlike Gloria's white bottom and breasts, Mary had an unblemished all over tan. I acknowledged the introduction, extending a hand to greet her. She rolled slightly toward me, and sat up, her breasts hanging on her chest in magnificent perfection. My eyes followed her breasts, I nearly missed her offered hand, having to double clutch to shake it.

"Sorry about that," I said, apologizing for missing her hand as I sat down, hoping she'd think it was a lack of coordination on my part, "Glad to meet you Mary."

"My poor hand gets an inferiority complex, the girls always seem to get all the attention," Mary replied - not for an instant believing I'd missed for any reason than I wasn't looking at her hand, but was ogling her bare beauties. As long as she was comfortable bantering, so was I.

"And such well behaved girls they are. Do you take them everywhere?" 

She laughed, Gloria said, "Oh stop it, Jim," and teasingly swatted at my bare bottom. I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

Gloria told me she'd been out for only about half an hour; she'd been putting suntan lotion on, but was obviously having trouble doing her back when Mary had asked if she needed some help. They'd introduced themselves and begun talking, and about that time I walked up. Mary's husband Steve had gone golfing early, she figured he'd be back about noon. I sat and talked with them while I had some breakfast, then went for a swim to cool off. 

I returned to Gloria and Mary, put on sun lotion myself and began checking out the others around the pool. For the most part, they were extraordinarily ordinary. Mary was by far the most above average woman there. Most appeared to be middle aged, although there were two couples, probably mid to late 20's and obviously together, that were by far the youngest. For the most part, they were just people at a resort -- only they were mostly naked. The interactions appeared to be the same as anywhere else. 

I shifted the lounge I was on, chasing the shade of one of the palm trees. Although I go naked at home, I'm not a sun worshiper. I get my sun running without a shirt on, cleaning the pool, swimming and working around the house -- which at least in the back yard I can do naked -- but I've never been much for just going to the beach or pool and lying out in the sun. Gloria and Mary were talking, solving the worlds problems, I was just half listening. I tuned my full attention when I realized Mary had asked if this was Gloria's first time.

"No, not exactly. Almost though, this is my second time."

"Oh really? Where else have you gone?"

"No resort or anything. I met Jim a while back and he's got a really private yard, and we spent most of the weekend naked."

"Oh, one of "those" weekends." She laughed. "This has got to be a little different then. How do you like it?"

"Well, it was sort of a surprise. Jim didn't tell me it was a naked resort, but when we got in last night and our neighbors came out naked it didn't take me long to figure it out." She glanced around, "probably the biggest surprise is that nobody seems to be being naughty, nobody really seems to be showing off. I mean, I would have thought that being naked would mean a lot of people were showing off."

"Oh no, Honey. It's just the opposite. Taking your clothes off makes everyone virtually equal. If anything it removes the naughty factor. No sexy clothes that are designed to show off. First timers are generally nervous for maybe 5 minutes, and then they realize everyone is the same. How about you, how long did it take before you weren't thinking about just being naked?

"I don't think it was even 5 minutes."

"See? But that's not to say people don't show off, but generally people show off by putting clothes on, not taking them off, don't they?"

Gloria didn't answer immediately, then said, "I'm not sure about that..."

"Sure you are. Think about it, when you want to be sexy, do you put on a plain old cotton bra and panties or some see through lacy nothing and a thong?"

"But that's under the clothes that others see. It's not the same."

"Sure it is, you're only dressing like that for certain people. When you get undressed wearing that thong and bra, do you want Jim there to see you or not?"

"Well, hopefully he's the one undressing me." She giggled - and I had to start thinking about running. 

"Exactly. You're dressing sexy, and you want to be noticed, you want him to notice. Believe me, I know all about being noticed. My girls have gotten lots of attention for years, since I was in Junior High. I learned early on how to get attention or keep from getting attention, just by what I wear. And believe me, I like the attention sometimes. But when I go naked, and everyone else goes naked, it takes all that enticement, all that naughtiness away."

"I guess."

I saw a woman approaching, making her way around the pool, stopping and talking to everyone. When she got to us she asked how we were doing and introduced herself as Mary Clair, one half of the Terra Cotta ownership. She told us if we needed anything to just ask and be sure to check out the afternoon snacks they would have about 4. A friendly, professional greeting from a beautiful woman - who just happened to be as naked as we were. 

We'd all jumped in the pool a few times, cooling off. We'd begun chasing the shade from the palm trees and umbrellas around, when Gloria suggested we'd had enough for a while, and she'd like to go back to the room. Mary said she was thinking the same thing, and said she and Steve would be back for afternoon snacks. 

"Say, listen, have you two got any dinner plans? Steve and I were planning on going to dinner later, and maybe a little dancing or bar hopping. If you're interested, we'd love to have you go along." We agreed, told her we'd see her and Steve around the pool and headed back to our room and some shade. Being naked and alone -- we were soon being naughty. In no hurry this time, we had a long leisurely lovemaking session after which we dozed off.

Sometime later, I awoke from my nap with Gloria lying across the bed, her head on my belly, her hand holding my softened cock. As I became aware of our surroundings, she moved her head forward again, sucking my softness into her mouth.

"Again? Gees, woman, you wear me out."

"What, are you an old man or something?"

"Almost old enough to be your father."

"Really?" She raised up and turned to look at me, a quizzical look on her face. "Just how old are you?"

"Fifty last January."

"Old enough to be my father? Ha! That's a laugh. You were 12 when I was born."

"Let's see, 12 huh? At twelve I'd already....Nah, let's just not go there," I laughed. She lay back down again, facing my cock. I ran my hand over her back, along her naked bottom, snaked in under her arm and caressed her breast. Gloria let out a sigh of contentedness. 

"Mary sure has nice boobs." 

"I'm surprised you noticed. It seems that most women don't seem to notice other women."

"Oh we notice. Why do you say we don't?"

"Ahh, I've got a perfect example. Long time ago, my wife and I were water skiing with friends. Our friends had another friend of theirs with them who had a brand new pink swimsuit. It was just a swimsuit, at least until she went skiing. When she came back in with her swimsuit wet it was totally see through, and I'm pretty sure she knew it. Later on, after we went home, I commented to my wife that it sure hadn't left much to the imagination. She said she didn't know what I was talking about. She said women just don't notice those things on other women. 

"Maybe, but I'd have to be blind not to see that Mary has great boobs."

"Yes she does," I admitted, squeezing Gloria's breast. "But no greater than yours."

"I don't believe that. Mine are itty bitty compared to hers."

"So? Size isn't everything." I ran my hand down her body, I could just reach her pubic heart. "And besides, you've got a heart." 

She giggled, happily. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"Is it true, going down is nicer when I'm naked down there?"

"Umm-hmm." Her hand squeezed my cock, just holding it. A moment later she changed the subject. 

"Have you ever done anything with a guy?" 

"Huh?"

"A guy. Have you ever, you know, had sex with a guy? Touched him, or given a blow job or got one or whatever?" I just looked at her for a moment, wondering where the hell this was coming from.

"I'm not into guys."

"You've never wanted to or wondered about what it was like?"

"No, can't say as I have. Even the smell of my own semen makes me gag, the thought of another guy, not my thing. How about you have you ever been with a woman?" 

"No."

"Have you ever thought about it?" She didn't answer. I waited, said nothing, still she didn't answer.

"Who was it?" She didn't answer.

"My wife did it with another woman." She didn't say anything, so I continued. "A friend of hers, back when we were first married. Remember when you said you'd been married for quite a while before you had your first orgasm? What was it two years?" I paused, just long enough to give her the opportunity to answer.

"Four."

"Oh yeah, four, you did say that. About the same thing; she met this gal, lived down the street from us. They started going to the gym, working out together, spending a lot of time together. My wife was apparently always talking about our love life and how great it was, finally this gal confessed she didn't believe it, she'd never had an orgasm, her love life was terrible. My wife Debs really cared about her, and... well, one thing led to another."

"Did your wife seduce her?"

"Actually it wasn't really like that. It's kind of hard to explain, but we took them into our beds and sort of gave them lessons. Debs and I sort of seduced her, at least we gave her the opportunity to explore with us, and then Debs left me with her while she went and taught her husband a thing or two."

"So Debs was bi?"

"I wouldn't say she was bi, more that she just wasn't averse to being with a woman. Well maybe. Can you be bi, just a little? I don't know, the other woman really was bi, and I guess Debs was too as she wasn't averse to making love with her or her husband, but as far as I knew she was the only one woman she was ever with."

"You were swingers?" Gloria's voice sounded puzzled.

"I guess you'd say that -- only not really, it was just them. No, I mean, I don't know. More like we had two really good friends that we shared more than most do." I didn't say anything more, let the silence steer the conversation.

"Was it Mary?" I posed the question to her after a few moments of silence. 

Again she didn't answer immediately.

"Partially."

"Partially? How?" 

I waited. I almost didn't think she was going to answer.

"This morning, when I needed help putting lotion on my back side, I really just meant my back itself. Mary didn't stop at just my back, she did my bottom and legs too." After she started talking this time, it just kept flowing. 

"We were lying there talking, and I just kept wondering what it would be like to feel another woman's boobs and what it would be like to go down on another woman and she was sitting there with her bare pussy right in front of me and I kept looking at it and wondering if she'd taste like I do when I taste me on your cock when I suck you and I just kept thinking about it, and wondering..." she drifted off.

"Hmm. So you're curious about what a woman would be like?"

"That's not the worst of it."

"Oh?"

"I kept sitting there and looking at her, and I had my sunglasses on and I knew she couldn't really see what I was looking at. And I kept thinking about whether she'd ever been with a woman or whether she was interested in a woman and...."

"And what?"

"I kept wondering if she was looking at me at the same time I was looking at her and how last night when we met Jerry and them and how when they were all looking at me it turned me on so much and I wanted them to look at my heart and ... and at my naked pussy."

"Hmm." I noncommittally answered. "That's not so bad."

"That's still not the worst of it."

"What, did you attack her?" She was quiet for a moment. 

"It was almost three years ago. Melissa was a senior. She and her friend were getting ready for their senior prom the next night. They'd gone out and gotten their dresses that afternoon, they were going to try them on, make sure they fit and everything. They had hair appointments for Saturday morning, so they were just going to spend the night together. I'd gone out shopping, and when I came home realized I'd left my house key, but the door was locked. I knocked but they didn't answer. I went around to the back of the house, I could see the light on in Melissa's room..." 

"Uh huh." 

"And I could hear music from the stereo. It wasn't really that loud, but they couldn't hear my knocking on the door. I was just going to knock on the window to get their attention to let me in. The curtain was open a couple of inches, and when I got to the window I just glanced in to see what they were up to." She stopped for a moment, then taking a breath of air, continued.

"Melissa was on the edge of the bed. She was sitting on a towel, without any pants or panties on. Her friend Barb, was kneeling on the floor between her legs with the razor. Melissa had shaving gel all over and Barb was shaving her." I could feel my cock beginning to respond more. Although she'd been lying there absently stroking it ever since we'd begun talking, the visual image was turning me on where her hand had failed.

"She shaved her, leaving a landing strip, and she was feeling her pussy with her fingers, I assumed looking for bristly spots as she stopped a couple of times and shaved just a little more until she thought it was perfect, and then she took a towel and cleaned off the gel... and... and then she went down on her." My cock was once again rock hard.

"It...it turned me on too." She wasn't stroking my cock anymore, just holding it and squeezing it. "I didn't know, at least until that time. Melissa just laid back and enjoyed it, it seemed pretty obvious to me they must have done it before. I saw her cum, and then they switched places; Melissa shaved Barb -- and then she went down on Barb too."

Gloria took my now hard cock into her mouth, sucking me hungrily as she swiveled her hips up and over my face. Her pussy was already dripping again, a few minutes of tonguing and fingering and I could tell she was once again getting close. She sat up, spun around and impaled myself on my cock. Leaning forward she kissed me, licking her pussy juices from off my lips. 

She was leaning forward, pivoting her hips up and down which I knew put good pressure on her g-spot. "That's still not the worst of it," She continued. "After they were both shaved, they got naked and got into a 69 and did each other again." Gloria's chest was beginning to flush, I recognized an oncoming orgasm. "But the worst part...." Her breathing was becoming a bit ragged, "The worst part...is that....it turned me on....and I masturbated while I watched them." Her orgasm overcame her in mid stroke, a shuddering, thigh clinching convulsion as her pussy tried to suck me in.

"Mmmm," I said, trying to piston myself into her, trying to keep the fuck going. "I like watching... apparently you do too?" Her clamp had eased, I was able to keep the motion going, Gloria's juices flooded over my cock.

"I'll bet you were imagining what it would be like to have her going down on you instead of your daughter? Is that it? What it would be like to taste her pussy? To have her clit throb in orgasm to the touch of your tongue? Hmmm?" 

It's amazing how visual the male is. Some say that the only time a man's mind is clear is in the thirty seconds after orgasm. Granted, many is the time my mind has suddenly become crystal clear on something, and not only after an orgasm. In this case, it was just before orgasm. Like a flashbulb going off in a darkened room, suddenly everything was sharply defined; the questions, the confession, everything. 

"Only it was your daughter you were imagining, wasn't it!" 

Gloria exploded in orgasm, gushing her girl cum all over my cock, causing me to cum at the same time. I reached behind her, grabbed her ass to pull her against me, to bury my cock in her as it spasmed. She collapsed against me, sobs of crying intermixed with gasps of orgasm. "Yes," she breathed into my ear. "Yes."



Executive Platinum Ch. 06



Once again, many thanks to my editor-in-chief, Gary, for his corrections and suggestions.

*

Gloria lay on top of me, breathing hard, another sob held back. I just held her, stroking her hair, stroking her back. Gradually her breathing returned to normal; she sat up and rolled off, saying she needed to clean up. She left a lake of cum and semen on my pelvis; I got up and followed her into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet in the bath and squatted, I used the sink to clean myself, returning to the bed to wait.

She looked at me with a touch of hesitation, obviously not knowing what I was thinking. Lying down beside me, she snuggled into my arm which I wrapped around her, hopefully in a welcoming move. She didn't say anything, nor did I. I could feel her start to speak then stop, then again; finally she spoke.

"You must think I'm a pervert or something."

I stroked her back, cuddling her for a moment. "No, you're not a pervert."

"I can't stop it. I've told myself it's wrong, she's my daughter for God's sake. Just so you know, I've never done anything sexual with her or with any other woman for that matter. I like you, I like sex. You've shown me there's so much more than I ever knew. It's just I feel so -- perverted, doing all these things that have always been, you know, forbidden?"

"You know when I told you my fantasy? About being sucked on everywhere?" I nodded. "I've had that fantasy for years. But what I didn't tell you before, ever since I saw them through the window... somehow, no matter how I try to think about something else it always comes back to...." She lay quietly for a while, leaving the sentence unfinished. I understood; it always came back to Melissa going down on her.

"Are you disgusted with me or something?"

"Why would you say that?" I answered. "It turned me on too."

"But, Melissa? My daughter? You don't think that's perverted?"

"Tell me," I answered, "why do you think that's perverted? Is it that you're fantasizing about your daughter or that you're fantasizing about a woman?"

"You don't think incest is wrong?" she asked, puzzled. I lay there silently for a minute, thinking about how to answer.

"Look, I'm not one to say it is right or it is wrong. That's a moral judgment, which means someone else is telling you how to think. Someone else is putting their right, or their wrong, on you. Physically, human beings are sexual in nature -- every other animal is capable of having sex with a relative, and commonly do. Man has decided that sex with close relatives is wrong, and we teach it and preach it. But the reality is, it's always been there. Hell -- the European monarchies were famous for having incestuous marriages -- its how they kept their claim to being God's chosen ones. And the price they paid was with birth defects, continuous inbreeding does that. Doesn't matter whether it's dogs or parakeets or humans, if we don't mix up the gene pool we reinforce the bad things.

But family members being attracted to each other? How many times have you heard about brothers or sisters experimenting together? What do we mean when we say that word, 'Experimenting'? How about brothers peeping on sisters? Sisters peeping on their brothers? Sons peeping on their mothers or daughters peeping on their fathers? Masturbating in front of brothers or sisters, or masturbating together? My first "experimenting" was with my cousin; she taught me where the female body parts are and gave me my first hand job. Is that so much different than if it was a sister?

Look, you can't get Melissa pregnant, she's an adult female, she's doesn't seem averse to at least touching you intimately - and shaving your pubic hair is damn near as intimate as you can get. Seems to me you're indicating you're more than just a little curious about what it would be like to be with a woman and what woman would you be more familiar with than yourself or a close facsimile of yourself? Her voice certainly sounds like yours." I stopped but she didn't say anything.

"Do you think she knows?"

"I don't know, I... I think she might."

"Why?"

"When she shaved my heart for me... I kept trying to think of other things... but she was touching me, and I kept thinking "what am I going to do if she goes down on me like Barb?" And she touched me, making sure I was smooth... and I was thinking "I want her to go down on me," and then she said she thought it looked good; and after she left, I looked in the mirror, my nipples were hard, and my pussy was wet, she'd been touching me and I knew she had to have seen. I barely touched myself and I came. If she'd touched me I'd have cum... She didn't say anything, but I think she knew."

"Umm," I acknowledged. She suddenly rolled off the bed, retrieved her purse and pulled out her wallet. She opened it up, thumbed through it and pulled out some pictures. She handed me one.

"This was me, my Senior Prom." I looked and handed it back.

"Very cute."

"This was the Christmas Dance my senior year." She handed me the second photo.

"Very nice. Your hair was a little different. You were quite pretty, even then." I handed it back to her; she put the two side by side and handed them back to me.

"The one in the blue dress is really Melissa; the other really is me at my senior prom." I took the two pictures again, really studied them, and could barely tell them apart. The two girls in the picture, if not the same girl, could almost be twins. The biggest difference, I realized after a bit, was that one picture was physically much older than the other.

"You really are a lot alike. I knew you sounded alike, but I had no clue." She put the pics and purse back, returning to the bed and climbing back on top of me.

"You really don't think I'm perverted, that there's something wrong with me?"

"I think..." I paused, really thinking about what I was going to say, "I think you are a beautiful woman... that has been ... shall we say "sexually repressed?" You're only now experimenting with things that your college age daughter has probably already done, has been doing, for quite some time. No, I don't think you're perverted."

She rolled her head a bit, looking at me, thinking. Suddenly leaning forward she kissed me, her hand reaching for my flaccid cock. "God you make me so horny. What is it about you? I just want you to do me and then when we're done I want you to do me again."

"Is it me?" I questioned, "Or is it that you've found there's more to sex than having your partner roll off and start snoring?" I sat up, reached for her hand. "Come on, let's go swimming."

We spent the next several hours back and forth; swimming, a little sun, back to the room, swimming again. We didn't see Mary again until about the time afternoon snacks were set out when she walked up, this time accompanied by a ruggedly good looking man. Physically fit, he obviously worked out often. His muscles rippled, his stomach showed no signs of a beer belly, but the most obvious feature of Steve was that he was bald from head to toe. I realized he hadn't shaved his arm pits, but his head as well as his pubic region and chest were completely hairless. His cock was distended, not engorged, but looked surprisingly thick compared to myself. Mary looked awesome, her breasts standing proudly on her chest. We all took another dip to cool off, Mary telling us the dinner plans were for a dinner theatre where there was supposedly a good old fashioned western melodrama.

Gloria surprised me when we started getting dressed for dinner when she helped pick out my clothes. I laughed, telling her that Debs had always done the same. Having worked out in the field most of my life, dressed up to me has always been a clean pair of Levi's. Gloria was in agreement with Debs on that respect -- that wasn't dressy enough for her. Luckily I did have a few nicer things along, which I put on while Gloria retreated to the bathroom.

When she came back out, I realized why she'd insisted on some dressier clothes.

Gloria looked hot! She had on a little black dress with bare shoulders and spaghetti straps. It was a form fitting silky number cut low across her breasts, leaving most of them exposed. A circular cut out was between her breasts, with a bit of elastic to keep it from gaping open too much. Two little buds were visible that were her nipples, the low cut top barely covering her areolas. The length was well above the knee, so much so that any bending or sitting would have to be done very carefully or she'd be exposing herself.

My "Wow" elicited a grin from her.

"Well? Do you like?"

"Absolutely." I responded, I'm sure with my tongue hanging out. "Turn around?" She did.

The back side was just as nice as the front, the form fitting silky material clinging to the sweet curve of her delectable ass, not a single panty line visible.

"Wow." I said again, shaking my head in awe. I pulled her to me, she melted into my arms, and we kissed. My hands roamed her body, finding a bare behind beneath the satin - although I also felt the straps from her thong which just hadn't been visible. The dress rose up easily to my pull, her smooth naked bottom filling my hands as I held her against me, my cock expanding between us. I pulled my hand out from under the dress; running it up her side and cupping her breast, feeling her nipple harden even more to my touch. She forced herself away from the kiss.

"Stop it or I'm going to have to change panties."

I held her out at arms length, my eyes running up and down her body. "My god, where did you get a dress like that?"

"Melissa of course." She released my hands, reaching up to tug the top a bit higher on her breasts. It barely moved, but smoothed the material over her extremely prominent nipples. Reaching again for my hand, she said "Come on, before we decide to stay."

As we headed out to the lobby where we were to meet Steve and Mary, I asked her if we were appropriately dressed. She told me Mary had clued her in at the pool earlier to make sure she had something sexy as she and Steve had the evening all planned out.

Mary came into the lobby and again my mouth dropped open. She was dressed to the nines in a shimmery blue dress that seemed to be barely there. Whereas Gloria's little number had a cut out between the breasts, Mary's was totally open with a dip extending well below her breasts. Slightly longer than Gloria's black number, it clung to her bottom, accentuating that secondary asset. Her nipples were barely covered and erect, protruding tightly against the fabric. I'd admired her naked breasts earlier in the day, but her nipples had not been erect; I presumed now she must be equally as aroused as Gloria was. A small gold chain crossed the chasm between them, apparently attached to the inside of her dress and obviously designed to attract attention if the bare skin of the insides of her breasts themselves wasn't enough.

Steve pulled up out front with the car, I escorted the girls out and we joined him. I helped Gloria in, she tried to demurely slide in, but wasn't able to keep the dress low enough to prevent me or anyone else that would be in position from getting a flash of her black lacy thong or a touch of a bare bottom. She wiggled her dress down as far as she could and then glanced back guiltily at me. I smiled and raised my eyebrows in response. Her blush told me she knew what I'd seen.

From the time we entered the front door, we were part of the evening show. Everyone working the theatre was involved. The "Sheriff" greeted everyone, checking out with his banter how the audience would play along.

"Howdy Pardners. Welcome to Hooterville! Step right up and see the little lady at the counter. She's one of Miss Nellie's girls from upstairs at the saloon, so if you like what you see, next time yer in town alone...."

His innuendos were totally in character, but like any full blooded male he did a little leering at Mary and Gloria, Mary in particular as it looked to me like she was practically falling out of her top. "Ya'll got any weapons to check? Pistols? Knives? Anything sharp that might poke an eye out?" With that he obviously looked at Mary, and not at her face. "Y'all know you're required to inform the sheriff when ya come into town with any weapons, and if we suspect you might be carrying we'd have to do a whole body search." With that he slid right in between Steve and Mary, putting his arm around her waist. "Yer not carrying nothing dangerous now are you?"

Mary laughed in response. "What makes me think you'd like to do a search whether I'm carrying anything or not?" He grinned and we were taken to our seats by another girl who also took our drink orders. She, like the girl at the front desk, was well endowed and dressed in an old fashioned, form flattering, barmaid outfit. The drinks came, along with appetizers, which kept us occupied until the theatre was full and the show began.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the Sheriff / MC began, "Welcome to Hooterville and our annual fundraiser to protect and display those magnificent specimens that our fair town has been named after. Those all natural attractions that have received worldwide attention and acclaim by all MAN-kind and are of such natural size and beauty that all over the world people have been replacing natural ones with artificially large ones to imitate those natural beauties found right here in Hooterville. So much so that naturally large Hooters like we have in these parts are becoming an endangered species, requiring us to put every effort into preserving them for all the world to see."

While he was running on with the double entendre shtick, one of the barmaids was wandering towards the stage from the far side of the room with a man from the audience. The room was essentially divided by the stage and an entrance hallway. About the time they reached the stage, another barmaid approached us, stooped and whispered something to Mary, who stood and began following her to the stage.

"And of course, everyone knows that our Hooters are being endangered primarily because of the destruction of their natural habitat by the encroachment of the big city way of life, which has been demolishing the barns where our Hooterville Hoot Owls naturally live, and replacing them with city slicker houses where natural Hooters just don't stand a chance of surviving." Despite the second rate humor, we all found ourselves laughing at his spiel.

"Now in keeping with the spirit of fun that we've got in our show for you here tonight, we've got a little contest going for y'all. We're going to split the town into two halves right down the middle here, and all you over on this side (he indicated the side away from us, turning toward the man that had been led up to the stage by the barmaid) will be represented by this cowpoke."

The sheriff turned to the young man who was now standing on the stage beside him, while he was standing on the floor, about a foot below. "Now Y'all" he waved his hand toward that side of the room, "are going to be the cows, and whenever you hear this signal throughout the evening, y'all are going to respond with a loud "MOOO"." He had them give it a try, giving the signal, saying it wasn't good enough, then trying it again.

In the meantime Mary had followed the barmaid, and was standing in approximately the same location as the young man, only on the near side of the stage. When the Sheriff decided the far side of the room had their "Moo" down, he began to turn toward our side of the room. "Now y'all over here..." was all he got before he came face to face with Mary's bosom. With her standing on the stage, him on the floor, her boobs were at exactly his eye level and only 6 inches away. His spiel immediately came to an end, his next words being "Oh, My."

The entire place erupted in laughter, he turned around to compose himself, looking sheepishly at the audience, shaking his head then turning back to her. "And this young lady..." He looked up at her face, but as he put his hand out to indicate Mary, his eyes dropped once again to her nicely displayed chest and he once again came to a loss for words.

Looking back at her face he said, "I'm really trying. Really I am, but for some reason it's awful hard." He looked toward our side of the room, got a big silly grin on his face, looked back at Mary and pulled her to him, his face buried directly between her tits. He pulled his face away from her breasts, looked back at our side of the room and said "Oh. My. God!" then put his face back between them one more time. The laughter was uproarious; Mary had a big grin on her face.

He pulled away, turned away from Mary and waited for the laughter to die down again. When it had he turned back to her and said "You were supposed to check those at the counter, you really could put an eye out with those things."

The laughter died down eventually, we found that our side was the "pigs" to which we had to let out an "Oink" whenever the signal was given. We tried it a couple of times, then he announced a contest to see which side was more into the spirit of the evening. On signal, we all "oinked" and "mooed" after which he decided that our side of the room had won the contest. As a reward, he presented Mary with a bottle of wine for our table -- after which he asked for a hug in appreciation. She gave him a hug, and he took it just that one step further and buried his face once again between Mary's tits. The audience howled in another round of laughter as the other man headed off stage back to his seat.

Pulling back slightly from Mary he looked up and said "You know you remind me of a car's windshield wipers?" and with that he swung his face from one breast to the other making smacking sounds, actually kissing them at least once although it was mostly pantomime. The laughter and applause again rolled through the room, but as it died down, a lone voice hollered out from the other side of the room "Hey! It was a rigged contest. We were playing against a "stacked" deck."

The laughter this time was the loudest of all, causing the Sheriff and the rest of the cast to break out in laughter with all the audience. When the laughter had calmed down once again, the Sheriff, who had climbed up onto the stage, shielded his eyes from the spotlights and peered into the other side of the room. "Who said that? That's not fair when your lines are better than ours, we're supposed to have the funny lines!"

Of course the good guys won, the bad guys got booed, and the all natural Hooters of Hooterville were saved for all "man-kind" to enjoy. The dinner theatre turned out to be just good entertainment. The food was outstanding - the entire dinner actually quite excellent. The barmaids that served it were well endowed, scantily clad, and unafraid to play the role of the bawdy ladies they portrayed. Although the acting certainly was not academy award material, we all had a great time. The bottle of wine we "won" ended up being just one of several that came our way before the evening ended.

Back in the car, Mary said "Well, where to now? You guys up for more?"

"Absolutely!" Gloria responded instantly, and then laughing said "You know any other place where the Sheriff can stick his face in your boobs?" I caught a glance from Mary to Steve, wondered what they had in mind as she answered that they knew just the place.

I wasn't paying too much attention to where we were going, but when we pulled into the parking lot and I spotted the sign that said "Showgirls -- Exotic Dancing," I suddenly understood the knowing look between them. As Steve pulled into a parking place, Mary turned to Gloria and me. "You guys ok with a little sexy fun?"

I raised my eyebrows at her with a grin in response, then looked over at Gloria. She hadn't been paying attention to where we were, seemed a little confused about what she meant, so I leaned over and whispered to her that it was "a topless bar - a titty bar." Her eyes got wide in response, a slight flush appearing to her face, before she hesitantly answered affirmatively, that is -- she would if everyone else wanted to. We got out of the car, Gloria immediately grabbed my arm, holding me back as Steve and Mary walked just a bit ahead.




Executive Platinum Ch. 06



"Oh my god -- I've never done anything - been anywhere like this."

"Don't worry," I whispered back, "Just go with the flow -- all you have to do is sit and have a drink."

Inside, eyes from all over the room shifted to us as elbow after elbow was poked into adjacent ribs and heads nodded, pointing out the two good looking women that had just entered the showroom. We were escorted to a table just off the stage by a long legged high heeled brunette beauty whose legs went clear up to her stretch briefs. Steve and I were apparently just "men," she barely gave us another look, but obviously appraised both Mary and Gloria before taking our drink orders. Another nearly naked showgirl was doing her thing on the stage entertaining anyone that wanted to put out a dollar. Gloria still had a grip on my arm; she hadn't relinquished it since the parking lot. Our drinks came, and finally she eased the grip on my arm to take her drink.

Up front the dancer was now walking around naked, picking up the money lying in front of the guys seated around the stage, obviously done with her part, but letting them leer for a few seconds more. She stooped down and said something to everyone that had money on the stage, sort of holding her clothes in front of her as she did so as if she was being modest, then headed back stage after she'd circuited the entire stage. She reappeared at floor level from the dressing room door, with her clothes back on, a few moments later. Working the crowd around the stage, apparently asking if anyone would like a private dance, she eventually found a taker. She took him by the hand, wandering over to the darker side of the room where booths and chairs were set up.

It didn't take long and we found the routine was this: a girl came on stage, danced one dance with her clothes on using the pole, showing off her athleticism, and sometimes even some actual dancing ability. Once the first song was done, she'd work in a short strip routine in her second dance that eliminated her top, leaving her clothed in just some lacy panties, boy shorts, or sometimes just a thong. She'd perform yet a third dance, although this time she paid lots of attention to the men offering bills for a close up dance and pretty much abandoning the pole. During her last dance, off would come the thong or panties and up came the more explicit display of her body; doing the splits, bending over backwards, her legs splayed open in front of whoever happened to be sitting in front of her, displaying her pussy for all to see. And of course, the more money that came out, the more she danced directly in front of a position, the more close up was the view they got.

After her trifecta, she'd step backstage, get dressed, then come back and work the crowd to see if anyone had the desire to pay more for a personal dance. As the dancer left the stage, the MC would be on the loudspeaker telling us to give a big hand to some obvious stage name who would turn out to be one of the numerous waitresses, and the next dancer, each waitress eventually taking a turn.

Steve had leaned over a time or two and spoken to Mary. I could see them checking out the different girls. I saw him following a little Filipina waitress with his eyes, and after several dancers had come and gone, when she appeared on stage as the next dancer, he pulled out his wallet, pulled some bills out and headed for the stage himself.

He waited until the second dance when the gal was topless, then folded a bill in half and stuck it between his teeth. He just stood beside the stage while she made her rounds, but as soon as she got in front of him he leaned forward to have her take the bill from his mouth. Leaning down, she put her hands up, pushed her small boobs together to pinch the bill between them, momentarily rubbing her tits on his face as she did. She took the bill, tucked it into the string of her thong, then turned around gyrating her naked bottom in his face. His hands were folded behind his back while all this went on, which elicited a question about "Why?" from Gloria.

"You're not allowed to touch the girls with your hands while they're dancing," I told Gloria in answer to her question. "Put your hands behind your back and there's no way you can be accused of touching which will get you a rapid invitation to leave."

"So she can rub her boobs in your face," which the girl had obviously done while taking the offered bill from Steve's mouth, "but you can't touch her?"

"Not supposed to touch, or lick, or kiss the girls. It's the law." She looked at me, then shook her head. "Stupid laws, huh?" She nodded in response.

Steve stayed up front through the second dance, pulling another bill out and putting it on the stage at the beginning of the third dance. This time totally naked, she displayed not just her naked ass but naked pussy to Steve; doing the splits in front of him, leaning backward into a four legged hand walk that opened her pussy slightly and then flipped over again and wiggled her bare butt backwards in his face. Each time after she moved on, taking the bill with her, Steve pulled out another to put in its place. Afterward, Steve returned to his seat with a grin on his face, bending down and kissing Mary just before taking his seat and picking up his beer.

The next girl on stage turned out to be the long legged one that had seated us. About the end of the first dance, I saw Mary turn to Steve and say something. Steve pulled out his wallet again, fishing some more bills out and handing them to Mary who headed up to the stage herself. She did the same as Steve had, holding a bill between her teeth.

When the dancer got to Mary, the same routine happened, except that after she'd pulled the bill from Mary's mouth with her boobs, she bent down and said something to Mary, then moved on around the stage. I saw Mary take another bill, and this time instead of putting it in her teeth, she began fiddling with it between her breasts. After she got it affixed, she turned back toward us, showing that it was hooked over her gold chain.

The entire room was paying as much attention to Mary as to the dancer on stage. It took a short time, but when she got back to Mary she again bent down and said something, but Mary shook her head with a puzzled look, not hearing exactly what she'd said. The girl on stage indicated with her hands for Mary to separate her top, exposing her own breasts. Unsurprisingly, Mary didn't even hesitate.

The hoots and whistles from the crowd were instantaneous. From where I was sitting, it was obvious that as I'd earlier suspected, there was very little keeping Mary's breasts from popping right out of her top. She hooked her fingers, and instantly her beauties were out for all the world to see.

I couldn't tell why, but her nipples were totally erect. Somehow the chain was attached in some indiscernible fashion. When she leaned forward this time, the dancer leaned down and took the bill from the chain with her teeth, but not before she'd brushed her lips across Mary's nipples. The crowd was now almost continuously hooting and hollering and applauding, but eventually the song came to an end, as did the dancer's time on stage. Mary stood up, waved to all the guys around the stage, which elicited another round of hooting and applause, then she calmly popped her girls back into her dress and returned to our table.

"That was fun," she pronounced as she slid back into her seat and reached for her beer. "You going for it, Gloria?" Gloria's hand was back resting on my arm; I could feel the slight increase in tension that said she wasn't quite ready for something so brazen.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that," she answered.

"Sure you are. You've got gorgeous girls, go show 'em off."

Gloria looked at me, I put my hand on hers and squeezed it in reassurance. Leaning in to her ear I whispered, "Don't do anything you don't want to do."

As I was whispering, I caught a motion in the corner of my eye, and looked up just in time to see the girl from on stage approaching. A nearly see through camisole top constrained two natural breasts, but did nothing to hide the shadow of her nipples. Her midriff was bare, a single, tasteful diamond, or more likely cubic zirconium fake diamond, decorated her belly. Dressed in business attire and heels she'd have been a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen. Dressed in nothing but a smile and heels she'd been a show stopper. She'd bypassed the men around the stage, coming directly to where Mary was seated. She smiled, "That was fun. I don't get too many girls in here to play."

"It was!" Mary answered, "and my girls love to play. Can we play some more?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. Let me do my rounds, I'll be right back." She headed back to the stage, her tight but nicely rounded bottom encased in boy shorts on top of two long athletic legs keeping my attention as she moved away. She stopped numerous times, personally thanking all the horny guys that had dropped money for her to display her gorgeous body, before returning to our table a couple of minutes later.

Mary stood and started after her, but when we didn't move she turned and just said "Coming?"

I took Gloria's hand and stood along with Steve. I stepped around Mary's chair, right next to Steve who put his hand on my arm and said "She likes to be watched. If you guys are uncomfortable...."

"No worries," I leaned into his ear to be heard over the noise and music. "Gloria's got fantasies, she just hasn't turned 'em loose yet."

We followed Mary to the side of the room where there were loose chairs and our dancer was arranging them in a little nook. With the high backs facing out she effectively made a barrier to on-looking eyes -- at least to anyone that wasn't on the raised platform with us. Gloria was just ahead of me and sank into the chair furthest from Mary. Steve went just beyond and I took the chair between Mary and Gloria.

"I'm Brittany," our dancer introduced herself, sticking out her hand to Steve who gave his name and she continued around the circle to each of us in turn. "Mary's my playmate for now but I'll play with the rest of you a little too, unless you want someone else to join us?"

"Give us some time," I answered, "we might want someone to join us in a little bit." I glanced at Gloria as I said this, her eyes got bigger and her hand gripped mine a bit tighter. I could feel the clamminess of her grip but also noticed her nipples were really hard.

"Ok, so here's the rules. Officially you can't touch me, but as long as no one out there can see and we've got a pretty good box here with all the chairs, well -- I like to play too. I can touch you outside your clothes, or anywhere that's exposed, but I can't take your clothes off. If I see someone coming that will disturb us I'll just say 'Boss' and it would be best if nothing below the waist is showing.'

She began to dance in front of Mary, leaning onto the arms of her chair and said "I want to see those babies again." Mary smiled, reached up to her top, slid her fingers down both sides of the cleft, popping them free once again.

Sitting beside her as I was, I was able to see for the first time that the gold chain was attached to her nipples. An elastic loop was around them, simultaneously keeping her nipples erect and giving an attachment point for the chain that spanned between her breasts. Brittany almost immediately straddled Mary's legs and peeled her own top, exposing the female flesh and nipples that had only been slightly hidden by her camisole. Her medium sized breasts were obviously all natural; her erect nipples rested on the upper side of her breasts giving them a distinctly perky look. Her skin was flawless, the perfect tan unmarred by bikini marks. She leaned in, dragging her own rock hard nipples back and forth across Mary's chest, making an effort to have her nipples rub on Mary's nipples. Mary slid her hands forward, at first putting them on the back of Brittany's thighs before gradually sliding them upward to cup her ass. Brittany pulled back a little, slid her hands up to her own breasts, cupping them, flicking her nipples with her thumbs, before suddenly sliding off Mary's lap and spinning sideways to dance in front of Steve.

She started out facing backwards, bending over, showing her tightly covered bottom to Steve. She ran her hand backward between her legs, splaying her fingers over her bottom and then slowly ran her hand back between her legs as she backed up closer and closer to Steve's face. She blatantly caressed herself once before turning and straddling Steve just as she had Mary. I saw her take a quick glance over the back of the chair at the rest of the bar, then she leaned forward until Steve's face was directly between her tits. Taking her hands she put them on the sides of her breasts pushing them together against his face. Steve turned his head just slightly, she didn't draw back as his lips brushed her nipple. Instead she turned sideways the other way until his lips found her opposite nipple, after which she slipped off him and changed positions in front of me.

I grinned up at her as she repeated the same act with me. When she brushed her nipple across my lips, I slid my hands onto her ass, my fingers sliding up under her briefs, holding her against me. "Naughty, Naughty," she said with a grin, then slid backwards, off my legs and moved sideways again to Gloria.

Gloria was sitting still, almost looking petrified. There was a slight flush to her face, yet her eyes never left Brittany.

Brittany danced in front of Gloria for a few moments, then reached down to Gloria's bare legs with both hands, leaning forward so her own bare breasts were dangling in front of her. Gloria's little black dress had ridden up a bit, but she wasn't exposed until Brittany's hands slid up her legs and caught the hem, forcing it just enough higher that the matching black thong became visible. It was just a bit, but I'm fairly sure the way it happened Brittany was checking whether Gloria was naked underneath or not.

Brittany's hands continued up and over Gloria's dress to her waist, under her arms, beside her breasts, before stroking up and over her breasts on their way to her shoulders. Her fingers trailed directly across where Gloria's erect nipples projected against her dress, then up her naked chest to her neck before sliding back down across her shoulders. Her hands caught the spaghetti straps on Gloria's shoulders, gently slipping both of them off as her hands continued down again along Gloria's arms to her wrists and hands. I noticed her glance over the chairs again, then she leaned even further forward and down where she was totally out of sight of the main room before she reached down and took Gloria's hands and placed them on her breasts. She didn't let go, moving Gloria's hands with her own slowly over her tits until she released them, slowly backed away, and raised up. I didn't get a read on how, but somehow she knew Gloria was interested - and simultaneously - shy.

She danced in front of all of us, each for a few moments, bending over, gyrating, teasing. Her hands roamed all over her body, and then facing away from us, bent over once again displaying her ass. This time her hand snaked between her legs, slid up over the two moons of her ass and hooked the top of the brief. She slowly pulled it down revealing the tantalizing smooth and flawlessly tanned globes of her naked bottom; stepping out of the shorts, a thin strip of material all that was visible of the thong she wore.

She was now paying very little attention to Steve and me, although I don't think either of us cared. It was pretty obvious she liked teasing the girls far more. When she again slid onto Mary's lap, Mary's hands were on her naked bottom almost instantly. Brittany leaned forward, sliding her breasts against Mary's face, moving back and forth further and further until her nipple found Mary's lips. Mary didn't hesitate; her lips opened, a pink tongue slipped out and teased a pink nipple before she sucked it into her mouth. Brittany stayed in place for long moments, allowing Mary's mouth to work on her breast. When she pulled away, turning her body so her other breast could be teased by Mary's tongue and lips, her nipple was much longer and harder than it had been moments before.

Brittany's hands had been on Mary's shoulders, but as soon as Mary began sucking her nipple she slid them down to Mary's breasts, kneading, fondling, playing with them at the same time. She glanced once more over the chair back, then quietly pulled back saying "Boss." She slid back off Mary's knees, turned and bending over wiggled her naked ass in Mary's face. I don't think Mary had picked up on what she'd said, so I motioned with my hands for her to cover her breasts. She did just moments before another woman appeared on the platform wandering slowly, apparently just checking things out. She meandered by, trying hard not to be obvious about checking us out, then satisfied that she'd made an effort at stopping any impropriety, left again.

No sooner was she out of sight than Mary again bared her breasts, this time keeping her hands on them, pushing them together. Brittany turned back around, and leaned forward, bared her teeth and bit on the chain, pulling back with her teeth. It stretched taut, pulling against Mary's nipples, her breasts moving together, her nipples pulling inward to follow the tug on the chain. Relaxing the pull on the chain, she took it into her mouth as if she was eating it, gradually moving her mouth closer and closer to Mary's right breast. The visible chain on the right side shrank bit by bit, until it completely disappeared into her mouth. As it did, so did Mary's nipple. Brittany's mouth was against Mary's breast for several long moments, Mary's nipple hidden in her mouth, then she opened her lips showing her teeth around Mary's nipple, just behind the elastic loop. She slowly pulled back again, her teeth behind the loop pulling and stretching Mary's breast and nipple until suddenly the elastic and Mary's nipple separated, her breasts and nipple popping free.

The gold chain was now a tether from Brittany's mouth to Mary's still attached left breast. Pulling the rest of the chain into her mouth with her lips, she gradually drew herself to Mary's other nipple which she first sucked, then removed the loop with her teeth just as she had the other.

Sitting up again she took another glance over the chairs to see if we were to be interrupted. Satisfied that trouble wasn't approaching, she reached forward with both her hands and began tweaking Mary's nipples.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, turning to see the Filipina girl that Steve had been interested in earlier stepping up to the chairs with a tray in hand, checking our drinks. We were all almost empty, I ordered another round for everyone. She collected our empties, a glance at Brittany who made no effort to hide that she was now sucking on Mary's breasts. Something about her knowing smile, I knew there would be no trouble from her.

Mary's hands had been all over Brittany's body while Brittany's mouth had been all over her. Now she slid her hands around to where they were both simultaneously squeezing and fondling each other's tits. Brittany, ever vigilant, glanced over the top of the chairs and simultaneously over Gloria, who truthfully hadn't been getting much of my attention. Gloria's hand was once again on my arm, the grip telling me she couldn't believe this was happening. I looked over at her and smiled, taking in the faint blush, the look of want, and two very hard nipples, all in a glance.

At the same instant behind me I heard Brittany say, "Doesn't your girlfriend like to play?"

"I'm not sure just yet." Mary answered quietly.

"I think she wants to, but I can't undress her."




Executive Platinum Ch. 06



Gloria was seated closest to the speaker, I was pretty sure that with the music in the background, she hadn't heard any of this - I barely had. I turned to her, covered her hand on my arm with mine. I slid my hand up her arm until I reached her dress where I began to insinuate my fingers under the edge and draw it down. Gloria's eyes got wide, her other hand coming up to stop me. "What are you doing?" She asked, although I knew she knew exactly what I was doing.

My hand rested on her arm, the side of my hand pressed against her breast. I wiggled my pinky finger across her nipple as it was in the perfect place. "She'll play with you too, but you have to show her." Her eyes said it all, she wanted to -- but yet she had reservations. Her hand was holding mine in place, I did nothing until she relaxed the hold. This time as I again began to put pressure drawing her dress down, she made no effort to stop me. Her left areola appeared, her hard nipple stopping the dress from moving further until I ran my finger inside the edge, her nipple popping free. I moved to her right side, insinuating my fingers under the edge until that nipple also broke free, then slid the dress down on both sides so her breasts were resting entirely on top of her dress. Her nipples were extremely hard; I once again flicked the near one with my pinky finger, squeezed it, then reached across her body and squeezed the other. When I tweaked her other nipple, she shivered once with a sharp intake of breath. I felt a hand on my arm and looked up; Brittany was telling me to get out of the way.

I pulled my arm back and Brittany slid into place straddling Gloria's legs. Her thong was pulled tightly against her pussy, covering her naked lips, yet displaying it more plainly than if she'd been completely nude. She reached forward to Gloria's hips, slowly sliding her hands up her sides until Gloria's breasts were engulfed by them. "I knew you wanted to play, but you were afraid." I could barely hear what Brittany was saying to Gloria over the music.

Gloria didn't say anything; her eyes closed, her head rolled back, her neck stretched upward. Brittany released her breasts, then took Gloria's hands in hers, moving them to her own breasts. "First time?" she asked, releasing her hands which then stayed in place and moved her own back to Gloria's chest. She didn't answer, I nodded for her.

Gloria was hesitant at first, but made no effort to remove her hands from Brittany's breasts. Brittany's hands had moved back to Gloria's breasts, lifting and fondling, her fingers finally tweaking Gloria's nipples. Gloria had little tremors going through her as Brittany played with her nipples; little shakes of pleasure telling me she was extremely aroused.

I'd been twisted around in my chair, not paying attention to anything except Brittany and Gloria. I leaned back and reached for my beer, and at the same time glanced over at Steve and Mary, who were also watching Gloria and Brittany. Mary smiled and winked, I smiled in return. Turning back, I was just in time to see Brittany lean down and suck one of Gloria's nipples into her mouth which changed her little tremors of pleasure into a full fledged orgasm. She shifted over, first suckling her other nipple which elicited more tiny convulsions from Gloria, then ran her tongue from the bottom of her breast, across her nipple to the top, in one long lap.

Brittany turned in Gloria's lap facing outward, her nearly naked body leaning back molding into Gloria's, her head laid back beside Gloria's. Brittany turned her face to Gloria's ear, and although I couldn't tell for sure, she must have been tonguing or sucking it. Brittany's hands grasped Gloria's, pulling them around her and upward until they again reluctantly came to rest on her breasts. She just held them there at first and then released them, her own hands slowly moving away, Gloria's hands remaining on her naked breasts.

She gently lifted Brittany's breasts; her hands fully cupping them, squeezing, her fingers separating , then gradually coming together until she was tweaking her nipples. Brittany twisted her arm behind herself, between them, her hand fondling Gloria at the same time. Brittany's hands returned to their spot on top of Gloria's hands which were still on her breasts. She directed them further down her body, across her stomach, across the small diamond stud in her belly button and onto her abdomen. Sliding down, onto her thighs, she forced Gloria to rub her hands over her body. She moved them as far down her legs as they would reach, then slowly drew them back up the inside of her thighs, almost -- but not quite, moving them to her thong covered pussy. I didn't doubt that if Gloria had slid her fingers just a little more to the center -- Brittany wouldn't have stopped her.

Standing, her naked bottom in Gloria's face, she moved Gloria's hands to her backside, where she again released them, moving her own hands to her hips. She teasingly slid them around to her front, one hand cupping her sex, the other slowly sliding lower, between her legs, snaking out as she bent further and further, until she grabbed Gloria's arm near her elbow. She began sliding her hand back out between her legs, her fingers slithering down Gloria's arm, to her wrist, gripping her hand again and drawing it forward between her own legs until her two hands and Gloria's one all converged on her crotch.

Brittany was facing away from me so I couldn't see her crotch, but I could see where their hands were and she was holding Gloria's directly on her pussy. Brittany had been nude on stage, but during our private dance she had maintained her thong in place, her shaven pussy covered. Now she drew away from Gloria, Gloria's hand sliding away from her crotch and back between her legs. Turning I could see Brittany's naked pussy, her thong pushed aside, two pussy lips exposed and puffier than when she'd been on stage; she'd had Gloria's hand on her naked pussy, if only for an instant.

Through the chairs I caught a glimpse of the Filipina girl returning with drinks, and although I saw Brittany's head turn also catching sight of the approaching bar girl she made no effort to hide what was going on. She delivered the drinks, setting one in front of each of us and collecting the remaining empties, ending with Steve, who had her bend down and said something to her. She nodded and headed off with the tray and empties.

When I looked back it was to see Brittany once again spinning by me, bending in front of Mary to wiggle her naked bottom in her face. She'd made no effort to replace her thong, or to stop Mary's hands from caressing her again, except for another head bob as she checked to see the whereabouts of the local constable. Mary's hands were all over her bottom, her hips, but as she started to insinuate her hand between her legs, Brittany turned, straddled her legs and sat, her now wide open and naked crotch facing her. Brittany's hands came up to again fondle Mary's breasts, Mary's hands went down between Brittany's legs, blatantly sliding a finger along the crease of her pussy, not quite disappearing from view as she fondled her sex. It was just that instant, one caress of her naked pussy, then Brittany pulled back, her finger catching the edge of the thong and moving it back into place. She again glanced toward the rest of the room; Mary understood -- a one time taboo act that she'd allowed.

A motion caused me to look back the other way, and the Filipina woman was bending toward me, having moved unseen by me into our circle of chairs.

"Your friend says he thinks you like chocolate?" I didn't immediately respond, knowing the puzzlement had to be showing on my face. My friend thinks I like chocolate? What kind of question was that?

"Sure, occasionally." I finally answered.

"Milk Chocolate or Dark Chocolate?"

"Uh, Milk Chocolate I guess." With that she grinned at me, her hands sliding down her sides, catching her tight shorts. She wiggled a little, then turned around, bending over as she slithered her shorts down, exposing her pure milk chocolate cheeks to my eyes. I glanced at Steve who was watching with a grin, but although Mary glanced over at us, she was preoccupied with Brittany.

The naked bottom in front of me twisted and churned, backing up closer and closer until she was straddling my legs. I reached up and slid my hands onto her bottom which she allowed, then ran them up and down over her muscular thighs. There was no doubt this beauty worked out often. She moved forward again, out of reach, obviously not going to allow the blatant fondling that Brittany had been doing with the girls. When she turned around, I could see that all she had on was a tiny sliver of a see-through thong, a triangle of cloth that barely covered meaty lips, a camel toe if there ever was a camel toe. The only other clothing she was wearing was the tight fitting top which plunged between her breasts, which didn't appear to be of much size at all, but were sporting two very obviously erect nipples pushing out against the cloth.

She danced for me, raising her hands to her head which accentuated her smallish breasts forcing the cloth tighter against them, making them appear bigger. Forward, backwards, she occasionally moved closer, allowing me to stroke her smooth backside again. I glanced at Gloria who was watching raptly, a slight flush on her chest. She'd pulled the dress back up, her breasts again covered.

The dancer faced me and bent over, leaning onto my knees with her hands. "Are you sure you don't like dark chocolate some?"

"I didn't say that, I like dark chocolate too."

"Oh goody. Ever have chocolate drops?" Her hands crossed and gripped her shirt at the bottom, drawing it up and off, tossing it to one side. She bent back down, her hands to my knees which accentuated the form of her breasts, which as I'd seen were moderately small. But what she lacked in breast size, was more than made up for in large luscious nipples. Two huge, dark chocolate drop, accents on milk chocolate ice cream scoops; cone shape breasts that rounded off into puffy areola and dark chocolate nipples twice as large as a standard pencil eraser. My hands involuntarily reached for the delicacies in front of me, but she stood and pulled back. "Uh, uh, be good."

She danced in front of me for several minutes, turning, displaying her body, but except for that first fondle of her bottom didn't allow me to touch her at all. She said something to Brittany, who agreed. She started to change places, Brittany coming back over to Gloria while the Filipina gal (who I never did get a name for) moved over to Steve. As they slid by each other in the small space, Brittany's hand drug across her body, grabbing a quick fondle of her chocolate breasts and chocolate drop nipples. Their hands briefly gripped in passing, I wondered if these two were more than just co-workers that were often naked together.

Mary and I watched the two of them dancing with Steve and Gloria. The excitement of the forbidden was beginning to disappear for me, and as I saw Mary's hand slide up her dress, putting 'the girls" back in place I realized it was for her also; time to move on. Our round of drinks had all but disappeared, and as the music changed again, Gloria finally called a halt to our entertainment, saying she was ready to go. Steve and Mary said they were too -- all it took was closing out the bill, which although steep wasn't as bad as it could have been - thanks to Brittany, I'm sure. The others started toward the car, I returned momentarily and found Brittany. I leaned into her ear, simply said "Thank You" and slipped a cash tip into her hand that was every bit as much an extra as the extras she'd allowed us.

She took the tip without looking, simply hiding it in her hand. "Thank you," she responded. "Bring the girls and stay later next time. If they want we can play a little more freely away from here when I'm off...."

I smiled, "I'll let them know," and walked out. She hadn't mentioned Steve and me, there was no doubt in my mind that she didn't mind showing off, but she wasn't particularly interested in men.

The others had ended up waiting. As we were walking toward the car, Gloria took my arm for support. "Oh my god I'm drunk."

"Yeah, but did you have a good time?" Steve asked.

"I did," she answered, "did you?" directing the same question at me. She stumbled a bit, I caught her from falling.

"Absolutely. Great time."

"You guys were a lot of fun." Steve said as he started the car.

"Yeah." Mary added, "We like to play, but it's not always easy to find other people that like to play too."

"Brittany said to come next time when we can stay later, that she can have a lot more fun playing with you two away from here."

"Us two?" Gloria asked, not quite following what I'd said.

I laughed. "Methinks Brittany prefers women."

Gloria looked sheepish, she may have even blushed but it was hard to see in the parking lot light, a simple "Oh" explaining that she finally understood.

It was pretty obvious Mary's statement about finding playmates was both intended to explain the evening that had happened, and leave an opening for further "play" when we got back. There was little doubt that Brittany would play if invited, which meant that finding 'other people' to play had to mean Gloria and me. I wondered if Gloria had picked up on what she was intimating.

Unlike earlier on the way to the club, where Gloria had remained on her side of the car, this time she just slid halfway across and remained cuddled next to me. Her hand at first rested on my leg, but it wasn't long before it slid up across my lap. My semi hard cock rapidly hardened to her caress.

I was sitting slightly sideways, back against the car door, my hand stroking the side of her breast under her arm. She moved her arm slightly, the dress gaped just a little, the spaghetti strap slid off her shoulder, my fingers found the crease under her arm. I wiggled my fingers in her armpit, finding the soft skin on the side of her breast like a teenager copping a feel of his girlfriend for the first time. She shrugged, her dress loosened a bit more, just enough for my fingers to slide inside, my fingertips finding a willing nipple. I looked down at her upturned face, her eyes closed. I kissed her forehead; she raised her face to meet mine. I lowered my kiss to her mouth, her tongue penetrated my lips, her mouth sucking hungrily on my tongue as it followed hers back to her mouth. Her hand, which had been gripping and squeezing my now much harder cock, rose until she could slip her forefinger into my pants, twirling it around the purple knob she found there. She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes came open, her face turned slightly toward the front seat.

"Oh my," Gloria moaned sounding a bit sick, "I think I've had too much to drink." She definitely had had a lot to drink; but from the mixed signals she was giving, I wasn't sure whether it was really too much - or something else was going on. Her hand certainly hadn't let go of my cock, my hand was caressing a very hard nipple, and although she'd just claimed otherwise, her smile previously hadn't led me to believe she was about to lose her cookies.

"Are you going to be OK?" I asked, as fearful that she really might be about to deposit some well used wine and beer in my lap as anything. She nodded.

"I'll be OK." She looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks."

In just a few minutes we were back at the Terra Cotta Inn. Steve pulled into the parking lot this time; we walked in together. Once inside we stopped in the courtyard; despite the post midnight hour, a couple was lounging in the pool.

"We've got a bottle of wine left," Steve said, "care to join us for a nightcap?"

Without hesitation Gloria groaned. "Oh, I don't think so. I don't think I'd better do anything but go to bed."

"I understand," Mary answered, the disappointment in her voice barely hidden. "We'll catch you tomorrow." We issued our goodbyes, I steered my drunken lady toward our door.

Once behind a closed door, Gloria attacked me. Her arms around my neck, her tongue driving into my mouth as her hands barely managed to unbutton my shirt without popping the buttons off. I needed no urging to join her, pulling her dress up and off was easy, leaving her dressed only in her black thong. She pushed me backward onto the bed, unbuckling my pants and pulling them off. She dropped to her knees, her mouth engulfing my member, sucking me to full hardness.

She climbed onto the bed with me, the thong she was still wearing slid easily aside as she steered my cock to her dripping wetness. She rapidly impaled herself on me, moving her body in search for the right stimulus. Not finding it, she gripped my arm and rolled us over together. I slid to the end of the bed, standing, her legs wrapping around me to force me deeper into her. We fucked like that, hard and fast; me partially standing, her on the edge of the bed, her hands reaching first for my nipples - then her own; tweaking, twisting, even yanking back and forth on them. She came once, then as I continued pounding, a second time before I could hold back no more and spurted my load deep inside her.

Sated for the moment, dripping with sweat from the exertion, I crawled beside her on the bed and collapsed. "My god, where did that come from? I thought you were drunk and needed to go to bed?"

She giggled, "Pretty good huh? I needed to go to bed but not because I was drunk. Oh my god, that was hot. Did you see she was playing with me? When she sucked my nipple?"

"It was kind of hard to miss."

"I touched her pussy."

"Uh huh, I saw. Mary too."

"Did you see she made me cum?"

"I saw." She rolled toward me, pulling my arm down and resting her head on it. Her hand began to twiddle the hair on my chest. "You didn't want to play with Mary and Steve?"

She didn't answer immediately, but eventually she let out a simple "no."

"Mary was disappointed, it's pretty obvious she likes women."

"I know... but it isn't her, it's Steve. I know this might sound strange, but I don't want to fuck him. I was afraid that if we went with them he'd want to have sex with me and I'm not ready for that. I don't know if I'll ever be ready for that."

I assured her I understood, there was a distinct possibility that was what they had in mind, but told her I wouldn't have let anything happen that she wasn't a willing participant in. We talked some more until somewhere in mid conversation we must have fallen asleep. We really had had a lot to drink.



Executive Platinum Ch. 07



Once again my great thanks to Gary, my editor in chief. 

My morning run got off to a late start; Gloria had still been asleep when I sneaked out. It was my day for a longer run; I figured I'd done about 15 miles before I got back. I went in by way of the pool, figuring to rinse off at the outdoor shower and jump in to cool off but stopped when I saw Mary already out, sunning in all her glory.

"Have a good run?"

"Always."

"Where's Gloria?"

"I'm pretty sure she's either still in bed, or just getting up. She was still asleep when I headed out. Steve golfing?"

"He doesn't miss it for anything, every morning. She feeling OK?"

I nodded. "Truth be known, she wasn't all that bad last night." 

Her eyebrow rose slightly. "Oh?"

"Mary, about last night... was I correct in thinking your offer for a nightcap was an offer for, um, a little more than just a nightcap?"

Mary looked around, no one was within earshot. "Yes."

"Yeah, I was pretty sure." I wasn't sure what I wanted to say or ask, so paused, thinking. "Gloria figured that out too. At first she was game, but she got cold feet. She's been pretty, how shall I say it - prudish? Repressed sexually? - for most of her life. She wasn't sure she was ready to um... participate in whatever you were offering." Mary nodded, again indicating understanding.

"So just what exactly were you offering?"

She smiled. "Good question. Actually if you'd come to the room we'd have told you exactly what we were up for. We always set the rules up front so nobody is surprised; nobody expects something they aren't going to get." She stopped then stated matter of factly, "We like to play, but we don't fuck others. We like to show off; see and be seen. Foursome foreplay is what Steve likes to call it. Of course, my girls have been the center of attention since I was a teenager and as you saw last night I love to show them off and have them played with." I nodded.

"You realize that I like women?" 

I nodded. "That's been pretty apparent, at least to me."

"Steve and I have an agreement. We never play without the other one there; he gets to watch and participate but he doesn't fuck anyone but me, I don't fuck anyone but him." She paused as a couple walked by. They settled into a location on the far side of the pool, she continued in a slightly lower voice. "Steve likes to watch me making love with a woman, and I love to eat pussy."

I grinned, "What a surprise! I never would have guessed." She laughed.

"Gloria really liked last night, I really liked last night. I think Brittany really liked last night, too, she'd have probably come home with us if you'd asked."

"She offered."

"What?"

Mary smiled, "As we were going out, she told me she was off at two. I told her it sounded like fun but I thought last night wouldn't have worked out."

"What did she say?"

"She asked if I was going to "do" my little virgin friend. I told her maybe, and she said to come see her again sometime."

"So tell me, do you do this all the time? Go to nude resorts and shop for playmates?"

Mary laughed. "Shop for playmates! I like that. No, I wouldn't say that. Actually we've met playmates all kinds of places, but not often at a nude resort. Most nude resorts, well, it just doesn't happen. Unless you go to one of those swinger resorts, it happens there a lot. But places like this... Well, I won't say it doesn't happen, but my experience is that nudists are typically a pretty conservative lot. There've been a couple of times where we've met some special couples at nude resorts and played together, but we're more likely to find playmates at a Christmas or New Years party."

"I'd have thought just the other way around."

"Nah, around here, I'm just another set of boobs. But dress me up, and my girls are something special. I can't help it," she giggled, "they're just sluts for attention."

"I'll bet. So how do you tell a couple wants to play?"

"We don't always. We've offended a few really nice people once or twice, but most of the time – it's the women."

"The women? Really?"

"Oh yeah, of course. Face it, you guys are all sluts for boobs. Show 'em a nice set of titties and they're slathering all over themselves. Nine out of ten guys wouldn't think twice about going into the back room with me at a Christmas party with their lady friend right there. There'd be a commotion and a big stink and somebody would probably get fired or something. 

But the women - they set the rules. If a woman's interested, she almost always comments on my girls. She'll tell me how lucky I am, or how her husband or boyfriend commented about them. That's almost always a sign that they're interested themselves. Sometimes they ask if they're natural. Once we've struck up a conversation, the dance is on."

"What do you say?"

"All depends on who it is. If I like them, I'll encourage her, if not I don't. The easiest way to move to the next step is to tell her I like to show 'em off. If she's asked about whether they're natural, it's an easy lead to offer to let her feel them for herself."

"And if she's talking about how her husband or boyfriend...?"

"She's not really. Usually any woman that will step up and talk to another woman about how her breasts are gorgeous has other things in mind."

"So tell me, just when did you discover you liked women?"

"You mean men, I've always liked women. It was men that I discovered later."

"Huh?" 

"I grew up with three sisters, one older and two younger. My older sister and I shared a bed for years." She shrugged. "What can I say? We taught each other everything. My first sexual experience was with my older sister. We played whenever we were horny until she went away to college."

"Huh. How about that. Gloria and I were talking about incest just yesterday, about siblings experimenting together, kissing cousins, that kind of thing. And here you are telling me you did the exact things we were talking about."

"Incest? I wouldn't think we ever thought of it as incest. Incest would have been like Mother-Son or us girls doing our dad or something like that," she shivered and shrugged her shoulders in disgust. "Gross thought. Yuck, but he was dead so that wasn't an issue anyway, not that we were interested. We were just horny girls that didn't mind helping each other get off."

"Didn't anyone ever find out? Your friends or parents or anything?"

"Of course, but we included lots of them, too. Not all, some were too prudish, but a lot of them. I don't know if Mom ever knew or not, but she never said anything." She giggled. "We sure had some wild slumber parties."

"I'll bet." 

"So what about Gloria and me? You thought we'd be interested?"

She reached over and picked up a bottle of suntan lotion from the table beside her and began applying it her legs. "I'm sorry if we offended you last night... I um, I thought Gloria had been indicating she was interested..."

"Why?"

"I've seen her looking a few times, and she complemented me on the girls. Like I said, always a sure sign."

"Don't worry, I wasn't offended at all. And yes, I've no doubt that she's interested, interested in you at least. What scared her off was she thought you wanted to swap partners." She'd kept her hands moving up her body, rubbing the lotion between her legs, over her pussy, onto her belly. She wasn't teasing, she was just putting lotion everywhere, but that's not to say it wasn't having an unwanted effect on me. 

She shook her head. "Nope, we don't swap. Been there, done that years ago. It got really nasty. We decided that although we like to play, no intercourse with others and we never play without the other there." She'd rubbed the lotion on her breasts and chest, and despite my trying, my cock had begun to swell. She looked at me from behind her sunglasses and grinned evilly. "Liked that did ya? I shoulda let you do the girls. But here, you can do my backside." With that she rolled over on the lounge. Although I hadn't particularly ogled her tush before, it was just as firm and toned as it looked. Before I was done I had to get up and put my shorts back on.

"What about you? You and Gloria ever played before?" 

I shook my head. "You might say that this is only our second date."

Mary looked startled, "Oh yeah, I remember her telling me that. You brought her to a nude resort on your second date? I'd have never stayed if you did that to me, I'd have made you take me home... well, at least back in those days I probably would have. Now I guess if we were in a position to be dating I might think twice. Funny how your standards change with age. What about before, you were married?" 

"Widowed. Married twenty two wonderful years to the girl of my dreams." I looked at her, knowing she was fishing for information, but she'd already shared with me, I couldn't see any reason not to. "And yes, we played some." I told her how it happened, how it ended mostly because we no longer lived close together, how we'd gotten together a few times, but not since Debs's death. It seemed to satisfy her curiosity.

"So have you guys got any plans for today? Doing anything special?"

"Besides some breakfast? Or is that lunch as late as it's getting? No, we had nothing planned at all this weekend, unless you count spending a lot of time..." I stopped and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I was about to say 'naked', but here that's sort of redundant. I guess I should say 'doing what comes natural when you're naked and alone.' Anyway, why did you ask? You have something in mind?"

"Steve and I ride the tram to the top of San Jacinto every year and have dinner. You ever ridden the tram?"

"Once, years ago. Gloria's never been here before." She filled me in on the details, I told her it sounded like fun and I'd check with Gloria. I got up to head for the room, beginning to feel the sun.

"Jim?" she called gently as I turned away.

"Yes?"

"We, uh, still have that bottle of wine. When we get back this evening, maybe you'd want to join us for a night cap?"

"Uh, gee, I don't know." I frowned pondering it momentarily. "I guess it sounds OK...Will the girls be there?" I broke into a grin when she realized I was pulling her leg. "I'll let Gloria know what you told me, we'll see." It was the most I could promise.

The tram ride up the mountain is over one of the steepest drops in the world. From almost sea level to over 9,000 feet, it climbs a canyon that is passable only by mountain goats. Steep walls rise on either side; impossibly large boulders fill the canyon bottom. From the stark white terrain and blast furnace heat of the bottom, the temperature gradually drops to where the tram tops out in a cool green mountaintop forest.

The tram car was much larger than I remembered. My last trip had been in a ski-resort type of gondola, this monster carried many multiples of that and rotated so no matter where you were, somewhere during the trip you'd get to see all directions. It wasn't particularly crowded, but certainly not empty. Steve commented that it appeared to be an off day as the last time they'd gone to the top the car had been completely full.

At the top we stepped into a different world. Although the mountain air wasn't crisply cool it had to have been nearly 30 degrees less than on the desert floor. A hot summer day that had demanded a cooling swim instead was transformed into a comfortable afternoon. We checked in to find out when the restaurant closed and made sure what time the last tram went down so we'd know our schedule, and then went for a short hike.

Within mere yards of the tram station the desert below disappeared. A high mountain meadow, although dusty, showed large amounts of green from the summer thundershowers of the week before. We walked around the mountain top, stopping several times at different locations to survey the desert spread out below. The desert, which seemed to be made of greens and browns and grays from below, appeared starkly white in contrast with the lush greens of our aerial perch. We saw or heard an occasional person, but for the most part it was as if we were alone. 

We didn't seem to have any specific place to go, but I noticed that Mary seemed to be leading the way. Mary was maybe 100 feet ahead of Gloria and me when Steve, who had wandered off to the one side, called us back. "Over here."

Over here, what? I thought, as it seemed to imply there was someplace special. We followed him over toward the cliff, where he stepped seemingly over the edge. Coming up on him I was able to see that instead of going over the precipice, he had actually stepped down a slight slope that led to the real drop off, and then stepped out onto a rock outcropping that was totally shielded from view by the looming cliff face ahead. An almost table flat rock shelf extended for maybe 50 feet ahead before it dropped off precipitously. 

"Oh yeah, this is it." Mary said as she followed us onto the ledge. "I always miss it."

"You've come here before?"

She laughed. "Oh yeah, I've cum here before." Something about the way she said it, I glanced at Steve who had a sheepish grin.

"This is where we had sex the first time. Steve had it all planned out, he brought me to Palm Springs for a date. We'd dated a few times before so I figured we were going to end up in a hotel room or something as he wouldn't tell me what was going on. Instead we ended up coming up the tram and exploring for a couple of hours. Steve was showing off, he walked right over to the edge and sat down with his legs hanging over the cliff." I stepped to the edge and leaned out to look down, Gloria hanging onto my arm as I did.

"Be careful, Jim."

"I will." The sheer rock face dropped straight for several hundred feet before it disappeared into a jumble of broken boulders and detritus. Thousands of years of freezing and thawing water, winter snows and summer thundershowers had sloughed off huge boulders and tiny slivers, all now lying at the base of the cliff below us.

Steve picked up the story from Mary. "I've always loved heights. Bungee jumping, parachuting, rock climbing. Altitude turns me on."

"That's his thing; I go along on some stuff but not the extreme stuff. I'm more into bedroom sports. He didn't seem to get that, so I had to persuade him a little."

Steve laughed. "Just a little. I'd just said to Mary 'Look at those mountains over there' and she said 'what about these mountains over here?' When I turned around she had taken her top off and was posing with her hands on her hips."

"Sometimes a girl's got to take things into her own hands, ya know?" Their back and forth had Gloria and me both laughing along with them.

"So you ended up with the best of both worlds, is that it?" I questioned, "Bedroom sports on the edge of a nine thousand foot drop off?"

"You've got it." Steve grinned, "And we've properly christened many a mountain top since."

"Although we almost got stuck over night – we lost track of time and almost missed the last tram off the mountain."

"Speaking of which," Steve was looking at his watch, "we better head back if we're going to get dinner before we go down.

I hadn't been watching but the sun was now noticeably well down on the horizon, we were now in long shadows everywhere. The temperature, which had been comfortable before had already begun to drop noticeably. We got back to the restaurant with 15 minutes to spare, and had a surprisingly good meal watching the desert drop into darkness below. We stood in the now chilly air for about 5 minutes waiting for the last tram to take us down.

Gloria shivered, and snuggled into my arm, which I draped around her. I happened to glance down; her nipples were hard against her blouse. I was resting my arm on the railing ahead of me; I slid it sideways just a little and flicked her nipple. 

"Be good," She whispered, turning slightly toward me so the 6 or 8 others waiting for the tram wouldn't see what I'd done.

"I'd like to be," I answered, "they're calling me." 

Mary, who was on the other side, inadvertently bumped my elbow and I glanced over at her. She happened to be looking past me, as my eyes dropped to her chest, something they always did no matter how hard I tried not to, so she caught me checking her out. Glancing down at herself, and her also coldly erect nipples, she grinned and winked. "The girls are such sluts for attention, especially when they're cold."

We loaded onto the tram; apparently the other people all knew each other and moved together to the far end leaving the four of us by ourselves. Gloria stepped up to the window to look out; I snuggled in behind her putting my arms around her. Mary was next to Gloria; Steve also was standing with his arms around her. We'd been talking about nothing in particular, our conversation had ebbed and we were just standing and looking at the spectacular view stretching out below us.

"Well, almost." Steve said. I wasn't sure he'd meant for me to hear as it was sort of whispered to Mary.

"About as close as we've ever had." She answered.

"Almost what?" I asked, having missed out on what they were talking about.

Mary giggled. "Oh, we were just being naughty."

"No, we were just thinking about being naughty." Steve corrected.

"How's that?" I queried.

"Steve keeps telling me if we ever get to ride this tram alone we're going to join the mile high club."

"Mile High Club?" Gloria repeated, now looking over at the two of them. "What's that?"

"It's a self made club of people that have had sex in an airplane." I answered.

"We've figured it'll never happen in an airplane, so we might as well do it here if the opportunity ever presented itself."

"Why won't it ever happen in an airplane?" I responded.

"Well, let's see. How about public indecency, FAA regulations, too many prying eyes and half a dozen different other reasons I can think of," Mary answered.

"Besides, I've yet to be on an airplane that had a small enough crowd to do it." Steve said, "but that's always been my ultimate fantasy."

"It's not that hard." I said with a shrug. 

They both stopped talking and turned to look at me. Gloria spun half way around, looked at me quizzically and said "You've done it?" I just smiled and raised my eyebrows.

"You have done it!" Mary said with awe in her voice, "How?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I'm sure with a smug look on my face, playing the "it's nothing" show card to the hilt. 

"Easy enough. You go down to the airport, climb into your 757, fly off into the wild blue yonder and go have your fun."

All three of them looked at me like I was crazy. A moment passed in pregnant silence before Mary said, "And who the hell has a 757?" I just smiled. Her look of puzzlement turned to one of disbelief before she said, "You have a 757?" 

I looked from Mary to Steve to Gloria before I confirmed, "I have a 757."

"Get out!" 

"Where's your pilot?" Gloria asked, "Don't you have to have a pilot?"

"Not when you're a pilot yourself."

"You're a pilot? You never told me that."

"It just hasn't come up. How did you think I got here?"

"I figured you drove."

"Two to three hours in a car, 30 minutes in an airplane." They all looked around at each other, not quite believing me. Gloria decided to believe me first.

"So that's why you've got a rental car." I nodded. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my wallet and fished out my pilot's license. 

"Well I'll be damned."

"So when do you want to join the mile high club?" I grinned. 

"Well I'll be damned." Steve repeated. "You are a man of surprises."

"How about now?" Mary said, "I'm up for some fun."

"Aren't you always up for some fun?" Gloria responded instantly, surprisingly teasing her.

"Well, yeah, now that you mentioned it." Mary answered with a laugh. "Well?" she continued, turning back to me.




Executive Platinum Ch. 07



"Can't tonight. That bottle of wine did me in for at least 8 hours."

"Tomorrow then?" Steve said.

I shrugged. "I'm in." Mary said, "Gloria?" Then realizing what she was saying turned to me, "I mean, can you, uh... while you're flying?"

"How do you think I joined the mile high club to begin with?"

They all had many questions about my flying, how long I'd been doing it; did I own the plane, why didn't I fly it all the time instead of commercial. I explained that economically it didn't make sense for me to fly to a Dallas or St Louis or Chicago destination as there were multiple commercial airlines that went there, but going to Flagstaff or Cheyenne or Amarillo might, as I could get there quicker, cheaper and on my schedule instead of the airlines'. I didn't answer specific questions about the airplane; I just kept referring to it as my "757," although I'm sure the reality is they didn't know enough to ask the right questions anyway.

As we drove into the parking lot at the hotel Steve said they still had a bottle of wine and asked if we wanted to join them for a nightcap. I'd talked with Gloria earlier, told her about my conversation with Mary and this time there was no doubt about what was meant; this question was intended as a proposition from her to Gloria. It was an unstated proposition to me also, but I didn't muddy the thought process with that. 

"If you're really interested in playing with another woman, this is your chance." I'd told her.

"How far will it go?"

I'd shrugged, noncommittally. "As far as you want it to. She said they liked to watch and be watched, so I'd guess they're up for us fucking while they're fucking. She said Steve calls it 'foursome foreplay' so I'd guess almost anything, except outright screwing. Probably oral and hand play. This is probably your opportunity to have three people sucking your nipples and toes and fingers if that's what you want." I really didn't know either, but having been in a foursome before, I knew almost anything could happen and tried to give her some ideas. "Gloria, this isn't something you have to do, it's something you want to do. If you want to expand your horizons this little bit more, it's your call." I'd dropped it at that.

Now, nearly 12 hours later, it was time for her to make the call. Without hesitation she said "that sounds like fun." I looked over at her as she looked at me. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and her nipples were rock hard. It wasn't the cold this time.

As we stepped out of the air conditioned car we realized just how hot it still was. We'd been in the cool up on the mountain, and the cool air descending through the canyon had made it much nicer at the lower tram terminal, but here in the valley floor it was still well over 100. 

The air hit us like a blast furnace before we even got out of the car. "Oh my god," Mary said, as we were walking in. "I always forget how hot it is. What do you say we take a dip before some wine?" 

"Sounds good to me," I chimed in. "See you at the pool in 5?" We walked off toward our room, while inwardly I was thinking "Deftly done, Mary." It gave us the opportunity to get naked in a more private environment - something about disrobing behind closed doors but still in front of others that is slightly disconcerting.

I went in and took a pee, finished undressing while I was in the bathroom and stepped out to put my clothes away. Gloria was still in her panties and bra, dallying in getting undressed. I understood, she wasn't just going swimming naked here, she was going out for sex in a group. I didn't push, just asked if she needed the bathroom also. She did, which meant that she had to pull her panties down and that was one more piece of clothing gone. While she went into the bathroom, I flipped on the TV while she did her thing, flipping through channels to waste time. When she came out, as I expected she was naked, her nipples telegraphing her arousal. I smiled in encouragement and put my hand out for her. I was sitting on the bed as she walked up. I grabbed her bottom and pulled her in front of me. I had my legs spread; I pulled her between them which put my face at breast level. I put my mouth up and gently sucked a nipple in. 

"Oh god," she said, punctuated by a sharp exhalation of breath. I slid my hand around to her pussy to check her arousal. She didn't need any more foreplay; just the long anticipation of what might be coming was enough. I relinquished my suction on her first nipple, shifting to the other which I tongued for a moment before sucking it also. I felt my cock beginning to swell.

"Do you want to cum before we go out?"

"Oh god." Her hand went to the back of my head, holding me to her breast. "Let's just go." I stood and took her hand before we both lost control. 

We were first at the pool, Mary and Steve arrived just moments behind. They joined us in the pool where we floated and talked about nothing for a while. I could tell it relaxed Gloria a bit to not be just "jumping into it." Finally Steve asked if we were ready for some wine and by mutual agreement we headed for their room. Gloria grabbed my hand as we walked; I could feel her anxiety.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered. Her head bobbed once in confirmation, but her erect nipples had already told me she was eagerly anticipating this. 

They actually had two bottles, a red Merlot on the counter, and a Pinot Grigio on ice. Steve poured glasses all around, when we all had one he lifted his in a toast: "To new friends. It's good to keep the old, but better to make new ones." 

We clinked glasses and took sips, followed by a few minutes of small talk. Mary gravitated to the overstuffed chair where she sat on the arm, while Steve stood beside her. Standing like he was, his cock was at her face level. I hadn't particularly been looking before, but now it was obvious that it was, although not erect, enlarged from what it had been at the pool.

I sat on the edge of the bed directly across from both of them; a few moments later Gloria sat down next to me. The wine gradually disappeared, Mary being the first to indicate she wanted more. She'd had the Pinot, and asked Steve to pour her some more. He left his glass on the counter when he fetched Pinot from the ice bucket as well as the merlot, topped off Gloria's and my glasses before pouring Mary some more. She looked up at him when he did, and he bent down to give her a kiss. Her free hand went behind his neck, holding his face to hers, her other holding the wine glass away so she didn't spill it. It didn't stay behind his head for long before it slid down his body, finding his cock. She held it, gave it a squeeze, then slid her hand to his balls which she also squeezed gently before returning to his rapidly enlarging cock, giving it a couple of strokes. Leaning forward, as he stood back upright, she took his partially erect manhood in her mouth. She immediately pulled back, "Eww, go take a quick shower, Honey, you taste like chlorine."

I'd felt Gloria stiffen slightly next to me as this first overt sexual event occurred. Steve gave a "whatever you say" response, returned the bottle to the ice, and stepped into the bath. Moments later the shower turned on. 

"I, um, I'm not so sure about all this," Gloria said after a pregnant pause, looking more at me than at Mary. 

"All of this what," Mary answered gently, "Playing sexually with others? Watching others playing or having sex? Or is it the thought of playing with another woman?" I put my hand on her leg, stroking it gently.

"I've never done anything like this, any of those things."

"And nobody is asking you to do anything you don't want to now either."

"Your nervousness is understandable," Mary said, sliding off the arm and sitting in the seat. "I had a talk with Jim this morning. I know we sort of scared you off last night, and I'm really sorry about that. The last thing we need is for you to feel pressured to do something, anything, you don't want. We just need to make sure you are - that we all are, comfortable with anything that happens." 

Gloria nodded "I thought I was ok, until I saw you touching him... it was... it was...," She repeated, looking for the right word. 

"Have you ever watched a porn movie and gotten aroused from it and done it yourself while the movie was on?"

She glanced at me. "Yes" she answered sheepishly. "But not with Jim. I did with my husband."

"So playing with others is like watching a porn flick, only we get to watch right back. It's hotter, sexier, just plain more fun. You were right last night; we were asking you to come back and play with us, but only with what you're comfortable with. Steve and I like to play with others, we like to watch others; we like to be watched. We don't mind touching or being touched. We like oral sex, both giving and receiving; we'll do most anything except outright fucking. We only fuck with each other." She took a sip of her wine.

I squeezed Gloria's leg, "I've played before, Debs and I used to have another couple that we were regular playmates with. Like Mary said, watching and playing with others can be fun and exciting, but you have to want to participate – you can't do it just because someone else wants it." 

"We like to do things we can't do with just each other, or things that take more than two people. I don't think we're particularly kinky; we just like to have fun. Jim says you've never been with a woman before, but you're interested?" She waited for a few seconds, Gloria didn't answer so she continued, shaking her head. "That seems so foreign to me. I grew up with four sisters and we slept in the same beds and took care of each other, sexually and otherwise, so it just seems like that's the way it should be." 

I'd heard the shower shut off in the background but hadn't really been paying attention until Steve suddenly appeared out of the bath. "Next." He had a towel in hand, wiping the water off his shoulders, his cock now three quarters erect, and standing up and away from his body. I stood, headed to the shower myself, pausing momentarily at the door as Mary continued talking.

"I like sharing Steve with a beautiful woman, I like it when she gets him turned on and he gets a good stiffy, because I get the benefits." She smiled and turned to Steve. "Isn't that right?" I stepped into the bath and turned on the shower, drowning out what was being said. A little water, a little soap and a quick rub down, I wasn't in the shower more than two minutes.

I stepped out of the bath, finishing drying like Steve had. Gloria looked up at me as I stepped back into the room. I nodded to her; she looked back at Mary and Steve before standing and heading for me and the shower. As she walked by she grabbed my arm, pulling me with her back into the bath, pushing the door which swung partially shut. Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled me down to her, her mouth finding mine, her tongue driving into my mouth. We kissed passionately, the towel dropped to the floor, my hands finding her breasts, finding her diamond hard nipples. Abruptly she pulled away. "I won't fuck him."

"It's ok; didn't you hear them say they don't fuck others? Only play."

"Only play." She stated in a matter of fact way.

Nodding my head I repeated to her, "Only play." 

She looked directly into my face, searching for some kind of deception. Satisfied, she said, "Will she go down on me?"

I couldn't help but smile, almost laughing outright. "Most assuredly, if you give her the chance."

Stepping back into the room, I smiled at Steve and Mary. Steve was sitting on the side of the chair where Mary had been earlier. Mary had Steve's cock in hand, her tongue licking around the head. She looked up, extending a welcoming hand toward me, beckoning me closer. I walked across the short space; as soon as I was in reach she took hold of my cock, pulling me closer with one hand while maintaining a grip on Steve's cock with the other. Leaning toward me and away from Steve she first grinned up at me, then took my still semi-hard cock into her mouth, sucking hard. Her hand slid down to my balls, rolling them in her hand, while the suction of her mouth and her tongue twirling around it were causing me to stiffen rapidly. 

Pulling off she stroked the two of us together. "God, now all I need is two more, one to ride and one to suck while I stroke on two."

"Greedy." I teased, reaching forward for the first time to touch her breast. I rubbed a fingertip on her nipple, but unlike Gloria's, it barely responded to a light touch. Steve reached in from the other side, gripping firmly with his thumb and forefinger. When he released her nipple it was larger than the one I'd been caressing, but still not as large as they had been the night before.

"Is she OK?" Mary asked. 

I nodded. "She won't fuck Steve; she really has a fantasy of you going down on her and is hoping you will, but I think she really wants to go down on you, too."

"Umm," Mary responded. "I like making fantasies come true. I've had it happen a few times in my life." 

Something about the way she said fantasies come true reminded me, so I said. "You know what she really fantasizes about? A woman licking her clit as she orgasms while riding backward, reverse cowgirl, facing outward or whatever."

"Oh yeah," she giggled, "I've done that! I love fucking and being eaten at the same time. You get her into position and I'll supply the fireworks." She looked up at Steve, "Get me my chain and you two can help me put it on."

I was puzzled, but all I could do was groan as she leaned back forward, again sucking my cock into her mouth. 

"We either have to suck her nipples until they're hard before we put the loops on or we need to get some ice," Steve said as he moved toward the night stand next to the bed. "She uses ice when I'm not around, but she really prefers tongues." He opened the drawer, which was apparently mostly empty as moments later he was walking back, unraveling the gold nipple chain from the night before. He stopped beside the bed and told her to come on over. 

Mary lay on the bed face up, Steve and I slid up on either side of her. I watched as Steve went to work sucking her nipple on his side; pulling with his lips, nipping with his teeth, blowing to evaporate his saliva. I followed suit on my side, immediately understanding why she'd demanded that everyone take a shower. Her nipples tasted of pool water, but I didn't let that stop my attentions. Her nipple slowly responded; lengthening, expanding, and growing from just a colored spot on her breast to a reddish pink decoration that demanded even more attention. I slid my free hand down her belly, feeling the fullness of her pussy lips before allowing my finger to slip between them. Her pussy was damp, not yet as wet as I knew she would be soon. I slid my finger forward, finding her clit for the first time. "Not yet," was all she said. I knew exactly what she meant, and moved my hand further up her body, relinquishing her clit for the moment.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my bare bottom; turning my head without relinquishing my position, I could see Gloria standing just behind me. She said nothing, her hand rubbing first one, then the other, ass cheek. A moment later her hand slipped between my legs and across my balls, momentarily gripping and rubbing my now rock hard cock. Steve pulled away from Mary's breast and rolled the small loop at one end of the chain onto her now hardened nipple, moving a slip-catch up to tighten it against the pink flesh. "Here you go," he said, handing the other end to me. I took it without pulling away, running my tongue back and forth over the nipple that I held between my teeth. 

"Bite." Mary said, her hand coming forward to hold the back of my head, "I like it!" I nipped harder, which elicited a moan of approval. Pulling back, I kept her nipple between my teeth, her breast deforming from the pull until she said "Ok, enough." I let her nipple slip from between my teeth, immediately reaching up with the loop to begin putting the other end of the chain on her. She watched as I did, afterward tightening the loop even more until her nipple bulged above the loop, then she did the same for the other side. 

I slid backwards off the bed, extending my hand to help her up. "Your turn; my mouth isn't coming anywhere near you until you go wash the chlorine off."

She took my hand and allowed me to help pull her up. She immediately turned toward the bath, "Spoil Sport." I reached out and swatted her bottom, barely grazing with my hand. She bent and wiggled her ass at me, but as I took a step toward her she squealed and pranced toward the bath. 

I turned back, and realized that in paying attention to Mary I hadn't even realized Gloria had moved away. I now saw she was over at the counter, refilling wine glasses. I walked over to help, she handed me mine and a second, indicating it was Steve's. I walked back over and gave Steve his, noticing that he also had a full hard on. Steve, me, Gloria – and two hard ons; I wondered what Gloria would make of this. I turned, Gloria was settling onto the arm of the chair across the small open area of the room. "Not yet," I thought.

I moved across the room myself, turning and settling into the chair Gloria was sitting on. I reached up, slid my hand across her breast, under her arm, and pulled her down to me. Her arm went out, trying to keep her wine from spilling, but made no effort to stop me from pulling her head to me, greeting my mouth with her own. I pulled her over off the arm of the chair; she twisted, turned completely and straddled my legs without spilling a drop of the wine. She set her glass on the table, reached back and took mine and set it down also. She turned again to face me; her mouth coming back to mine, her hands gripping my head, her tongue again diving into my waiting mouth. 

I ran my hands down her back side, gripping her firm ass, knowing that Steve was sitting just feet from us, watching. I forced my legs slightly apart, thereby opening Gloria's legs, displaying her sex, glistening from arousal before me. I'd slid my hands around to her breasts, and now slid my left hand down, slipping a finger into her pussy. She moaned, leaning forward and putting her head onto my shoulder.

As she did I looked over to see Steve, sitting on the bed, slowly stroking his cock and watching us. He smiled while nearly simultaneously I saw Mary come out of the bath with my peripheral vision. Turning my head towards her, she raised an eyebrow and nodded at us – I shook my head in response, one quick back and forth "no". She turned her mouth down in a forced pout – I grinned in response.

As I'd slid my hands to Gloria's pussy, she'd also slid her hand to my cock. Now she pulled back, her mouth again finding mine, causing me to lose track of Steve and Mary. One of my hands on her breast, the other stroking her pussy; one of her hands stroked my cock while the other was on the back of my head holding my mouth to hers. The heat of our bodies rose exponentially, the juices of her pussy running onto my hand, the blood of my body draining into one expanding appendage as if drawn by her hand. Gloria suddenly pulled back from our embrace, dropped to her knees before me, and in one motion engulfed my cock in her mouth. 

Once again I was able to see Steve and Mary, and they were in somewhat the same position. Steve was sitting on the side of the bed, in profile view to me; Mary was kneeling before him, his erection in hand, making love to his cock with her mouth. Whenever she could her eyes would come to us to see if we were watching. It was hard to entice Gloria away from the wonderful knob job she was administering, but I pulled at her armpits until she looked up and understood that I wanted her to rise. Turning her around, back to me, I pulled her down into my lap.




Executive Platinum Ch. 07



As soon as she'd turned, she also saw Mary sucking on Steve's cock. Her eyes never left them as I pulled her back further into my lap. Her body molded against me, her legs spread over mine, her pussy opened toward them for their eyes to caress if they ever took time to look. Steve did, witnessing my hands as they strummed her overheated body, getting her closer and closer to orgasm. My hands ran from her breasts to her dripping pussy, rubbing juices onto her clit, always mindful that she liked her pussy handled roughly compared to what I was used to. 

Across from us Mary and Steve had moved around to where they were now on the end of the bed, directly across from us. Steve was on his back, his legs facing us and slightly spread, his balls hanging clear to the bed. Mary had mounted him cowgirl; his impaled cock, glistening with her juices, appearing each time her hips rose up. Her lower body was riding Steve in a rocking motion, her upper body virtually unmoving as she leaned on her arms. She presented us with nearly a straight back when she was bottomed out, to just her round ass with Steve's cock nearly totally visible at the top of the stroke. Every third or fourth time she would stop at the bottom grinding her cock filled pussy against Steve's crotch. Steve's hands would come around and grip her ass when she did this, then disappear from our view, presumably playing with her girls, feeding them to his mouth.

I still had my hand buried in Gloria's pussy, my other fondling first one breast and then the other, my mouth kissing her neck, sucking her ears, all the time watching the live porn show before us. I traded hands, moving her lubrication to her nipples, then traded again – keeping them wet and slippery. Her breathing was gradually getting heavier, her occasional writhing and squirming letting me know she was enjoying this. Her own hand began groping for me between her legs, finding my balls; and my cock – which was wedged in the crack of her luscious ass. I whispered "raise your butt", and when she did I released her pussy momentarily and moved my cock from her backside to between her legs. She immediately gripped and stroked me, sliding her fingers over her dripping pussy before she did, wetting her hand and transferring the wetness to my cockhead. 

Across from us, Steve and Mary had increased their fucking speed; one or both of them approaching orgasm. I could hear them talking, but wasn't able to hear what was being said. It didn't matter anyway – I was whispering dirty little nothings in Gloria's ear.

"Oh baby, she knows how to ride a cock, doesn't she? Hmm? Oh yeah, that's so sexy – seeing his big cock filling her cunt. Do you like that? Huh? Can you see... she's about to cum? She's gonna cum with his big cock in her. Are you ready for that? Hmmm? You ready for a big hard cock of your own?" Gloria began pressing my cock toward her pussy, more of her juice getting on it, but either my cock was too long or she was already too far down – she couldn't get it into her pussy. She put her hands on the chair raising up, I reached down and aimed my cock for her sweet spot. She lowered herself down, sinking to the hilt on me just as Mary came.

"God! Fuck! ... Oh Shit." Mary's hips had been flying up and down as she fucked herself to orgasm, then suddenly she'd bottomed out and stayed there, her mouth erupting with the obscenities as she orgasmed. 

Across from them, Gloria and I were moving much more slowly. I'd been keeping her nipples well lubricated and slippery with my fingers. Now with my cock filling her I was able to once again fondle both breasts at the same time. I occasionally reached down, a finger straggling across her clit as I re-wet my fingers. Each time a slight quiver and quick exhalation of breath told me I was keeping her on the exquisite edge of oblivion. With her ass to my belly, both of us facing out, at first she didn't have much leverage. But after a few minutes of limited movement, she rose up off me, brought her legs up onto the chair behind my legs, totally opening herself up to the now watching eyes of Steve and Mary, and squatted back down. I held my cock for her until she was in place, then once again she started moving. I had to rise with her, at the top of each stroke she nearly pulled off me. 

"Oh yeah. That's it sweety. Ride my cock. Make yourself cum." I could tell from her motions that she was on the edge – just a gnat's ass from coming. I'm also pretty sure she had her eyes open, watching, as Mary and Steve separated. Mary slid off the bed, a look of pure lust on her face, and rolled towards us onto her knees; her hands landed on my knees. She looked up into our faces with a smile, and leaned forward into our combined crotches.

Gloria instantly stopped her fucking and spasmed in orgasm. I could feel Mary's face against my cock; her chin bumping my balls, an occasional touch of her tongue. Looking down at her over Gloria's shoulder I watched as Mary sucked and licked her naked kitty, she used her nose to trace around the edge of her pubic heart. Her tongue lashed out against her clit, she sucked her lips, she tried to slide her tongue into her pussy along with my cock. One of Mary's hands came up to grip and caress my balls, causing me to pick up the motion that Gloria had abandoned. 

I didn't get much in and out with her in this position, but that didn't stop Mary from putting her mouth against my cock, her tongue rubbing it and licking Gloria's nectar from it. Gloria was shaking in back to back spasms of orgasm. 

I felt a touch on my arm - I looked over to see Steve motioning for me to move my hand. I did, he leaned in from the side to take Gloria's breast in his mouth. I moved back to her ear and once again sucked Gloria's earlobe into my mouth. The convulsion was instantaneous, her legs coming together to pinch Mary's head between them, her upper body wanting to pull away from me, bending down into a fetal position, stopped by interference from Steve's body and my holding her in place. Mary was looking up at us, a smile on her face, her tongue gently lapping and tickling Gloria's clit causing her to quiver and shake almost continuously. Occasionally she'd lean closer, sucking her clitty into her mouth, each time causing a more intense spasm to rock Gloria. 

I hadn't been paying much attention to Steve, his tonguing of Gloria's nipple just part of the play. I relinquished her earlobe to kiss the back of her neck and as I did, I saw her arm was extended, gripping Steve's cock. Because of the position, Steve bending over to suck her nipple, his cock nearly out of reach, she couldn't stroke him very well but her hand was squeezing it; her thumb running over the head. 

"Do you want to suck him?" I whispered. "Go ahead, you know you want to."

Gloria's head turned sideways, I moved my mouth to the other ear as she looked directly at Steve's cock in her hand, another shiver coursing through her body. She pulled. Steve stepped towards her, her hand slid down between his legs, his cock moving forward until he stopped with it almost touching her lips. Her face was toward him, my face right beside hers. Her hand had his cock horizontal pointing at her mouth, mere inches in front of my face. 

"Go ahead, he wants it." I whispered again. I moved my head out of the way so she could move hers toward him. I watched as her tongue extended toward his swollen cock head, a drop of pre-cum glistening from the slit, the shaft slightly glistening with Mary's juices. Her face turned just a bit more toward me, and suddenly it was as if the world was in slow motion. There was a look on Gloria's face that suddenly transported my mind twenty... thirty... way too many years into the past where once before I'd seen that look on a woman's face.

Breasts. 

Is there another object in the known universe that has achieved so much praise and adulation from humans as the female breast? Is there anything as beautiful? It's the viva in "viva la difference"; it's the form that has caused poets to wax eloquent, Greeks and Romans to sing its praises, Hugh Hefner to make a fortune. Would the Venus de Milo be anything but a piece of rock if she had arms but no breasts, instead of breasts with no arms? 

Is there any man alive that can not remember his first exposure, his first trembling caress?

Maureen had been a neighbor girl that lived just a few doors down the street from me. She was my age, maybe a year younger, maybe a year older – but we didn't run in the same circles. We'd both reached puberty, we'd both begun to notice the "other sex". Stick figures were turning into rounded bodies; t-shirts were beginning to have bras underneath whether needed or not. Maureen was one of the few that needed.

As for me, I was a walking hard on. Walking at school carrying a book in front, sitting at the back of the class praying the teacher wouldn't call on me and ask me to stand up. It was that awkward age when I masturbated before I went to school in the morning and immediately when I got home in the afternoon, and any other time I was alone or could get alone. Anything that could or did have a sexual connotation was a turn on and was used for masturbatory purposes. There was always the illicit Playboy that most of us had somewhere. Every boy knew where his father had some kind of "dirty pictures" stashed, and we all wanted to see them. Naughty magazines and naughty pictures, everyone had them, or knew where to get them, and we all shared.

I never did find out why she came to me. Did I have a reputation? Was it because I was the oldest of the gang of kids I ran around with, was always the biggest, always the first to do anything? Had I shown her some interest? I don't recall being particularly interested in her before that day, she was just another kid on the block. But on that one summer afternoon, the memory of Maureen was indelibly seared in my mind forever. The attraction, the infatuation, lasted only a few weeks - until just a few months later her father was transferred and she was gone forever. 

She was a red head in a family of red heads. Her father, her twin brothers and her – all red heads. The only one that wasn't a red head was her blonde mother. And, although she didn't share her mother's hair color, it was obvious that she was going to be just as well endowed as her mother was. Physically she was as big as me, not unusual at that age, even though I was bigger than most boys my age. Her father was a big man, a deputy sheriff – so the rest of us in the neighborhood had the fear of god – or at least the fear of her father – in us when we were around their house. If anything, Maureen and her brothers were the least rowdy, the least likely to do anything wrong, of any kids on the block, which is what made what happened seem even more unbelievable.

She had more freckles on her face and shoulders than you could shake a stick at and although she wasn't beautiful, she was pleasant to look at. The biggest thing was that she had curves. Her waist dipped in, her bottom dipped out, but in particular she had a bra and needed it. The difference between her and other girls was already perceptible - she had boobs - where other girls had bumps.

I don't recall exactly what she asked me, but surprisingly it wasn't that much of a surprise. I'd noticed Maureen several times in the week or two before; at the screen door to her house as I walked down the street, looking out the car window at me as they drove off, even once in a swimsuit washing their car in their driveway. It was one of those budding attractions; I was becoming interested in her, or at least in her body, and apparently – she was becoming interested in me. But, having no experience with the other sex, having a lot of repressive training on my home front, if she'd waited for me to make a move – we'd probably still be waiting.

I was on the street, playing or walking by, when she said something. I stopped and answered; she came out to the sidewalk, and she just said something like "I've got something I'd like to ask you." I told her to go ahead and ask, and although I hadn't seen any nervousness until then, her tongue nervously slithered between her lips, wetting them. My cock, in one of its rare flaccid states, immediately began to grow in my pants, understanding subconsciously this wasn't to be a normal question, whether my mind had understood that or not. Just watching her lick her lips had turned me on. But then, instead of asking her question, she stepped over the split rail fence to my side, glanced back at her house to see who was watching, and began walking with me toward my house. 

She was actually pretty blunt. She just blurted it out when I asked again what she wanted; "I've heard your thing gets big, and I wanted to know if you'd show me." 

Will I show her? I'd died and gone to heaven. Will I show her? Hell yes I will! Of course I will; but, I couldn't just admit that, could I? Obviously she must have heard something; something that made her assume I would show her what was hidden in my pants. Some one of my masturbation buddies must have spilled the beans, said something to someone else. Or maybe she was observant, attracted to me and she was just that forward. I never found out.

But for me there was risk involved here. I'd already learned that being the biggest and the oldest, when anything happened that shouldn't have – I got the blame. I'd learned from my sisters that anything to do with sex, or being naked, (and sometimes, just being alive and a male) was wrong. They were sure to immediately tell on me, to attempt to get me in trouble, if they ever found out that I was involved with anything they could twist to their own use. Long before, I'd learned to cover my ass in anything that could be a compromising situation. A quid pro quo agreement had to be made.

We negotiated. I confirmed what she wanted was to see me naked, particularly she wanted to see my penis, and she wanted to see it erect. She wanted to know whether it pointed up or just out. She wanted to see how big it got. She'd seen her younger brothers naked and knew what a little boy's penis looked like, what she wanted was to see a man's cock and particularly to see it hard. I stipulated that I'd get naked and let her look at me, but only under the condition that if I got naked, she had to also. I knew I was safe – she'd never go along.

"Okay."

There was "the fort." The place between my house and the neighbor's house; a five foot fence on two sides, a windowless wall on the third, and a large oleander that we had to push through to get into "the fort." A virtual room, 10 feet on a side, where unless we were loud, no one could hear, and unless someone climbed the wall – no one could see. We'd played here for years as kids, now it gave a place for us to go. We looked both ways, no one in sight - and moments later we were in the fort. 

The shirt and shorts from both of us was easy; however we were both a little more nervous when it got to the underwear. My cock, which had been hard since this little escapade had begun, could not have been well concealed by my tight white underwear, but technically we were still covered. I looked at her, and almost chickened out, but she had two pieces of clothing on to my one. I still knew she wasn't going to go through with this. I suspected that if I dropped my underwear, she'd grab her clothes and run off - and the next thing I'd know I'd be in deep trouble, deeper trouble than I'd ever been in.

"Bra too," I said. "We'll take our underwear off together."

Without a word, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and without trying to hide any further removed it and dropped it onto her other clothes. She hooked her underwear and waited while I hooked mine and together we dropped our drawers, standing naked in front of each other. 

I hadn't taken my eyes off her young breasts, the fact that she was looking at my rigid cock hadn't registered, the fact that she'd dropped her panties and was now fully naked hadn't registered. The only thing I knew was that I was looking at the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen. Of course, they were also the only real live breasts I'd ever seen, but that didn't even enter my mind. 

It was several moments later before she asked me if it was really hard to the touch. I reached down, showed her it didn't bend, it didn't compress, it was in fact, quite hard, when it dawned on me that she didn't want me to tell her it was hard, she wanted to experience that it was hard.

"Would you like to touch it?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Can I, umm, touch your..." I couldn't say "breasts"; I just pointed at her chest. 

"Yes," was all she said. I took a step forward, released the grip I had on my cock, moved my hands and arms out of the way, so there was nothing to keep her from touching me. That's when I saw the look, the one that now, so many years later, I saw on Gloria's face. I don't know if it was a look of lust or a look of adoration, whether it was a look of curiosity or a look of satisfaction – or maybe, all of the above. I couldn't fathom. 

She tentatively reached out and touched my cock, pushing it down, watching it bob back up. At first she pushed just against the head with her fingers, then again against the shaft, but I told her to go ahead and put her hand around it which she did. I'd watched momentarily, but my desires were elsewhere, my eyes had come back to her breasts.

They were well formed, rounded against her chest, but narrowed in a cone shape to the ends where they were puffy around the areolas. Her nipples weren't protruding, at least they weren't until I touched them, which I did just moments later. 

Just like with her, my first touch was more of a poke than a fondle. The flesh next to her chest was firm, the puffy ends were firm not the soft that I expected, and when her nipple unexpectedly began to expand to my touch, my cock, if at all possible began to get harder. 

"Don't poke" she said. I didn't have to be told twice. I put my hands on her breasts, both nipples, now rock hard, burning holes in the palms of my hands. She was just holding my cock, but that was enough, I was about to blow a gasket anyway. When she asked if I "You know, jerk it or whatever?" I nodded and stepped back. About to explode, I HAD to come. I turned a little, stepped back, and never taking my eyes from her tits, grabbed my cock and jerked off. Almost instantly I came, cum spewing high onto the 5 foot wall which was several feet from me. Two, three, maybe four hard spasms before it just throbbed. In typical teen fashion – I remained hard. 

And of course, one of the few times that a man can actually think clearly is the thirty seconds after he's come. It instantly dawned on me that Maureen would have liked to have jerked me off, but having seen me jerk and spew was apparently good enough. I noticed her face was a little flushed. 

"Wow. Does it always, you know, spit so hard?" 

I confirmed it did. She reached down, took the small dribble of cum from the end of my cock and sniffed it. She wiped her finger on the wall. I reached up once again to feel her breasts, which she allowed. She gave me a few moments, I complemented her on how nice her boobs were, which was acknowledged by a "thank you." Then she stepped back, said she needed to go, and reached down for her underwear. Just like that, the moment was over and we were once again kids who knew they were being naughty. We got dressed and as we left the fort, I asked if she'd like to do it again sometime. I think she answered a "maybe", but somehow it never happened. 

Later, I realized that I didn't know if she was a "natural" redhead even though I knew she was. I mean, after all, every teenage boy knows you can tell a girl's true hair color from her pubes. But I can't say as I ever looked. And as for that sweet bottom - although I'd admired it in a bathing suit a few times – I'd never looked at it naked when I'd had the chance. A few short weeks later when they were getting into the car for the last time she waved, said something to her family, and then ran up the street to presumably say goodbye. Surprisingly she didn't want to say goodbye – she wanted to say thank you, and said she wished we'd been able to do it again - and maybe take a little longer that next time. Then she said goodbye, turned and ran back to their car. I never saw her again.




Executive Platinum Ch. 07



That memory of my early experience with Maureen had flitted through my brain in the time it took for Gloria's tongue to extend and remove the pearl of pre-cum from the tip of Steve's cock. The enigmatic smile that had triggered my memory gone, her tongue licked her lips leaving them glistening with moisture. Rather than opening, her lips remained closed as they met his cock, a smile turning up the ends of her mouth. The silky softness of her lips met the satiny skin of his swollen glans in a perfect match.

As if in slow motion Steve's cock parted her lips, the curves designed by nature to facilitate penetration into a narrow orifice forcing her lips apart. The convex curve of her upper lip slid up and over the rounded front of his penis until it matched the concave curve at the upper edge, then slid up and over the edge of his helmet until she had just his cock head in her mouth. 

My other hand had slid back up to cup her second breast. Her nipples, still damp from Steve's sucking, were hard pebbles protruding into the palms of my hands, a sharp contrast from the softness of her surrounding melons. As his cock head slowly reappeared, she let out a moan of pleasure.

It's funny how clarity appears at the strangest of times, like a lightning flash on a dark and stormy night suddenly illuminating an unlighted room. 

That little moan wasn't from the pleasure being delivered to Gloria between her legs by Mary. Nor was it from the pleasure being dealt to the pebbles being held in the palms of my hand like those of Maureen so long ago. Like that flash in a darkened room I realized it was because of the cock she had in her mouth, and the pleasure that she was delivering to it, but primarily from the pleasure she was getting from it in return. 

I've been an aficionado of oral pleasure since Jennie taught me how to pleasure her during that summer of my growing up. [To the reader: hopefully you are familiar with the history of Jim and his lover Jennie, however if not, it is told in the story "Déjà vu."] I've loved the feel of a throbbing clit on my tongue, tasting the nectar of a woman, feeling her legs clinch around my head, her hands grabbing my head and pulling it closer while trying to push it away at the same time. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to feel the uncontrolled spasms of orgasm on my lover, and knowing I've taken her there with my tongue. I've never had a problem with women loving women; after all – a woman going down on another woman was just a woman doing exactly what I would be doing. Women are so soft and warm in all the right places; a woman loving another woman somehow seems so right. A woman loving on a woman is an erotic vision. 

On the other hand, the vision of a woman going down on a man has always, in my mind, been about the receiving. When I saw or felt or imagined my cock being loved on by that woman, I never realized that the woman actually got pleasure from having me there. But in that instant of clarity; the moan, the look of lust in her eyes, the wanton desire visible on her face, all came together in sharp focus to tell me she was not doing this because Steve wanted it. She was doing this because she wanted it. As that lightning flash illuminated my mind, I realized that just as I received pleasure have a clit throbbing on my tongue, she received pleasure having a cock throbbing in her mouth. For the first time I could see the erotic beauty of a cock head sliding into a woman's mouth from the woman's side of the equation.

At about that instant that Gloria began sucking on Steve in earnest - mere inches from my face - Mary's mouth and hands began paying more attention to my cock, which was still buried to the hilt in Gloria. Her tongue slithered over the exposed base of my cock to my balls, which she sucked into her mouth. Her fingers began insinuating themselves around my cock. 

At first I thought she wanted me to continue fucking Gloria while she sucked my balls. I began pivoting my hips to get some sliding motion, but with Gloria now concentrating on the erection in her mouth instead of the one in her pussy she wasn't helping. I relinquished my fondling of her tits, sliding my hands to her waist and bottom where I could hold her and lift her to increase my movements in her. As I slid out of Gloria's love tunnel Mary's hand gripped my cock and I realized that she wanted me out of Gloria totally. With a little sideways pulling from Mary my cock bent and slid out so my erection was now protruding from between Gloria's legs as well as my own.

Looking over Gloria's shoulder my eyes met Mary's, a gleam in her eye telling me she was having fun. My balls slipped from her mouth as she began licking up from the base of my cock to the now exposed shaft and head. Her lips slid over the top, her cheeks showed the suction as she sucked while her tongue caressed and slithered around my cock head inside her mouth. The feeling was pure ecstasy, but it didn't last for long.

She pulled back off of me, my glans coming free from her mouth. Rising higher on her knees I watched her raise her hands to her breasts, a thumb and forefinger coming to rest on each nipple. She leaned forward to swing the hanging nipple chain up and over my cock, then, leaning even further, slipped it between her boobs. Her hands pushed them together, wrapping around my cock, and slowly she began to move up and down, fucking my cock with her tits. 

She moved up and down, sometimes barely exposing my cock out of the top of the crevasse between her breasts, other times dropping further until her tongue lashed out against my head or she slid it completely into her mouth for a quick suck. 

Then she'd do it again, jerking my cock off between her breasts. The entire time her hands were holding her breasts together she was rolling her nipples with her fingers. Sometimes she rolled her nipples slowly in circles, other times rapidly back and forth. 

Gloria in the meantime was taking her time on Steve. If I didn't want to look around to the left to watch Mary working on me, I could look around her to the right to watch her expertly playing Steve's skin flute. Watching her lips caress his cock head from just inches away was truly a thing of erotic beauty. But watching my own cock enveloped in Mary's gorgeous girls, feeling her tongue and lips working me towards orgasm soon had my almost undivided attention. I began to lose track of what else was happening in my lap until a moan from Gloria reminded me. I moved my head back so I could see around Gloria's head and hair and found Steve was once again fondling her tit, but more importantly he was fucking her mouth. Her head was mostly still, her lips wrapped over his cock, he was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.

Mary had me rapidly approaching orgasm, which she seemed to realize, as she was spending more and more time sucking and licking. I began raising my hips involuntarily, she recognized that as the indication that I was getting ready to cum.

"Do you want to cum on my tits?" She asked, pulling back momentarily, then her tongue lashed out to stroke my cock once again. "Or my mouth?"

I moaned, but managed to grunt out a "Suck me." She released her breasts, taking my cock in her hand for better control and again sucked me into her mouth. She expertly worked me right to the edge; I began to grip the edge of the chair, when she stopped and squeezed hard around the base of my cock, preventing me from coming. 

"Oh, almost," She said. She just held me momentarily in that vice like grip as the two or three spasms died down. She looked up at Steve.

"Are you ready?"

"Uh... almost."

"You be good boys and cum together," she said with an evil little grin on her face. With that she went back to work on my cock with a passion, obviously planning on taking me to the edge just as she had before, and beyond. It didn't take long, just moments later I heard Steve groan, his body motion coming to a halt as he blew into Gloria's mouth. Seconds later I erupted into Mary's mouth, her hand milking my cock as she kept her mouth wrapped tightly around me. Her eyes were locked on mine, but I wasn't really seeing her. When my focus began to come back, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, kissed it and smiled up at me.

"Will that keep you boys for a while?" 

"God, Yes." I answered, realizing as I did that my fingers still had a death grip on the arm of the chair. I relaxed, and moved my head to the other side to see Steve, cock in hand, wiping his cock head back and forth against Gloria's pursed lips. Cum was splattered on her face and chin and breasts. As I watched, he milked one last dollop of cum from his cock which fell to her breasts. 

"That will last for a while." Steve also answered.

Mary stood up, grabbed a towel from the bed and handed it to Gloria who began wiping herself, and then turned and headed for the bath. Moments later she returned, carrying a hand full of stuff. "You boys are done for a while, now it's Gloria's and my turn." She held out her hand to Gloria who reached out in return, then slid out of my lap and stood up.

Mary pulled her to the bed, then turned her around and pushed her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Girl," she said, "you've got five o'clock shadow and if I'm going to eat that sweet pussy again we're going to clean you up first." I realized that she had shaving cream and the razor I'd seen in the bath earlier, as well as a wet hand towel. 

She had Gloria lay back, raising her legs and bottom into the air until she could position one of the bath towels on the bed beneath her, then she cupped Gloria's sex with her hand, feeling for bristly pubes. She first wiped Gloria with the wet towel, then taking the cream, she spread the lather first in her hand and then onto Gloria's mound. Taking the razor, she proceeded to shave everything that Gloria's daughter had shaved just a few days before. She had Gloria help, telling her to hold her skin in place, spreading her lips tightly so there was no loose skin to nick. Mary's fingers wandered Gloria's kitty; mostly feeling for bristles, but occasionally dipping a finger into her honey pot or lightly strumming her clit which was erect and exposed by Gloria holding her own lips out of the way.

She started by carefully trimming around the heart and then moved down, using her fingers to check how good a job she was doing. Apparently satisfied, she took the wet hand towel and again washed, this time to remove the soap. She wiped the soap off her own hands and reached down once more, this time her finger sliding between Gloria's lips, dipping inside her, finding her wet with her own nectar, turning her hand palm up, dipping deep, pushing against her insides.

The entire time, Gloria had said nothing. She'd taken Mary's hand; let herself be led to the bed. She'd said nothing as Mary had spread her legs, just allowed her to shave her, allowed her to touch her. But although she had said nothing, the once-again hard nipples and the semi-glazed look in her eyes told me she was on the verge of orgasm. Whether Mary realized it or not, she did an instant later when she dropped her mouth to Gloria's sex, spread her lips and sucked her clit. Gloria instantly spasmed, her legs coming together around Mary's head, her hands gripping the bed. 

Mary and Gloria explored and pleasured each other for quite some time. Steve had pulled the other room chair over and sat down where we watched together. Steve whispered about what Mary was doing and what he thought they were going to do and said they'd invite us back in, after they'd gotten their fill of each other, for a "double suck and fuck". When I asked him what the hell that was, he said they'd get into a 69 with each other across the corner of the bed so that Steve and I could fuck them as they ate each other, a "double suck, double fuck." 

"It's a great way to end the evening."

It happened virtually as Steve indicated he thought it would. At first it was Mary pleasuring Gloria, licking, sucking fondling. She seemed to understand what Gloria wanted with just minor instruction. She picked up early on that she liked her pussy played with roughly. She understood that her nipples were erotic masterpieces. But she also knew how to treat her clit, how to keep her rolling from one orgasm to another. 

Before long Gloria began to play with Mary also. Her hands explored her body, fondling her breasts, pulling on her nipple chain and tweaking her nipples, later sucking and biting on them. Mary finally took Gloria's hand and led it to her pussy, where she gave her instructions on pleasuring a woman. We watched as her fingers penetrated a pussy for the first time, we watched as Mary showed her what she liked and then as Gloria masturbated her. Mary and Gloria were occasionally talking, things we couldn't hear. Apparently either Mary asked if she would go down on her, or Gloria said she was ready to, as they separated for a moment. Mary moved further up onto the bed, pulled the pillows around and put them where she positioned her bottom on them, effectively raising her pelvis up giving better access. Moments later Gloria climbed between her legs and we watched as she went down on a woman for the first time. 

Mary liked a lot more clitoral stimulation than Gloria did. She let Gloria play and get used to her pussy and its reaction, but when Mary reached down and separated her lips, exposing her clit to her mouth, Gloria knew exactly what to do. By the time that Mary turned quite some time later and they got into a 69, Mary and Gloria had both had multiple orgasms and Steve and I were both once again rock hard. 

When the girls finally got into a 69, they started pretty much across the bed. Mary soon had them twisted and positioned where Steve and I each had access. Moving up behind our partners with Mary on top, Steve would be doing her doggie style. With Gloria on her back, we would be doing it more of a standing missionary position. I slid in behind Gloria and almost instantly Mary's hand came out to guide me to her dripping and waiting cunt. But first Mary's mouth came up; she sucked my cock for just an instant, and then pointed me directly at Gloria's waiting love tunnel.

I slid into place, trying not to bang Mary's head as I began to slowly fuck Gloria. Mary knew how to keep her head out of the way, turning slightly so she could lick her naked pussy as I did my thing. Truthfully it wasn't the best of multiple positions, but it did the trick of getting us all off at virtually the same time. Shortly after, our lust temporarily sated, Gloria and I headed to our room and a bed that we barely touched before falling asleep.



Executive Platinum Ch. 08



Thanks again to Gary13, his suggestions and editing making for a better story once again. 

*

I awoke the following morning to the realization that it was much later than normal. Although the curtains were closed, the sun penetrating around the edges told me it was well past the time when I normally wake up. I hadn't awakened at dawn so I hadn't gotten up for my normal run -- but on the other hand I hadn't gone to bed until shortly before dawn either. All very unusual for me.

Another unusual event was that I had a morning erection. Maybe not an unusual event for an 18 or 28 year old -- but it has been quite some time since I even saw 38. The body still responds, just not quite in the rampant way it used to.

The cause of the erection was easy to identify however; the soft, cool hand that was gently massaging and stroking me.

I barely moved; maybe I took a deep breath, maybe she felt me stiffen a bit, but she knew I was awake.

"I like it when he's soft and I make him hard," Gloria whispered in my ear. She was lying on her side, her upper hand playing with me.

"You're an insatiable slut," I answered.

"You should be here when I wake up in the morning more often." Gloria pulled me from my side onto my back where she changed her fondling into a slow hand job.

"Why is that," I responded, "so you can fuck me to death?"

"Just who was it that called and asked someone to spend a weekend in sin with them?"

"Moi? I didn't do that. I just asked if you could get away. I never said a thing about sin, or sex, or fucking me until I died." I'd put my hand onto her thigh, sliding my arm under hers when I rolled over, gradually running it over her body and belly. I felt the soft fur of her shaved pubic heart, running a finger around the edge, feeling the perfect smoothness of her newly shaved flesh. When I started my hand lower, her legs spread, welcoming my caress. She was already wet.

"But you implied it. Why else would you bring me to a nude resort?"

"To work on your all over tan, of course." I pulled a wetted finger onto her clit, lightly touching it, swirling a finger around the little nub.

"Umm." Her legs spread just a little wider.

"She knew just how to touch me."

"Mary?" She didn't answer.

"Just like that, not too hard."

I understood exactly what she meant, I continued my play of her clit, barely touching her; at the same time her stroking of my cock became a little firmer.

"She was so gentle. I've never liked a lot of attention on my clit. My ex would always just attack me and make me numb; I got where I just did other things. But she knew exactly what I needed." I dipped my finger into her honey pot again, increasing the lubricant on my finger.

"Ummm. God, that's so nice. So nice."

"Were you good to her?"

"I think so," she answered, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

"Did you like going down on her?"

"Oh..." I wasn't sure if her exclamation was from the memory of the night before or from what I was doing. Maybe a little bit of both. She was beginning to squirm to my touch. "Just a little harder... Yeah, like that." She exhaled then slowly took in a deep breath. "Umm."

"Was it all you expected?" I asked, implying I was still asking the same question.

"I don't think she gets... as wet as I do. I... Oh god. Ummm" Her hips had started rising to force herself against my hand; I just kept pulling my hand further away, keeping my touch barely there. "I need it harder," she exhaled. I didn't give it to her, keeping my touch a tease, making her want more but not giving it to her. Raising my arm to keep her from forcing her clit into my touch caused me to push against her arm, which made it difficult for her to stroke me. Her hand stilled -- just holding my hardness.

"Well? Was it what you expected?"

"Her lips were so soft. And when I touched her clit, it was this little tiny thing and it kept getting bigger... Oh." I had rubbed my finger across the tip of her clit and she'd twitched in response.

"Did she taste as good as you do?"

"Different. I like sucking me off your cock better, but it was good." Her hand had slipped from my cock; it now gripped my leg. "It was exciting."

"So what was the best?" Her legs ground together against my hand, but not getting the desired result as I withdrew my finger. She let out a little crying moan.

"Oh, don't tease."

She eased up on her legs; I slipped my finger down, wetting it again in her honey and drawing it up around her clit. "What was the best? What did you like most?

"Uhm, when she came... her clit... kept getting bigger, and when she came... it throbbed. I felt it on my tongue, it throbbed and it felt so good."

It was my turn to moan. "Umm. That's the best. I love it when I have your clit on my tongue and it throbs. I love making you cum."

"I need to cum." I'd never heard her so close to begging.

Her own clit was swollen; I could tell her lips were also, from their full, meaty feel. My teasing had her on edge, the blood flowing to her nether regions, her organs swelling to the touch and anticipation of what was yet to come.

I didn't keep her waiting any longer, I dipped my finger into her pussy one more time, but this time drew it up onto her clit and rubbed directly against it for the first time. Her hips rose, pushing herself against me. I was going to shift up and go down on her but I missed my chance. She came.

Her lower body shook and I didn't pursue rubbing her clit after she started coming. Her left hand came over and gripped mine, moving it so my finger continued dancing around and across her clit, forcing my hand where she wanted it, gradually slowing down until she stopped moving my hand, leaving my finger resting on her clit. I just held it there.

"That was really nice. I wish I could wake up this way every morning."

"Nah. If you did this every morning you'd get bored with me and the next time I call you for a weekend in sin you'd just say "What, again?"

"Umm." She purred like a cat, stretched and rolled onto her side facing me again; her head resting on my shoulder, my arm around her. She reached across left handed to my erection and began stroking me again. "Again, and again, and again." She said nothing more for a few moments as she slowly stroked me, watching my cock and her hand intently as she did.

"Did you like titty fucking her?"

"It was nice," I admitted.

"I watched."

"Uh, huh. I figured you might have. I watched as you sucked Steve's cock."

"Really?" A hint of surprise behind the question.

"Yeah, really. Why?" Questioning my honesty during pillow talk somehow didn't seem like her.

She didn't say anything for a moment. "I wanted you to watch... I was feeling so slutty; I wanted you to see me suck him..."

"I did. I saw you slip him into your mouth, like it was slow motion; the way your lips slid over the head, and then when it came out it was all shiny from your mouth...oohh." It was my turn to moan, her stroking was bringing me to a peak, but she never stopped, never sped up, just kept her slow rhythmical stroking. "I think... I think it was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen."

"Good." It was almost a whisper. Neither of us said anything for a while as she continued to stroke me. Nothing fancy, nothing outrageous, just an old fashioned hand job for her lover. I found myself repeating her motions of minutes before, trying to raise myself into her grasp, to increase the speed of her stroking, but she obstinately resisted, just maintaining that maddeningly slow pace.

"Do you want to come in my mouth?"

'Uhn, no..." I gasped, barely able to grunt it out.

"I'll let you. I didn't let him."

I gripped the bed with my right hand, my left hand unconsciously gripping her side. I wanted to finish myself, to cum, but no matter how I raised my hips, how I tried she kept that tantalizing slow pace.

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby? Hmmm?" The pounding in my ears was deafening, my visibility constricted to a narrow tunnel as all the blood in my body flowed to her hand. I didn't have to do my cross legged trick; she just kept at me slow enough that I got there naturally. Finally I erupted, but still she didn't stop her stroking. "That's it baby. Cum for me... Ummm... Cum for me."

Her stroking continued for several moments even after my cock had quit twitching. When she did stop, she continued to hold me, her thumb rubbing the last dribbles of cum over the top of my now ultra sensitive cock head, eliciting a groan from me. I wanted to reach down and grab her hand, but managed to stop.

"Too much." She stopped, just holding my rapidly softening prick.

"I think women have an advantage over men," she said quietly, almost sounding like she was talking to herself. "We don't have to wait so long to be ready to do it again." She leaned down, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth, causing my hips to try and bury themselves in the bed, trying to pull away from her mouth and tongue.

"Too much, Honey. Just wait." My hand found the top of her head; she reluctantly pulled away.

"He's a lot more fun when he's big and hard."

I didn't say anything, she just lay next to me, her hand continuing to hold and squeeze my now soft and rubbery dick. "I can't believe how small he gets." With her constant handling, I hadn't gotten really small, but I wasn't going to confess that.

We lay there for several minutes; I'd nearly fallen asleep.

"I wonder," she began, pausing before explaining what she wondered. "If Mary went down on me, and then I went down on her, and then she did me again -- could we do it all day, again and again? Or would we get worn out and have to stop?"

I didn't answer, it wasn't really a question. She quit playing with my cock, sliding up more, resting her head on my shoulder. She took her fingers and began playing in the puddle of semen on my belly; I wrapped my arm around her back.

"If you could get hard right and stay hard forever, I'll bet I could come again and again and again and just keep coming all day long. Ummm. That would be fun."

"I think I've created a monster. An insatiable monster," I whispered, just watching her fingerpainting my lower belly.

"Maybe I could get you to fuck me, and then Mary could tongue me while you rest, and then have Steve do me while Mary sucks you hard again and then you can fuck me again, and so on? How many orgasms in a row could I have?"

"I think you should just clone me, like that sheep? Then you could have me every day of the week and I'd never get worn out."

"Hey, now that's an idea. Didn't they have a song about you?"

"Huh?" I didn't follow that at all.

"You know: '76 Big Jims in the Big Parade, A hundred and ten orgasms to be had...'" She said this singing to the theme tune of The Music Man, which I recognized immediately although I hadn't heard it in years. We both laughed.

"Probably easier to just line up a bunch of studs and we'll let them fuck you one after another." She didn't say anything for a moment, then rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and arms.

"I'm ready. Get 'em and let's go. I'm ready."

"You're always ready, you insatiable slut." She giggled, rolled back over and cuddled up to me again.

"I wonder if anyone has ever really done something like that."

"What's that? A gangbang?"

"Is that what it's called?"

"Yes. Of course it's happened. If you can imagine it, I imagine it's happened."

"Really?" I'd already answered, I said nothing.

"Would you have fucked Mary if she'd wanted?" Oops, I thought, tricky question here. I couldn't detect the meaning behind the question, I wondered if jealousy was going to show up. I thought for a moment.

"Would you have minded if I did?"

Several moments passed. "I don't know."

"How about you, would you fuck Steve?" Again several silent moments passed before she answered.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that," and then after a slight pause, "Certainly not without a condom."

Interesting answer, I thought. She'd been afraid of sharing her body with another man before last night -- but now was admitting that just maybe that was possible too.

"Did you like playing with them?"

"Um hm." Still a touch of mixed feelings in that answer.

"What did you like?"

"Mary. When she went down on me. I knew I wanted that."

"How about Steve. Did you like sucking him?"

"Some. I think he wanted to cum in my mouth, but I didn't want him to. I liked sucking him, but couldn't do that. How about you?" Each question and answer came further apart as we were both falling back asleep.

"Yeah, it was fun. I like watching others. I liked watching you and Mary. I liked watching you have a good time. It turns me on."

"Me too." Her answer was barely audible.

~

I awoke again, not too much later. The pile of semen on my belly was crusty; Gloria's loving hand once again holding my now limp cock, her naked body draped against mine, one leg on top of mine. Her steady breathing told me she was sound asleep. I think I woke her when I turned and looked over at the clock. Almost ten.

It doesn't take long to get ready to go out when you don't put on any clothes. We both showered, and in half an hour we were ready -- stark naked and for the moment, sated.

~

"What, no golf today?" I asked as we came up on Steve and Mary, finding them both out by the pool.

"Nah, I passed on it this time. SOMEBODY made me stay up almost all night."

"And besides SOMEBODY promised a plane ride this morning," Mary chimed in.

"Oh shit." I glanced at my watch. "I completely forgot. Let's get going before it gets any later."

"Are we in a hurry?" Gloria asked, sounding somewhat alarmed. I immediately regretted my reaction; it's never a good thing to alarm your passengers before they've even gotten into the plane.

"It's just that it's cooler and smoother in the morning. Afternoons can get really bumpy; flying is just nicer in the morning."

"Well then -- we're ready if you are! Let's go get a bite to eat and hit the..." Steve stopped in mid sentence and looked puzzled. "Huh. I was going to say 'hit the road', but I guess that doesn't fit. What do you say, hit the airport? Hit the skies?"

"Good enough," I answered. "Are you really hungry right now? We could fly somewhere and have a late breakfast or lunch.

"Really? We can do that?" I confirmed that we could, and we discussed the possibilities. When I suggested we could go cruise along the mountains and even head south towards San Diego, Gloria suggested we could show them the house. When I told them we could do that and I'd make lunch, they were all for it.

~

I checked in at the counter, they called the line boy to come get us with the line cart. There was a small parking fee, but when I told them we'd be back they left my bill open. The driver showed up just minutes later with a 6 passenger golf cart to take us down to the plane. We could have walked the hundred yards faster, but it was part of the impression of opulent luxury to be "driven" to "my" plane.

"I don't see any 757's out here." The line boy apparently heard her, I caught his sideways glance at me, but he didn't say anything. Gloria's tone indicated that she thought I'd swindled them, but there was still that touch of nagging doubt. When I'd headed away from the commercial side as we pulled up to the airport, I'd just told them that private airplanes were on the other side. Now, as we passed three lines of small single and twin engine planes, they were all beginning to wonder.

"Here you go sir." He'd pulled up behind the wing of my Turbo Retractable Cessna 182, with the large numbers "N 757 JB" painted on the side.

"THIS is a 757? I thought 757's were big, like airliners..." Mary was interrupted by Steve's laughter, he'd finally put it all together.

With a hand wave toward the plane I said, "Ladies, my 757 even has my initials on it. You, uh, you didn't think I had a Boeing 757 did you? I mean they take a couple of pilots and so much fuel you'd go bankrupt just trying to fill one up..." I explained that aircraft registration numbers were often assigned in blocks to companies and that both 757xx and 747xx had been early 1980's Cessna registration numbers. It made for good jokes, but no matter what the call sign, the plane was still just a four seater.

They eventually forgave me my little "lie."

I don't know why I thought this might just be a fun time in the sky, I should have known better. Although the thought was that our new friends were interested in joining the mile high club, the magic of aviation soon stole the show -- at least in the beginning.

I did my preflight inspection, with three onlookers trailing along watching what I was doing. I explained that I was looking for anything that had changed or was no longer safe since I'd last flown, confirmed how much fuel was on board, and then got everyone inside. The inevitable questions about what the second control wheel was for and the acknowledgement that whoever was sitting there could actually "steer" and my question of whether they'd like to try or not got some wide eyed smiles and acknowledgements. Mary was a little uncomfortable, and when Gloria volunteered to let Steve ride shotgun he didn't hesitate. Rear passengers were in first, then Steve and I got up front. I showed them the intercom and headsets and did the safety briefing, going through the same ritual as an airline flight attendant would.

I've always felt that passengers were much more comfortable if they had a clue what is going on, so I tried to explain everything I was doing and told them why. I explained what the communications with the ground controllers meant, who I was talking to at different times and why. When we heard "Seven Juliet Bravo, Cleared for take off, maintain runway heading below one three hundred, inbound 737 will be crossing ahead of you," I had Steve follow through with me on the controls until we lifted off.

"Just keep it like this" I said as I pulled my hands off the controls (carefully keeping them fairly close), "It's your airplane, you've got the controls."

Like most novices he wanted to over control, but I only had to grab the wheel once as he rapidly settled down and did a creditable job. Moments later a 737 passed across our path about a mile ahead. Shortly after we were told to change the radio to departure control and we headed almost straight north toward Big Bear. We skirted the edge of the mountain, climbing through 11 thousand feet before cresting the ridge and immediately began the short descent to the airfield on the other side. Ahead lay another, slightly lower, ridge of mountains before the terrain dropped once again to the naked white Mojave desert beyond. Big Bear valley with its namesake Lake spread out before us, a cool alpine retreat mere miles from downtown Los Angeles. I had Steve follow my directions until we were on final, where I once again took over and landed the plane. I figured maybe everyone would be ready for lunch, but it turned out they were more interested in flying more.

Mary swapped seats with Steve and we headed back south. A forested mountain, Mt. San Gorgonio, prevented us from heading directly from the airport toward our destination. Its naked granite top was another several thousand feet above us, a crevasse glistening white with the remainder of last years left over snow on its northern face. Taking off to the west, we detoured a few miles across Big Bear Lake, the mountain valley behind dropping away rapidly once we crossed the dam. Ahead the Los Angeles basin, crisscrossed with freeways and checker boarded with cities, stretched out to the Pacific Ocean over 50 miles away. The ocean glistened in the distance, a featureless silver mirror in the afternoon sun. Once we crossed the dam, in just a few seconds' time we transitioned from a thousand feet above the lake to nearly eight thousand feet above the valley ahead.




Executive Platinum Ch. 08



I checked in with air traffic control once we were over the valley and headed us downhill toward Temecula and French Valley airport. Just half an hour away, when we stopped again, this time everyone decided eating sounded good. Eating lunch at the airport restaurant got me off the hook for fixing something at my house.

~

When we got ready to go, Gloria said she was OK with just sight seeing, Steve eagerly ended up in the co-pilot's seat once again. The visibility around Southern California was phenomenal, the weather even better. We couldn't have asked for a better day for sight seeing. Heading first toward the coast, we turned south and cruised along the beach. We passed directly over San Diego airport and the bay, the city laid out in all its splendor to the left, Coronado, Point Loma and the naval base to the right. I turned inland just before the Mexican border, heading for my home airport, Gillespie Field. We flew directly over my house which I pointed out, and when I suggested we could stop for a swim even if we didn't need to eat any longer, they were all for it.

~

Steve and Mary were as enthralled with the view from my house as Gloria had been the first time. We were on the deck overlooking the valley, where I was pointing out different landmarks to them, when we heard a splash. Looking around I realized that Gloria wasn't with us, but turning the corner we found her resting her arms on the edge of the pool, a pile of clothes on the bench on the far side.

"You guys coming swimming or just going to 'ooh' and 'aah' all afternoon?" It didn't take any persuading, after all, the beautiful weather and visibility came with a price -- temperature. Moments later we were naked and with her in the pool.

"Your house definitely has one big advantage over the Terra Cotta," Steve commented after we'd been floating and talking for a while.

"What's that?" Gloria answered naively. He was just a foot or two behind her when she answered, it was nothing for him to step forward, put his arms around her and cup her breasts, which he did. She flinched and made to grab his hands, but ended up holding them in place.

"We can play naughty and don't have to hide inside." He answered, sliding his hands underneath her breasts, lifting them out of the water where both nipples were visible. A finger on each hand flicked back and forth, her nipples rapidly enlarging. Gloria glanced at me; I just smiled.

"It's about time we got this party started" Mary chimed in, moving through the water towards me. "You promised me the mile high club, but sex in the pool can be fun too."

"If you don't wear us out, you can get them both." I laughed. She slid into my arms, her hand reaching down to stroke my cock. Her face turned up, and we kissed. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, my hand also sliding between us, searching for her sex. With the water, there was only a hint of the additional lubrication of her own juices as my finger rubbed between her lips, but I felt her little nub enlarging to my caress anyway. I fondled her breasts with my other hand, and it wasn't long before I felt her quiver in a first orgasm. One just seemed to make her want more.

Mary began pushing me toward shallower water. I moved with her efforts, until I reached the steps. She told me to stand on the first one, and when I did, my cock was right in front of her.

"God I love to suck cock." She had to bend a little; I was just a bit too low. Her mouth was wonderful, but after a couple of moments she had me move over and sit on the edge of the pool, gradually moving toward deeper water until she could stand right in front and suck me off. She worked me for a couple of minutes, I could do nothing but just lean back on my hands and watch and feel her work her magic.

"Do I do it different than Gloria?" she said, pulling off and stroking me momentarily with her hand, a sly grin on her face. "Could you tell it was me or Gloria from just my technique?"

I tried to beg off, telling her I didn't want to make comparisons, but she persisted. When I admitted I didn't know, she said we'd just have to find out. "Steve, bring her over here." I looked over -- Gloria was floating on her back, arms over her head, one of Steve's hands supporting her. His mouth was on her breast, his other hand between her legs. He looked over, never relinquishing his mouthing of her breast.

"Bring her over. Jim says he doesn't know if he could tell if it's me or Gloria sucking his cock from just our techniques, so it's time for a contest."

Steve and Gloria came over to the edge where we were, but in the meantime Mary asked what I had that we could use for a blindfold. I told her I didn't have a blindfold, but I said I could tear up an old t-shirt or something. She sent me in to get it, and when I came back Steve was sitting nearly where I had been, Gloria and Mary both playing with his erection. Mary had me sit back where I was previously; it was the perfect height for them standing in the pool. She helped me put on the blindfold, checking for complete blocking of my vision before sliding back into the pool.

"Ok, here's the rules. No talking. One of us will go first, then we'll change up. Don't say who you think is who, just think of us as one and two. After you've had a chance we'll let Steve decide also, then we'll see whether you agree or not. Ready?"

"Ready" I acknowledged.

"Ok, here's number one." I heard them moving around in the pool. Gloria had initially been to my right, but their movements almost had me instantly unaware of who was where. They stopped moving, and in a few moments, I felt a mouth engulf my cock. Whoever it was slid forward, no hands touching me anywhere. I'd thought that maybe I could get a sense of who it was with her hands, knowing that I could tell Gloria's hands from Mary's when I was holding them, but that didn't happen.

Whichever girl it was, she expertly seduced my cock, tonguing it, nibbling on the soft spot and sucking the extra skin, sliding down and sucking my balls, then a petite hand gripped my cock, holding it straight out where she slowly went deeper and deeper until she'd deep throated me, then pulled back off to savor my cock head for a few moments. I tried to recognize the feel, tell the different size of her hand, to no avail. She finally relinquished her oral and digital grasp of my cock and pulled away. Another sound of movement, then Gloria said "Well? What do you think? Any idea who that was?"

I admitted I had no idea. "Good." She giggled. "Sit still."

Once again I heard them moving, not knowing whether they were changing places, just moving backwards and forwards, or all of those things. The motion stopped, and seconds later another hand grasped me, directing my cock down where a tongue swirled around the head, then worked down the underneath side and back up.

Her mouth worked with her tongue, her teeth came into play, running over the rim to hold it in place while her tongue worked from the inside. She moved me into first one cheek then the other, and hit just about every high note my old flute could play. This time I felt myself rising to the occasion - the first blow job had been superb, but although the second never deep throated me, she was definitely working me to an orgasm. She must have felt my rising need, she took me to the edge, and then backed off, leaving me wanting, almost begging, for that 30 seconds more that would have finished me off.

Again, they did the move about in the water routine before Mary this time said "Well? Could you tell who that was?" Her voice came from my right, where Gloria had been the last time I could see. I again admitted I couldn't, and she told me to take the mask off. The girls both had big grins on their faces, but they did nothing to give it away.

I handed the mask to Steve, who said, "Oh darn -- I hate contests, don't you?" His grin told me he was being facetious. I said nothing, just watched, and when Mary had ascertained the mask was in place, they did their circling and bumping in the water routine. They ended up back where they'd started, but I knew from experience, Steve had no idea who was who.

Mary actually went first, immediately starting differently than either had started with me. Her hand went between his legs, grabbing his balls, encircling the sack with her fingers. She leaned in and sucked his entire ball sack into her mouth, her other hand rubbing the head of his cock in her palm. He must have had a bit of pre-cum for lubricant, he groaned as she did this.

While I was watching her suck her husband, Gloria turned and quietly slid into my arms. I looked down and kissed her, her legs wrapping around me, raising her hips, her hand fumbling between us with my cock. She slowly lowered herself onto me, trying not to make any splashing sounds. The water was washing away our lubrication, but once she had herself seated on me, she began to finger herself. I refrained from moving, just let her pleasure herself, knowing that almost any second it would be her turn. Mary worked her magic on Steve for several minutes before turning back and with a smile, she touched Gloria's arm. I helped Gloria dismount, Mary making noise in the water as we did so to help mask any hint of what we were or had been doing, then they did their water dance once again. Mary slid up next to me as Gloria slid in between Steve's legs and began to pleasure his cock with her mouth.

Mary turned toward me, wrapping her legs around me, pulling her crotch against my cock. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she leaned back with her upper body to force her pussy against me. She moved slowly so as not to stir the water in a way that might give indication of what we were doing. She pivoted her hips up and down, her pussy and clit rubbing against my cock. I could feel the little hardness of her clit, particularly as she quit her up and down movement and began moving left to right, my cock flipping back and forth as she went over center. She went back to moving up and down, her eyes closed, each time rising just a little more. My cock came closer to slipping into her each time, until I knew that one more rise and I'd either slip into her or between her legs.

I glanced over her shoulder; Gloria had almost all of Steve's cock buried in her mouth. I immediately wondered if she was the one that had deep throated me, something she hadn't done previously. At that instant, Mary raised just that last tiny bit, my cock slid forward into the mouth of her pussy, but she stopped there, the head of my cock almost sliding inside her, her pussy lips enveloping just the head. She held herself up in this position, her eyes now open looking directly into mine, questioning if I wanted to accept the offer, waiting for my go ahead to slide her pussy down with my cock inside to fuck her, or to pull off. I contemplated it momentarily, feeling the heat of her pussy beckoning me, but remembering Gloria's and my decision to go bareback simply because we'd not been with anyone else. I reached down with my hand and pulled my cock out of her and pressed it against her clit. Holding it with my hand, her crotch no longer forced hard against me, she resumed her movements, her clit rubbing directly on my glans. Moments later, she came. Twitching shudders, her lower lip bit between her teeth, her movements stopping and starting -- an involuntary twitch through her body each time she rubbed her clit over my cock.

I watched and as Gloria began to move away from Steve I pushed gently against Mary, indicating it was time. She dropped her legs, slithering away from me, and turned to Gloria and Steve. They moved silently this time, sliding sideways until Mary was the one directly in front of Steve. "Well? Any idea who was first?"

He shook his head "no" then stopped. "Actually I think you were second and Gloria was first.

"Why's that?"

"I think I recognized your tricks, particularly when you deep throated me."

"Ok, take off the mask." He did.

"And you?" Mary and Gloria both joined Steve in looking at me.

"Either of you can suck my cock anytime you want."

"Nice answer, but Wrong."

She drew out "wrong" so that it sounded like a three syllable word. Number 1 or Number 2?" I remembered Gloria deep throating Steve... and guessed.

Mary looked slightly surprised, "Really?" She nodded. "Then you both guessed right."

She shrugged, then instantly broke out into a grin. "But you know what the best part of a cock sucking contest is?" she said, grinning at Gloria.

"No..."

"The pussy eating contest immediately after." She turned and extended a hand to Steve who let her pull him into the water. "Me first."

She climbed out of the water, slipped on the mask and positioned her crotch at the edge of the pool. "The difference with a pussy eating contest is that you don't stop until she's cum." Steve informed us, then indicating that we should stir the pot like the girls had.

"So what's the purpose of a pussy eating contest?" I asked, just for fun.

"That's easy," Gloria answered with a laugh, "to find out who has the most talented tongue!"

One by one we each ate Mary to an orgasm, Gloria going second. Mary later admitted each time it was all she could do to not reach down and grab the head between her legs.

~

When it was Gloria's turn she climbed into her spot on the pool edge, and one by one we all went down on her also. When it was my time, I tried to remember everything I'd learned about her, what she liked, what turned her on. She'd liked it rough when we'd first met; liked it better when I was paying more attention to her pussy lips and working fingers hard inside her. But recently after her torrid little affair with Mary she'd admitted that a little less rough wasn't so bad. I was in a quandary, not knowing how to do what I normally do so well. I tried to concentrate on what I thought she'd like, but even as I was going down on her I knew I was losing the contest. Sure enough, Gloria picked Mary as the best, Steve second; Mary picked Steve first, Gloria second. I've always prided myself as an expert clit licker, but in a contest of only three -- I'd come in last, twice, and a rookie had beaten me the one time

Gloria slid off the edge, into the water, and soon slipped into my arms. She looked questioningly, checking to see if my feelings had been hurt. "Are you upset?" she questioned. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Mary climbed onto Steve, her arms around his neck, although not seen -- his cock presumably filling her. I wondered if he knew how close we'd come to fucking, or whether Gloria did.

"Why should I be upset?"

"It's just that... well; I don't really think he's a better lover than you."

"Oh I'm not worried. I was a bit off, trying to think about what new things you've shown you like rather than just doing you the way I knew you liked. Next time, I promise I'll be better." I kissed her, her hand reaching down to fondle my still very hard cock.

"You haven't cum yet, have you?" She asked, with the sudden realization that so far I'd just been almost a bystander. A well fondled and used bystander, but not much more than a prop for their pleasure.

In the background, Steve had moved into shallower water, Mary now obviously impaled on his cock, her legs and arms wrapped around him. Stepping up just slightly on the stairs, he set her bottom on the pool edge. Her legs unwrapped as she spread herself, and Steve began long slow thrusts into her, pulling out until his cock head was barely in her, just as mine had been, then inexorably slipping in until his crotch was buried against hers. Gloria began walking toward them, pulling me along by my cock.

She stopped next to Steve and Mary and leaned forward, her hands on the coping of the pool. Stepping up one more step, her feet moving back away from the edge, she presented her bottom to me and I realized she was asking me to fuck her in a standing doggie. I slipped a hand between her legs, stroking and fingering her pussy until she was wet with her own juices, then slid up behind, placing my cock head barely inside her -- just as it had been within Mary minutes before. This time I slid in, then grabbed her hips to control our motions.

I felt her lean to one side, and realized she was reaching between Steve and Mary, playing with them as they were fucking. I watched her grip his cock when he was out, then gradually releasing him as he slid into Mary. Her hand followed, her finger gently stroking against Mary's clit. Her hand came back to her mouth; I watched as Gloria licked Mary's and Steve's combined juices from her fingers.

Mary must have been paying attention, I heard her tell Steve to change places with her. She slid back out of the way and Steve turned and lifted himself out of the pool, now sitting almost where Mary had been. Mary reached down and pulled Gloria's arm out of the way so Steve could slide sideways until he was directly in front of her, sitting on the edge of the pool. All Gloria had to do now was lean forward and she could suck Steve's cock while I was boning her from behind. She didn't respond to him being in front of her at first, not until Steve leaned back on his elbows which caused his cock to point straight up at her. Taking the hint, she leaned forward, his upright cock sliding into her mouth which she began to bob up and down on his cock, sucking him while I was fucking her. I'd been holding onto her hips, but released them momentarily to rub my hands over her bottom and then re-gripped her to hold her in place as I slowly pistoned in and out from behind

In the meantime, Mary moved around to Gloria's other side, the shallower side. She sat on the pool edge where she reached in to fondle Gloria's breasts, occasionally leaning way forward, reaching toward her nether regions where I had my cock busy sliding in and out of her. I felt Gloria moan almost as much as heard it, the little gasps of pleasure getting more and more guttural.

Mary slid down onto the first step of the pool, her hand reached around to stroke Gloria's bottom, her other slipped up front to caress her breasts and then traveled down to her pussy where I felt it momentarily against my cock as her fingers searched out Gloria's pleasure button.

Her hand moved further down between Gloria's legs, passing completely between until she found my balls. She fondled them for a few strokes, her other hand coming between us to again run across Gloria's bottom. She moved closer to me on the step, leaning forward. She smiled up at me, and then turned her mouth to Gloria's ass, planting kisses on it, gradually working closer to where my cock was appearing and disappearing between her legs. She looked up at me again with lust in her eyes, her hand sliding down to grip my cock on an outstroke, keeping me from again penetrating Gloria's love box. She let go of my balls, and as I pulled out of Gloria completely, Mary pulled my cock sideways towards her and into her waiting mouth where she hungrily sucked Gloria's juices from me. As soon as I pulled out, Gloria moaned in protest, but seconds later, cleaned of her juices by Mary's expert tongue, Mary guided my cock back to Gloria's waiting pussy.

Two, three, I forget how many times this scenario repeated, Mary pulling my cock out of Gloria's love tunnel to hungrily suck me clean, then guiding me back into Gloria. Each time, just a little closer to ecstasy, it wasn't long before I groaned, plunging my hardness into an equally groaning Gloria. Involuntarily I was trying to hold my cock buried in Gloria, but Mary was having none of that. Pushing me backward, my cum and pussy juice covered cock slid out, where Mary's hand guided me between her awaiting lips. She cleaned me once more, her hand milking my cock into her mouth, the sensation so strong on my sensitive glans that my legs almost buckled. When I fell back, she turned her head to Gloria where she immediately began sucking her pussy from behind.




Executive Platinum Ch. 08



I collapsed in the pool, but recognizing that Gloria was still not done cumming began to move back to where Mary had been, to assist in pleasuring her. I could hear her moaning, her legs contracting with each moan. Gloria's hand was wrapped around Steve's cock, uncoordinatedly jerking it, trying to get him to cum, his glans out of sight in her mouth. Each moan, each twitch of her legs came sooner than the one before. I tried to slide into place, but before I could, her entire body convulsed and a short stream of clear liquid expelled from her pussy, squirting into the pool. Almost simultaneously Steve grunted and I looked back to see Gloria had pulled her mouth away from Steve's cock which volcanoed out three blasts of cum onto her face. Once again she'd sucked him off but had refused to let him cum in her mouth. Steve fell back off his elbows and just lay flat on the pool deck, a glazed expression on his face.

~

It didn't really cross my mind that we'd done everything except what had been on the agenda for the day when we headed back to the plane. Spent from an afternoon of sex, more sex was probably the last thing I would have thought of . Planning the short flight, getting a refill on fuel, making sure everything was ready to go, it didn't even cross my mind why Steve and Mary this time climbed into the back seat.

We were the only plane in the run up area and were cleared for takeoff almost immediately. We lifted off; I trimmed the plane and began a climb out. I said something to Steve and Mary but received no response. I glanced back to find both Steve and Mary with their head sets and shirts off and getting ready to join the mile high club. Steve had slid partly down in the seat, his legs crossed over to the other side in the small back seat. Mary was practically on top of him, attacking his mouth, her hands holding his face. Steve's hands were on her breasts which from my view were silhouetted, hanging naturally but firmly from her body, his fingers twiddling her nipples.

I laughed. "I think they're insatiable, they aren't even going to wait for a mile high."

"Huh?" Gloria responded. I pointed my thumb over my shoulder. She turned and laughed with me. "Well, they did say they wanted to join that club."

No matter how I wanted to satisfy my voyeur desires, I was busy flying and watching for other aircraft. Fortunately it was almost dark, visibility of other aircraft actually increases -- lights are easier to see. A glance back every now and again was all the attention I could spare, but it allowed me to confirm they did indeed join the mile high club.

Making love in the back of a Volkswagen would probably have been easier than making love in the back of a Cessna. There was no way they were lying down. It would seem there was no room for legs, or arms, or moving at all, but they managed. A glance, she was sucking Steve hard. A glance later, he was getting her pants off. A shifting of weight, he was trying to lay her down but the legs were in the way. Another shift, she was trying to climb on top facing him. Finally they managed to consummate their act, reverse cowgirl.

When we landed at Palm Springs they barely got their clothes arranged before we'd finished taxiing in to our parking spot. Steve and Mary were laughing at the experience.

"You didn't really do it in an airplane, did you?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I really did it in this airplane." I laughingly answered.

"How is what I want to know." Mary laughed in return. "You must have been a contortionist!"

"Well, there were only the two of us, but I'll admit, a three axis autopilot was a must. That and we had a much longer flight. The workload is a lot lower once we get up to cruising altitude. There's just not enough time on a flight like this."

It had rapidly cooled off in San Diego as the sun set, but here in the desert it was still hours before the heat would dissipate. Floating and talking in the pool, followed by a bottle of wine helped end the day. There wasn't a hint by any of us about any more group play -- we had all reached our limit.

~

"Do you have to go running this morning?" Gloria's sleepy voice stopped me on my way back from a morning pee. It wasn't quite dawn, the coolest part of the day.

"I never have to go running."

She patted the bed beside her. "Stay? Please?"

I climbed back in beside her, snuggling up to her back side. I slid my hand onto her tummy. "Umm. I've gotta pee, too." She said, sliding her legs over the side of the bed and sitting up. "Be right back."

I heard her pee and brush her teeth before she came back, sliding into bed, cuddling her bare bottom up to my crotch. I moved my arm over her side, just holding her. "Make love to me?" she whispered.

I understood. Don't fuck me, make love to me.

I slowly caressed her body, pushing her onto her stomach, touching her everywhere, gently arousing her. I moved her hair up off her neck, exposing the curve to my lips. I kissed her neck, down to her shoulders, onto the small of her back. I moved my lips to her bare bottom, running my hands across its smoothness. Fine hair, barely visible in the morning light, accentuated the change of the concave curve of her lower back to the convex curve of her butt. My lips continued down her leg, her thigh, the back of her knee - until I reached her ankle where I changed legs, kissing my way back up her body. When I reached her neck, I pulled her toward me, rolling her onto her back.

She reached for me; I took her hands in mine. "Shh. Just let me?" She relaxed; I laid her arms back beside her.

I leaned over her, kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, before reaching her lips. I teased her lips with my tongue, her tongue coming out to meet mine. Sucking it into my mouth, I kept her arms pinned by her side, under my hands. Relinquishing her tongue, I continued my kisses down the front of her body.

I kissed and sucked her nipples just momentarily, enjoying their already erect hardness between my lips, eliciting a moan of pleasure as I did. Continuing down her body I kissed under the curve of her breasts, her flat tummy, tonguing her belly button which drew a giggle in response. So far I'd kept her from touching me, but now as I approached upside down and took my hands to spread her willing legs, her hand found my already turgid cock.

"Only if you want." I said, "If you'll just relax, I'll do you." My mouth was nearly on her pussy now, kissing her heart, my nose smelling her feminine musk.

"I want," she answered, her tongue reaching out, touching the tip of my cock, followed by her lips enveloping me.

"Ok, but don't make me cum." I moved my mouth lower, finding her already wet pleasure zone. My tongue penetrated her, feeling the warm softness of her lips, the wet heat of her pussy; at first bypassing then coming back out, tantalizing and tickling her clit which elicited more moans in response. I played her body with my tongue, strumming her strings, feeling her body resonating more with each passing second. Her slow gobbling of my cock had been doing the same to me; finally I had to stop her.

"No more, not yet."

"Oww." She moaned in protest, but her mouth relinquished its suction on my cock, her hand just holding my hardness next to her face.

I knew she was close, but kept my slow pace. Her lower body was beginning to writhe, her hips trying to rise to meet my mouth and tongue. I kept up the slow pleasuring, totally forgetting that previously she'd liked it a little rough. Apparently the long slow pleasuring was exactly what she needed. I felt her body tensing, her clit expanding in response to my tongue teasing, my tongue concentrating on it more and more until suddenly she moaned and convulsed in orgasm. This time, rather than backing off, I slipped my lips in closer, sucking her clit into my mouth, my tongue now teasing it even as I sucked. Tremors and twitches shook her body as her hand rested on my back -- begging me to stop, afraid that I might. Even as tremors of orgasm flitted through her body, I continued to feel her building to an even higher level.

"Please! Oh god. Stop... Stop... Too much."

I didn't stop. She begged again, her voice begging me to stop, her body begging me to continue. Her hand on my back began to dig in, her fingernails trying to grasp where there was nothing but my back. Her hips rose against my mouth, and suddenly jerked, spasming hard as a gush of liquid covered my face. I eased off my mouthing of her nether regions, letting her ease down from her high just momentarily. Before she'd eased too much, I rolled over, slipping between her legs where I easily slid into her without help.

Her warmth and wetness enveloped my cock. I'd recovered somewhat from her nearly complete blowjob, and began moving inside -- working her towards an orgasm from the inside this time. Her legs wrapped around mine, working with me, forcing me into her on the down stroke, easing up as I backed out. I felt the intensity building in my cock.

"I...I can feel... feel you getting bigger.... Oh, so good, so good."

I was almost there, twisted a bit to hold off and wait for her. "I'm almost there."

"Me too....Me ... Oh GOD, I'm cumming." Her hips rose hard, I pounded hard, pulled back, pounded again and began spurting my hot cum deep into her, our first mutual orgasm.

It seemed like noon when I awoke again, but in reality it was only 8. I woke her gently.

"Time to get up?"

"Afraid so." She didn't say anything more for a few moments.

"That was nice."

"Um hmm"

"I've never cum at the same time before. That was nice," she repeated.

"Some never experience it."

"How'd you do that?"

"I had a teacher that taught me to listen to your body as well as my own."

"She did a good job."

"Yes she did."

"Do you suppose when she was teaching you that she was thinking about me?"

"I'm pretty sure of it."

"Really? Why?"

"She said so. She once said that someday some woman would be thankful for her."

~

A quick shower together where we only washed each other - there was no need for another round, we were both totally sated. A quick pack, a stop to say goodbye to Steve and Mary at their room, followed by a short trip to the airport.

I dropped her off with a kiss and a hug at the curb. There was no sense in going in -- they wouldn't let me through security anyway. Over to the General Aviation side where I paid my bill, checked the plane, taxied out and took off. I was back in San Diego about the time her plane took off.



Executive Platinum Ch. 09



The phone woke me instantly; I just didn't know where I was. Since my years as a Marine, I've always had the ability to come awake and assess the situation around me rapidly. When I'm sound asleep, like I was this time, it takes a little longer for the comprehension of where I am, and how I got there, to catch up.

"Hello?" I already knew it was Gloria, thanks to caller ID. I'm sure my voice sounded sleepy.

"Were you asleep?" I glanced at my watch.

"Yeah." I answered groggily. "What's up?"

"In bed early?"

I glanced at my watch again. Had I read it wrong? "It's 2 am," I answered simply.

"Two? Where are you?"

"About 4 hours south of Buenos Aires."

"Oh my god Jimmy, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot."

"'Sokay. I'm awake now." I was silent for a moment. "What's up, babe?"

"Not much. I was just thinking of you."

"Hmm. Lonely?" I queried.

"Oh, I was just lying here, dreaming about you."

"Uh huh. Anything good?"

"Just dreaming about what it would be like if you came wandering through my bedroom door and joined me."

"Umm." My mind was beginning to catch up. "Horny are we?"

"How'd you know?"

"When aren't you horny?"

"I wasn't that way before I met you!"

"Yes you were. You just didn't know it."

"Maybe."

"No 'maybe' about it." I knew I was right, I'd heard it in her voice.

"Where are you? In bed?"

"Yeah."

"Umm, that would be fun if I could join you. Whatcha wearing?"

"Nothing." It came across somewhat sheepishly.

"What're you embarrassed about?" I asked. "I'm naked too."

"I wish you were here naked with me or I was naked there with you."

"Me too"

And what would we do if we were together?"

"Fuck each other's brains out." No pulling punches with that answer.

I was wide awake now, my slow motion brain finally catching up with the one driven by adrenaline. I reached down to scratch myself. Finding more than just the beginnings of an erection, I left my hand in place, enjoying the pleasurable sensation. 

"My, my. We really are horny aren't we?" I chuckled.

She didn't answer immediately. "You forget, I don't get it as often as you do. You get to go home to Janet; I have to wait for whenever we can get together for a weekend somewhere."

"I'm sorry, Babe. I won't even be back in the States until the end of next week."

"Can you stop and see me?"

I thought about my flight schedules, probably wouldn't be able to stop by even then. "I don't know, babe. I'm not thinking it looks real good that way with my schedule."

"Can't you change it? I need a Jimmy fix."

"I don't know, Hon. It's kind of hard to say - but you never know, something might come up." I didn't think so, but stranger things have happened. "You need a Jimmy fix, huh? Haven't you got some toys you can use instead of me?"

"I've already played with them. I want you."

I laughed out loud; I'd never heard her quite like this. "My goodness, what turned you on so much?" She didn't answer - which told me more than if she had just answered with anything.

"Ahh, so there was something, wasn't there?" The phone was still silent.

"Come on, what was it? You know you want to tell me. Something on TV?"

"No." Just as I thought, she would answer if I guessed correctly. She'd probably eventually tell me anyway, but she wasn't going to give it up now unless I asked the right question.

"Something at work?"

She didn't answer immediately, which after the previously rapid "no" again told me I'd guessed correctly.

"OK, so it was work. Tell me about it. Male?"

"Yes."

I gave her a few silent moments, and then urged her on. "Want to tell me about it?"

"You've corrupted me, you know."

"Why, what did I do now?" How is it that when she does something, I'm the one who corrupted her?

"You've just got me thinking about being naked and having sex with you all the time."

"So what does that have to do with today?"

"Everything. You've changed the way I think, the things I do."

She didn't immediately continue, so I probed. "And the point is?"

She started slowly, almost sheepishly, "I've always been pretty conservative in what I wear at work. I mean, I still am, at least, most of the time. But you started making me feel sexy, and Melissa keeps telling me I need to quit dressing like a grandma..." Her voice faded out.

"And?"

"I mean it wasn't like I was dressing like a floozy or anything, nothing different than what I've seen others wear hundreds of times. It was just a white blouse and a skirt."

This conversation was going nowhere fast. "Are you going to tell me what happened or are we playing twenty questions?"

She giggled. "It's kind of embarrassing."

"Ok, so just start at the beginning and tell me what happened?"

She sighed. "It was this morning; I was getting ready to go to work. I have this new blouse that I got when Melissa and I went shopping. I never would have picked it out by myself. It's got this little bit of a scoop neck, it shows a bit more cleavage than I normally would show at work, but it's pretty and I decided to wear it. I went to look at myself in the mirror and realized with this blouse I could tell I had my old granny bra on. You know Melissa made me get almost all new undies?" She didn't wait for a reply. "Anyway, I have these silky and lacy bras we bought, I know you're going to like them, and decided to try one on instead. I hadn't worn them to work yet, but I changed my bra and put the shirt back on, and although it doesn't cover me quite like the granny ones, I thought it wasn't out of line for business dress and decided to wear it."

"Umm, new bras that I'm going to like, huh?" She giggled in response.

"You'll like them on and I'll like you taking them off."

"No way." I laughed back, "When you're with me we stay naked all weekend."

"Ooh, now that sounds enticing. Are you offering?"

"Always. Now quit stalling and tell me what happened."

There was a pause, then she continued. "My new bra is lacy, when my blouse is pulled tight against it, you can see the lacy pattern. It's not revealing or anything, just a pretty pattern, you know? I wasn't looking to show off or draw attention to myself or anything, it just felt good and made me feel good, you know?"

I wasn't certain, but suspected that maybe the protests were driven by maybe just a tinge of guilt. "It made you feel good; meaning, it made you feel sexy?" She ignored my question.

"So there's this computer tech guy, just a young kid really, kinda nerdy. I mean, I've never enticed him or led him on or anything, I mean really he's just a kid. Maybe 27 or 28 or so."

"And that's a kid?"

"God yes, he's got to be 10 years younger than I am."

"I guess I could say the same about you and me?" She again chose to ignore my jab.

"I've seen him looking at me a few times. You know, just one of those "he was looking at me" things. I don't see him that often, but I've sorta known he must have a crush on me. But it's the office, ya know? I've never encouraged him or anything, but he always seems to come by and say hi when he does...." This time I didn't say anything, just waited.

"They've got this new software we all got, and everyone's been having trouble getting it installed. Something about some configuration setting. Anyway, Ron -- that's his name, did I say that earlier?' Ron came by to help me. He was standing there, right beside my desk telling me what to do. I looked over at the instruction sheet which was right by him, and... well, I realized that he was... he was aroused. I mean he didn't have a total hard on or anything, I just realized he had a pretty good bulge in his pants. I didn't want him to know I'd noticed, I didn't want to embarrass him -- or me, so at first I just ignored it. I figured he'd be pretty embarrassed if he knew that I'd seen. But then when I looked back again, he had obviously gotten harder, I could see where his cock was sliding down his pants leg. And just like that -- I realized why." She stopped, so I had to push her to go on.

"Well? Come on girl, quit teasing me."

"I wasn't thinking about where exactly he was standing, but when I saw his cock had gotten harder, I realized he was slightly behind me where he was looking over my shoulder. I was leaning slightly forward, my hands on the keyboard. I suddenly realized my blouse was hanging open, what I thought was just a little. I wanted to check myself without his knowing, so I just looked down without moving my head. When I glanced down at myself I could tell that he was looking right down my blouse and I'm pretty sure he was seeing everything!"

"Everything?"

"Absolutely. I mean, if I could see my nipple -- he could too."

"Ohh, I'd like to see your nipple."

"You have, you dirty boy."

I laughed. "So, what did you do?"

"Oh my god, I was suddenly embarrassed. I was worried about him knowing I'd seen he had a hard on, and suddenly realized it was because he was looking right down my blouse. I had this flash of heat all over my face. I'm sure if he'd been in front of me he'd have seen it, but he wasn't. I almost grabbed my shirt to pull it closed, but realized he was probably watching and he'd know I knew, and I didn't want him to know, and... and I didn't do anything. I just pretended I didn't know, but I really did and then I realized it wasn't just my face, I realized I'd practically creamed my undies! I knew it was naughty, but I just let him look!  Oh my god, I was sitting there, knowing he was looking and I was getting so horny..." She paused momentarily, "It was only a couple of minutes more and we had everything working. I thanked him for the help and the poor guy could barely walk away."

"When he left I couldn't just sit there, I went into the bathroom to compose myself. I guess that was probably a bad move. You know, with my old granny bras, if my nipples got hard they didn't really show, but with the lacy bra they totally showed through my blouse. I mean, not that you could see them or anything, I mean it wasn't see-through, just that anyone who saw me knew my nipples were hard. I realized that I was walking through an entire office of mostly males and that I might as well not have had a bra on at all. I probably would have been better off actually. I didn't have a clue before then but the new bras don't hold me quite as tight, they let my boobs move a little, and with my nipples hard the lace just kept rubbing them while I was walking, and I was getting more turned on and my nipples were getting harder... By the time I got to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror I was so turned on I went into the stall and made myself cum."

"God, that's hot, Gloria."

"All I could think about was getting naked with you and fucking your brains out. I really had made a mess of my undies. They were so wet I had to take them off and put them in my purse and went back to my office without."

"You masturbated in the bathroom at work, and then went back to your desk without undies? Umm. That would have been fun hiding under your desk!"

"You bastard!" She giggled and continued, "That's exactly what I was thinking. By the time I got back to my desk I was just as bad off as when I left. I kept thinking about what it would be like to sit there and be completely naughty. I imagined what you could do to me if you were under my desk." Her voice took on a teasing quality as she continued, "I could sit forward until I was just on the edge of my chair and you could spread my legs and no one would know you were there. You'd push my skirt back and your fingers and tongue would play their magic, and I got so horny sitting there, I tried it. I slid forward and moved my skirt up so my bare bottom was on the edge of the chair which was a turn on just in itself, feeling the leather instead of cloth and... And I made myself cum again."

"You masturbated at your desk in a busy office?" By now I'd totally risen to the occasion and was gently stroking myself to her tale. "Did anyone notice?"

"It's not quite like that. I'm normally in a room with two other people, but they weren't there, so it was just me. They would have been able to tell what I was doing if they were, but they weren't. There were people just outside our room, though. There's one guy that sits about 3 feet from me in the next room only there's a wall between us, so he couldn't have known. But the door was open, anyone could have come in, but I'm pretty sure I would have heard them coming down the hall before they got there."

"So nobody knew?"

"No, nobody knew."

"Then what was the harm?"

"None, I guess, except that I could smell my sex on my fingers. I was afraid that if anyone came near they would too, and I couldn't even think about work, so I decided I just couldn't stay, and packed up and came home."

"Oh my god Gloria, you've got me hard just thinking about you. That is so hot."

"I'm still horny. I need you, Jimmy. I need you to be here and make me cum the way you do. It's just not as good when I do myself."

"I know, Babe, but I can't right now. You'll just have to take care of yourself."

"I've been trying."

"You have? Like when you did yourself while I was watching on the deck?" It was silent on her end for a moment before she answered.

"Yeah. I mean, no. I mean, yeah, I made myself cum, I've done it three or four times already, but it's not like when we were together."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know. I make myself cum, but somehow it isn't as good."

"What do you mean, not as good?"

"I mean... it's like... it's like my clit gets off, but when we were together my whole body got off. Like my mind locked up and my knees locked up and I didn't even want you to touch me for a while. And this, it's like... it... it's good, but I know it can be so much better. I need you."

We continued to talk for a bit. I listened to what she was saying; thinking about what she was telling me. "Tell me, when you make yourself come, do you do it the same as when you did it - say two years ago - before we met?

Her answer wasn't instantaneous. "No..."

"Do you do it the same as when I do you?"

"No...."

"So how is it different? How did you masturbate back then that's different today?"

I could tell she really did have to think about it. "I don't know, I mean, I do, but..."

"But what?"

It took a bit, but finally she began telling me; telling me about how before we met she really didn't know exactly how to touch herself. Telling me about how she got so tired of her husband attacking her clit, about how she got numb and it didn't really feel good; about how she did to herself exactly what she didn't get from her husband, how it took long protracted stimulation to make herself cum.

"So that's why you treated yourself so roughly. I've never known a woman who liked it quite like you did."

"Yeah, I guess."

"And how is it different now?"

"You... and Steve and Mary too... you knew how to touch me and do what I needed, and... and I guess I learned. I can touch myself or use my toys to make myself cum practically at will now."

"You don't treat yourself as roughly as you used to?"

"No, I can, that still feels good, but I don't have to. It's just that now when I get to where I want to cum I can do it without any trouble."

"Ahh," I said, the light going off in my head. "And maybe that's just the problem. Making yourself cum too soon. Instead of letting it build, you're scratching the itch too early."

"What do you mean?" she asked with a puzzled tone.

"You're getting yourself off physically, but not mentally. What would you say is your main sex organ?" I asked, knowing I was on the right track.

"My clit." She answered without hesitation.

"No, it's not. It's your brain. Sex is something like 90% mental; maybe only 10% is physical. Like your getting aroused at work - was that because this guy physically touched you, or did you do it to yourself just knowing that he was looking? Just knowing that your change of dress style was letting you be a little naughty?"

"I... uhm...

"Truthfully, when you put on that sexier bra and lower cut blouse, didn't it at least cross your mind that maybe sometime, somewhere, there would be an "oops" where something might happen? Where someone might see something that you hadn't totally planned on?"

"Well... Yeah. But, I mean, a girl always checks her clothes..."

"Of course." I interrupted, "But you admitted that it was lower cut than you normally wear, that it was a bit more revealing than normal. So if you checked your clothes, and thought that it might be a bit more revealing and that it might inadvertently show some flesh, might just be a little bit naughty and decided to wear it anyway, isn't that saying you really wanted it to happen? If you had wanted to make sure it didn't  happen, you would have stuck with your old grannie stuff. Maybe you didn't know who, or when or where, but when it did happen -- didn't it excite you?" I waited, the phone was silent.

"Well, am I right?"

Here I waited another second or two, her silence was deafening. "So your brain got aroused, which got your body aroused," I continued in an explanatory tone, "and then you paraded those cute little nipples of yours through the office to the bathroom just hoping someone else would see, knowing they would see. I'm betting you actually saw some eyes do a double-take, didn't you?" I didn't wait for her to answer.

"And then in the bathroom, you decided to diddle your bean. Or at least that's what you reasoned, but in reality that's why you left your desk, wasn't it? You knew you were going to the bathroom to get yourself off when you left your desk."

"I... I don't know..." Yes she did -- but I let her little lie go. I continued, a bit softer.

"You were alone in your office, you could have slipped your panties off there, and no one would have been the wiser. You've told me before you've actually not even worn panties to work a couple of times, right? When you had some boring meetings to go to?"

"Yeah," She answered sheepishly.

"When you did yourself in the bathroom, it was quick, wasn't it. How fast? Thirty seconds... a minute?"

"How'd you know?" She admitted without admitting it.

"And the same at your desk?"

"How do you know that?" she asked again, wonderment in her voice.

"Because that was the physical. You felt the itch -- so you scratched it. That's ok -- we all do sometimes. But that felt good physically without including your mind. But just think -- if you'd walked to the bathroom and taken your panties off, and then walked back without having gotten off, and then sat there at your desk with your little bare bottom on the seat -- thinking about me under your desk... or better yet, how about Mary under your desk? How much better would that have been?" I heard a slight inhale through the phone. "Wouldn't that have been nicer?"

"Yeah," She practically breathed into the phone. Even if she hadn't told me she was horny when she woke me, I'd have recognized her arousal now.

"Believe it or not sweetie, one of the troubles with getting yourself off is that it's too easy. We get the 10% physical, and the 90% mental just keeps going, unsatisfied. Are you playing with yourself right now?"

"Yeah."

"Ummm. Me too. Nice, isn't it? Tell me what you're doing; are you touching your clit?"

"Just sort of touching myself, thinking of you."

"No, be precise. I'm holding the phone with my left hand and I've been stroking myself with my right. I've got it wrapped around my cock, just holding it right now, right below the head. I'm going to put my phone on speaker, I want you to do the same, and then tell me exactly what you're doing." I pushed the button, heard some rustling through the phone and then her voice came back, obviously on a speaker. "Can you hear me?"




Executive Platinum Ch. 09



"Yes I can. Now tell me."

"I've been using my right hand, sort of diddling my clit."

"No, more precise. Which finger? Where is it? Where are you touching? What precisely are you doing? Describe it to me. Where are you, in bed?" She didn't answer immediately; I sensed she was thinking about what she was going to say.

"I'm on my bed; I've got my back propped against a pillow and the headboard. I was running my pointer finger of my right hand back and forth across my clit, just lightly touching it. Is that good enough?"

"That's good enough, Hon, but you need to stop. Don't touch your clit again until I let you, OK? I'm going to tell you exactly where to touch and what to do, but you aren't going to touch anywhere unless I tell you to."

"OK."

"Good. Have you got your toys out?"

"Yes."

"What are they?"

"I've got a little silver bullet vibrator and..." she paused.

"And what?" I prompted.

"A dildo." She sounded embarrassed. I didn't pursue it.

"Have you got any KY jelly?"

"I've got some, but don't have it out."

"Please get it." She was gone a minute or so before she came back.

"You liked Ron looking at you didn't you." She didn't answer.

"Gloria?"

"Yes." She answered softly, but I wasn't sure she was answering to my question or to her name.

"You liked him looking at you, didn't you? You liked him seeing down your blouse, seeing your titties, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You liked walking through the office with your nipples hard so all the guys could see. You liked showing off, knowing that their prim and proper Miss Gloria has a sexy side that they don't normally see. You liked that didn't you?" She didn't answer.

"Gloria? Didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"I know. You've actually got quite a little exhibitionist side to you. I like that. Are your nipples hard?"

"Yes."

"I want you to cross your arms and with your pointer fingers, just run circles around your nipples. Just barely touch them." I gave her a second, she said nothing.

"Are you doing it?"

"Yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"Umm Hmm."

"Umm," I answered, "I like watching you play with yourself. I'm playing with myself too. Would you like to see that?"

"Uh huh."

"Do you think you can suck your own nipples?"

"No, I can't suck them but I can touch them with my tongue."

"Really? Ooh, I want to see that. Do it."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Do it."

I heard the phone get a bit muffled, it must have shifted on the bed. A few moments later I heard her move it back. "Did you do it?"

"Yeah."

"Was it nice?"

"Not as nice as when you lick them."

"I know. And I do like licking them, too. I want to see you do it sometime, holding your boobies up with your hands so you can stick your tongue out and touch them. Can you run your tongue around your nipples or just touch the end?"

"No, I can run it around them."

"Oh god, that's hot. Wouldn't you suck them if you could? I swear if I could suck my own cock..."

"OOH! Now that would be fun to watch."

"Yeah, well that's not even close to something I could do. Are you still running your fingers around your nipples?"

"No."

"Hmm. Do you have the KY?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, put some on each nipple and your fingers, and then try to squeeze your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

I could hear her rustling, the creak of the bed as she moved around.

"They slip away, I can't hardly feel it."

"Good. Keep it up. Remember when I did that, on the balcony?"

"Oh, God yeah."

"Good. This will be nice and slow, just like when I did it. Are they nice and hard now?"

"Umm. Yeah."

"Harder than when you were at work? How would you like to be showing your nipples at work like they are now? Hmm? Would you like that?"

"Oh God, Jimmy."

"You would, wouldn't you? How would you like to walk through the office topless? Would you stop at every desk? Give every guy there a good look at those luscious little titties? Hmm?"

"I couldn't do that."

"I know you couldn't but it is a fantasy. Is that it? Is your fantasy walking topless through the office, or just showing your nipples? Is that it, through your clothes? Maybe something nice and form fitting, showing that under those clothes is one hot little body? Hmm?"

"I like that better."

"I like that image too. Nice tight clothes with hard little nipples showing out front. Do you like see-through? Letting them see that gorgeous titty pink or just letting them imagine?"

"I like when you see them."

"You liked when what's his name, Ron? Accidently saw them."

"Yeah." A slight pause. "But that was different."

"It's OK, we're just defining the fantasy. You like something nice and tight, form fitting so it shows off everything, but if someone catches an accidental, maybe even on purpose, glimpse, you wouldn't mind. Is that it? Would you want a bra underneath or braless?"

"I like going braless. Definitely no bra. Like I was naked, but not."

"Do you ever go braless at work?"

"Oh God no, I've never done that."

"Hmmm. Do you mean you haven't ever done it, or you haven't done it yet?"

There was a slight pause before she said "I never done that, I don't think I could." Hmm, I changed subject.

"Tell me more about your toys."

She giggled embarrassedly. "Toys?"

"Don't give me that, you tart." I laughed. "You started this off telling me you'd been playing with your toys. I wasn't that asleep. So tell me. What do you like best? The vibrator or the dick? Or are your fantasies these days more into women?

"My fantasies seem to be based around you these days."

"Except when you're alone with some young computer tech at work." She ignored my jab.

"Have you got anything else? How about nipple clamps?"

"No, just the two."

"Sounds about normal. Which do you like most?"

"Uhm, I don't know. They're different."

"Of course they are. Which do you use the most?"

"Probably the vibrator."

"What's that look like?"

"It's sort of a pointed cylinder. Silver, maybe 4 inches long."

"Smooth?"

"Yeah."

"And what's the dildo look like?"

She giggled again. "Like you."

"Like me? Why do you say that?"

"You know, when you did that thing to your peter, made him all hard with the veins popping out and everything? He looks just like that."

"He?" I suppose it was natural that she referred to her plaything in the masculine.

"Yeah. I call him 'Big Jim'".

It was my turn to laugh. "I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or what. Does that mean I'm Little Jim?"

"No, I'd say you're just right."

"Good answer. So what kind of things do you do with Big Jim? Does he come with batteries?"

"Oh no, my little silver one has the batteries. He's just a helper -- when I can't get the real thing."

"The little silver one, is that the one you get off with?"

"Yeah, sometimes." Her answer didn't hold up but for just a second before she corrected, "Most of the time."

"I see. So tell me, how do you do it most of the time? Rub the vibrator on your clitty? Slip it inside?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes? Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes I use it in me, but not so much. I like to play with Big Jim until I'm ready then use the vibrator to finish." That helped, I was beginning to get the picture.

"God that's hot. Are you going to show me that sometime?"

"Would you like that?"

"Damn right! I wouldn't ask if I didn't."

"What do you do with Big Jim when you're using the vibrator?"

"He has his place."

"I'll bet he does. Do you ever lick or suck him?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you like to suck cock."

"I like sucking your cock." She hesitated momentarily, "Rubber doesn't do much for me."

"Except when it's in you. Do you like having it in you?"

"I'd rather have you in me."

"In your mouth or in your pussy?"

"Umm, I'd take either right now."

"I'd like that too, maybe even more than you would. Are you still playing with your nipples?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Are you wet and ready to play?"

"I was ready to play when I called you."

I laughed. "Are you really wet?"

"I think so, why?"

"Because I want to hear it. I want you to use Big Jim, put him in you, hold the phone close enough and see if you can make enough noise that I can hear as you fuck yourself with him."

"You want me to do what?"

"You heard me, just do it for me?"

"Do you want me to cum? I don't cum very well that way."

"No, I just want to hear it. Will you do it for me? Please?"

She didn't say anything, but a few seconds later I heard the phone shift and a few noises which I couldn't decipher, then a distinct sound of wet juicy fucking. Hard but not very fast, either her hand or the dildo slapping against her flesh a few times.

"Can you hear that?" she asked.

"Yes. Can you leave him in?"

"Uh, I uh, yeah, I suppose. Why?"

"I want you to stand up with him in and see if you can keep him in without using your hands." It was silent for a moment.

"Gloria?"

"You're a kinky bastard aren't you?"

I laughed. "Of course, isn't that why we're talking?"

"I don't know if I can get him to stay."

"But you'll try?" I could hear rustling in response, then her voice from a little bit away.

"Ok, I'm standing. I can keep him in as long as I don't move."

"So? How does it feel."

"God I feel so... so full."

"That's good isn't it?"

"I... Yeah, it is."

"Ok so where's your silver bullet, can you reach it?"

"Yeah." I heard a faint buzzing.

"Don't turn it on yet." The noise disappeared. "Ok, have you ever put anything in your ass?"

"Ooh, yuck."

"Have you?"

"No."

"Ok, then don't say yuck. You might not like it and won't have to do it again, but have I steered you wrong yet?"

Again she didn't answer immediately, but finally grudgingly answered. "Well... no."

"Ok, so just try it. Take a little KY on the end and then work it in." I heard rustling again, then the buzzing sound. "Leave it off for now Gloria; just see if you can work it in."

It was silent for a moment, just faint noises from her end. "Just an inch or too, you don't have to bury it." I offered.

"Ok," was all she said, and when I didn't respond she repeated. "Ok, it's in."

"Feel good?"

"No."

"Oh. Does it feel bad?"

"Well, uh... I guess not. Do I turn it on now?"

"Not yet. Can you hold them in without using your hands?"

"The little one, it keeps slipping."

"Can you lie down? On your back? Hold them in if you have to."

"Ok." Again I heard the rustle of the bed, with another Ok to indicate she was lying down.

"Take a bit more of the KY, and put a dab between your second and third finger." A few seconds later she responded. "Good, pull your lips so your clit is exposed. This time when you masturbate, I want you to not touch it directly. Put one finger on each side, let your fingers slide by it, but don't touch it directly."

"Now?" She asked, obviously asking permission.

"Not yet. Listen before you do anything. First you're going to turn on the vibrator. I don't want you to let it or the dildo slip out, but don't use your hands either. You can use your hand with the vibrator, you can masturbate as you want, but I don't want you to directly touch your clit. You can rub your nipples again if you want to, but no matter what you're doing, I want you to tell me about it. Describe what you're feeling, what you're doing. Can you do that?"

She answered with her own question. "Are you going to masturbate with me?"

"Yes."

"Then you can't come until I do. Deal?"

"Deal" I answered.

I didn't hear the vibrator come on, but knew it when she said "Oh shit."

"Oh my god, that's gotta be so... nasty." She giggled again. "Oh my, it's like I've gotta poop but my God I can feel it clear through on my clit... I can hardly feel my fingers, but it's... ummm. I want to fuck myself with Big Jim at the same time... Oh! That's different, Oh god, it's like the vibrator is on the back of my clit when I push it just right like, Oh! Oh my god that is good. Oh god that feels good!"

"Not too quickly, Hon," I interrupted, "make it last."

"Oh I'm not, it's just... Gees, my ass feels hot, it's tingling. My god, it's like I'm being filled front and back at the same time. Oh I want to cum, I'm going to touch my clit...

"NO! Not directly. If you need to do something different, work your pussy lips like you used to. Push against your pubic bone, but not your clit."

"Oh god it feels so good. I wish you were here so I could suck your cock. God I love the feel in my mouth when he gets so big and hard..."

"Like when you sucked Steve? You liked that, didn't you? Having a big hard cock head in your mouth?"

"Oh God yes. I want a cock head everywhere. I want you here to suck my clit right now."

"Both fingers, both sides, imagine it's my mouth."

"Umm. I'm going to fuck my ass with the bullet. Is that ok?"

"If it feels good."

"Oh, not much, but when I push Big Jim just right... Ah shit that feels good." The whole time I listened to her, I was stroking my own cock. I had a bottle of hand cream next to the bed; I squirted a bit into my hand, rubbed it on the head of my cock with my left while my right hand continued to stroke. Crossing my legs to trap the blood, I'm sure my cock had swollen to the proportions of Gloria's "Big Jim" dildo."

"I... I'm getting close..."

"I am too, sweetheart. Hold it off as long as you can, and I'll try and cum with you."

"Ok, god it just feels so good. I swear my ass is on fire, and my clit... it's so big... Wow, my nipples are so sensitive! Oh my, Jimmy, what are you doing to me... I ... I... don't think... I can hold... off... "

The incoherent gurgling from her throat let me know she'd begun cumming, a few more well placed strokes and my own cum was spurting on my belly. I hadn't cum in nearly two weeks and surprised myself with the copious spurts of cream that filled my belly button. A few faint "uh's" and "oh's" came through the phone as Gloria first extended her orgasm then gradually eased it off. I hadn't realized how much I could detect the buzzing of her vibrator until it suddenly turned off. We both lay there silently for a few moments, coming down from our orgasmic highs -- separated by half a world.

A few minutes of silence went by, I relaxed, realized I was about to fall back asleep. "You OK?" I queried.

Her reply was slow, and also sleepy. "I think I'm going to have to change the bed."

"That good?" I responded wearily, suddenly needing my two missing hours of sleep.

"Umm hmm, I needed that."

"Me too, babe. Me too."

"Can you come see me?"

"I'll try." She didn't respond. "G'night babe, get some sleep."

"You too."

~

The view, in the morning sun, of the approaching mainland from over the Caribbean revealed just how narrow and devoid of feature Florida really is. With the highest point in the entire state maybe only a couple of hundred feet above sea level, from the air it looks like one big wave could wipe it out. A chain of islands to the south linked by a causeway to the main peninsula pointed the way. The expanse of the Everglades, at least whatever is left that hasn't been drained, diked or built over, glistened in the sun among smaller patches of presumably dry land. To the west I could see puffy cumulous clouds drifting, the remnants of yesterday's thundershowers. Even as I watched I could see them changing and amassing again, the beginnings of this afternoon's follow on to yesterday's version of the daily monsoonal ritual.

The eleven and a half hour trip until the last hour had been in complete darkness, broken only by a spectacular lightning show over the Amazon. I'd also, by chance, seen a few bright patches of lights from some unknown South American cities when I'd awakened and taken a glance out during an otherwise uneventful flight. Thankfully the business class seat allowed me a moderately decent night's sleep in the chair that laid out into an -- almost -- comfortable bed. Our arrival at 7:40 in the morning would seem to be plenty early to catch any flight westbound, but after clearing customs, the remainder of the three plus hour layover was barely enough to catch a decent breakfast and head to the flight.

I should have known better than to think I was actually headed home. It used to be that I'd tell Debs I was headed somewhere, but to not count on it happening until I actually arrived. At first I told her to believe it when the plane departed my home airport -- but more than once I got to a midway point like Dallas or Chicago and found a message rerouting me to some emergency, sometimes in a totally different direction. It was 11:04 a.m.; first and business class had actually been called to board, when the phone buzzed with an incoming e-mail. I glanced at my Blackberry, and thought about ignoring it when the screen lit up with an incoming call. The home office was three hours behind -- there it was 8:04, and suddenly I found myself making a last minute cancellation. The boss apologized, realizing I hadn't been home in more than a month, but was there any way I could reroute? It didn't take long to realize that the reroute to the interior of Mexico would send me through Dallas, where I would have to overnight before catching another plane the following day.

It was almost 10:30 in Texas when I called. I wasn't sure whether Gloria had her cell phone on at work or not, but when it went to voice mail I left a brief message then tried her home also.

"Hello?" I was moderately surprised when she answered, figuring her to be at work on a Tuesday.

"Gloria? It's Jim."

"Jim! It's good to hear from you." I instantly recognized it was not Gloria. This was not the woman that had just a little over a week before had awakened me in the middle of the night and begged me to stop by and perform lewd and lascivious acts on her body.

"Nice try, Melissa."

"What, no indecent proposals this time?" The laughter in her voice told me she was teasing.

I could play that game too. "It's your turn to make the first innuendo."

"If I remember correctly, offering to tickle my clit with your tongue isn't exactly innuendo. Seems pretty explicit to me."

"So -- make me an offer I can't refuse." I pushed, wondering just where she'd go with it.

"Would it do any good? If I offered to do something that would make your toes curl, would you accept?" She had me, of course. I might have two girlfriends in different cities at the same time, but there's no way I'm bedding the daughter of one of them.

"No," I answered, "but it's fun to talk dirty and flirt."

We bantered back and forth for a few minutes before I explained that I had a late change of plans and was on my way to Mexico with an overnight layover in Dallas, and that her mother had asked me to come by and I was just trying to see if I was still welcome.

"Are you kidding? Of course she'll want you to come."

"Ok, so all I need is to figure out how to get there. I'll be landing early afternoon, figured I'd get a car and be there before it's too late. I have a flight out at 3 tomorrow afternoon - I'll just head back when she heads to work tomorrow."

"She doesn't know you're coming at all?"

"No, I just found out myself a few minutes ago."

"Then don't worry about it, let's surprise her. I've got to be out later and I'll just pick you up at the airport. I'm heading back to school tomorrow afternoon anyway, I can take you back to the airport if I need to, but it wouldn't surprise me if mom will want to spend the day with you and call in sick or something."



Executive Platinum Ch. 10



I'd given Melissa the flight number; she said she'd meet me at baggage claim. On the flight, I briefly wondered whether I'd have trouble finding her - but needn't have worried. I recognized her through the glass even before I went through the security door. She was standing against a wall, surveying the people passing through, wearing a white and black off the shoulder sundress that was both simple and eye catching. If I hadn't known it was Melissa I might have mistaken her for Gloria, they look so much alike. She didn't know me until I walked up, but promptly greeted me with a brief hug when I said her name.

"So I finally meet the man that corrupted my mother?" she said, as we were in her car headed out to the freeway.

"Me? Corrupt your mother? That's not the way I understood it. I understood it was you, I just got the benefit."

"What? What did I do?" she asked with feigned innocence. If I hadn't already picked up on her teasing, I almost could have believed she was serious. I wondered if she had had some acting training.

"Oh don't give me that. You "forgot" to put her suitcase in; you made her buy a new wardrobe; you took her to a topless beach in Miami. OK, so maybe you didn't corrupt her completely, but you certainly started the job for me to finish."

Her laughter filled the car. "She really did tell you about that, huh?"

"She told me lots of things about you." I'd been discreetly checking her out since we met. She was a spitting image of Gloria, and except for that "young" look that disappears with maturity, they almost could have been twins. It crossed my mind that although physically she wasn't as mature as her mother, until mere weeks before she was definitely more experienced than her mother.

She was almost identical in height at 5'4", possibly a little taller, but it was hard to estimate without a side by side comparison. Every curve was just as firm and shapely, she had the same green eyes and brown hair; the only major difference I could detect being the haircut. The welcoming smile and twinkle in her eye as she teased me said she was self-confident and enjoyed life.

Her simple sundress gathered under her breasts with the off the shoulder design leaving her upper chest and shoulders bare. She apparently had some type of strapless bra, I'd felt it on her back when I'd returned her hug, but nothing was showing on her shoulders. The dress didn't rise completely above her breasts; she had a pleasant amount of equally tanned cleavage showing. I noticed there wasn't a single strap mark or difference of tan anywhere. This was all woman, sexy as hell - and it was obvious she knew it.

"She's told me all about you, too."

"All? I doubt all."

"Believe me. She told me all about how you met on the airplane. How you ended up being her savior - her knight in shining armor." She broke into laughter.

I glanced over at her; she really hadn't told the "everything" of everything, had she? I wondered just how much Gloria really had divulged. "Then she hasn't told you as much as you think -- if she said I was her knight in shining armor."

"Why would you say that? Because I didn't tell you how she said she'd watched you playing naked pool boy when she got up in the morning? Because I didn't say that she told me how she teased you mercilessly and you spent almost the whole weekend naked?"

I raised my eyebrow; perhaps she had told her everything. I immediately thought better of it, there had to be secrets. Mothers don't talk about their sexual experiences with daughters, do they? "Ok, I'll grant you she told you some things..."

"Everything." She interrupted, shaking her head.

"Nope, don't believe it."

"Try me." I thought about it, not sure if I wanted to know if she knew all about my sexual escapades with her mother or not.

"Ok, so she told you that she was an unmerciful cock tease, but did she..."

"Tell me about how she almost drove you crazy and made you take her on a second date before she went to bed with you? Yes." Her interruption had come almost instantaneously.

"What did we do on the second date?"

"You took her to a nude beach." Ok, no doubt about it she was getting the softball questions; time for some hardballs.

"What did we do that first evening?"

"You sat on your balcony and talked and kissed..."

Ah ha! She really hadn't told her "everything", just some of it. "Well, that's some of it," I responded somewhat smugly.

"... and got naked, and masturbated for each other and you made her cum with just her nipples." She glanced over at me, a smirk on her face. "Didn't think she told me that much, did you?" I looked back, shocked that she really had told her about our weekend. I didn't realize that Gloria was going to kiss and tell.

"Oh. Well, did she tell you how my sons came home and walked in on us doing the dirty deed on the living room floor?"

"They did?" her head snapped over towards me, not sure whether I was pulling her leg or not.

"Or that when we went to Palm Springs we went to a strip club?" She'd broken her attention to the highway to take several quick glances at me, trying to decide whether I was telling the truth or just expanding on a lie, so I dished it on heavy. "Or that we picked up three guys and she took us all on, and that another woman came home with us and had a threesome and she went down on her?"

"Oh Bullshit." Her glance was just a bit longer, just enough to thoroughly size up my response to her exclamation.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"She said that you went to a dinner theatre and afterward the other couple took you with them to a strip club, but the rest of that you made up."

"You're right, it's mostly bullshit." I looked her right in the eye. Damn, they were as pretty as her mother's.

"What part's not bullshit?" Her voice betrayed her, she didn't want to believe, and she didn't want to not believe.

"Can't tell." I said shaking my head back and forth. "Unlike your mother -- I don't kiss and tell." I gave her my most disarming grin and smile, "But I am going to have to have a talk with your mother."

She laughed; a contagious laugh that said she loved life. I laughed with her.

"We didn't used to talk that much," she said after a couple of moments of silence, "we pretty much butted heads when I was in high school. But now that I'm away at college most of the time, she's almost a better friend than my best friend is."

"Happens that way sometimes. Something about moving away, it changes you from a child to an adult, at least in a parent's eyes."

"That's pretty much how it was." We headed down an off ramp.

"So you talk about everything now? You tell her about all your lovers, too?"

"What? You don't think she tells me about all her lovers, do you?"

"Oh! Ouch." I laughed. "Ok, I guess I opened myself up for that."

She laughed as she looked over her shoulder to check for traffic, letting her gaze stop on me momentarily on its way back. "I tell her some things. Not everything." She didn't seem to want to continue; I didn't press.

Gloria and Melissa lived in an upscale condominium complex that we entered through a gated entry. It appeared to be a quiet, comfortable place with mixed one and two story buildings. We passed a community building and at least two swimming pools before pulling up to their condo. Melissa triggered a door opener on her sun visor; a double garage door opened giving us access to the house through the garage.

I grabbed my bag and dragged it in where Melissa unhesitatingly directed me to Gloria's master bedroom. "You can put your stuff in there. I'd say you're going to sleep in there -- but somehow I doubt you're going to get much sleep." Her grin was followed by a teasing laugh.

I glowered at her as if I was really insulted, but couldn't keep it up. I broke into a grin. "Brat. If you were my daughter I'd turn you over my knee for such insolence."

"Oh! Promise?"

I ignored her, putting my bag on the bed.

The townhome was moderately sized, maybe a couple of years old. The master bedroom entered off the living room and had an attached bathroom. The shower and sink area were actually almost part of the bedroom, with a small toilet in an anteroom. The second bedroom, Melissa's, was entered near the front door. Between the front bedroom and the kitchen was another full bath. The kitchen opened onto the large living room and dining room across a bar; the entire back wall had large windows opening onto a small back yard. There were no window coverings in the living room; the small back yard was completely private, hidden by tall brick walls and, facing to the north, didn't get any direct sunlight. Glancing out the window, I could see there was a lounge and patio table, but the only view of the neighbor's homes was the top of their roofs.

Inside the townhome was immaculately decorated, the centerpiece being a big screen TV centered in the blonde oak built in bookcase. It felt like Gloria, I could see her touch in everything, a touch of unpretentious class everywhere I looked.

"I thought you guys lived in a house?" I asked. Melissa had plopped down on one of the two couches.

"Used to. We moved almost two years ago. Mom got the house in the divorce, but didn't want to stay there -- said it reminded her too much of "The Dick." She got enough to buy this with a reasonable mortgage. It works well - for her. It's a lot closer to her work, but puts me a lot further away at college. I'm there most of the time anyway." She jumped up off the couch and headed to the kitchen. "Hungry?"

I assured her I wasn't, but asked if I could take a shower and do some laundry as virtually everything I had was dirty. She said she had some laundry that needed to be done also and said if I'd just give her mine she'd combine it all.

The entry from the garage came through the laundry room, a great double use of otherwise wasted space. I tracked Melissa there when I heard the water start filling the machine. She took my clothes, but when I bent to give her a hand she shushed me away and told me to go take a shower. I'd just gotten the water adjusted in the shower when the washing machine quit filling, momentarily giving me a blast of hot water until I got it readjusted. I can't understand how we can send a man to the moon and still can't design a water system that won't freeze or scald someone taking a shower when someone elsewhere just flushes a toilet.

After my shower, Melissa and I visited for a while, just getting to know a little more about each other. The flirting gone for a while, she told me more about her father; "The Dick" as she referred to him again. Unsurprisingly she was totally on her mother's side. If there was a second side to the story, I sure didn't hear it from her.

I knew it was approaching time for Gloria to get home when Melissa looked at her watch.

"Mom should be home soon." She motioned toward her bedroom, "I'll be back in a couple. Umh, I'm just gonna go change... I've got a date, so I won't be here this evening." She started down the short hall, "Oh, and I'm staying with my girlfriend tonight, you two will be all alone."

"Oh yeah, sure." I immediately challenged. "Staying with your girlfriend, huh? I used that as an excuse when I was in college too. Whenever I wasn't coming home after a date, I always said I was staying at my buddy's house. At least that's what I told my parents."

She laughed. "You are sooo bad. Really, it's true. I'm staying at her house. She and her boyfriend set me up with a friend of his that's visiting. It's sort of a blind date I guess. I met him once a while back, but we've never dated before."

I raised my eyebrows, then cocked my head and held my hands up, indicating she didn't have to convince me, at the same time non-verbally telling her I didn't really believe her at all. "Oh yeah, sure; whatever you say." Afterward I broke into a grin to let her know I was just teasing.

~

Several minutes after she headed in to change I went and found the dryer when I heard the buzzer go off. I figured most of the clothes must be mine anyway, and I'd get them put away. I was partly correct; she'd added my underwear and white socks to their whites and delicates. Having been married for twenty years, I'd handled many women's under things before, but it had been many years since I'd handled so many that were designed to be sexy rather than functional, and didn't belong to my wife.

At first I began sorting out my underwear, but rapidly ended with a pile of bras and panties. It didn't take long to realize that nearly all the panties were thongs, and the bras were of various styles, from modest full coverage to silky and lacy, to one that was only half there.

I realized from the quantity that I had to be looking at both Gloria and Melissa's things, with no way to tell what belonged to whom. I was going to fold them and let the girls sort them out, but there really wasn't much to fold. Finally I separated the thongs, laying them flat in a pile and smoothing them with my hand. They were all different, either different materials or different colors. Some were practically nothing and very sexy; others were obviously more every day, just designed without a bottom.

At first I checked the bras for size thinking maybe there would be a difference, but they were all 34 B, so I just began folding them in two and stacking them in a pile. The very last one to fold was the half cup bra.

I'd had no clue whose underwear any of the other things belonged to, but for this one I was pretty sure it was Melissa's. From what I knew about Gloria, I couldn't imagine her normally wearing such a revealing bra - but knew I'd like it if she did. Two silky half cups would have given a little support and a lot of display, a half-moon cut-out on the tips designed to leave the nipples and upper breasts completely bare on the wearer. There were no upper straps; it was designed for bare shoulder outfits.

I really hadn't dawdled folding their clothes, but for this one I'd stopped just momentarily, holding it up, imagining what Gloria (or Melissa for that matter) would look like wearing it - or how my hands would feel fondling them while they were wearing it.

I wasn't much of a pause, maybe two seconds before I started to fold it in two. I had my back toward the living room and hall, so hadn't heard Melissa's approach, so I had no idea just how much she'd seen when she said, "Liked that one did ya?"

I immediately spun, hesitated a split second before I answered, still holding the sexy little nothing in my hand. "I... was just folding your things for you." Damn it, why had I hesitated? I could feel the slight heat in my face, the guilty feeling of being caught - doing something I probably shouldn't have been doing - running through my face for the first time in forty years. And why was I feeling so guilty? I was folding clothes and came across something that was designed to entice the male's eye and it had - so why were my ears burning? Normally when caught off guard, I'll tease or joke to hide that fact, but this time I was totally defensive. I'd been caught -- and she knew I'd been caught. I said nothing.

Melissa, barefoot, was rubbing her hair with a towel, now dressed in pants and a shirt reminiscent of the one Gloria had been wearing on the plane when I met her. With her hands behind her head, her chest was jutted toward me, making her appear bustier than I knew she really was. I momentarily wondered if she was doing this on purpose, or if she knew what effect it had on her appearance.

The shirt she was wearing was definitely a bit more revealing or sexy than the one Gloria had worn on the plane, but at first I couldn't quite pin point how. The scooped vee exposed a fairly large expanse of tanned flesh, but it was the two semi-hard nipples that my eyes latched on to before I forced my eyes to Melissa's face. Not just the vee neck, I remembered how when Gloria had bent over I'd seen the two soft globes of breasts accented by the Vee. Neither was it just the tanned flesh, actually the slight glimpse of un-tanned breast on Gloria had accented the tan she did have. Melissa's peek-a-boo-here-I-am nipples were definitely more obvious than Gloria's had been that afternoon a few months before, but it wasn't just that. Somehow the overall effect just seemed sexier.

I took it all in, in a single glance, but immediately forced my eyes to meet hers. "You look nice," I offered, figuring that maybe complimenting her would ease the pressure on my embarrassment.

"Thanks." She dropped her one hand, holding the end of the towel in front as she continued rubbing her hair with the other.

"That's almost like what your mom was wearing when I met her," I offered. She glanced down at herself, then back to me.

"Why do you say 'almost'?"

"Well, um..." I suddenly felt the rush of heat again. How did I keep doing this? "It's about the same color and style, but just a little, um, I think, maybe a little sexier?"

She just looked at me for a moment, and shook her head. "No, actually it's the same. This is what she wore. I know; I dropped her off at the airport."

"Shit," I thought, again feeling like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. I hadn't said anything that wasn't true - but still...

"So, you didn't answer me. You liked that one huh?" She nodded her head toward me. I suddenly realized I was still holding the silky little half bra and glanced down at it in my hands. Damn it! I turned and placed it on the stack of bras and reached for my own clothes, realizing as I did so that this girl was teasing me, simultaneously realizing that my quick disposal of the garment had underscored my feelings of guilt.

"Yeah," I answered going on the offensive, "I was just wondering if this is the bra of choice for all the best-dressed college co-eds."

Without hesitation she threw it right back at me. "Well it is one of her favorites, just not on a first date."

"Oh? And what bra would a best dressed co-ed wear on a first date?" I asked.

"It all depends on who the date is with and whether she wants his hands all over her or not."

"Oh?" I answered, somewhat shocked at her brazen answer, wondering if she was just teasing as hard as I was, or whether she was really being just honest with me - someone who'd been a virtual stranger just a few hours before. "Then what date would that little nothing be worn for?"

"Oh that one's at least a second date because that's the one she wears when she wants to get laid, and she never sleeps with a guy on a first date."

I lost it and cracked up.

"Okay, Okay -- Melissa, enough! I give up. Geeze, you're good, I love one liners and teasing, but I can't keep it up."

"That's not what Mom says." I'd just finished picking up my clothes and looked up at her. She had a big grin on her face. I just shook my head. Still chuckling I took my clothes and headed to Gloria's bedroom to put them back in my suitcase.

Melissa and the lingerie were gone when I got back, and remembering the other clothes in the washer, I transferred them to the dryer. I could hear a hair dryer running and figured Melissa was finishing up getting ready as I stepped back into the living room a few moments later when the front door opened.

"Melissa?" Gloria called out as she came in the door. "Are you ..." she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open as she saw me, then dropped her purse and practically leapt into my arms.

She kissed me, a shocked but happy kiss which I eagerly returned, her lips against mine, as her body melted against me. It wasn't just a hello kiss, it was a kiss full of lust and passion -- it was a kiss full of promise for things to come. She broke away, hugging me completely, her cheek coming up against mine. Without pulling away, her hand came up across my other cheek, caressing it, feeling the smoothness. "Umm, you just shaved," she said, her hand sliding behind my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers. I obliged, returning the kiss, slipping my hand down the back of her skirt to her delectable bottom, pulling her against my rapidly engorging cock. Her lips opened, her tongue forcing my mouth open, to which I readily acquiesced. Her hands were at first all over my back but they too slid down, grabbing and squeezing my butt, also pulling me against her. I worked her skirt up with my fingers until I could slip my hand under and find the bare skin of her bottom. I felt the cloth of her thong, feeling the small triangle of cloth tapering to nothing where it disappeared between her cheeks. I thought I recognized the pattern of a more demure cotton model, probably the match of one I'd taken out of the dryer a short time before. Her hands relinquished my butt and moved back up onto my chest, rubbing across my nipples momentarily before starting down toward my belt. "If you'd let me know you were coming I'd have worn something sexier -- or maybe even nothing at all," she whispered, her lips all over my neck. Her hands, finding my belt, began fumbling.




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"Melissa's still home," I whispered, relinquishing my own fondling of her bare bottom, allowing the skirt to slip back in place. Her hands stilled on my belt, then pulled off. But instead of her arms going back around me, in practically one motion she lifted her skirt and peeled her thong off, dropping it on the floor. I caught a whiff of her arousal.

"She's drying her hair," she said, her hands going back to my pants. I realized I could still hear the hair dryer, confirming her statement. "Fuck me before she comes out." My now hard cock was straining against my pants as her fingers were once again fumbling to undo my belt.

Pulling back slightly to give her better access my eyes glanced over her shoulder and I realized that the front door was standing open where she'd abandoned it upon seeing me, her purse lying on its side in the middle of the floor. No one was in sight, but after having been there just a few hours I knew that within a matter of minutes that was sure to change. "The door's still open."

Without saying anything, she grabbed my belt to pull me with her as she stepped backward, stuck a foot out and kicked the door shut. The hair dryer shut off just a split second before the door banged closed. Melissa must have heard it.

"Is that Mom?" Melissa called out, stepping out into the living room, a hairbrush still in hand. She had a big grin on her face, "Surprised?"

Gloria had relinquished her pawing at my belt as soon as the hair dryer turned off. By the time Melissa stepped out, she had reached up and pounded my chest once with her fist. "Yes I'm surprised," she said, answering Melissa's question. "You told me you didn't think you could come by." I caught her fist before she hit me a second time and pulled her close thereby hiding my partially undone pants. I relinquished her fist; her arms went around me once again.

I explained the change of plans and that the lack of calling had not been because of me, but rather because of her forgetting her cell phone. I could see Melissa out of the corner of my eye combing her hair, standing and watching us. Gloria's unfettered passion eased just a bit with Melissa watching. She kissed me again, no tongues this time, and turned to pick up her purse. No way to hide it, I reached down and began returning my pants to their undisturbed state. Melissa's eyes moved from my hands to what was unmistakably her mother's thong in the middle of the floor. Her smile was that of an "I almost caught you" look, but she said nothing, just telling her mother that she'd been about to leave and of her plans for the night.

Melissa turned and headed to her room saying she needed to finish getting ready, and that's all it took for Gloria's attack on me to instantly begin all over again. "Do me." She stage whispered, again pulling me to her with my belt. "Right now, before she gets back."

She didn't even try and undo my belt; her fingers found my zipper and had it down in one motion. My cock was upright in my pants; her fingers of one hand going over my belt, a finger sliding down each side of my cock, a third between it and my belly, as the other hand insinuated itself through my now opened pants. Her fingers found, and slipped through the fly of my underwear, her cool long fingers wrapping around, trying to fish my now totally rigid cock through too small of a hole. She pushed down on my pants to get a better angle, but it just made it worse, my cock head sliding out of the top of my pants. Dropping to her knees, her tongue lashed out, leading her lips to my cock. She sucked, trying to pull it into her mouth.

"Mom," Melissa's voice started from down the hall, growing louder. "I'm going to spend the night at Barb's," she said as she came around the corner into the living room. Gloria had immediately stopped what she was doing at the sound of her voice and stood so she was again hugging me when Melissa arrived. We were momentarily decent, my condition hidden, although my zipper was again undone. "I'll be back tomorrow; Jim's flight isn't until 3 so I can take him to the airport." She said it more like a question than a statement. As we'd both expected, Gloria indicated she was certain she would be feeling "too sick" to go to work in the morning.

Melissa stepped toward the garage door; her mother relinquished her hug and stepped to the door after her, so I followed. Gloria stopped with one hand on the open door; I slid in behind her, putting one arm around her waist, the other on the door and her hand. While Melissa and Gloria talked as only women can, I felt Gloria's hand slide behind her, between us, once again finding and squeezing my cock.

The door had barely closed when Gloria turned and began for the third time to pull at my belt. I didn't resist this time and moments later my pants were being pushed to the floor. "I want you right now." I was fumbling with her skirt, but she relieved me of the duty, her experienced fingers allowed the material to fall to the floor around her feet in a jumble. I stepped out of my shoes one at a time, using the other foot to hold them in place as I didn't bother to untie them, and stepped out of my pants - both of us now naked from the waist down.

Gloria's hand gripped and stroked my cock, impatiently waiting while I unhooked my feet from my pants legs. Her hand stroked toward her, not to stroke me, but to pull me toward her awaiting wetness. Her hand relinquished its grip, joining the other around my neck where she lifted herself and hung on me, wrapping her legs around my naked waist. I couldn't hold her like this, stumbling forward a half a step until her back came to rest against the garage door with a loud thump. That was all it took, one more point of support and her hand came from around my neck, reached down and guided my cock into the mouth of her silky wetness.

We fucked standing up, her back against the door. Every forward thrust brought a squeak from the door, and a grunt from Gloria. Something about the angle, I was hitting her cervix at the end of each stroke. It was good for me, but apparently not that much for her.

She pushed us away from the door, and we turned to the washing machine. Holding her bottom, my cock buried inside her, I slid her onto the top. This was just a hair too high, she told me to let her down. She stepped out of the laundry room to the easy chair where she turned and bent over, spread legged, offering her delectable backside to me. I stepped forward and plunged again into her pussy, this time drawing an "Oh, Yes" from her.

Leaning on the chair as she was, she was able to push back against me with every stroke.

"Harder" she begged. I obliged, thrusting hard, our flesh slapping together, my hips against her plush bottom with each stroke. There was no taking it easy here, I was pounding hard, and she was pushing right back just as hard or harder with each thrust. I bottomed out on every stroke, my hips slapping against her plush bottom.

Our hard pounding into each other only lasted just so long before I eased up. I'd had my hands on her hips, holding her, to give myself more leverage, but as I eased up a bit on the force I was able to relax my grip and run my hands over her rounded bottom. I ran my left hand over the smooth flesh of her left buttock, keeping my right hand in place to assist the leverage. I eyed the vestigial crack from the small of her back to where it opened toward her anus and then traced it with my index finger before reaching across to fondle her right butt cheek.

I've got to admit I've never been much into anal. Deb's and I tried it once; it didn't seem to do much for either of us. Although she'd said once the thought of getting it from two cocks at once was a mental turn on, we never pursued that aspect of our sexuality. That once was enough, but that's not to say others don't think otherwise.

I know there is enough written evidence that indicates many do like it, and after our masturbation session on the phone, I more than suspected Gloria might be one of those people. It didn't take much, my hand was positioned where all I did was extend my pinky finger and barely caress the little red rose bud between her cheeks, and she moaned. With my pounding into her pussy, it was hard to keep good contact with my pinky, but apparently the motion against it was enough. Not even penetrating, just bumping with my finger around and around the pink scrunched flesh of her nether hole and she began twitching in orgasm. She pushed back hard once, now out of rhythm with my thrusting, then again, and began collapsing onto the chair and shaking. I had to remove my finger from caressing her little rosebud to try to hold her up as I continued my own quest for relief. I couldn't, her arms collapsed and she practically fell forward onto the chair, revealing a large wet spot from her fluids that hadn't been there just a few minutes before.

I rolled her over and eased her down onto her back on the rug where she spread her legs wide and drew me into her. I didn't have to guide my cock back in, she was so wet and open I slid in easily. This time I changed up to long, slower strokes, and gradually eased myself down from a lusty quest for orgasm to just enjoying the pleasure of flesh in flesh. I decided to hold off my own orgasm for our continued mutual pleasure.

Pulling out I began sliding my well lubricated cock through the folds of her pussy, rubbing it against her clit. The lubrication made it almost frictionless, it certainly wasn't going to get me off, but from Gloria's writhing, it was obviously doing a wonderful job on her. My cock sliding along her pussy was barely touching her, the natural angle of my erection diverted by the pressure of gravity pulling my cock downward, and with her lubrication coating both of us it was almost perfect. It was the equivalent of a long slow masturbation without direct clitoral stimulation. Every few strokes I'd slip my cock down a little further and into her pussy to re-lubricate it, then would slide it back out to slip my meat back along the folds of her taco.

At first Gloria was completely spread eagled, her legs opened wide, her naked pussy open for my eyes to see and my cock to explore. Her tongue was extended slightly between her teeth, her eyes staring through me as her concentration was really between her legs. Apparently the touch was too tantalizing however, her hand slid down between us, pushing against my cock, forcing it harder against her clit. Her fingers splaying her pussy lips open to give more direct contact. Even that wasn't enough, her legs wrapped around me forcing me against her even harder yet.

Her eyes closed, her head rocked back and forth as she accepted the pleasure I bestowed upon her wanton flesh. I knew she was close again when her back began to arch into me. When I slipped down to slide inside her one more time and re-lubricate my cock, she groaned in disapproval, but it turned to a moan of approval as I slid out once again. This time as I leaned in, with her hand guiding my slippery cock against her clit, I tried to force as much pressure as I could. It was all it took, her head rolled back even further and her entire body began shaking in orgasm. I slid down once more, filling her with my cock, just holding it there as deep inside her as I could. Her hands came around to grab my ass, her legs wrapping tighter around me as she tried to force me deeper inside with all four of her limbs. I flexed my cock, again feeling her cervix against my cock head, drawing one more twitch of pleasure before I began to feel her body relax.

I lay there inside her, panting and holding myself up off her body so I wasn't crushing her as she slowed her breathing. Her hands began to relax from their vise grip on my ass, sliding back and forth.

"You've got the greatest ass." Her voice was almost back to normal.

"That's what all my girlfriends tell me."

"Bastard!" She giggled, and then sighed. "God I needed that. You couldn't have been a better present to come home to." She squeezed her cunt, seemingly just realizing I was still hard inside her.

"You didn't cum yet?"

"Not yet," I answered. "I tried to hold off - thought maybe we could go for another round?"

"Only one?" She squeezed my cock with her pussy once again. "Not if I have anything to say about it." She pulled my face to hers and sucked my tongue into her mouth. I leaned onto one arm, raising the other to squeeze her bra and shirt covered breast. Her nipple was barely detectable through the material, although it did elicit a sigh of approval.

"Let me up -- I had to go to the bathroom when I got home. I'm about to pee my pants."

"You haven't got any pants on."

"Then I'm about to pee on you!"

"Ohh!" I teased. "Watersports! I've never tried that."

"Let me up, you're not about to now either."

"Spoilsport." I answered, flexing my cock again. "How do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it?" She looked me in the face, trying to decide if I was teasing or not.

"Can you do that? Pee with a cock inside you?"

I shrugged. "Don't know, but if you did you'd make a mess of your floor." I grinned and began to ease backward, my cock also beginning to soften, not nearly as hard as it had been moments before. She went into the bathroom where I heard her pee quite hard for quite some time -- her bladder really had been full.

I just lay there on the carpet waiting for her. Naked and, with my cock still hard, I was ready to play again immediately if she wanted. I heard her washing up and the toilet flush. I expected she might finish getting naked, but when she came back out she was still just nude from the waist down.

She reached her hand down to me, an enigmatic smile on her face saying she was up to something, and said "Come on." I took her hand and she began to pull as if she wanted me to stand, so I did.

"Come on where?" I asked.

She didn't answer, just dragged my willing body with her to the kitchen. She pushed me with a "sit" command onto the table where I sat. Pulling a chair directly in front of me and pushing my legs apart, she sat. Looking up at me with a grin she took my cock in hand and moved it down where she could lick and suck. She started her tongue just above my balls, running it up the shaft until she slipped her lips over the top, her tongue slithering around, then pulling off slowly, her lips sliding across the curve of my glans until she ended in a kiss to the end. "You've got such a nice cock, maybe I should just eat you for dinner tonight, hmm?" She stuck her tongue out, and starting at the base ran it all the way to the head. She looked up and grinned. "I like tasting me on your cock." She did it again, moving slightly left, and then slightly right, the last time slipping my cock head back into her mouth. "The taste of me for starters, the taste of you for the main course! If I eat you long enough, will you feed me?" She didn't wait for an answer, just devoured my cock again, this time taking me deeper into her mouth.

"That would be nice, but how about we save that for later so we don't ruin a perfectly good hard on?"

"Uh, uh. I want to suck you off." She said between licks and sucks. "I want to taste you, to feel you cum in my mouth." She put just the head back in her mouth, running her tongue around it. I moaned.

"We could swap and I could eat you?" She ignored me, just continued sucking and tonguing my cock. I gave up trying to talk her out of it, leaned back on my hands and enjoyed the moment.

Except when her eyes were closed in her own enjoyment, she was continually looking at me, presumably watching my expressions. I tried not to disappoint, not holding back with any "um's' or "oh yeah's" or "that's good's". She rapidly worked me toward an orgasm, and then when I was almost there pulled off my cock, her mouth and tongue slithering down the shaft and sucked my balls one at a time. Her hand came up to caress my shaft and cock head while her mouth was occupied below, allowing me recover from the verge of orgasm, only to rise back up and do it again. She expertly took me to the brink one more time. This time as I got close I reached down to stroke her hair which caused her to pull her mouth off me.

"Don't hold me," she snapped, her hand wrapped around my cock, its motion stilled.

"What?" I questioned? My mind - more occupied with the impending explosion from my cock than on coherent thoughts - didn't comprehend.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, but don't hold my head. My husband used to hold my head so I couldn't move. I hate that." It dawned on me that subconsciously that was exactly what my hand had been doing; moving down to tell her what she was doing was perfect, to not move, and subconsciously to keep her from pulling off even though I knew she wasn't going to. I stroked her hair once more without answering, only this time on the side of her head, and then I just leaned back on my hands.

This time when she took me to the brink, she didn't stop. She continued on, taking me over the precipice, sucking and swallowing as I exploded into her mouth with a groan, my arms almost collapsing as I lost control. I felt a forced swallow, saw a dab of white cream appear in the corner of her mouth and begin to run down toward her chin; her hand stroked my cock shaft, milking me into her mouth; this time a smaller gulp and a second swallow, her ability to take what I was giving her catching up with my ability to fill her mouth. Her thumb wiped the errant drop from her chin then slipped between her glistening lips. Her tongue extended, licked the end of my now supersensitive glans then swabbed around it giving me both ecstasy and agony at the same time.

She continued licking and sucking even as my cock shriveled and shrank. I wanted to push her away, instead grabbed the edge of the table, accepting the exquisite agony. Finally she pulled off, looking closely at my now (at best) only semi-hard cock held in her hand. Her tongue slipped from between her lips one more time where she licked the very end, her tongue momentarily penetrating the slit. She looked up at me with a smile, and then leaned sideways resting her head against my leg.

"God I love your cock." She squeezed my now almost completely flaccid cock for several moments, pinched the head between her thumb and forefinger. "He's so squishy." I said nothing, just watching her play with my manhood. When she squeezed the shaft, the blood ran up to the head which swelled slightly. When she released her grip, it shrank back down again.

"That is so cool." She squeezed again, this time starting with the pressure at the bottom of my cock, gradually working to the top, forcing more blood toward the head. The head expanded until it was probably half the size of a full erection. Again she released her grip and the blood ran back into my body.

She looked up at me. "Is that what you do when you make him so big and hard?"

I nodded. "Yes."

She sat up again, leaned forward and took my limp cock in her mouth. I groaned.

"Careful -- it's too sensitive right now." She just held me there, her tongue still, but once again she squeezed at the base, rolling the pressure toward my cock head, releasing below, but this time she reached in with her other hand, started again at the base and squeezed even more blood toward the head which expanded yet again in her mouth. Yet a third time she repeated the motion, this time pulling me out of her mouth to admire the size she'd managed to make me. My cock head had expanded as much as if I actually had an erection, it glistened with her saliva. She released her grip, my cock head rapidly diminished in size, not quite to as flaccid a state as it had been before.

"Oh my god, that is so cool." She reached over as if to pick something up, gripped my cock head lightly with just her fingertips, all of them resting on the edge of my glans. I flinched and groaned again.




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"It's too sensitive right now."

"Sorry." She released her grip, sliding her hand down to my balls which she gently fondled. "You know what would be fun?"

"What's that?"

"I'd like to take you in my mouth, sometime when you're completely soft and suck you hard and make you cum and then feel you shrink all the way down until you're soft again without taking you out of my mouth. That would be so hot."

"Umm. Sounds good to me."

"Anybody ever do that to you before?"

I nodded. "Debs sometimes woke me up with a blow job. She said I was soft when she started, but I didn't wake up until I was already hard. But she did that just so we could fuck, she never sucked me off completely."

She released my cock and stood up between my legs, pushed me back and crawled onto the table, and me, straddling my body. Lying on top of me, she kissed me, and then slid off to the one side. I moved my arm so she could also lie on top of the table. She propped her head up on an arm, her other hand running across my chest, a finger searching out and finding my nipples before running her palm across them.

"Are you interested in dinner?" she asked.

"I'm not particularly hungry as yet." I answered. I'd eaten small amounts on two planes and breakfast at the Miami airport already today, so wasn't particularly in need of any food.

"I wasn't thinking of food" she said, taking my hand which was resting on her bare leg and moving it left just a bit. I cupped her mound, immediately noticing a multitude of pricklies; it had been a while since she shaved. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She responded like a cat, melting into me, her slight moan a virtual purr, her legs spreading just a bit wider. A thought popped into my mind. I glanced around the kitchen.

"I don't know," I said with a teasing voice, slipping my finger out of her love nest but not moving my hand from her mound. "I don't think I'm interested in any dinner."

She stiffened just a bit; was I actually turning her down on an offer to eat her? I let her wonder for a few seconds before continuing, "You've already eaten, but perhaps you could entice me to whip up a dessert. It would take a little preparation," and with that I drug my fingers across the stubble around her pussy so she'd understand what I was getting at, "but I'm good at preparing desserts."

"You didn't tell me you were going to be here, or I'd have shaved this morning."

"All the better, all you need to do is tell me where your stuff is, and I'll do it."

A quick trip to the bathroom allowed me to relieve myself and find her things and moments later I went to work on her.

I can't exactly say for certain that having me shave her pussy aroused her, as she had been wet before I started, but she was certainly just as wet or wetter afterward as she was before I started. She just lay there the whole time, leaning back on her elbows, watching. I trimmed her pubic heart, carefully sharpening the edges as only someone who can really look at what they're doing can do. When I finished, I wiped her clean, then leaned in and kissed her pussy, running my tongue along the length of her slit, burrowing the slight distance it took to caress her clit with my tongue. Her sigh of pleasure let me know she enjoyed it.

"There." I said, wiping my hands on the towel before checking her smoothness once again.

"Umm." She giggled naughtily. "Are you ready for dessert?" She tweaked her legs outward just a bit, opening herself to my eyes just that smidgen more.

"Not quite. That's just the bowl that I've gotten ready, now I've got to get the dessert ready."

Her legs shifted closed just a bit, her eyes narrowed -- wondering what I had in mind. "Just what are you up to?"

"Trust me." I answered, "This will be good. And you should know by now - I love to lick the bowl." Her face broke into a mischievous smile, I felt her relax again. "Now close your eyes and lie back. I'll let you know when you can open them." She did as requested.

It only took a few moments before I found what I thought I would. When I opened the refrigerator - just to see what might be there - she questioned again what I was up to. When I shushed her she said "This better not be cold." I didn't say anything, the extra surprises I'd found in the refrigerator wouldn't be cold for long anyway.

When I was again positioned between her legs with my toys on the floor between my legs, I asked if she wanted to watch. She sat up to lean on her elbows again and, not seeing anything, said "What are you up to?"

I grinned, and reaching to the floor picked up the banana. "We're going to have banana split." I broke the skin and began to peel the smallish banana.

She involuntarily started to close her legs. "What are you going to do with that?"

I stuck my tongue out and licked the end where I'd finished peeling it, then sucked the end into my mouth, careful not to bite it. "I'm going to eat it of course." Her eyes narrowed.

"You're going to do something kinky, aren't you?"

I answered by holding up the now naked banana, and before she could protest, I reached down and slid the peeled banana shaft slowly along the lips of her pussy. I rubbed it back up, stopping where it would be resting against her clit, grinning. "Well, that depends. Just what do you consider kinky?" She didn't answer.

I slid the banana back down until I found a soft spot, and with a gentle push it slid in until there was only about two inches left out, enough to grab and pull it out by later. She made no protest, just watched as it slipped in easily, her own juices making for an easy penetration. Reaching down between my legs I pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup, not giving her a chance to respond before I was pouring it over her pussy and the banana. "I prefer hot fudge, but I guess we'll just have to be content with chocolate syrup." Putting the chocolate back on the floor I came up with the can of whipped cream I'd unexpectedly found in the refrigerator, "And whipped cream, of course." I sprayed just a dollop of cream between the banana and her clit. Reaching back down, I opened the bottle of maraschino cherries, fishing one out, "I know there used to be a natural cherry somewhere here, but I think we need a new one to top it off."

I looked up to her face again, recognizing a look of mixed feelings on it. "I would normally eat a banana split with a spoon, but since it's more a banana in your split, and I really don't have a spoon, I guess I'll just have to do without." With a grin I added, "And my mama told me to never eat with my hands."

I leaned back down and slowly began licking chocolate from her thighs, catching a tongue full of whipped cream, nibbled the end off of the banana. I licked her other leg, came back and bit off most of the banana that was extended from her body, not quite leaving it flush. I gradually cleaned her up with my tongue, licking the chocolate and most of the cream -- carefully leaving the cherry perched on its mound of whipped cream above her clit. When I came back to the banana, I placed my mouth completely over the remaining stub, and sucked. I was barely able to catch it, but pulled the banana out about an inch with my teeth, biting off the last inch. I felt her hard little nubbin under my upper lip and made sure I pulled her lips out of the way and wiggled my own lips against it before I moved away. I pulled back, making sure she saw me chew and swallow the banana before I leaned back down and put my mouth over the cherry and the cream that was left. I ran my tongue around, teasing her body as much as I was cleaning the cream and getting the cherry into my mouth. I made sure her lips were spread and my tongue twirled around her clit. Gloria moaned; I sensed movement and looked up to see her hands moving toward me.

I reached up and grabbed her wrists, moving them back to her side. "Uh uh, no playing with my food." Reluctantly she moved her hands back to the table where she gripped the edges.

I ran my tongue once more up her slit and across her clit before I smiled up at her. "You know, I believe I can now say I got your Cherry." She just looked at me, her eyes semi-glazed over, her body wanting an orgasm not a silly joke. I saw her hands reach from the edge of the table to cup and squeeze her breasts, her thumbs playing over where her nipples were hiding beneath her bra and shirt. Running my tongue up to her clit I tickled it just a bit which elicited another moan and a contraction of her stomach muscles.

Over the next few minutes I continued removing the rest of the banana from her pussy, bite by bite. Each time I pulled it out I kissed and sucked her pussy lips, licking and playing with more than just the banana, until I sealed my mouth around her pussy and sucked one last time, catching the remaining stub with my teeth to pull it out. With the last piece of banana gone, I swabbed her pussy with my tongue, tongue fucking her before moving back up to her clit which was now even more visibly swollen and protruding from her pussy lips. I sucked it hard for just a moment, eliciting a groan.

I pulled away. "No, don't stop" Gloria whined. Sticking my tongue back out, I forced it between her lips and lapped up and across he clit once, then ran it around, teasing.

"Please, suck me." Her hips were rising now, trying to follow my movement, to force herself against my mouth. Instead I began nibbling her lips again, lapping her nectar, moving back down to keep her on the edge of nirvana. Looking back up her body her hands were once again gripping the edge of the table, her body twisting and squirming as I tortured her below.

I shifted a bit to get a better angle and as I did I noticed a rivulet of chocolate that had run down her leg and across her bottom. I moved my hands from her legs to her bottom to lift a bit, and in doing so noticed that chocolate was also in her butt crack where it had run down from her 'taint. I went as low as I could on her butt, licking up and along the stream of chocolate, and thought "what the hell," and moved to her butt crack. I started at her "taint" licked up and across her pussy, then started again, just a little bit lower and did it again. I felt her tense the first time, a bit more the second, but on the third I tongued her asshole.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, followed by a gurgling sound in her throat. Rather than swiping up to her pussy, I continued to tickle her rosebud with my tongue which was all it took. Her back arched, her bottom pushed into me and she exploded in orgasm. I felt something hit my face, and focused my eyes just in time to see a second, and then a third spurt of clear liquid from her pussy. I moved back up her body, my tongue trailing over her drenched pussy to her clit which I felt throb when I closed my lips over it. I moved my hands up to part her lips, her swollen clit was protruding as much from her body as I'd ever seen. I ran my tongue around her clit; her hands almost instantly grabbed my head to stop me. "Too much," she moaned, "it's too much."

I stopped and stood, my previously limp manhood once again hard. Thirty minutes of shaving and eating Gloria had restored me to action. I stepped forward, my cock at exactly the right level and without hands it bumped perfectly against Gloria's pussy. I moved my hips back and forth, the first time my cock slid up her lips, the second time I did it a bit slower and eased the head of my cock into her pussy. "Oh yeah. Do me." She begged.

Without pulling the head of my cock out, I reached over and one at a time lifted her legs until they rested on my shoulders. Gloria's juices were in a puddle between her legs, a small puddle on the ground where they'd run off the table. Despite the lost juices, her pussy was still sloppy wet. I began fucking her, each thrust creating the sound of wet slapping of flesh. Her hands reached down to grab her legs; I was pushing against them for leverage.

I was using long easy strokes, coming almost completely out before sliding back in to the hilt. Gloria never did come down from her high, as soon as I started fucking her I could tell she was still close. She rolled her head back and forth, her lip sucked between her teeth. I could see her fingers tightening their grip on her legs, and suddenly she convulsed in orgasm again. And again, and then yet again. Little tremors kept convulsing her body. Although the angle was perfect for me, she was so slippery I wasn't going to cum too rapidly, but I never stopped my motion. As my own orgasm approached, the little shivers going through her both became stronger and lasted longer. I could tell that Gloria was nearing something explosive.

"I'm... getting close... cum with me." Despite my request, despite her impending climax, I could tell I was closer than she was. "Finger yourself. Strum your clit, make yourself cum with me." Her hand dropped from her leg, went into a buzz saw back and forth motion on her pubic bone just above her clit.

"Oh, almost... almost..." I almost couldn't grunt out the "now" but when I did, her finger moved that slight fraction of an inch to direct contact with her clit and we orgasmed together. I spurted my load deep into her pussy, feeling my cock throbbing, feeling her pussy contracting as I held myself deep inside her. Her legs contracted behind me, keeping me buried deep within her, my own legs were rubbery from the exertion. I stood panting, watching Gloria's chest heaving from her own panting, beads of sweat glistening above her blouse on her flushed chest.

I remained buried to the hilt; my own pounding heart slowing just as Gloria's panting was slowing. Several minutes later, my cock had shrunk until it fell out of her pussy, a small gusher of semen and pussy juice adding to the mess on the table edge and floor. Gloria took a deep breath and let out a sigh of contentment. "Was it good for you?" I asked in my most innocent voice, as if I didn't know.

She sighed once again. "Oh God yes. God yes." I eased her legs off my shoulders, and when I reached out a hand, hers came up and took it. I helped her upright; she slid forward into my arms. Looking down, she looked up and our lips met. She kissed me hungrily, and then pulled away. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"I think you say that every time, don't you?"

"It's the truth, I can't believe it, but it just keeps getting better."

We moved to the bathroom, Gloria cupping her pussy with her hand to keep from dribbling, and we showered together. Afterward we moved to her bedroom where we curled together in her bed, falling asleep.

~

It wasn't long, probably just a short time, before she woke me by saying, "You really are a kinky bastard aren't you? Did you really tongue my asshole?"

"Hum hmm." I answered groggily.

"And eat a banana from my pussy?"

"Hum hmm," this time a bit more awake. I'd have to get up almost immediately or I'd be asleep for the evening. What with the time change, even though it was still early evening here, it was approaching midnight from where I'd been, and I certainly hadn't had a good night's sleep on the plane.

"What is it about you?" Gloria asked. I didn't know exactly what she was asking, so I didn't answer.

"Ever since I've met you it's like everything nasty or naughty or kinky or perverted or twisted that's ever crossed my mind is on my mind all the time."

"Is that what got you so horny?"

"Huh?"

"When you came home. You were like a bitch in heat; you wanted sex when you walked in the door. What turned you on?"

She was silent.

"It was something, wasn't it?" Again she was silent. My only half awake mind pawed through what we'd talked about -- came up with an answer.

"It's the computer nerd." I said simply. She didn't admit, she didn't deny. I said nothing, just squeezed her naked breast where it rested in my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers. A minute or so went by.

"He's like a kid. I don't know what it is, he's so socially inept, and I catch him peaking at me -- stopping by to say hi by pretending he had something he needed to do in the area. And it's like I want to flash him, to show him my titties and ask him if that's what he wants to see. And when he actually has to be around me for something I know he's always getting a hard on... and knowing that it's for me... I get so hot and feel so sexy..."

I waited, she seemed unfinished, but when she said nothing I asked, "Are you going to fuck him?"

"Oh of course not, I couldn't possibly. He's so young, and I've got you..."

"And that has what to do with you fucking him?"

"But we work together -- I'd have to see him every day and ..." her voice trailed off. She hadn't denied that she hadn't been contemplating it or it hadn't crossed her mind.

She rolled over, curling her arms in front of herself and looked at me. I put my arm across her shoulder.

"Ever since I flew to San Diego, you've turned my life upside down."

"How's that?"

"I've done things with you I never dreamed of, or rather things I've only ever dreamed of. A weekend, practically naked at your house... I fucked you when you were practically a stranger - You were a stranger for God's sake, I didn't know you from the man in the moon. I walked naked on a beach... I went to a nude resort and a strip bar and made love to a woman and sucked her husband and almost fucked him, too. And I loved every minute of it. And then you start getting kinky on me, and talked me into using a vibrator in my ass and you eating a banana out of me and stuck your tongue in my ass... And all I can do at night is have dirty, nasty, kinky, sexy dreams about you, and Ron, and Steve and Mary -- and Melissa and doing naughty things that will never happen and I've masturbated and had more hot, satisfying, sex in the last couple of months than I've had in my entire life." She stopped, I'd heard it all, but my ear had fixated on one thing she'd said.

"You almost fucked him? Steve?"

She bit her lower lip, realizing she'd slipped -- probably not meaning to really say that. At last she nodded. "Yes."

I nodded back. "Me too."

She looked puzzled momentarily. "You... almost fucked Steve?"

"Oh no," I laughed. "Heaven forbid. No, it was Mary."

"When?"

"In the pool. You were playing with Steve, Mary was rubbing up and down on my cock... and she rose up a bit too much and when she slid back down if she hadn't stopped, I'd have been in her."

"You didn't really penetrate her though."

"My cock head did. She stopped, and I knew she really wanted it. She was offering, if I hadn't said no, she'd have done it."

"Oh."

"I'm pretty sure they just said they don't swap so we'd play with them, because you said you couldn't."

"Me too."

"Huh?" It was my turn to not understand what she'd said.

"Me too. I'm sure they would have fucked if we'd said yes."

"Why's that?"

"Because Steve told me. In the pool, probably about that same time. He said that they really do still swap sometimes and they wanted to with us if we wanted to with them."

"And you wanted to?"

"The only reason I didn't was because we didn't have any condoms."

"There were in the house." She didn't say anything for a moment.

"I'm glad I didn't know that."

She twisted, rolled in my arms so her back was to my chest. My arm draped across her shoulder, my hand resting comfortably on her breast. Her right hand rose and gripped my hand holding it to her, her nipple a hard little diamond in the palm of my hand. I moved my hand in a circular motion, her nipple rolling beneath my palm without really changing position. "That feels nice." Gloria whispered a few moments later. I slid my hand back, fingers finding and pinching her nipple rolling the hard little eraser between my thumb and forefinger.

"Why didn't you fuck her?"




Executive Platinum Ch. 10



"Why didn't you fuck him?" I didn't mean to throw it back in her face; it just came out before I thought about it. She didn't answer immediately but after a few moments I added, "I guess I didn't because we sort of had an agreement." I should have made her answer, but instead added, "you too?"

"Yeah." She barely whispered it.

"Hmm." I savored her answer, recognized the flavor. "If we hadn't been there to keep you honest, would you have fucked him?"

Her answer wasn't immediate. "I don't know." I just lay there without saying anything, and a moment later she rolled over, snuggling into my arm where she could look in my face.

"Would you have fucked Mary if I wasn't there?" This time I contemplated my answer before answering.

"Yes, and no. Yes, I'd have gone into the house and gotten some condoms and if she still wanted we'd have fucked. No, in that despite the way we got started, I've discussed it with both you and Janet. If I fuck anyone else it has to be with a condom. And when you fuck this computer geek, you need to use a condom."

"I'm not going to fuck him." I didn't say anything. She lay on my arm, her hand stroking my chest.

"Tell me about your dirty dreams. All these fantasies you don't want to admit to."

"You're a bastard, you know that?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Maybe because you are? I was a good girl before I met you, and now -- all I can think about is being naughty."

"Like how?"

"It's like my past and present lives are coming together in my dreams," She didn't say anything further immediately, and when she spoke, the apparent change of subject caught me by surprise. "Have you ever been to Greece?"

"Yes, but it's been several years."

"When I was growing up, my Dad got National Geographic magazine. He'd keep them for about a year, and then throw most of them away. A few he kept, I never knew why until one day when I was in high school, I think about 16, and I was home sick and bored. I was in bed all morning, and when I got up I began to look through the magazines that he'd saved. He kept them all in order on a shelf in the family room. Any one of us could have looked at them at any time, but being in plain sight, we just never did.

There was one that was about the Minoan civilization, it was before the Greeks or something. The magazine had some pictures of paintings that had been found in some ruin somewhere. I don't know what they were about except that most of the ladies were bare breasted. They weren't just topless, they had dresses that were designed to expose their breasts, probably even to hold them up.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, I had this dream about that magazine picture. I haven't thought about that magazine for years, but in my dream that lady was me. I was at our annual Christmas party and I was dressed just the way she was in that picture. I was walking around with my boobs exposed, only they weren't mine, they were way too big and perfect. All my male co-workers were telling me how great I looked and all my female co-workers were telling me how envious they were and they wished they had breasts like mine.

She paused for a moment then continued. "I think I discovered that day why my dad kept the National Geographic's that he did. After I'd looked at the one, I put it away and took out another. It had a picture from Nicaragua or South America or someplace with this really pretty girl that was bathing in a stream. She was topless of course. When I took out the next magazine, it was an older one; it had an article on some South Pacific islands with pictures of pretty girls who were also topless. I think it was about then that it dawned on me, and I checked. Every one of those magazines had a girl with bare breasts. There were black girls in Africa and the ones in the South Pacific islands and the ones in South America. Somewhere in each of the magazines there was a topless girl somewhere. Some were pretty, some were plain, but somewhere in each of the magazines were girls with bare breasts.

When I first discovered it I thought my dad was perverted or something. I looked at all of them, of course, just to convince myself that he'd kept these girly magazines all those years in plain sight.

A few days after that I was over to my girlfriend's house and I told her what I'd discovered. She made me promise to never tell, and showed me where her father had his pictures. He had a box of stuff in their bedroom. Some of it was really bad compared to my dad's. There was a Playboy that had Marilyn Monroe in it; I think she was the centerfold. That's probably a collector's item now, but it was pretty risqué at the time. But the worst was a picture of a woman and two men. She was sitting naked on a bench with one of the guys on each side of her. They each had a hand under one of her breasts holding it up and she was holding their erections at the same time. I'll never forget that, it was the first time I'd ever seen a picture of an erection. There were more, but that's about the only ones I remember." She paused momentarily in her story, I didn't say anything, just continued to stroke the back of her head, showing her that I was listening.

"But there was something about that picture of the Minoan lady. I don't know what it was, whether she looked so regal or what. There were other pictures, but somehow that one intrigued me. I went back and checked it out a couple of times, wondering how it would feel to be dressed naughty like that, wondering how they could dress so naughty without looking really slutty, wondering what the difference was. I kept thinking about it, until one day I tried it. I'd stayed home, not feeling well, so I was alone all day. I was feeling better in the afternoon, and got up to get dressed. I had this white blouse that covered my shoulders but left my chest bare and put that one on, and was thinking about the Minoan ladies and their bare chests. I was in my room and pulled it down under my breasts, but my bra was in the way so I took it off. I remember looking at myself in the mirror, modeling and posing, thinking that I looked just as good as the Greek lady did even if my breasts were smaller. I remember thinking that it wasn't so bad, that it would be fun to dress like that so everyone would admire my boobs. I left them out, and walked around the house. The more I did it, the bolder I got. I went out into the back yard, knowing that no one could see into the yard. I normally started dinner, so when I went into the kitchen and started dinner -- I did it without covering up. I turned on the TV, watching it topless... the whole time telling myself just how natural it was to be dressed this way.

Maybe I wanted to get caught, I don't know. I knew it was about time for my parents to get home, but I didn't think they were there yet. The show I was watching ended, I decided to go check on dinner without covering up. I figured I'd do that when they came home and they wouldn't know any different. I stood up and walked into the hall, and my Dad was standing inside the front door, he'd just come in. I screamed when I saw him I was so startled, immediately turning and popping my breasts back into my blouse, and turning right back around told him he'd startled me. I knew he had to have seen me -- he was looking right at me but he didn't say a thing about what he'd seen. I told him I was just going in to finish up dinner, which I did. I was so embarrassed; my face had to have been bright red. I'd have died if he said anything but he didn't.

He just got his paper and came into the kitchen and made himself a drink like he always did, and just asked how my day had been but didn't say anything before going out to the living room and sitting in his chair. I knew he looked at me with a sideways glance a couple of times, but I just kept getting dinner ready, hoping he wouldn't say anything. Mom got home a few minutes later and it didn't take her long at all. She took one glance at me and asked if Dad was home yet. When I said he was, she just said "Oh". I didn't think she knew anything until a couple of minutes later when she said "Sweetie, it's OK when it's just us girls if you don't want to wear a bra, but you need to wear one when you're wearing a white blouse like that."

I was mortified. I looked down and realized that what I was wearing was practically see through. When I got to my room I looked in the mirror and realized it was even more see through than I thought. I couldn't bear to go back out and face my dad, when Mom called for dinner a few minutes later I said I still wasn't feeling well and stayed in my room."

"Did he ever say anything?"

She'd been looking at my chest as she ran her fingers through my hair, but now looked up at me. "No. He never said anything, but I know he knew. It was a week or so later that all his National Geographic's disappeared. I never did find out if he got rid of them or hid them somewhere."

"At least he didn't embarrass you."

"No, he didn't. I'd completely forgotten that happened until a couple of weeks ago when I had that dream."

"I knew you had an exhibitionistic side to you. You've been doing it since you were a teenager. "

"Not really. I mean, I was married and my husband saw me naked, but until that weekend at your house, I don't think I've ever been seen even partly naked by someone that wasn't supposed to."

"That's no big deal, and your dream wasn't either as far as that's concerned."

"Not if that was the only one." It came out almost as a mumble, a whisper that I barely heard.

"And??" I waited.

"A few days after that I had another dream. I dreamed I was sitting on the bench I told you about, just like the naked girl holding the two cocks, only I wasn't naked. It was you and Steve; I was jacking you both off at the same time, one in each hand." She reached down with her hand, taking my mostly soft cock into her hand, just holding me. "I was jerking you off and suddenly Mary was standing naked in front of me and she said she was there to help out. She knelt down in front of me and suddenly I was naked on the bench, just like the girl in the picture. Only in my dream, Mary was eating me, I was jacking you and Steve off and your cocks kept getting bigger and bigger. I just kept getting hornier and hornier."

"And?" I asked, not sure why she'd stopped.

"I came."

"In the dream?"

"No. I mean yeah. I came a bit later but then I came in my dream. We all came in my dream. You and Steve. I was jacking you both and each stroke you were shooting great big streams of cum, and each time you shot off I spasmed... and..."

"And what?" She didn't answer. I didn't say anything for a few moments

"And what were you going to say?"

She was very quiet when she finished. "I looked down, in my dream, and it wasn't Mary anymore." I bobbed my head knowingly, once, instantly sensing what was coming.

I waited; a moment or two later I said, "It was Melissa?" Again she didn't answer. "It's ok, it's just a dream -- a fantasy."

"I know, but since I've met you it's almost like I'm living my fantasies."

"And what's wrong with that?" She didn't say anything immediately, but soon continued.

"Some fantasies shouldn't come true. But I feel like I've got to tell you because it involves you."

"You don't have to tell me anything."

"But I want to."

"So, you were jacking me and Steve on the beach, and Mary was eating you, and we all began orgasming..." I prompted. She started again almost immediately.

"I was watching you and Steve cumming in my hands, and I was cumming, and... when I looked down, it wasn't Mary anymore. Melissa was tonguing me, she was on her hands and knees and looking up at me with a big smile. But she wasn't moving her tongue - she was holding it still and her whole head was moving, and she was cumming, too. Every time her tongue moved against my clit, I could tell she was having an orgasm and I had an orgasm and she'd fall back and she'd move forward again and I had another cum and she had another cum and I kept thinking "how is she doing that?" And then I looked behind her... and it was you. Suddenly you weren't in my hand anymore, and Steve was gone, and it was just you and me and Melissa, and you were fucking her and I could tell you were still shooting off on every stroke only you were inside her... and she was fucking me and every time you came, she would cum and I would cum. We were all coming together; every time you shot off inside her we'd all cum."

She stopped, but somehow I knew it wasn't over. "And then what?"

"And then I came. I mean - I really came, not just in the dream. I woke myself up and I'd made a mess and had to get up and put on clean sheets."

We just lay there for a moment or two, saying nothing. I saw her stir a bit and look up at me. "Well? What are you thinking?"

I looked down at her, without any expression, knowing she'd just bared her sexual soul to me; one helluva kinky soul, but in that respect, apparently we were kindred spirits. I leaned down, kissed the top of her head which was all I could reach without moving any further. "I think that is one kinky dream. Like you said, maybe that's one fantasy that shouldn't come true." I pushed her a bit, she understood and moved aside. I stood up.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting up. All this sex and talk of sex has made me hungry, and if I'm going to have to start doing you and your daughter, I'm going to have to eat." She hit me. What is it about women and beating on men?



Executive Platinum Ch. 11



I jumped in the shower to rinse off, joined just moments later by Gloria, who I left washing up before we got distracted into even more extra-curricular activities. Although I don't normally take a lot of clothes on work trips besides those needed for work, I generally take something just a bit nicer than well-worn Levi's for the occasional night like this. I had along a pair of Dockers and at least one nice shirt which really needed a touch of ironing. I poked my head back into the bath where Gloria was just climbing out of the shower and she directed me to the iron which I set up in the front room. 

When I finished up with the shirt, I headed back to the bedroom to find Gloria standing in front of the full length mirror on her closet door. Her bottom glowed pink from the hot shower; a black bra strap and matching black thong panties the only thing keeping her backside from being totally naked. Her front side was reflected in the mirror, the sheer thong did nothing to hide the crease of her pussy or pubic heart, although her arms were crossed, her hands cupping her breasts. When I walked in, she looked up at me in the mirror and smiled. Slowly she dropped her hands out of the way, revealing her nipples and breasts peeking out of the half cup bra. Her nipples were erect; I wondered whether it was because of her hands or what was going through her mind. 

"There was a note from Melissa that said "You should wear this, Jim will like it." She paused for effect and continued, "And just how did she know that?"

I walked up behind her, ignoring her question. I let out an "umm" of appreciation. "I would say she was right" I answered without answering her. My hands fondled her ass cheeks before slipping around her waist and pulling her back against me. I ran my hands up her body, replacing hers on her breasts. "God you are so hot," I whispered into her ear, smelling her clean scent from the shower. "Have you got something to wear it with?" I'd slid my hands back under her breasts, lifting gently, my thumbs playing with her nipples. Her hands rose again, covering my hands and especially covering her breasts.

"Huh" she smirked. "Fat chance with that."

"Why's that?" I persisted, moving her hands to give my thumbs access once again to play with the two pert jewels ornamenting her breasts.

"I couldn't, I live here -- what if we ran into someone I know..." her voice trailed off, her eyes closed as a little shiver ran through her body.

"Then they'll be like me," I answered. They'll recognize you're a very sexy, desirable woman." I sucked her earlobe into my mouth. I brought my fingers to my thumbs, squeezing her nipples between them. 

"I couldn't..."

"You could," I answered, another shiver coursing through her body. "And you know you want to." I kissed her neck, her body responded, her nearly naked bottom pushing back against me. "Have you got something sheer, something see-through?"

"No. Not see through." I couldn't help but smile at the slip. Her answer wasn't telling me she didn't have anything sheer, it was telling me that see-through would be too much, or rather, too little. I knew I had her right where she wanted to be.

"You'll find something." I turned to head back out to the living room to put on my shoes and phone for a taxi.

She called me back just as I finished my shoes. 

I found her posing in the door to the closet wearing a little black number; the proverbial black dress, the staple of all nightclub scenes, the sexy accoutrement of every beautiful woman. The front had a plunging neckline, soft folds of cloth rose over her breasts towards her neck, ending in a choker. The tie that held the half cups of her bra together was just below the plunge through her cleavage, making it appear from the front that she was braless, her hard nipples barely discernible bumps in the cloth over her breasts. The loose upper cloth smoothed into a form fitting lower that hugged her bottom and hips, draping elegantly onto her legs. It wasn't a dress for the faint of heart or overweight; the woman wearing it needed a body she could be proud of. Gloria fit the bill on all points. I complemented her on how stunning she appeared. "You're sure?" she questioned, turning to check herself in the mirror, "it's not too revealing?" When she turned, I could see her bra strap completely exposed on her otherwise bare back. A couple of inches above the top or the dress, there was no doubt that the dress was meant to be worn braless.

Stepping up to her backside I ran my hands over her naked shoulder blades and down to the bra where I managed to undo the catch in one motion. Unusual for me; I've been a fumbler, at least when it comes to bra straps, all my life. Her hands rose to her breasts to hold the bra in place.

"You're gorgeous," I whispered in her ear, "and smoking hot," my nose nuzzled behind her ear again. "But you can't wear a bra with this, it shows too much." I pulled gently on the one side, she moved her hands, and it slid down and out. I put it on the dresser, turning her to face the mirror again. Turning sideways, the loose material shifted slightly, the pale skin of the side of her breast barely coming into view. 

"I can't..." her hands pulled the loose cloth back against her body, "I'm practically falling out." 

"No, you're not. It just feels that way because you're not used to it." I pulled her hands away from the top allowing it to settle back down into its normal position. "You're hot. You're sexy, and a very desirable, confident, woman that knows it. Nothing is going to show that you don't want to show." Looking me in the face, I saw the indecision disappear. Turning she picked up her shoe with her toes, bending slightly to slip it over her heel with one hand, then the other, just as a horn beeped outside.

"Let's go before I change my mind," she said, her hands again rising to put the material back in place and push my hand from her bottom where I'd reached out to its unblemished curve as she'd bent over for her shoes. I reluctantly obeyed.

The Restaurant at the Hyatt is atop a tower, looking very much like a golf ball on a tee. A glass elevator rises thirty some stories from the hotel below into the night sky where the restaurant itself is completely surrounded by an observation deck. A chain cage completely surrounds the restaurant and observation deck, providing fall protection and at the same time a Faraday cage to protect the occupants from lightning. The entire city unfolds beneath, an iridescent, three dimensional map of roads and lights. Looking down from the observation deck, on the edge of the ball, there is nothing but a drop for thirty stories, giving the impression of being suspended in air. The view, to say the least, was spectacular. 

"That's my building," Gloria pointed out as we made the tour of the deck after dinner, trying to explain what I should look at using landmark buildings and references that I didn't understand at all. She'd earlier pointed out the grassy knoll and the building where JFK had been shot; at least those locations I'd been able to decipher from the unfamiliar surroundings. But her building? To me it was just one of many skyscrapers visible in an indecipherable maze. "See those two tall buildings?" She tried again, her arm pointing at a mass of buildings that to me were all tall. 

Standing behind her as I was, I slid forward, my arms slipping again beneath her arms and dress to her naked breasts. "Jim!" she exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder. Her hand had risen to cover herself and force my hand away, but as she glanced over her shoulder and realized no one could see us, she stopped. "You are so bad!"

"And you so love it." Her nipples had almost immediately hardened to my touch. She pressed back against me, my cock hardening against her bottom, until I caught site of another couple approaching in my peripheral vision and removed my hands, sliding them down around her waist. She continued to push her bottom back against me, grinding, whenever their eyes were safely away.

"Two can play at that game, Mister." She giggled as I tried to back away. 

"Did you hear me complaining?" I asked, my hand that was away from the other couple sliding in under the cloth of her black dress and over her breast again. Her nipple was still hard.

"Let's go to your office." I suggested, "Show me where you work.

The elevator door closed behind us, and unlike the trip up, we found ourselves alone. I stood behind Gloria, both of us facing out looking at the city. I had my hands on her hips; I let them traverse her waist to squeeze her bottom. She giggled.

"I don't think you've had your hands off me when we've been alone since we left the house." I pushed my front up against her bottom, my hands sliding up and under the top of her dress to her breasts again.

"Are you complaining?" I whispered in her ear, my hands pushing the dress to the middle until it slid between her breasts, leaving them covered only by my hands.

"Jim!" she said, a touch of panic in her voice, her hands reaching to cover herself again. "Someone could see."

Instead of letting her pull the dress back into place, I pulled the cloth together into one hand, gripping it where it draped between her naked breasts. "Maybe. Maybe someone's looking at a glass elevator 30 stories up and seeing you...." I gripped her wrist as she tried to cover herself, gently pulling her arm back to her side leaving her standing before me bare breasted, "seeing you showing off your beautiful titties for the city." She didn't fight me, allowing me to move her hand to her side where I released her arm and the dress, again moving my hands over her breasts, fondling them, feeling her hard little diamonds in my palms. Her breathing quivered in my ear. The non-stop elevator rapidly approached the ground floor, slowing as the ground rose to greet us. I caught the dress with my thumbs, again positioning her dress to cover her as I removed my hands. 

The concierge, waiting in the room at the bottom, called us a cab while we stepped out to the sidewalk. "See? There was nobody out here to see you," I teased as we stood on the sidewalk. She leaned against me, my arms wrapped around her. "Wanna do it again?" I started sliding my hands up from her waist, her hands rapidly grasping mine to resist me, just as a taxi turned the corner, the headlights momentarily sweeping across us. "Oh darn, saved by the Taxi."

"Stop it!" she giggled. I did. 

A five minute cab ride through the semi-abandoned streets of the business district landed us at her glass and concrete tower. Her card afforded us access to the lobby where we signed in with a young security guard who couldn't take his eyes off Gloria. I just followed her lead, putting my hand in the small of her back as we walked away. We turned the corner to the elevators, I started to drop my hand to her bottom but she stopped me, her hand reaching around to grab my fingers pulling them back up around her waist instead.

"They've got security camera's almost everywhere," Gloria said, her hand pointing to the little black bulb of a hidden camera outside the elevators. Her point was understood; mind my manners as the security guard was watching. I wondered what security guard would think she was telling me when she obviously pointed right at the camera. The way his eyes hadn't left her when we had been in sight, I was fairly certain that, if at all possible, he was still watching her on the camera.

"Ever been here dressed like this before?" I questioned, as the elevator door closed behind us. I once again pulled her back against me, my hands slithering over the sides of her body from bottom to breasts and back.

"Jim!" she half-heartedly protested, but it wasn't until the elevator slowed and the ding of our 24th floor destination sounded that she attempted to put a stop to my roving hands. The door slid open, another camera ball positioned in front of the elevator spying on us as we exited. 

The office appeared to be empty, security lights in hallways the only light from inside. The reflected lights from adjacent buildings shining through blind-less windows provided a soft glow so that we weren't totally in the dark and transformed everything from a black into a muted grey. There was just enough light that she was able to give me the tour without turning on additional lighting. 

"This is my office," Gloria said, stepping into a large room with four cherry wood desks. One desk was against the window; Gloria's desk was just inside the door opposite the window, while two other desks, obviously in inferior positions, finished the room off. An angled seat position at her desk had her normally facing toward the door opening. It was obvious nobody from outside the room could see what she was doing, explaining how she'd been able to masturbate without anyone being the wiser. Roommates would have been a different matter, but if everyone was gone, she'd had a virtually private, but large, office. Walking over to the wall of windows, she proceeded to show me the Hyatt tower where we'd just been, the single landmark easily discernible to my inexperienced eye. 

I turned away, wandering back to her desk and she immediately followed. I flipped the light on as I walked by the switch, the harsh florescent lights suddenly changing the room from shades of gray to the pastels and browns of the carpets and walls. I pushed her desk chair to one side, and turned to sit on the desk, my legs dangling. She slid into my arms, and without saying anything we kissed. A simple touching of the lips to start, she increased the tempo, her mouth coming open, her hand sliding up behind my head. Her tongue split my lips; I sucked it into my mouth, relishing its softness. She withdrew; I chased it with my own into her mouth where she fellated it in a marvelous simulation of a blow job. I lifted my legs, wrapping them behind hers to hold her to me; her free hand ran across my chest, found my nipple and played there momentarily before sliding between us to squeeze my hardening cock. I broke the kiss.

"Is this what you were imagining? Me, sitting on your desk, with us kissing and playing touchy-feely? I'd slid my hands back to her breasts, fondling them through the silky material. She didn't answer, I just kissed her again; her mouth open, her tongue attacking mine. I slid my hands to her sides, pushing the cloth again to the middle so I could easily see and fondle her bare breasts. 

She pulled away from the kiss, glancing over her shoulder towards the open windows, but made no effort to cover herself or push my hands away, just holding herself against my chest. "Don't worry, there's nobody watching," I whispered, nuzzling her cheek as I did.

"How do you know?"

"Who sits around watching dark office windows in the middle of the night? Anybody in a lighted room we'd see, and anybody in a dark room would have been bored stiff hours ago." 

She turned her face up to me again; I relinquished her nipples, sliding my hands behind her onto her ass to hold her body to me. We broke the kiss again moments later, a sigh of contentment escaping from her as she cuddled her head to my chest. She giggled.

"God you bring the naughty out in me."

"Why's that?" I questioned, again running my hands onto her bottom. 

"I was thinking of this morning..." It suddenly popped into my head what she'd described herself doing at her desk earlier that day. 

"Oh yeah, you wanted me to be under your desk, taking care of you, hmmm?" She didn't answer; I pushed her away and stood up.

"How do you turn your computer on?" I asked, turning back to the desk.

"Why?"

"Because if someone did show up, don't you want them to think you've got a reason to be here in the middle of the night?" I pulled her back to me, her arms around me, and this time as my hands slid over her hips, I began working the dress up to get underneath it.

"Jimmy!" she said in alarm, her head again swiveling toward the windows which now appeared virtually as a mirror, reflecting visions of ourselves with ghostly silhouettes of skyscrapers and eyes of occasionally lit windows in the background. Her hand reached for her bottom to keep me from exposing her naked tush. "I can't do that, what if somebody sees?" I didn't stop, gently pulled the material from between her fingers, exposing more and more of her shapely legs, visible to me in the reflecting windows. 

"Jimmy, I can't! We can't! I work here, what if someone shows up?" I'd gotten the material high enough that the bottom of her naked cheeks were now visible. I worked my fingers under the edge, reaching for her thong. Although her hand was still on her back side, she really wasn't trying to stop what I was doing.

"Nobody's here. The lights were out, the place is quiet, and it's almost midnight. Who is going to show up?" She hadn't really been resisting, but now as I slid her thong down her legs, she didn't even pretend. I got her panty down to her knees; she lifted one leg, stepping momentarily out of her heels to slip them off. 

She bit her lower lip, her eyes alive with arousal. I pushed her slightly downward and back, she reached behind for the chair, sitting. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and started inching backward into the chair alcove. "Better start that computer, haven't you got an e-mail or something you need to get out? " 

She reached for the computer, I ducked my head just a little more, and spied her panties where we'd dropped them. She was about to roll a chair wheel over them, I grabbed them, immediately realizing they were more than just a little damp. Holding them up to my nose, I inhaled Gloria's arousal; there was no doubt that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Setting the panties aside, I reached over and ran my hands up Gloria's naked legs toward her thighs, putting pressure on them to draw her closer under the desk. "Raise your bottom," I commanded, her dress was pinched between her and the chair. She rose a bit; I slid the dress back so her naked butt was now on the black leather seat. I grabbed her just below her knees, pulling her toward me. She scooched forward, then again, until her naked pussy was right at the edge of the chair. "I want to hear some typing." I said, sliding my finger forward along her inner thigh until I just touched her pussy lips. She gasped. I gently splayed her legs open.

"Typing my naughty girl! Do your job or no play time for you," I reminded a few seconds later when I hadn't heard anything. 

"Be patient, it's booting," she answered.

"It's booty?" I said, sliding my hand once again up her thighs, this time running my index finger between her slippery lips, finding the soft warm spot and sliding it in. Her legs twitched in response to my probing touch. "No, it's not booty, I think its pussy." I pulled my hand back, bringing it to my face, smelling her wetness, her nectar, before sucking it into my own mouth. "Umm, and such sweet, tasty pussy it is. Dessert of the gods!" I listened for a second, heard some stuttered key strokes, some pauses, more keystrokes. "Are you being a good girl and doing your e-mail?" 

"Yes."

"And are you wanting to be a naughty girl and have me lick and eat your pussy?"

"Yes." Her typing had stopped.

"I don't hear you..." her fingers began typing again, something. I know not what, but as she began typing I began kissing inside her knee, working my way up her leg to the promised land.

I worked slowly, moving from one leg to the other, kissing my way forward, gradually spreading her thighs further apart, making room for me to move even closer. Every once in a while I realized her typing had stopped, so I'd pause, and she'd soon start again. As I gradually spread her legs, moving forward inch by agonizing inch, I could see her arousal, see her glistening pussy lips, see them puffier than normal, her clit standing proudly above her slit, a little pink pea protruding from its protective sheath of skin. 




Executive Platinum Ch. 11



Eventually there was no more leg to kiss my way up and I began to kiss around her pussy. I licked her lips, staying away from her clit, sucking her labia into my mouth, bending my neck backwards so I could slither my tongue as far up her vagina as I could. Backing off just a bit, I lowered myself just enough that when I leaned forward again; my nose was right at her shiny pink opening. I pushed forward, not really able to penetrate her with my nose, but her pussy lips spread around it, and I began moving upward, my nose between her lips, sliding through the slippery notch of her sex until it rubbed against her clit, eliciting a gasp and a quick reflexive jerk. I'd been feeling little quivers through her legs, twitches of arousal and response to my teasing, but now as my tongue finally glided over her clit, she moaned and leaned back in the chair, pushing her pussy to my awaiting tongue. She wasn't even pretending to type anymore; I let it go. 

I listened to her breathing, her gasps of breath; I felt her twinging legs, the way they clamped around my head, the way they flexed in an involuntary kegel exercise. I felt, I gauged, I played until I had her on the edge, both literally on the edge of the chair and figuratively on the edge of cumming, and then, leaning in just that little bit more I sucked her clit, pushing hard against it with my tongue, running it back and forth across her most intimate bundle of nerves. Her legs clamped around me, her legs pinching my head, tremors of orgasm spasming her body to the movements of my tongue.

I'd slowed my motions, just holding my tongue against her clit, allowing her to slowly come down from her orgasm. Her hand was rubbing the back of my head when I heard the distinctive slam of a door somewhere in the building. My ears perked up, Gloria must not have heard it as she made no effort to move or straighten up. My ears had perked up, but I heard nothing for maybe 30 seconds when I heard a male voice speak loudly, "Anyone here?" 

Gloria not just sat up, but bolted upright, the chair pushed back by her legs, her hands pulling and smoothing her dress back into place. She didn't even pay attention to me, just bolted around from behind the desk to the open doorway. "Hello?" from a much closer position than before was answered immediately by Gloria.

"Ron! What are you doing here?" The name didn't ring a bell with me at first.

"Oh, Hi Gloria." There was a slight pause and he blurted out, "Wow, you look hot". He immediately realized the blunder, "I mean - you always look nice but you, um..." He realized he had a size 10 planted about three feet down his own throat and no way to back out.

"Thanks Ron. My boyfriend and I were on a date and I realized I had an important e-mail that I hadn't gotten out, and as long as we were close we just came by for a minute. We didn't realize anyone was here."

When he said "I just got in, we've got a planned maintenance on the server and I'm going to take it down for a couple of hours here in a few minutes," it clicked as to who this was. Ron, the IT guy; Ron the IT guy with the hots for Gloria who just happened at the moment to look extremely hot. Ron the IT guy who'd been looking down Gloria's blouse and now here she was, standing there talking to him in a hot dress and wearing absolutely nothing, no bra and no panties, underneath. I looked over, reached for her panties beside me on the floor and quietly slipped them into my pocket.

"I didn't know anyone would be here, I was just checking to make sure before I shut it down." 

"Give me a second, I'll shut down and we'll be out of here." She'd played it very coy, but I don't think she expected Ron to follow her into the office. From my vantage point under the desk, I could just see his shoes; he was standing just inches from me, separated by just the kickboard of the desk. Gloria came around the front side of her desk, pulling the chair back into typing position and sat down. If he'd followed her around the desk, there was no way I could explain my position. Luckily he stayed where he was. 

"You're here with your boyfriend?" I could sense him looking around.

"Yeah, he stopped at the bathroom." I cringed. Lies, even little ones, have a way of coming back and biting you. I just sat still, moments later she indicated she was done and shutting down the computer and with an "OK, Thanks," Ron and his shoes departed the room.

Gloria didn't move for 30 seconds, and when I started to move to come out from under her desk, she whispered "Stay there," and again got up and headed to the door. A peek outside, and she immediately turned around telling me the coast was clear. I climbed out and dusted off the knees of my pants. 

As soon as I stood up, I turned to Gloria, and found her standing with a shocked look on her face. "OH my god -- do you think he suspected anything? He almost caught us, caught me! I'd have fucking lost my job!" she stage whispered to me as I approached her. She bit her lower lip again, a grin crossing her face. I stepped up to her; she practically leapt into my arms, kissing me, her tongue shoving into my mouth. She pulled away and turned, grabbed my hand. "Take me home so I can fuck your brains out."

We were halfway across the outer office when she suddenly stopped, a horrified look on her face. "I forgot my panties!" she whispered, looking toward the front of the office. I'd suspected why she'd stopped, and taken two steps as she began to start back. 

Reaching into my pants pocket I pulled them out and stopped her. "You mean these?" I dangled them from a finger, just enough for her to realize I had them. 

"Oh my God, thanks," she said, stepping toward me, her hand out. I just smiled and slid them into my pocket again, continuing to walk a bit ahead of her. 

"What do you think Ron would say if he found them?" I asked over my shoulder. "Should I leave them in the bathroom for him to find?" She caught my arm, and pulled.

"Give them to me."

I shook my head. "Nope, don't think so. Good things happen when you don't wear panties." I grinned at her.

"You really can be a bastard, you know it?" 

"Who, Me?" I grinned back at her, just as we reached the entry hall. A door was standing open just to one side of the entryway that hadn't been open when we'd arrived, a light shining into the hall. I assumed it was probably the server room, which was confirmed seconds later when Ron stepped into the hall, a computer board in bubble wrap in his hand. 

Ron was as Gloria had described. Tall, a bit geeky looking, I estimated early twenties. Not bad looking as far as that is concerned. Dark black hair, a bit of 'bad boy" five o'clock shadow, and a small gold earring. Physically I would have said he was "skinny", there didn't appear to be an ounce of fat on him, but he wasn't a body builder either. Just a normal, geeky, IT guy. Gloria introduced us, I shook his hand and said hi, and almost immediately he said good bye as he had to get the server back up.

I put my arm around Gloria, holding her close while we waited for the elevator. Without thinking I slid my hand onto her bottom, rubbing and squeezing her bum through her dress. She wiggled against my hand a bit, and said "Be good," but didn't attempt to stop me. As the door closed, I looked up and saw the telltale little black camera shield in the hallway, realized we might have just been on Candid Camera. Actually I realized we were on camera, it just was whether anyone was watching or not. I figured that Gloria must have forgotten the camera, but she squashed that thought when she said "Do you think the guard was watching you play with my butt?"

"God, I'm sorry, Gloria, I forgot it was there." She turned facing me.

"You know what? I don't fuckin' care." With that she pulled my face down to hers. I started to kiss her, but she stopped, and sniffed. "Umm. Your face smells like my pussy," and kissed me. 

I stood to one edge of the guard desk looking over the counter while Gloria signed out for us. A bank of TV's was flicking from scene to scene, all except for one slightly larger one that was locked on. An elevator door was displayed; a small number 24 was displayed in the upper right hand corner. The security guards eyes follow us as we headed out the door.

A taxi was idling just a block away; all I had to do was step to the curb, raise a hand to wave and the taxi scooted across the one way street and pulled to a stop in front of us. I pulled the sliding door on the van open for Gloria; she slid clear into the back. I followed so there was a full bench seat in front of us. No sooner had we given the address and pulled out than Gloria lay down on the seat, her back in my lap, arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers to kiss me. I glanced at the front; certainly the most the driver could see would be a couple of people kissing in the very back, if he was seeing anything at all. Gloria's body was mostly below the seat anyway, and although I saw his eyes flick to the rearview mirror, for the most part he was just watching the road. 

Gloria's free hand was all over my body, roaming up my chest, touching my cheek, running down my abdomen, finding and squeezing my cock. I figured if she was playing with me, she wouldn't mind me playing with her either, and she didn't. I soon had the dress between her breasts again, my fingers finding and playing with her bare nipples; little, almost silent, moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth into mine. When I ran my hand down her belly toward her crotch, her hand followed, pulled the dress up and out of the way, allowing me easy access to her pussy. I don't know whether she was wet again, or still, but her pussy was silky smooth with her juices. Remembering not to just reach for her clit no matter how much I wanted to touch it, I played with her pussy lips, pulling them, rubbing against her pubic bone, finally slipping my middle finger inside her. Despite my attempts to be quiet, her pussy made wet squishy sounds as I finger fucked her. I changed to two fingers, pulling them up against her insides and began stroking; putting pressure where I figured her g-spot had to be. We hadn't broken our kiss since we started, sucking tongues, kissing passionately. When I did this, she seemed to melt against me even more, and when her hand disappeared from where she'd been playing with me, I opened my eyes to watch her stroking her bare nipple with her fingers. A few moments later she shifted again, this time I watched as she reached down, her hand sliding in beneath mine as she began to masturbate herself. Rubbing around her clit, pulling her juices up to lubricate it and then swirling her finger around and around, she masturbated on the outside while I masturbated her from the inside. 

Even though our lips were locked together, her breathing let me know she was approaching an orgasm. Shuddering intakes through her nose, I could tell she was losing concentration on our kissing. When she began to suck my tongue insistently, wanting something inside her besides my fingers, I knew she was close. Her fingers had become a little buzz saw against her clit, and suddenly she tensed, her pussy squeezing my fingers, her fingers becoming still on her clit as she came. I swallowed her moan, she quit breathing momentarily, holding her breath until I broke our kiss. A sharp inhale; I could tell it was all she could do to have kept quiet as she came. 

I glanced up at the taxi driver. Although it still didn't appear that he was paying attention to us, I wondered if he had a clue what had just transpired in the back of his cab, or whether he was just discreetly looking away. 

I held a hand for Gloria as she slid out behind me, her dress once again covering everything it was supposed to. Gloria headed towards the front door while I paid the driver. As I handed him the money he just said "Thanks" but his eyes looked up through the open car door behind me. "Quite the little firecracker isn't she," he said, with a slight nod toward Gloria.

"That she is," I acknowledged, stepping back and pushing the door shut. 

I started up the walkway to the townhouse; Gloria already had the door open and was facing me on the porch. She was barefoot; apparently her shoes and purse were already inside. She had both hands up behind her neck, looking like she was trying to unhook her dress. Apparently the clasp came undone just at that time as she slowly peeled the dress down, exposing her breasts, and then continued sliding it down her body, dropping it on the ground around her feet, standing naked on her front porch.

"Say Mister, have you got any idea what a girl has to do to get laid around here?"

~

I woke completely and totally disoriented. I'd reached for the alarm, but it had quit before I reached it. It went off a second time, only this time it stilled in mid ring, and I still hadn't touched it. Somebody was moving rapidly, I couldn't even focus my eyes. My head pounded with a headache from too much wine and too little sleep for too many days in a row. A stray beam of light was streaming into the room from somewhere; the hotel window wasn't where it was supposed to be. It gradually became obvious that I wasn't sure even what room I was in, and then I heard Gloria's voice.

"Hello? Yeah... No, I sent an e-mail, I was going to call in sick today... Oh Crap! That's today? Crap Crap Crap. Ok, give me a minute to think." 

I sat up and found the clock -- 9:15. I realized that Gloria had something at work, probably something important. It dawned on me what time the clock had said, which didn't make sense - I never sleep that late. I took another look, it hadn't changed. My befuddled mind slowly recreated the night before; returning to her home; my sexy minx of a girlfriend stripping naked on the front porch; physically carrying her inside where she proved to be virtually insatiable. We'd done it in just about every room in the place until I couldn't get it up anymore; finally falling asleep after we managed to finally find her bed. I'd woken sometime later finding out that apparently it's possible to get a hard on in your sleep and be taken advantage of by a beautiful woman without knowing it. It had been almost dawn at that time, I was suffering from sleep deprivation, and despite it then being my normal wake up time or maybe even later, I'd fallen back to sleep.

"Listen, just take it easy. It's all in the file with their name on the server; I've got to get dressed, but I'll be there as soon as I can. Just get them some coffee, take your time and I should be there by 10." I heard the shower turn on, the next thing I knew Gloria was leaning over me, giving me a kiss. I reached up with one arm, pulling her down on the bed with me.

"I'm sorry Jimmy; I've got to go to work. You surprised me so completely it spaced me out on the presentation today. I've got to be there. Will you forgive me?"

I pulled her lips to me, she kissed me back. "Did I imagine that someone was doing naughties to me while I was asleep?" 

She giggled, that little chuckle in the back of her throat that she unconsciously did so often. "Well, you didn't stay asleep."

"Hmmm," I said. "It was nice." 

She pushed away. "I've gotta go. I've called Melissa; she's going to be here about noon to pick you up. You can just stay in bed if you want."

"Ok." She didn't move and didn't say anything for a moment.

"Jimmy, is it ok if I come see you when you get home?"

"I'd like that." She leaned down, kissed me one more time, and left. 

~

I awoke a couple of hours later, finally feeling refreshed. I thought about going for a run, but couldn't find a key and didn't want to leave someone else's home open when I was just a guest there, so passed it up for the second day in a row. I got up and took a shower instead, washing the smell and stickiness of good sex down the drain.

We'd pretty well destroyed the bed; the wet spot we'd created had dried, but there was no doubt that we'd had fun. I stripped the bed, finally finding clean sheets in a hall closet and made Gloria's bed up. 

I'd just finished putting everything back in my bag, ready to head for the airport and Mexico, when I heard a noise at the front door. Stepping out to the hall, I was just in time to see Melissa swing the door open and step inside with something black in her hand.

"Is there a logical explanation of why my dress is in a pile on the front porch?" She asked. She was holding her purse by the strap which she just set in on the floor, dropping the strap, and then holding the dress up two handed. She looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. "Hmm?" she hummed, with that "caught ya!" look that she'd had the evening before. "An explanation?" 

I could tell she was really enjoying this.

"I suppose because your mother left in a hurry through the garage and didn't realize she'd left it on the porch?" She just looked at me, I watched the expressions fleet across her face.

"And why did she throw it on the front porch? " Her voice was skeptical. 

"Mainly, I guess, because that's where she took it off." 

"You mean that's where you attacked her and pulled it off?"

"No," I answered, shaking my head, "that's the place where she took it off, and just dropped it."

She nodded her head, still not believing it. "So Mom took her dress off, paraded around in her bra and panties on the front porch and you had nothing to do with it?" 

I nodded. "No, and yes." Looking puzzled, she shook her head.

"You're not making sense."

"No, I'm making perfect sense. You rolled several questions into one. Yes, she took her dress off on the front porch. No, in that she didn't parade around in her bra and panties, and finally, yes, you're correct, I had nothing to do with taking her dress off her." I looked at her dead pan to start with but couldn't keep it up, finally breaking into a little smirk. I gave it a second and continued. "She wasn't wearing a bra and I took her panties from her earlier." 

Her face was far from an enigma. Fleeting across her face, I saw disbelief, "maybe", disbelief again, and finally a decision that I was pulling her leg again. "Nah -- you're lying again."

"Swear to god," I said, right hand unconsciously flipping up into a Boy Scout oath sign. I hadn't done that in years.

"My mom stripped naked on the front porch?" She questioned incredulously. 

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded, a "believe-it-or-not" smile on my face, which seemed to confirm to her that I must be pulling her leg. She tilted her head slightly, "She was still wearing her heels..." I pointed to Melissa's left at Gloria's shoes just inside the door where she'd kicked them off, leaving them as evidence this morning.

I could tell I'd almost convinced her, a look of incredulous admiration replacing the incredulous disbelief. "You, got my Mom, to strip on the front porch?" The disbelief returned, although not as strong. "And what did you say to get her to do that?" She waited. 

I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't say anything; I was paying the cab driver. I turned around; she was standing on the porch and just peeled it off. She held up her arms and said 'have you got any idea what it takes for a lady to get laid around here?"

She looked right at me, finally deciding I was telling the truth. "Well I'll be damned." She shook her head slowly. "You're really as good as she said you were, aren't you?" I just smiled.

~

"So what's your story?" I asked as we were pulling on the freeway. "You seem to know everything about your mom and me, thanks to her, but I don't know anything about you. Where are you in College? What are you studying? Got a boyfriend? Plans? Tell me about yourself." 

All I had to do was sit and listen, an occasional exclamation or "uh huh," and she told me about herself. Graduated the year before, Magna Cum Laude, no boyfriend currently, working on her Master's Degree in Psychology, planning to go on to get her PhD.




Executive Platinum Ch. 11



"Really?" I responded, impressed. "PhD. Never had the desire to do that myself. What do you want to do with it?" 

"I want to be a sex therapist." 

It was my turn to be incredulous, unbelieving. I just looked at her. "Seriously?"

"No, Really. I've loved sex ever since I discovered sex. I read so much about women that don't get it, (I understood perfectly her words meaning as "don't understand it") or don't get any, or just need help. I want them to understand sex the way I have. It's like with Mom, the way Mom is beginning to have a sexual life, thanks to you."

"Not thanks to me, thanks to you. If it hadn't been for you, she'd still be sitting around the house watching some Home and Garden channel show. She wouldn't have been on that plane to San Diego; I wouldn't have met her and I wouldn't be here today."

She continued to fill me in on her dreams and ideas for the next few minutes. Seeing a Quiznos sub shop sign ahead, I glanced at my watch. "Got time for lunch? I'm plenty early for my flight."

"Would you mind?"

"I offered, didn't I? Take this off ramp, there's Quiznos right there," I said, pointing at the sign. She did, and minutes later we were seated at a patio table.

"So tell me, Melissa. You are still somewhat of an enigma to me. Sexually you seem to be much more experienced than your mother, although I think," I was barely able to keep the grin off my face as I tried to say it deadpan, "she seems to be loosening up, just a bit."

"Duh," she laughed, "do ya think?"

"Maybe a little," I answered a grin on my face. She took a bite from her sandwich, wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger, and then sucking the condiments off the end of her finger into her mouth before answering. She hadn't intended it, but a very sexual thought ran through my mind.

"You're probably right. I think young American women today are much freer, more sexually active than our mothers were. Just look at the role models; we've all been raised with Sex in the City on TV, pornography readily available on the Internet, all kinds of things that pretty much make the "double standard" obsolete. But it's not gone yet. We've still got the 'good girls don't and bad girls do' mentality out there. If a man sleeps with all kinds of girls it's still okay; but if a girl does, she's a slut. Why should a girl be a slut just because she has an active sex life?"

"I agree, but, I think it's pretty much always been that way. And it really seems to be driven by religion."

"Oh my God, don't even get me started on subjugation of women by organized religion," she vehemently replied. "As women, we get such mixed messages. We watch the Academy Awards, and see the most gorgeous women in the world, dressed in their backless, sleeveless, strapless, bra less, gowns and say 'oh my God aren't they so beautiful', but if the average girl dresses like that, she's practically considered a whore; but yet top women's fashions are always designed to make us look sexy."

"Why do you say that? I don't necessarily agree that they're all designed to look sexy."

"Only because you're not paying attention then." I saw her eyes glance over my shoulder, sensed someone approaching the sandwich shop from behind. "Take for example the T-shirt." She lowered her voice, "look to your right, at this woman coming by us."

I took a bite of my sandwich, as I set it down I glanced to my right were a young woman, very close to Melissa's age, was walking into the shop. To me she just looked like a woman, nice legs, shorts, and a T-shirt. She glanced towards me, her eyes meeting mine momentarily. I didn't hesitate, returning my eyes to the table and Melissa so that she didn't realize I really had been checking her out. "So? Shorts and a tee shirt, what about it?"

"What kind of T-shirt?"

"I don't know, it just looked like a T-shirt to me."

"It was a women's T-shirt. Practically all women's fashions are designed to show off boobs. Even a woman's T-shirt has a vee neck. Men's shirts don't. They're just rounded, they go around the neck. But virtually everything a woman can buy is designed to show off her chest, to accent that she has boobs. But then when we show them off, we're considered sluts." I glanced back through the window at the woman again; sure enough her T-shirt had a vee neck. Not a lot, but it was definitely not a shirt that a man would have worn.

"Hmmm. I see what you mean." I took another bite of sandwich, before I continued. "So why do you think you would make a good sex therapist?" She looked at me, took a drink from her soda before she answered.

"I think, because I started with myself." I looked at her, trying to fathom what it was that she meant. I didn't come up with an answer.

"What do you mean you started with yourself?"

"I'll be honest with you," she said, talking with the half full mouth of sandwich. "When I became sexually active with boys, truthfully -- it wasn't very good at all." I picked up on the modifier 'with boys'. Knowing from my conversations with Gloria she was also sexually active with her girlfriend, I presumed that to meant she was basically admitting that she was bi.

"So, you are bi?"

She cocked her head, looking at me are the corner of her eye, trying to discern where that question had come from. "Where did that come from?"

"You said, 'when you became sexually active with boys', which implies that you've been sexually active with girls also." She just looked at me. I could see her thoughts, wondering where I was coming from. Was I coming on to her? Was I finding out about her, to tell her mother? None of these of course, but I saw it all as it ran over her face.

"You know, you really are very good," she answered instead.

"How's that?"

"You pick up on the subtleties. I hadn't intended to give myself away, but you're right. Yes, I like both men and women." She looked me right in the eyes, obviously waiting for me to flinch, look away. When I didn't she said, "Does it matter?"

I shook my head, "Not to me." I took another bite from my sandwich, glancing again toward the girl in the shop. On second look, I realized the vee of her shirt was more pronounced than I thought originally. Although the vee dipped between her breasts exposing their gentle curve to observing eyes wasn't much, the entire top front of her T-shirt also dipped in a large U-shape, exposing much of her chest. Without that 'U', the vee wouldn't have shown anything, but as it was it certainly did. "You're right, even women's T-shirts are designed to show off their breasts."

"See? It's everywhere and you don't even think about. By the time I started developing boobs, I already knew about sexy clothing, about how to show them off. I knew how to use boobs as advertising to get boys, all women do. I knew about sex or at least I knew about having sex, but I really didn't know a thing about sex. I mean, you sort of know - you hear all those things, but not once is there ever a sex education class that says, "Here is how you do it, this turns men on. This gets a woman off." You see everything in the movies, you read about it in magazines, in novels, but never do we give instruction on how to do it successfully, at least not in the mainstream." She took a bite of her sandwich and a sip of her drink. "So I guess, like most girls, my girlfriend and I experimented. At first it was all about boys. Neither one of us had been kissed, but we wanted to, and we want to know what it was like. So we tried kissing and, well, one thing to sort of lead to another." I just sat and listened, nodding occasionally, eating my own sandwich. She did the same, continuing when she had emptied her mouth.

"Eventually we started getting dates, and eventually we started having sex. I told her about everything I was doing; she told me everything she was doing as well. It didn't take long for us to figure out that although the boys were getting something, they just weren't doing anything for us in return. It got where every Friday we'd go out on dates, and the rest of the weekend we'd commiserate with each other, talk about how all our boyfriends worried about was themselves, and sometime during the weekend we'd get each other off."

"There was this one night, she spent the night at my house, and we'd just gotten ourselves off. We were lying there talking about how easily we could pleasure each other and she said, "You would think they don't have a clue about what they're doing." It suddenly dawned on me that was exactly what it was - they didn't. It's one of those obvious things once you think of it, but I just hadn't. I mean, we've had to teach each other what felt good and what worked, but nobody ever taught us what to do with guys, and obviously, nobody had taught them what to do with us. So I tried it, the next time my boyfriend and I got together, I started telling him what to do." She looked up, with that look that said she was done talking and took another bite of her sandwich. I had already finished mine.

"I take it the results were good?"

"The results were spectacular. It was just as I thought; he didn't have a clue what to really do until I told him. He actually thought he had been doing a good job." She took another drink of her soda, licked her fingers and then wiped them on her napkin. I'd already finished mine. "Ready?" 

I glanced at my watch. "Time to go."

Back in the car on the way to the airport once again she continued. "My boyfriend and I at that time didn't last long together, he just wasn't the one for me, but he did give me my first orgasm from... I mean..." She stammered just a bit, realizing what she was saying.

"From fucking," I interjected. Why she was suddenly stammering about heterosexual sex when she had already admitted to me she had a girlfriend who got her off, I didn't understand, so I just spit it out and got her off the hook.

"Yeah. He was my first one. I went back shared that with Barb, and she pretty much had the same results. It was about that time I realized what should have been so obvious, that guys, despite all the porn, all the Internet sex, all the Playboy magazines, everything -- were pretty well clueless when it came to a woman's body. And once I realized that for me to get what I wanted, I needed to teach them what I needed, I began to get it. And once I began to do that and get results, I started looking at my own parents, my own mom and dad who were well on their way to breaking up by that time, and realized they had probably never gone where I already had. Knowing my dad, he really was a Dick. He thought with his dick talked with his dick and thought that because he had one he was a perfect lover. God, I don't know how mom stayed with him as long she did.

So anyway, by that time I discovered that I really like sex. And like everything I do when I find something I'm interested in I, I began to study up on it. I took some human sexuality classes and some psychology classes and I knew what I wanted to do with my life. So that's how I decided I want to be a sex therapist."

"Barb?" I questioned. "That your girlfriend?" She glanced at me, another piercing look questioning what exactly it was that she had said. Her head nodded.

"Yeah. Barbara and I have been best friends since junior high." 

"And so you began to work on your mom; taking her to topless beaches, buy her sexy underwear, helping her to find a new boyfriend and getting a new look at life?" She laughed out loud.

"Not exactly... But, yeah, I guess" she laughed again. "I mean once you realize the lies of the game we all play, once you realize that you really can do what you want, be what you want, it's empowering. You are in charge of your life, what you do, where you go -- and you no longer have to put up with waiting for life to come to you. If you wait, it will never happen, because it won't come to you. You have to go out and get it. And that's what mom was doing; she was waiting for some Prince Charming to knock on her door and it wasn't going to happen. I just forced her out of her pumpkin carriage and... and" she giggled, a sheepish grin on her face, "and took her for a topless swim in Miami." 

She down-shifted one gear as she headed onto the off ramp at the airport. I guided her to the international terminal, and seconds later she pulled up at the drop off. I slid out, then opened the back door and grabbed my bag. She looked over her shoulder at me from the driver seat. I looked up my eyes locking onto hers. It struck me again how she resembled her mother. If I hadn't known, if it wasn't for the slight difference in clothes, I realized I might not have known it wasn't Gloria. It seemed strange, offering my hand to "Gloria" instead of kissing her, but Melissa's hand reach back over the seat to me. "Will I see you again?"

"I would almost guarantee," I answered. "Certainly if your mother has anything to do with it you will." Behind me I heard a policeman's voice calling out to keep it moving, no waiting; I stepped back from the curb pushing the door shut and Melissa pulled away.



Executive Platinum Ch. 12



The good thing about where I had been in Mexico was that it was only one time zone different from California. But even then, by the time I took the local commuter flight to Mexico City, a direct flight to Los Angeles, passed through customs in about 3 minutes by virtue of being a Global Entry participant, and then took the commuter to San Diego, it was well past dark when I got home. No matter where you've been, there's nothing like sleeping in your own bed.

After being gone to Argentina and Mexico for nearly 6 weeks, I was lucky the dog didn't bite me when I got home. As it was, he was extremely excited, and didn't leave my side for the longest time. In the morning we went across the street to tell Janet that I was home; she was nearly as excited as the dog had been. She came across later in the day to welcome me home properly; we ended up in bed for most of the afternoon. 

As is typical when I get home after being away for quite a while, initially all she wanted to do was get laid. To say she was in heat would have been an understatement. But after several orgasms for both of us, and it was going to be a while before I was ready for another performance, we lay there in bed and I told her about where I had been and what I'd been doing. I told her about my unexpected layover in Dallas, meeting and flirting with Melisa, almost getting caught under Gloria's desk and practically all night sex with her. She wasn't jealous; she has never shown any jealousy that I know of. Ours is a practical relationship, it works well for both of us. There are times when I wish she would spend the night, when we could cuddle and wake each other in the middle of the night and do it again, but that's not to be. Truthfully we really are fuck buddies, but there are occasional times when she'll reach up and touch my face or stroke my arm where I understand that there is more than just a physical attraction between us. I really am quite fond of her, but I leave it at that.

I didn't go to work Thursday or Friday; getting caught up with the house, the pool, and the yard took virtually two full days. Janet came over for a while at least once every day, but always headed home to take over from the nurse in the evenings. 

It wasn't until midday Saturday that I called Gloria. She was as excited as a kid in a candy store to hear from me. At first I thought it was because it was me, but as she stuttered and stammered, I realized something was up.

"What's up, babe? Spit it out, what's the matter, cat got your tongue?" There was no answer from the other end.

"You had to call me "babe," didn't you?" 

It wasn't anything that I haven't called her before; I ran through the names I've used in the past - babe, baby, honey, Gloria... shoot, I use babe probably three quarters of the time.

"Yeah, you're right. It is just a term of endearment, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. I mean it's... Well, I just don't know how you're going to react, and I've got something to tell you that..." I hadn't picked up until just then that her excitement wasn't necessarily about talking to me.

"Gloria," I carefully refrained from calling her babe again, "you should know by now that I'm not going to be upset about anything."

"I know, but I've just wanted to tell someone for two weeks, and there's nobody to talk to except you and you weren't around."

"You could've called me, my phone works in Mexico."

"Yeah, I suppose, but I didn't want it to be just a quick conversation." I'd told her before that long international calls are not abnormal for me so it was not big deal, but she didn't think in those terms. I really wasn't picking up any kind of a vibe telling me where she was coming from, I was still really thinking more about what I was going to tell her.

"I'm here now, and you've got me. I've got nothing planned but you until we're done. And besides, I've got something to talk to you about too."

"What about?" She asked, changing the subject to me.

"You first."

"Well..." She let the pregnant pause go for several seconds; I didn't interrupt giving her no option but to continue. "I did it." That was all, and just to show how far out I was, it still didn't mean anything to me.

"I did what?"

"Ronnie. I seduced him." Even when she said it, it took a second for me to finally get in sync with her.

"Gloria! You didn't!" I guess my response could have been a little less negative, but I hadn't really intended it that way. It was just that she caught me by surprise. It didn't matter that she did, it's just that I had really thought she wouldn't - I figured the age difference would be enough to keep her from hooking up with him. 

"You're mad at me." Her voice transferred that she was crestfallen, and thought I was upset.

"Not at all, Gloria, not at all. It's just that you caught me by surprise, the last time we talked I just didn't get the feeling that you would follow through and you seemed to think he was too young." I paused for a second, but when she didn't speak I pried a bit more. "Are you going to tell me about it?"

That was all it took, she had been dying to tell someone - anyone - about this for a week. She was all over the place when she started, I finally got her to slow down, take a deep breath and start from the beginning.

"Okay, I guess really it had to do with you. When you could only be here for the one day, and I couldn't even spend that whole day with you, and you were going to Mexico and didn't even know when you would get back... I know I told you I wanted to come and visit at your place for a while, but we didn't even get a date set for that. And then when I went to work the next day, I couldn't believe that we had done it, right there at my desk. And almost getting caught by Ron, and you just saying that I should go for it. And then on Monday he came by my desk, apparently for no reason, just to say hi. He asked questions about you, how often did I see you, how often did you come by or did I go there, and all that. And then he came by again on Tuesday, and I told him I was really having trouble with my computer at home, that it was really acting strange. He jumped on that and offered again to come by and help out, and we agreed he should come by on Saturday. He came by my desk almost every day at some time or another. On the way home Thursday I went shopping. I wasn't even looking, but as I was rolling down one aisle, there they were - all these boxes of condoms hanging on the wall. I almost didn't get any, I didn't think it would really happen, but I decided it might be better to be ready." She giggled. "I haven't bought condoms in 20 years. I remember thinking, 'this is just like being a teenager again, 'and then I thought, 'that's fitting, he practically is a teenager.'"

Her story was disjointed, apparently disparate sentences and thoughts gradually flowing together into a jumbled compilation of the seduction of Ron. 

"Did you find out how old he was," I asked?

"Yeah, I did. I'll get to that."

"So was he legal?"

"Of course he was legal. Now stop interrupting." 

I laughed. "Whatever you say." She hesitated in restarting her tale, "you were picking out condoms," I prompted.

"Oh yeah, I felt like when I was first married. After Melissa was born, we had to use condoms for a while until I could get on the pill, and back then at the store we went to you had to ask for them because they were behind the counter. I was only 18, so it was kind of embarrassing to have to ask. This time when I got to the counter, the girl at the counter never even paid attention. She just whisked it over the bar scanner and put it in a bag."

"So Ron was going to come over on Saturday, I was hoping he would make a move, I mean, after the way he's been coming around my desk day after day, I knew he was interested. I wanted to wear something sexy, but not just throwing myself out there, you know?"

"You always look good, Gloria" 

"Oh, I do not." 

"You have since I've known you."

"Yeah, but you've only known me since I've been working out. You didn't know me in my slob days. You know I've lost 43 pounds?"

"You would never know it now."

"It's true. I put on some of Melissa's shorts; I sure couldn't have worn those two years ago. But now they fit like a glove."

"And I'll bet your ass made them look good, didn't it?" 

She giggled. "You ought to know."

"Why should I know that?" I threw back, "I've never seen your bottom except in a thong or naked. You never wear hot shorts for me. But that's okay; I like you naked better anyway." 

Gloria laughed, "and I like being naked with you."

"So that's it, you met him topless, wearing shorts that were probably a size too small?"

"They weren't a size too small; Melissa and I are almost the identical size I'll have you know." 

"So I noticed. Okay, so you met him topless with shorts that were a perfect fit."

"Will you stop it? I was not topless..." The pause was just enough to let me know she wasn't done, "but, I didn't wear a bra."

"Oh yeah, I see," I teased, "you wanted to seduce this poor guy without him knowing that he was being seduced, so you put on your tight little shorts and something braless when he was coming to your house for the first time. Just a little subtle seduction."

"Do you want to hear this or not?" I could hear the irritation in her voice, she'd been dying to tell someone about this, and I wasn't being the most cooperative that I could be.

I laughed. "Okay," I said submissively suppressing my giggle, "I'll be good. You just tell me what happened."

Gloria went on to tell me how she had also worn a halter top of Melissa's. She explained that she really didn't have anything that could be worn braless without being too obvious, so she borrowed Melissa's top. It also had the advantage that when she leaned forward it hung open a little bit, just like her dress had. She figured there was a good chance that she might be able to entice him just like she inadvertently had at work.

He was due just after lunchtime, so she went out into her small garden in back, leaving the sliding door open so she could hear him ring when he got there. The clothes seemed appropriate for gardening, showing that she really had thought this through a little bit. She admitted she was really antsy, and really horny, by the time he finally arrived just a little late at about a quarter to one. She said his eyes bugged out when she met him at the door when he saw her bare midriff, and obviously braless halter top, and tried desperately not to just stare.

"Hi Ron, I was just out back doing some gardening. Come on in."

"Hi, Gloria. Hey, I'm really sorry I'm late."

"Not late as far as I'm concerned, you just said you would be here noonish. It's close enough for me, I had nothing else planned. Can I get you to something to drink? Water, soda, beer?" His eyes lit up when I mentioned beer.

"You have beer?"

"Sure. I think we have Bud Lite, maybe some Lone Star, or I think there is some Shiner Bock in there?"

"I'd love a Shiner Bock." I smiled to myself, no better way to get a young man in your pants than to get a beer in his gut.

"You've got it. Do you want to see the computer while I see if I can find the beer?"

"Sure. I might as well get started; you never know how long it's going to take."

"Are you pressed for time," I asked?

"Oh no, not at all. I wasn't sure what we were going to run into, so I didn't plan anything else for today." He could not have said any better words as far as I was concerned.

I took him into what I use for the office and set him up with the computer. I logged in for him the first time and told him the password in case he had to reboot - which every time I've ever had the computer worked on seems to be done about 30 times. He sat down, I went to fetch the beer and it turned out I did have Shiner Bock. I know Melissa likes it - apparently it's a favorite of the college crowd. I poured myself a glass of wine.

I took the beer back in to him and found he was already neck deep into the computer. I set the beer on a coaster next to the keyboard and just stood back. He started talking techie stuff, of which he was in over my head as soon as he started talking. I stepped up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders and rubbed them a bit. "Ron, it's been really bad for a long time, and I'm sure you know what you're doing, but I haven't got a clue what you're talking about." 

I had never touched him at work, and he had never touched me before either. I just squeezed his shoulders and then let my hands slip off. I felt him stiffen slightly when I touched him and I could tell he made some mistakes on the keyboard as he reached up and hit backspace a couple of times. I figured I better just let him be, said I'd be back in a while and left. 

I went back in every 15 minutes or so to check on him. Each time I did, I walked up behind him and squeezed his shoulders again, letting my hands stay on him a little longer each time. I brought him another beer, and later a third. I finished my glass of wine and poured another, drinking it much faster than the sipping that I normally do - not that I was nervous or anything. He had actually been at it for a couple of hours before he called me back, telling me he had it pretty well squared away.

He started talking again about registries and caches and viruses and all kinds of other gobbledygook that meant little to me, so I just told him to show me. He started pulling up programs and showing me how fast they were now working and all the little tricks that he'd installed to make things work better and faster. I leaned down, crossing my arms and resting them on the back of his neck so that my face was down next to his. When he showed me something innocuous, I leaned forward, resting my breasts against the back of his neck and shoulders, as I reached over to touch the keyboard and point at the screen. I pulled back after a few seconds so that it didn't seem like I was doing it on purpose, but when another opportunity arose I did it again. I could tell I was having an effect on him; looking over his shoulders I could see he had quite a bulge in his pants.

At first I was reaching over his shoulders, but finally told him to get up and let me sit down. We traded places so that he was now standing behind me. I began to pull up programs, see how things were working. He began directly behind me, but he shifted to one side where he could look over my shoulder. I realized it was the same little movement that I'd detected that time at work and knew he was hoping to be able to see down my top, so I helped. I leaned forward to make sure my top gapped open for him. I teased him by playing with things on the computer longer than I needed to, finally telling him that it was a wonderful job and that the computer hadn't worked this well even when I first got it. 

When I stood up and turned toward him, his face was slightly red. He turned away, but not before I saw the tent where his prick was down his pant leg and obviously quite hard. I pretended I didn't see it, and led him out to the kitchen. My second glass of wine was gone, I actually had quite a buzz on too, so I grabbed us both a beer.

"How can I ever thank you Ron? You can't believe how terrible it was trying to work on the computer the way it was. You're a real lifesaver." I handed him the beer and again he tried to turn so that he wasn't facing me. As soon as he could he leaned on the counter so it was between us, but from my sideways view point it did nothing to hide the bulge in his pants. 

I took a drink from my beer, setting the rest of it on the counter. The counter is just the right height so I can rest my arms on it easily by leaning forward just a bit. I did, which made the halter top gap open just a bit. I waited for him to say something, to give a hint that he was going to make a pass, but he didn't say anything. I caught his eyes glancing down a couple of times, but after a while I knew he wasn't even going to so much as make a comment to see if I was interested. I finally realized he was just really shy.

"I've noticed you coming around quite a bit at work. Have you been coming by to see me?"

He looked at me somewhat sheepishly and said, "You noticed?"

I smiled at him, "Every woman notices when a good-looking man comes around. And when they come around quite a bit, you begin to think that maybe..." I just let my thoughts trail off, giving him an opportunity to say something.

I will give him this; at least he looked me in the face. "I think you're really pretty, Gloria. I think you're the prettiest woman in the office."

"Why thank you, Ron. That's really nice of you to say." I left my beer on the counter and reached over and took his hand, and just held it. "An old lady like me likes getting compliments from a young man like you, that's really nice."

"Why do you say that? You're not that old." His thumb rubbed against the back of my hand.

"I bet I'm old enough to be your mother."

"No way, what are you maybe 30?"

"Ronnie!" I gave him my best "how dare you" shocked look, and then smiled. "You know you never ask a woman her age." I cocked my head slightly, coquettishly," how old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"No way! You've been working for us for several years."

"Yeah, full time for just over a year now, but I worked for two summers before that. When I was in High School, they had this program where I was going to Junior College and getting both high school and college credit. I was taking year-round classes and graduated when I was 17, I had enough college credits that I started university as a sophomore, I only had to go for three years. But I've been playing with computers and programming since I was in junior high school, so it feels like I've been doing it forever. I graduated with an IT degree and started here full time a week later. I was in that summer intern program for two years though; that's probably why they hired me so fast." 

Twenty-one? My mind only half heard what he was saying. Twenty-one? And then it dawned on me, not only was he young, he was exactly as old as Melissa, literally young enough to be my son. My mind was writhing in agony, but my mouth continued to function. 

"When did you ever have time for a girlfriend with all that studying and work?" I let go of his hand, picked up my beer and took another drink; trying to keep it nonchalant. 

He just looked at me for a moment and sheepishly answered, "I've never actually had a girlfriend before. Girls don't usually pay attention much to nerds." I realized he had been blushing almost continuously since we'd begun talking; I also realized he was confessing to me that he was a virgin. I should have backed off at that point, but I was more than a little inebriated, and more than a little horny. I had invited him over that day, knowing that if he made an advance, I was going to let him seduce me, but now realized if anything was going to happen, I was going to have to seduce him instead.

I looked down for my glass of wine, instead finding I was still holding my beer. I don't like beer that much, but I took another sip before I put it down. I reached for his hand again. "So you don't think I'm an old lady?"

"No."

"And you think I'm pretty?

"I think..." he paused, that perfect little pause that said he was thinking, "I think you're gorgeous. I think you're the most beautiful woman I know."

I reached out for his other hand, pulled him around the corner of the counter to where he was facing me. I didn't look down, but I still tell there was still a huge bulge in his pants through my peripheral vision. I continued to turn until my back was to the counter and he was facing me. "Do you think I'm sexy?"

His eyes opened wide; "I, um..." 

I gave him a few seconds. "So, you don't think I'm sexy?"




Executive Platinum Ch. 12



He immediately corrected himself, "Oh no, God yes, I think you're sexy."

I just looked into his eyes for a moment. "Sometimes a woman likes to hear that. There was a time not too long ago when I hadn't felt sexy for quite some time." I looked down at his chest, and back to his face. "I think you're sexy too." I smiled, giving him a moment to think about it before I said, "I've seen you looking down my shirt, trying to see my boobs."

Whereas before he had flushed a little, now his face turned bright red. He started to stammer some kind of denial but I held a finger up to his mouth to silence him. I ran my finger down his shirt, across his chest gradually dropping lower. "I didn't mind. It excited me, just as this excites me." My hand had just reached the bulge in his pants where I ran my fingers over his cock. 

He groaned, his abdomen pulling away from my touch. I slid my hand over to his hip, my other hand finding his other hip and began to pull him to me. I looked up into his face, expectantly. Finally I smiled and said, "it would be good if you kissed me now." 

I watched the emotions fly over his face, and even with an open invitation, it still took him a few seconds before his face began to dip towards mine. I licked my lips, and closed my eyes as he leaned in and began to kiss me. It was obvious he hadn't had much experience with kissing, but still, he got with the program quite rapidly. I ran one hand up onto his chest, found the buttons on his shirt and began to undo them, my other hand going behind his head. His hands went behind me, holding me to him, but with him being so much taller than me, I finally pushed him away and jumped up to sit on the counter. I pulled him to me again and we immediately resumed kissing, and even though it was just seconds later, he had much more assurance. I had his shirt undone, and even when I was snaking my hands up his bare chest, he still hadn't touched me. His hands were all over my bare back and shoulders, but I wanted them elsewhere. Only slowly did his hands begin moving around, waiting for me to slap him down and tell him to stop it, to remove his hands. I almost laughed; here he was, just trying to get used to touching my body, and I was ready for him to be inside me. When his hands ran back more to the top of my back I broke the kiss and said, "Can you pull that tie for me?" I reached back, lifted my hair up; he did as I asked and pulled the tie. Even then, he just let the straps drop dangling down my back.

I ran my hands up his chest, finding both of his nipples in their travels. He wasn't a body builder by any means, but he had nice firm chest muscles. When I asked, he said that he didn't go to the gym and hadn't participated in sports in school, but his dad had never just given him money so he'd been doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. Despite his 'computer nerd' persona he'd done enough physical labor for neighbors that he'd never gotten fat. 

"You've never touched a woman, have you?" I questioned, once again face to face. He shook his head no in response. Smiling at him to let him know it was OK, I moved my hands to his arms and ran along them toward his hands, gradually pulling his arms forward until my hands reached his. Taking them in mine, I moved them toward my breasts, pushing the cloth of the halter top until if fell between us, leaving me topless, and his hands at last exploring my body. 

His hands were quivering, whether from fear or lust or excitement, I couldn't tell. His hands barely touched my breasts, obviously not believing what was really happening. He touched me gently, too gently; I look down and watched him for a moment. "It's okay," I said, "you can squeeze harder, they don't break." He was still hesitant; I raised my hands to his again and squeezed his hands, forcing him to squeeze my breasts. I smiled at him, but it didn't make any difference, his eyes never left his hands on my breasts. When his fingers ran across my nipples I told him it felt nice when he played with them, and this time he picked it up on his own. I closed my eyes for a moment, just enjoying his hands on me, until suddenly he pulled both hands away. I opened my eyes, he was just looking at my breasts, an expression of awe on his face.

"They are so perfect."

I was about to correct him and say "for an old lady," but decided to keep that thought to myself. "Thank you, Ron. I'm glad you like them.

I pushed his shirt back up his arms and he helped me remove it, we just dropped it to the floor. I put my hands on his chest, and stroked his nipples with my thumbs. He twitched.

"Has anyone ever done that to you before?" He shook his head no. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes" His little nipples hardened to my touch.

"Yours get hard just like mine do." I continued running my thumbs back and forth across them, he was rolling mine with his fingers at the same time. "I really like when you do that." I wondered just what he had ever done before. "Have you seen a woman naked?"

"No." He answered, his shaking head affirming the answer.

"Have you ever seen a woman topless before? I mean besides in pictures?"

"Yes." I waited, he didn't say anything

"You sure aren't very talkative, Ronnie." His eyes finally rose from my chest to look in the eyes. "I want you to tell me about it. Where have you seen women topless? Tell me about them."

He was obviously embarrassed, but I didn't let that stop him. "It's only happened a couple times." He didn't continue immediately and I grabbed his hands, pulling them from my boobs.

"Ronnie!" He looked at me, fear in his eyes. I smiled and placed his hands back on my tits. "I like you playing with my boobs, but you have to talk to me too. Tell me about your experiences."

"There has only been just a couple. The first time I ever saw a girl topless, I was back in junior high. We had this huge tree in the backyard. When we were kids we climbed all the time. I don't remember why but one day I climbed way up into the tree. Normally we would stay on the lower branches but I just wanted to see how high I could go. I went way higher than I've ever been before and when I looked around there was this girl who lived a couple doors down that was sunbathing topless. I went in and got my dad's binoculars and went back up to spy on her. I only saw her that one time, but from then on whenever I thought about it I went up again hoping to see her, but I never did.

The second girl I ever saw was my cousin, she was really hot, and knew it. She flashed me. They were visiting us from Oregon; she knew I thought she was hot and flaunted it, teasing me the whole time they were here. It was the last day, they were getting ready to leave, and she said "come here, I've got something to show you before we go." She took me back to the bedroom and said "you can look but you can't touch," and just took her top off. She said she wanted to know why I hadn't tried to feel her up; all the guys always want to touch her. I told her it was because she was my cousin, but that was only part of it."

"What do you mean that was only part of it?" I interrupted.

He just looked at me for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I mean... I just never..." He looked sheepish and I just nodded. 

He never finished that sentence but continued, "The last time was last year when a buddy of mine got married. We all got together and hired a stripper who came out and got almost totally naked. She took everything off except a thong in front of all of us." Somehow I had the feeling in the way he said this he wasn't telling everything.

"Is that all she did, took her clothes off?

"Sort of. I mean that's all most of us saw. She did a lap dance for our buddy. She made him put his hands on the chair and not touch her and then she wiggled her body all over in front of him. She put her boobs and her butt in his face, her legs up onto his shoulders, that kind of thing. She danced in front of everybody for half an hour and then just before she left she took him with her into the back room. They were in there about another 15 minutes before they came out. He said nothing happened, that she just danced some more, but the guy who made the arrangements said she probably fucked him." 

I nodded, just thinking about what he had said, "you're probably right. I can't imagine a guy going into a back room with a naked girl and nothing happening." He didn't say anything so I asked, "Is that it? Nobody else?"

He shook his head no, "that's all; like I said, I really haven't..."

I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow at him. Ok, granted he hadn't seen me topless, but he definitely had been looking down my top. When he looked puzzled I said, "You're not going to tell me about when you were standing behind me at work, looking down my blouse?" He jerked his hands away from my breasts as if they were on fire. His face flushed red again.

"Gloria, it wasn't like that. I mean it was an accident, I didn't mean..." The look on his face was priceless. I laughed.

"It's okay, Ron. I know it was an accident. I don't normally dress like that at work just because of that. But once you discovered that you could see my boobs, you certainly didn't move away, either." He didn't say anything, so after a few seconds I said, "I was embarrassed when I realized what you were doing but... I have to admit I found it... exciting, to know that you were looking at me." 

I slid my hands down his body until they reached his belt which I hooked and used to pull him a bit closer. He stepped forward that extra half step until he was against the counter. I looked him in the eyes, slipping my fingers inside his pants, feeling the smooth round head of his penis. He flinched when I touched it but he didn't pull away. I looked down and realized my top was still around my waist so I told him if he would untie it, it would come off. He turned around and fumbled between us for a moment until he got it undone. I pushed it sideways until it fell to the floor, put my arms around him again and we resumed our kissing. This time his hands were all over me; mine dropped to his belt and pants and began undoing them.

Despite my undoing the buckle and getting his shorts unzipped, even as I began to push them to the ground, he had still made no effort to help me out of my shorts. His erection kept his pants from falling straightaway, but when I slipped my hand over his cock they fell easily. His circumcised cock was pointing up from his body and as I wrapped my hand around it, he groaned. I broke the kiss, whispered in his ear "Do you want to help take my pants off?" It was pretty obvious; Ron was behind the eight ball on everything.

I leaned back and he got the catch and zipper down without a problem. He caught the side and I raised my hips; he slipped my shorts down and clear off my legs so I had nothing on but my thong - and it was soaked. I could tell he was pretty worked up, breathing pretty hard, and even though I was just gently stroking his cock he would moan and bend over a little bit each time I did. "Do you want to take my panties off? Or shall I leave them on?" 

He reached for the top of my thong and I raised my butt just that little bit so he could slip them off and I was naked in front of him. He still hadn't touched me, it didn't at first dawn on me that he didn't know how to touch me, so I reached down and took his hand, and placed it between my legs. I knew I was hot and wet, I was more than ready to have his wonderful hard on slide inside me but I was also pretty sure as worked up as he was, that till he came at least once, he was not going to be very successful. I instructed him, moving his hand, moving his fingers, showing him how to touch me. He was in awe of my slippery pussy, and although he was inexperienced, he had no trouble following directions. 

While he was fingering me, I was stroking his cock. I really didn't think I was jerking him off; I was in foreplay mode but he suddenly groaned and without warning, came. He shot all over my belly and pussy and breasts and stomach. His semen on the first spurt almost reached my chin, and then his knees buckled. His cock actually dropped below the edge of the counter, but with the powerful ejaculation of a young man it didn't matter - it still hit my belly and chest and breasts.

He was of course, mortified. I realized immediately that I had carried him too far; we had gotten him too worked up. "It's okay, Ron. It's okay," I told him, "You just haven't had sex before and you were too worked up." I grabbed a paper towel from the counter, cleaned his sperm off me and counter, before I hopped down.

Ron was in the 30 seconds of clear thinking after a man has come before he starts thinking about his next orgasm. Unfortunately, he hadn't really come to my house thinking he was going to get laid, although we both knew and both hoped something might happen. I knew he immediately started thinking illogically, how he had "taken advantage of me," and all that kind of malarkey. Stammering and apologizing, he tried to grab his clothes, but I just told him to stop it, grabbed his hand, and led him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

Although he had spurted copious amounts of semen, except that the head of his gorgeous cock had shrunk slightly, his erection was totally unabated. The 2 minutes of cleanup and moving into the bedroom was nearly enough. I was still ready, and by the time I got a rubber out and onto him, it was all it took. He was ready to fuck and I had been ready all day. 

~

I had a hard on almost from the moment she began telling me how she'd seduced Ron. As soon as she said that he was a virgin, that he'd never touched a woman before, really never even seen a woman my mind flashed back to my Jenny. However many years before, that wonderful woman that had taken me into her bed and begun teaching me how to get around a woman's body. Jenny who had teased me with a halter top in the garden, Jenny who had taken a shower coming out in a bathrobe so that when I came in she could allow it to fall open.

"Jim?" Gloria asked. I realized she hadn't said anything for a moment; I'd been lost in my memory of Jenny.

"Oh, Sorry. I was tripping out on how much that was like my first time. I told you about that, with Jenny?"

"Yeah, I remembered that too, later."

"So I take it he's no longer a virgin?" She laughed.

"Oh I should say not! I think I should replace you though - he managed to do it five times." She laughed again; I could tell she was just needling me.

"Five times?" I said.

"Six counting the first time in the kitchen. He came three times before his cock finally shrunk, but it came back pretty quickly. It was only the last time that I had to suck him to get him hard again; that time he took forever to cum and even then it wasn't much."

"Six times? Was he any good?"

"Oh good heavens, no," she giggled, "he was absolutely clueless. He'd come three time before I could get him to slow down enough to pay attention to me. Even then it wasn't until after he'd cum four times that he finally got me off too. But he was a lot better the next day."

"The next day?" I parroted. She giggled.

"Yeah. He came back Sunday. He still lives with his parents so he had to go home about midnight on Saturday, but I told him I was sure that he needed to come back and check on how my computer was doing on Sunday. So he did. We only did it four time, or at least he only came four times on Sunday, but it was much better for me."

"You wore the pour guy out, Gloria!" I laughed.

'Yeah, but you sure wouldn't have thought it on Monday." The glee in her voice disappeared; I sensed immediately that something wasn't as good as it could be.

"Uh oh... What happened?"

"I should have realized beforehand... Sunday... and warned him away. He'd been coming around the previous few weeks, but never first thing in the morning. He came by my desk with puppy dog eyes the first thing on Monday. Luckily nobody else was there yet, but I told him he had to cool it. I said that I'd enjoyed the weekend, but that I was off limits at work. I have a job and a position that comes first, and whether we ever did it again would depend on how mature he acted. I'd told him on Sunday that he couldn't say anything to anyone, and I wouldn't say anything to anyone, this had to be our little secret. I just didn't expect him to be all thinking he was my boyfriend or something on Monday. I told him he had to knock it off and he couldn't come around anymore, and just as I finished telling him to cool it, a couple of co-workers arrived so I just told him "thanks for checking, the computer is working perfect since you repaired it," and he got the hint and left. I see him at least once every day at work and he's actually been pretty good at being discrete."

"So when are you going to see fuck him again?" 

"Jim!" Her response feigned indignation, but her immediate giggle afterward said it all. There was a short pause before she said "This evening."

I laughed. "I knew it. Now that you've got a regular fuck buddy at home you won't have to come see me." It was quite for a few seconds before Gloria spoke

"I wouldn't say that."

"Why not?" Again it was silent on the phone for just a few moments before she answered.

"For one because he's not as good as you are. I've gotten my rocks off a few times, but I'm having to teach him to take care of me too. I know when he gets here tonight he's going to be all excited and I'm going to have to get him off once just to settle down before he even thinks about me."

"I remember those days. A young man with a stiff dick isn't thinking about anything but getting off."

She giggled, "One thing about it, the first time sure doesn't take long."

"So what; a 30 second quickie to start with, 30 seconds later after he recovers maybe a fuck and then finally maybe you get him to eat you to orgasm before you do him a third time and send him home?" 

"You're sure blunt about it."

"Well, is it true?" She didn't answer immediately, the silence getting uncomfortable before she suddenly giggled.

"Actually, that's pretty close, but he hasn't gone down on me yet. I was actually planning to teach him to use his tongue on me tonight, but he doesn't have to go home early. His parents are out of town for the weekend, so he doesn't have to just rush home before midnight."

"Are you going to let him spend the night?"

"I, um... don't know. Do you think that's a good idea?"

I thought back to my own experience with Jenny, about how she'd had me fuck her in every room of the house, how we'd spent many an afternoon in her bed, but she always sent me home for the night. "I think that spending the night with him at this time might be trouble." I answered. "I suspect he would see that as a sign of commitment and undying affection and that you're in love with him as much as he is with you. Unless you're seeing him as something other than a sex partner, a fuck buddy, I think you're better to send him home."

"I was thinking about what you told me about your teacher, what was her name, Jan? 

"Jenny."

"Yeah, that's it. I was thinking how you never spent the night with her, she wouldn't let you sleep with her; you only had sex with her. So if you hadn't gone away, do you think that relationship would have gone on? Would you have continued seeing her?"

I'd never really thought it through and of course after all these years I'm sure my memories are tainted. Regardless, it didn't take long and I easily admitted what she was asking - my relationship with Jenny had just about run its course. She'd taught me everything she knew about sex, but that's all it was - sex. I had a mad crush on her - but still, she was almost old enough to be my mother, I was going to find a girlfriend and move on probably sooner than later - and there could be no long term relationship between us. I told Gloria that I understood what she was saying, although I'd never thought about it before that Jenny and I would probably have ended our relationship the same way. She'd been my teacher and lover, but it couldn't have gone on forever.




Executive Platinum Ch. 12



"That's where I am. I can see he's infatuated with me, and if he wasn't, then maybe we could have a longer relationship. But there's no way he's going to be without a girlfriend for long, and once he gets her, she's going to want him all to herself." She giggled, "But in the meantime - Oh My God - he's like the energizer bunny, he just keeps going and going and going."

I laughed right back at her, "Don't you mean he keeps cumming and cumming and cumming?" We both laughed together.

We sat there without saying anything for a while before she spoke up, letting me know she was still there. "So what's this thing you want to tell me about?"

I'd wondered whether she'd heard that - her lack of a response indicating that she probably hadn't. "Hmm. I didn't think you heard me."

"I did. So what is it?"

"More something I wanted to ask. I need to get away from work for a while; to leave my laptop and cell phone, let the world take care of itself for a few days. How would you like to meet me in Las Vegas in a couple of weeks? Catch a show or two; just get away from it all? 

"Oh my god, I'd love to!" 

"That's good, because I already booked the hotel. Do you need to check with work, or can you just tell them you're taking off?" I told her that I'd make the reservations and was just confirming everything when she interrupted to tell me that the doorbell had just rung - that Ronnie had arrived.



Executive Platinum Ch. 13



I had planned it as just a short vacation for the two of us. I could have had Gloria fly commercial to San Diego and then fly with me in my own plane to Las Vegas, only the logistics just didn't work out. I got there about 2 hours before she arrived, but by the time I got the plane tied down and grabbed a taxi and got over to the commercial terminal, she was literally just coming out of the secure area. I'd brought my phone with me after all, although I'd swore to myself that I wouldn't, but just for the flight over and back and meeting up with her. She spied me just as I was dialing her number; her hand touched my arm just as it started to ring. I turned, only to have her slip her arms around me and into my arms and we kissed. Practically a chaste kiss for us, very fit for public viewing, but still, it held promise of better later. I turned the phone off completely before I put it away; I learned a long time ago that the world doesn't come to an end if I don't answer -- but my vacation comes to an end if I do. 

"Any idea of what you want to do first?" I asked Gloria once we were in the taxi on the way to the hotel.

Leaning up to my ear, mindful of the cabbie in front, she whispered so only I could hear "Get naked, suck your cock and get it inside me." With her turned somewhat sideways as she was, my hand easily rested on her breast which I squeezed while I bent a bit more to kiss her again. This time it was a "not for public viewing" kiss that confirmed, as she melted against me, what she'd just whispered and was followed up seconds later by her continued whisper "and get your hands and tongue all over me."

"Gladly," I whispered back. I had my hand resting on her leg; she slipped it down more between her legs, although with the smart pants she was wearing (having come directly from work) it was more innuendo for me than an overt request for attention. 

"What hotel are we staying at?" she asked as we headed off the freeway.

"Caesars Palace," I answered.

"Why there?" she asked.

"Mostly because I've got us tickets to a show there Tuesday night. That way we don't have to drive or walk or anything."

"You do? Which show?" She'd been holding my arm to her, but she sat up with enthusiasm when I said that. 

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"Only if I don't like it."

"If you don't like that, then you'll probably like the other one."

"The other one? There's more than one?" 

"Uh-huh. I've got us tickets for Celine Dione Tuesday night, but the other one we're going to have to travel down the road a bit to get to. We've got tickets for Cirque du Soleil "Zumanity" on Thursday."

"Zumanity? What's that?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it, but I hear its adult oriented; it's supposed to be very sexy."

"Oh my God! Celine Dione and Cirque du Soleil?" 

I paid the taxi driver while the bell cap took our bags out of the trunk. 

"Why'd you say we're checking out Friday?" Gloria asked moments later after I'd finished checking us in. "My ticket's not until Sunday."

"Because we're not staying here for the weekend."

"We aren't?" she asked, puzzled. "Then where are we staying?"

"It's a surprise," I answered, "you'll have to wait until Friday."

Moments later as we walked toward the elevators, the bell cap leading the way with our bags, Gloria nudged me, "Look at that." I turned to see the sign; the bare back of a woman, obviously topless and wearing a thong, lying on a lounge, her well-tanned and gorgeous bottom mostly hidden by the strategically placed wording: "How Bare do you Dare? Venus Pool Club - 11 to Dusk"

"You brought us here because of that Venus Pool Club didn't you?" Gloria asked an hour later, her naked body cuddled up to my side, our first orgasms of the week having left us momentarily satisfied. "Just like you took me to that place in Palm Springs."

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"No. I know you. You like me being naked and showing my boobies to the world." She rolled over a bit and looked down at her naked body. "I don't know why, there are lots of girls out there with nicer ones than mine."

"I admit I like you naked; I like you naked walking on the beach with me, or swimming in the pool with me; I like you naked in bed with me, I like you naked almost any time. But you're wrong; I just love when you show them to me. I could care less as to whether you show them off to anyone else - you're the one that likes showing your boobs to the world. "

"I do not."

"And I've told you before," I added, rolling onto my side and reaching across to cup her nearest breast, "More than a mouthful or more than a handful is a waste! I think your boobs are absolutely perfect and if you want to show them to the world, you should. But I do like the mood that it puts you in showing them off to the world. You always want to come back and play naughty when you do." I rolled over a bit more, replacing my hand on her breast with my mouth, tickling her nub with my tongue, finally sucking it into my mouth, feeling it grow to my attention. 

"You just like me because I put out for you," she teased, stroking my hair as she watched me suckle her nipple.

"Is that why Ronnie likes you?" I responded, pulling away and looking her in the eye with a grin as my hand went to her other breast.

"It's because he doesn't know any better," she answered as I finished spinning over onto my belly and again suckling her near nipple as my hand worked her other nipple. 

"He doesn't know any better?" I grinned, pulling myself up and swinging my leg over her so I was now sitting on my knees, my butt against her belly. My cock, although not fully erect, had already begun swelling into another erection. "Or is it that he recognizes you as the hottie that you are, with two handfuls of breasts that are absolutely perfect?" I said, cupping both breasts as I did, "Or that you've got a sweet, wonderful pussy that is oh so tasty to lick and tongue or that you have a talented mouth that is oh so good at sucking him off? Does he know how spoiled he is with a woman of your talents?" I rose a bit and leaned forward, placing my almost rigid cock between her breasts and pushed them together with my hands. Rocking forward and backward it was just a few pushes between her globes before she lowered her head, her tongue reached out, and I stopped, her tongue bathing the end of my cock. Pulling back, her tongue caught me again on the next upstroke and with a little more lifting, my cockhead slipped into her mouth, her tongue swirling to my delight. "Oh my god, Gloria -- that's so nice."

Pulling back a bit, she pushed on my leg, "get off me," she said indicating that I should slide off to one side. I did, and she sat up, pushing me onto my back, and rolled over onto her elbows perpendicular to my body before pulling my cock sideways until she could fit me into her mouth. Without saying a word she continued sucking me, her hand holding me upright, slowly stroking, and I realized that she was doing this strictly because she wanted to. I'd ended up with my head and shoulders supported by a pillow, so I was in perfect position to just lay there and let her love on my cock. I could tell she was in no hurry to get me off but that she was going to. She wasn't asking for anything in return, she was just giving pleasure to her man.

At times she would just take my cock head in her mouth as her hand was stroking me. Other times, she'd work her tongue and lips around the sensitive spot while just holding me upright. Her hand slipped off and reached for my balls, fondling and squeezing them when she found them, yet again returning to my shaft, slowly stroking me up and down, her mouth constantly suctioning, her tongue twirling around the head, penetrating the hole in the end, doing what she could to pleasure my erection. Whenever she was in the proper position her eyes locked with mine, the twinkle telling me that I should just enjoy, she was where she wanted to be, I was where she wanted me to be. 

I didn't have to tell her that I was about to cum, she knew; but remembering the instructions of my teacher Jenny from so many years before, "A gentleman always gives his lady the option". I did. There was no hesitation on her part, no pulling back so that we could see the cum shoot like in a porn movie, just the constant administration of affection to my cock as my hips involuntarily rose, attempting to make my body bend backward, to make my cock the pinnacle of my body. She never opened her mouth, she just gradually slowed her tongue and mouth as I groaned, understanding perfectly that the touch of her tongue and the inside of her mouth was nearly too much to bear. Finally stilled, my cock spent, she pulled away and once more crawled up beside me. 

"Ronnie will have to find his own woman to get that."

~

I awoke again, the sunlight streaming through the semi-drawn curtains of the hotel suite. We'd made love before dinner, gone to dinner and made love again later, and then I'd been wakened in the middle of the night by her caresses and we'd done it again. I'd forgone getting up early and doing my run; my stroking of her body had instead woken her whereupon we'd pleasured each other once again -- only to fall asleep for a few more hours. 

"That was really nice," I said, realizing that although she hadn't said anything she was also awake. "I can't remember the last time I've cum this many times in just 12 hours." Her hand slowly stroked up and down my arm in response and she pushed her naked bottom back against me, snuggling closer. 

I spooned my body into her backside, just holding her close; she gripped my arm to her chest in response. Several minutes later with a satisfied sigh she whispered, "And Ronnie hasn't ever come close to satisfying me like that." This time I gently stroked her side in return; we just lay there holding each other.

"You've changed me."

We hadn't said anything for quite a while, just lying there, temporarily sated and lazy, in each other's arms.

"I've changed you?" I asked, understanding somehow that this wasn't an idle observation. "How so?"

She didn't answer immediately, the answer when it came somewhat wistful. "Growing up I always believed in the fantasy, in the myth. I always believed that sex was a part of love, that if you were with the one you loved that the sex would be fantastic. I always sort of thought, even when I realized that my husband was a real dickhead, that it was just that he wasn't my 'one and only', that somewhere there was someone out there that was my one and only." I didn't know what to say -- I still wasn't sure where she was going with this, so wisely -- I said nothing and just waited.

"I was supposed to meet my dashing White Knight; he was going to ride up on his horse, sweep me off my feet and we'd ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." She giggled, and then continued. "Actually where I grew up he would more likely have driven up in a flashy sports car -- but still, I was supposed to meet him, we would fall head over heels in love, get married and have two or three kids, a house with the white picket fence and a swimming pool in the back yard. He'd be dying slowly every day when he was away from me, waiting to come home, so we could make mad passionate love every night and we'd live happily ever after. Somehow I really knew that I was a princess, that my knight in shining armor was out there somewhere..." She drifted off there - I stroked her arm, waiting, understanding there was more to come.

"And part of the dream was that sex was something special between two soul mates; it was exclusive and perfect and just happened. When I met my husband, I was sure I was madly in love with him and that it was OK to give myself to him because we were in LOVE! It was sort of magical and romantic, and even though sex wasn't all that good, in fact it wasn't any good at all, I believed it was going to get better... And then I was pregnant and we were getting married and it still didn't get any better and from there -- things just got worse.

Even when you and I met, deep down I was really hoping that the dick that I was going to be meeting in San Diego was going to be just that - my knight in shining armor. He said all the right things, fed my fantasy, made me think it was going to happen. Even though I'd been married and my first knight had turned out to be more of a wolf in sheep's clothing, I still sort of believed that it really could happen. I'd been saving myself. Up until then I hadn't dated anyone seriously, thinking that when it did happen I'd know, the fantasy would come through after all..." her thoughts drifted off momentarily before she restarted.

"After my girlfriend gave me a vibrator and I had orgasms by myself -- I still knew  that I was supposed to be with someone, that somehow I was cheating myself. I was on my way to San Diego in pursuit of a fantasy that doesn't exist, and then in pursuit of that fantasy, you came along. You weren't the guy I was meeting; you were someone that rescued me. At that moment you were a knight in shining armor, although evidently you weren't my knight in shining armor, but you did everything that a dream knight was supposed to. You were the perfect gentlemen; you didn't try to take advantage of me when you surely could have, but when I decided to have sex with you -- it was more wonderful than anything I'd ever experienced. It wasn't supposed to be like that - I wasn't in love with you, but yet you gave me the most fantastic weekend of sex I'd ever had. You shattered my fantasy; you showed me that it was possible to have wonderful sex without being in love. Little by little you taught me that sex, and love, really are two different things. You took me to Palm Springs and we played with another couple, at least a little and that was OK too. You fulfilled my fantasy of being with a woman; something that I really didn't think would ever happen. You came to Dallas and we played at the office, another fantasy I'd have never fulfilled..."

"You know, three years ago if you'd told me that today I would have seduced a 21 year old virgin and be having an affair with him and teaching him how to be a lover and take care of a woman -- I'd have probably slapped you and surely would have laughed at you in that there was no way I was going to be having sex with someone that I didn't love. Love came first; or, at least, the perception of love." Rolling over onto her side where she could look me in the face, her head resting on my arm, she said "Do you love me?"

Oh shit. The "L" word. 

All kinds of things went through my mind. Should I play it off that I didn't understand? Should I tell her about the ambiguity of the word "Love" in English -- how we can "love" our pizza, make "love", "love" our dog, "love" our parents, "love" baseball or football or golfing, "love" popcorn or sex -- or our significant other and that all of those "loves" have a different nuance of understanding? Should I tell her how the Greek's had five different words that meant the same thing as our one word "Love?" All of those things flashed through my head in the three seconds before I told her that no, I didn't love her. But I didn't say it like that; I said "I adore you, Gloria; we're kindred souls. I love being with you, making love with you - we have fun when we're together... but I've only ever truly loved one woman in my life. I don't reach for her in bed when I wake up anymore, but no matter the day, I wake up with a love for someone that will never be there again." 

But she already knew that.

"Debs was a lucky woman." It was all she said for a minute or so, finally beginning again. "I've known that from almost the beginning. The way you talk about her, the way you obviously still miss and adore her. And truthfully, I recognize that I don't love you either, not as the one and only soul mate for me. I'm greatly infatuated with you, if things were different and we lived in the same city and you asked me to move in with you -- I'd do it in a heartbeat. If you asked me to have an exclusive sexual relationship with you, I'd do that in a heartbeat. But that you've given me the freedom, actually encouraged me, to have an affair with a 21 year old former virgin -- has helped me to realize there's more to life than a fantasy white knight that's probably never going to show up. You know, I don't love Ronnie either, it's been fun, but it won't be long and he'll be finding a girlfriend and he's going to be a wonderful lover thanks to you.

"Thanks to me?" I questioned.

"If it hadn't been for you, if you hadn't taught me to know what I needed, I wouldn't have been able to teach  him what I needed, or what other women need. But you should see him -- his self-confidence has absolutely exploded over the last couple of months. He was a boy before, but not anymore. I've heard some of the younger girls talking about him at work, he's becoming quite desirable and they have no clue why. If I let it go on, one of these days he'd come by telling me that he's found someone -- but I'm going to cut it off before then. He'll do fine now."

"You've been seeing him quite often?" I queried. Although I knew she'd had an affair with him I didn't, until now, know whether it was ongoing or a thing of the past. 

"Are you kidding? He's been over just about every weekend for two months now - I swear he's virtually insatiable; he can just keep going and going. I have to send him home on Sundays just so I can walk on Monday!" 

"So now you've practically got a live-in lover," I teased. Gloria looked up at my eyes again, realizing that I was teasing.

"I've got a practically live in student lover," She teased right back. "But I still need my weekends with the "Master." Having sex with him has opened my mind even more though. Remember back last year when we were with Mary and Steve in Palm Springs and we flew to your house with them and they wanted to fuck us? If I hadn't been there, would you have fucked Mary?"

"If you hadn't been there, I never would have met Mary." 

"Oh, good answer! I know that. But if you were in the situation where you met Mary, and she let you know that you could fuck her if you wanted -- would you have held back?" 

"Probably not," I answered, "or then again -- maybe. It's not that simple. I don't have sex with just any woman because I can; I like to have a relationship of some kind first." She was quiet for a few moments.

"I've thought about it quite a bit since then. And since I've been with Ronnie, it's increased my awareness that sex and love are two different things. I really did find Steve attractive; I've wondered many times what it would have been like if we'd had condoms available. I sucked his cock, what really is the difference between having his cock in my mouth and having his cock in my pussy?"

"I don't know," I answered, "maybe that it's hard to get pregnant if he comes in your mouth?" 

"Very funny," she giggled, "I can't get pregnant anymore anyway, but you're the only one that gets me without a condom." 

"So are you saying if Palm Springs happened today, you would probably have agreed to be with Steve?"

"No, not at all. I'm saying that you've made me realize that sex and love are two different things. I can have sex with Ronnie, and teach him how to pleasure me, and I can pleasure him, and we both know it's really not going anywhere..." she paused, thinking; "or at least I know it's not. Maybe I ought to make sure he knows that too?"

"Probably a good idea. Have you been letting him spend the night?"

"I've been tempted. It's nice waking up with a man in my bed." She paused a second and added, "well, at least it is when it's you."

"Hmmm, probably not a good idea. My Jenny never let me stay, so I knew it wasn't love. I lusted after her all the time and at the time I would have called it love. By doing that it forced me to recognize it was just sex, not real love and affection." 




Executive Platinum Ch. 13



"Yeah, I remember. You told me that before." Again several moments of thought went by before she continued. "I guess I'm saying that I love being with you, I love having sex with you, and it's OK not to be in love with you." She rolled off of my arm and looked me right in the face. "Do you know what I'm saying?"

I thought I did, but arranged my thoughts and considered what to say to answer her. I deciding that taking the serious edge off was the best approach. "I think you're saying you're heavily in lust with me and that anytime I want to invite you to Las Vegas for a couple of shows you're going to be an easy piece of ass..." I paused before stepping away from the flippant but apparently she knew I was being flippant and didn't hit me, "and that you realize I once had my true love, you'll never be able to replace her, but if I gave you half a chance you would be very comfortable spending the rest of your life in my bed." I gave it five seconds before I said, "How'd I do?"

"Something like that." I reached down and with one finger lifted her chin and kissed her.

~

We actually slept in for the second day in a row, at least slept in for me. It was nearly 10 when we had finished breakfast and were heading back to the room. We were standing in front of the elevators when one opened and we started to step forward when we realized that there were people getting off. We stopped our forward motion and immediately I heard "Mary?" and almost simultaneously Mary said "Gloria?" as we found ourselves face to face with our friends Steve and Mary from Palm Springs. 

"What are you doing here?" Mary said, and then immediately corrected herself, "I mean I know what you're doing here -- but such a small world! What a surprise!" Gloria glanced at me with a look that I recognized immediately said that she knew I'd set this little surprise up and she didn't for a moment believe this was coincidence. Stepping back from the elevator we greeted each other as old friends, the conversation from their part and mine easily recognizable as truly surprised, it really was a coincidence that we just happened to be in Las Vegas at the same time. 

Steve explained that he and Mary had actually planned on going back to Palm Springs for this week, but at the last minute had changed to Las Vegas, and that Caesars Palace wasn't where they normally stayed, they'd just decided to try something different.

Steve had swim trunks and a tee shirt on, Mary had some kind of beach cover-up and sandals; it appeared obvious to me they were headed to a pool. That was confirmed seconds later when Mary said "We were just headed to the pool, what are you guys up to?" Gloria confirmed that we were going up to change, and had plans on doing the same. "Fantastic! We'll save you a spot, come find us!" 

"The Venus Pool, of course," Mary answered when we'd asked which one they were going to. "I never pass an opportunity to show off the girls," she said with a grin and a wink.

"How long ago did you set this up?" was the first thing that Gloria asked when they stepped away and we stepped into the next available elevator.

"It was right after Palm Springs. We've been talking weekly about doing this, it was the first time it lined up for all of us, so I tricked you into coming as I knew you wouldn't go for it otherwise."

"Really?" she asked, looking at me, not sure whether to believe me or not.

"Absolutely not," I answered, shaking my head and grinning at her. "Why is it that when I tell you the truth, you don't believe me -- but when I tell you a lie that you do? Seriously Gloria -- it is pure coincidence that they're here, I had no idea." She squenched her eyes together, closing one and looking at me sidelong.

"Seriously?" 

"I'm not lying -- it's pure chance."

~

"You know they're going to ask us if we want to play again, don't you?" she asked, 10 minutes later as we waited for yet another elevator to take us back down to the pool level. 

"We don't know that," I responded, not even believing it myself.

"But they will, won't they?" Gloria continued as the bell for the elevator announced its arrival. The door opened and we joined four others already heading downstairs. 

"They might," I answered. 

"Do you want to?" I felt the eyes of four strangers observing us, wondering just what our conversation was about. 

"Let's play it by ear." 

Mary and Steve weren't hard to find, having staked out four lounge chairs for us in a surprisingly empty pool area. There were several couples across from us, but otherwise the area was virtually empty. Steve was on the end lounge with an empty lounge between him and Mary. Another empty lounge was on the opposite side of Mary, unless Mary moved over, one of us would be going between the two of them and one of us on the outside. Unhesitatingly Gloria took the lounge between Steve and Mary which left the girls in the middle and me on the outside with Mary between Gloria and me.

Steve had already shed his shirt when we arrived but Mary had just shed her cover-up, greeting us in a bikini as we arrived. "We weren't sure how soon you would be here" Mary said, nonchalantly reaching behind and unhooking her swim top, exposing her magnificent breasts. "We thought we might need to move, but it's really quiet so far. You should have seen this Saturday and Sunday though -- it was packed all weekend long. I really like the weekdays better. Hand me the lotion, Baby," she said to Steve, pointing to their beach bag. 

Gloria and I situated our chairs a little better and sat down, pulling our t-shirts off also. Gloria started putting sunscreen on also, but still had her bikini on, and made no effort to take it off. "You're not leaving your top on are you?" Mary said when Gloria started spreading lotion onto her upper chest. 

"I don't know, I haven't decided," she answered, not convincing even me.

"Oh don't give me that," Mary laughed," I saw how you loved going naked at Palm Springs. You might as well lose it now otherwise you'll just have to get the lotion out again later." I smiled to myself, and looked past her to Steve, apparently ignoring her, but really making sure she wasn't feeling any pressure from me. I saw her out of my peripheral vision, and recognized that her top was indeed coming off, as evidenced by Steve's eyes lustfully watching Gloria shed her bikini bra. 

I began getting caught up with Steve and everything they'd been doing, talking over the top of the girls, interrupted just a few moments later by Gloria tossing the sunscreen into my lap. "Will you do my back and I'll do yours?" She asked, rolling onto her stomach before I could answer. 

"Here you go Steve," I said, tossing the bottle back to him. "You're closer." Without hesitation he turned the bottle over and dribbled a bead of lotion down Gloria's naked back and legs before he ever touched her. He closed the bottle, tossing it back to me. 

"Do you need some too?" I asked Mary, not making any effort to touch her.

"Of course," she answered, rolling onto her stomach and pulling her hair up away from her shoulders. I obliged, smoothing the lotion into her back, making sure I slid my hand in under her arm, my fingers catching the back edge of her boobs, teasing. Her face was toward me watching and although she didn't say anything, she knew I'd done it on purpose. When I was finished with her back and legs, she rolled over and sat up, reaching for the lotions. Putting lotion in her hand she proceeded to cover the front of her body from head to toe, much to the delight of every voyeur around the pool pretending to pay attention to their girl.

The thing about being with Mary when she was topless was that her girls are the center of attention -- and she knows it. Large natural breasts that stand proud without support really are a rarity, and a woman who proudly allowed them to be ogled was, and is, just as rare. I'm not sure whether it was that Mary and Gloria were topless, but as others arrived all morning long, they would glance around the pool, and more often than not, move into an open lounge closer to us than closer to the other side of the pool. 

It turned out that Steve and Mary had been in Las Vegas for 4 days already and were headed home before the weekend. It didn't take long and if was like we were catching up on old times even though we had only ever met them just once before. 

Several hours in the sun, several dips in the pool, several reapplications of sun screen and we all agreed we were ready for some lunch and something out of the sun. We headed for our rooms to change; Steve and Mary gave us their room number and we said we'd call them after we'd cleaned up.

~

"You guys wanta come up to the room for a drink?" Steve asked an hour later as we finished our lunch. I glanced over to Gloria, giving her an "it's up to you," look. 

Gloria paused from whatever she'd been discussing with Mary, looked back at me and shrugged her shoulders, "Sure, why not? We haven't got anything else planned until later, do we?"

A drink and what else? I thought, remembering our naked holiday in Palm Springs with them. I wondered if Gloria had thought about that before she so blithely answered. I suspected not. "Ok by me." I answered. "Shall I go by and pick up a bottle of something?"

"No worries," Steve answered, "We've got plenty for today. You can buy tomorrow." 

"So what are you guys up to tonight?" Steve asked an hour later as he finished refilling drinks all around. Surprisingly, despite having been topless at the pool, we were all still clothed, still getting caught up on what we'd been doing, and there had as yet been no indication of a desire for any explicit sexual activity. "We're going clubbing, you're welcome to come along." 

"We've got plans," Gloria answered, "We've got tickets for Celine Dione and I can't wait! I've always wanted to see her show."

"We're seeing Celine Dione tonight and Zumanity on Thursday, but we've got nothing scheduled tomorrow." I chimed in. "You guys got plans for tomorrow?"

"Actually tomorrow we've been invited to a private party," Mary answered, glancing at Steve. I saw a short nod from Steve, and she continued "but you guys might enjoy going along."

"Oh, we wouldn't want to do that," Gloria responded, "We wouldn't know anyone."

Private party? And they're inviting us to go along? Something about the glance back and forth between Steve and Mary left me wondering. I hadn't quite put it together when Steve explained.

"Actually not knowing the other people is part of the idea for this party..." He looked back and forth at both Gloria and me, and then sat down on the arm of the large chair that Mary was sitting in. He looked down at Mary, and then back at us. "Listen, I think we owe you guys an explanation."

"For what?" Gloria said, not picking up on the vibes the conversation had suddenly taken on. I thought I knew, but said nothing.

"Well, partly for not exactly being totally truthful when we met you guys in Palm Springs." He paused, his eyes swinging between us. "I know we told you that we used to be swingers, and that we didn't fuck others anymore, but that's not entirely true," he continued. "After we left you in Palm Springs we," his hand moved towards Mary, "talked about you two and realized when we'd all been together in Jim's pool, when things were getting pretty hot, we had both indicated we'd like to fuck with you if you wanted."

"Although we told you we used to fuck around with others but didn't anymore, that's also wasn't entirely true," Mary continued. "We actually have a little group of friends back home, but there we know everyone. It's only on the road that we don't just indiscriminately do anyone anymore." 

"You know how Mary has such a hard time keeping her boobs in her shirt," Steve said, reaching over and squeezing her tit when he did. Mary playfully backhanded his leg and then tucked her hand in underneath it affectionately, "and as you know she's a sucker for a hard cock and a hot lady. We're always looking for places where we can play, just not necessarily fuck around. Topless pools at Vegas and nude resorts at Palm Springs are unusual, kind of the exception. Most towns don't have such resorts, but they almost always have a swingers club or party, all you have to do is know whom to ask to get invited. We're always finding a party, and although we like to watch and be watched and Gloria loves eating pussy, we don't usually fuck others that we've just met. Until we've seen someone and got to know them, find that we have some kind of mutual attraction, we don't fuck around. We've got plenty of variety in our group back home, you know? But we do like to watch and be watched. Just so you know, the 'clubs' we're going to tonight are sex clubs, swingers clubs, where all sorts of things can happen."

His explanation was about what I'd expected; it was just that I didn't know the specifics. "There are all kinds of people at these clubs," Mary continued, "mostly we like to watch or play ourselves while others watch, but we draw the line at fucking with people we don't know. You know I like to play with sexy women," she said, shifting her gaze pointedly to Gloria, "and Steve likes to watch when I do. We pretty much draw the line at a little oral like we did with you guys." 

"It's very rare that we find another couple, like you, that we're both attracted to enough to play with on the road, and even rarer that we ever see them again. We were both pretty amazed when we ran into you at the elevators."

Gloria glanced at me, and then back at them. "You mean Jim didn't set this up, us meeting here like this?"

"Set this up?" Mary asked quizzically. "Set what up? You mean us meeting?" Gloria nodded. "Not at all, we really were thinking of going to Palm Springs again this week, it was only by chance that we came here. We were totally surprised when we saw you two." Gloria looked back at me, and I realized from her look that for the first time she might be beginning to believe that I hadn't set this up, meeting Steve and Mary really had been just chance.

"So what I'm saying," Steve continued, "is that the clubs we're going to probably aren't quite what you were thinking of. Technically they aren't even clubs, they're listed as parties because sex clubs are officially illegal in Nevada, but there are a couple of places where we like to go and show off a bit."

"They're not quite as much fun as they could be, they let almost anyone in," Mary continued, "but the party tomorrow is much more exclusive. It's by invitation only, so if you guys want to go with us, we'll clear it with the hosts." 

I thought about what they were saying, and wondered just how far the invitation went. I added up the parts, and thought I understood. "What is it about the party that's more fun?"

"It's the people. I'm not sure how to say it, but they're more like you, and us, and our group back home. You can tell that they're more like-minded if you will, whereas the clubs are people that are perhaps a bit more aggressive? That and they typically are more physically fit. It doesn't matter whether you've got an 8 inch cock or not if it's hidden beneath a 48 inch waist if you know what I mean."

"I think I see what you mean. And if we want to go with you," I said, looking at Gloria for an indication, but she gave none, "how do we get an invitation?"

"Just a recommendation from us."

~

I climbed into the shower, easily big enough for a party, and Gloria stepped in with me a moment later. "Do we dress up or go casual? " Gloria asked, reaching over and taking the soap from my hand.

"For the show? No idea," I answered, reaching over and taking the shampoo, my previously clean hair feeling somewhat crusty after having been in the pool. "Probably most people are Vegas casual... why?"

"Melissa helped me buy a really nice dress..." 

"Perfect! I'll get my nicer stuff out too. I finished getting clean; Gloria was just starting her hair so I took the shampoo from her and began washing it for her. I lathered it up and worked the shampoo in, ending with massaging her scalp with my fingers. When I was done, I backed up to the wall, the shower spraying over my shoulder and rinsed her hair for her. After I finished I slid my arms around her and pulled her to me, my hands finding both of her breasts. "Hey!" she said, gently with a giggle, "you're going to make us late." I pulled my hands back and turned enough to turn the water off.

"As if you'd mind," I answered, turning back in time to reach out and pat her bottom as she stepped out of the shower. 

"I would," she answered, "I want to see the show." Taking the towel from wiping her body and bending forward to begin to dry her hair, she said "go out while I get dressed," 

There was something about her vulnerable position, bent over, beautiful bare ass not quite pointed right at me, her glorious breasts dangling beneath her upper body -- and suddenly my cock began rising to the occasion. "Are you sure?" I answered, reaching over to grab her arm and pull her to me. She relinquished her grip on the towel and it stayed on her head, but one arm came between my arm and her breasts. I bent and kissed her shoulder, but it was just momentary and she pushed me away. "Go!"

"Reeoww" I growled playfully, stepping up behind her again as she turned away, my hand sliding around her body to grab her tit again. 

She easily spun out of my grasp, laughing. "Bad Dog, Sit!" she said, turning and waggling a finger at me. I gave her my best "kid caught with his hand in the candy jar" look which made her laugh more. Still waggling her finger at me she said "Knock it off! You're going to take me out to see Celine Dione and then feed me and then when we come back you can have me for dessert. Now go get dressed."

I headed out and got dressed, hearing Gloria finishing up with the hair dryer in the bath. Going out to the front room of our suite I turned the TV on, idly looking for nothing in particular while she finished getting ready. I hadn't really paid any attention behind me, but wasn't surprised when she stepped out and said "Ready?"

Turning around, all I could say was "Wow!" 

It wasn't the 'little black dress' from Dallas, but was easily more stunning. A deep cobalt blue, it glistened and shimmered in the light. A plunging neckline wasn't deep enough to expose whether she was braless or not, although later the gentle bob of her breasts and the low cut back gave it away. Her favorite single white pearl nestled between the exposed curves of her breasts. Not as short as the little black dress had been, this was a very mature, elegant, and extremely sexy dress. 

"Wow," I repeated a second time, "You did good! You look gorgeous!"

"Good. I'm glad you like it, I had you in mind when I picked it out."

We were both amazed by the show; Celine Dione gave a fantastic performance. Even though it was a Tuesday night, she played to a full house, a testament to the draw of her music -- and the venue of Las Vegas. Afterward we grabbed a cab to the restaurant, getting seated at a view window overlooking the strip. 

"Does it ever shut down?" Gloria asked after dinner, a glass of Reisling in her hand, looking out the window overlooking the strip. The cars below were bumper to bumper, seemingly not moving except inches at a time. 

"Not hardly," I answered, a glass of Cognac in my own hands. "I've been here when the sun's coming up, and the strip is still bumper to bumper. Gloria's free hand slid over to mine and I took it. 

"It's been a nice night. Thank you." 

Seeing that her glass was almost empty, I asked if she needed another. Her glance around had that "where's the bathroom?" look to it, and standing she said she'd be back in a few moments. I watched her as she crossed the room, admiring her figure and the shimmering blue dress, then turned back to the window and finished my cognac. 




Executive Platinum Ch. 13



I didn't hear her returning, but felt her presence as she started to slip into the seat beside me once again. "What do you think? Are you ready for dessert?" She asked, an impish smile on her face, holding her hand out to me. Not thinking anything of it, I reached for hand, the closed fist as I did telling me that it wasn't empty. Rather than taking my hand, at first hers opened, depositing a dainty little nothing into my palm and then gripping my hand she pulled me closer. "I told you what you get for dessert before we left." 

I glanced down at the thong that she'd deposited into my hand, and back at her. She'd pulled away and picked up her nearly empty wine glass and finished it before turning back toward me. "What, is this a tip for the waiter?" I asked with a grin, not quite openly displaying her panties to the now virtually empty restaurant. 

"I think that is a tip that it's time to take me back to the hotel room," she said, resting her hand on my leg and sliding it up toward my crotch. She glanced around the room and said with a grin "or if you prefer, I could slide right up onto the table and you can have your dessert here?" 

"Even in Las Vegas there are things that are likely to get you arrested," I answered with my own teasing grin, "but it is a tempting offer."

Gloria and I didn't talk about Steve and Mary's proposition again until later that night after we'd had "dessert" in bed. The show was spectacular, Dinner was phenomenal, and as we were alone riding the elevator to our room I pulled her to me, sliding my hand from the middle of her back onto her dress covered, but otherwise naked bottom and asked her what she would prefer for her dessert. She pulled my ear down to her mouth and whispered "Crème de la Cock." Who was I to argue with that?

We were lying on the bed sometime later, momentarily sated with Gloria snuggled into my shoulder when she brought it up. "Do you believe them?"

"Believe them about what?" I asked, knowing she was talking about Steve and Mary, and thinking of whether they just went to clubs to watch and be watched, or participate; whether they really had a somewhat exclusive club back home.

"Steve and Mary. Do you believe them when they say they don't fuck around except at home? Except with people that they know?"

I didn't answer immediately; the same thoughts had been floating through my mind. Along with that thought, I was pretty sure that although they had said they weren't into fucking others just randomly, that they were definitely hinting that they wouldn't mind sharing our bed with us, or at least playing again. "I'm not sure. On the one hand, they didn't tell us the truth last time, but if they had -- we might not have stayed around. On the other hand, they didn't have to tell us that this time, unless they wanted us to know that they didn't fuck just anyone but they were interested in us."

"Do you really think so?" 

"Of course. That seemed to be a pretty obvious invitation that when we play with them again this time, if we want to include fucking, they do too. Didn't you see the look Mary gave you? " 

"What if we don't want to play with them?" She asked, ignoring or missing that I'd indicated Mary had been giving her the come-on.

"Then you won't get the opportunity to be with a woman again," I answered, letting my hand slide under her arm and onto her breast. My fingers found her nipple and gently squeezed. "You know you want to, and she never took her eyes off you, so she's interested too."

Gloria's hand slid down my stomach, finding my slowly swelling cock. "And you're not? You don't want to fuck her?"

"I didn't say that," I responded. Gloria turned, forcing my hand away from her breast, and moved her head toward my cock. Moments later her mouth engulfed me as I swelled even more, her leg lifting over my head as she moved into a 69. "I know you want her, you want her mouth on you just like mine," I teased, kissing around her pussy, purposely staying await from the tongue action she really wanted. "And you want her too. You don't want to be sucking my cock; you want to be tasting her pussy again, don't you?"

She didn't answer, just lowered her pussy to my mouth, forcing me to shut up or suffocate. 

"I really liked playing with her last time," Gloria said later after we'd both settled back down a bit.

"I take it you'd like to play with her again?" 

There was practically no hesitation before she said "yeah." It felt like she was going to say more, I just lay there with her cuddled on my arm. 

"I've got such mixed up feelings about you, about us, about everything."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not really knowing for sure.

"I mean it's like you've turned everything I ever knew about sex and love, right and wrong, moral and immoral upside down."

"Me? I didn't do anything of the sort. You were the one that decided what you were or weren't going to do. I just encouraged you to make your choice." 

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I always thought I should only be with one man, and then you came along. I never thought I could act on my curiosity of being with a woman, and then you encouraged me. I never thought I'd be having an affair with a 21 year old, and having an affair with you, and about to have another affair with Mary. It wasn't all that long ago that I'd never had sex with anyone except my husband, and now I might be having sex with another man while you're there watching and you don't even seem to mind."

"Hmm," I responded while I thought of my answer. "I guess I have to say, 'why should I mind?' I've got no claim on you other than we've got a certain amount of mutual affection for each other, but that doesn't keep us from having affection for other people either."

"You really don't mind that I've been fucking Ronnie? Would you care if I fucked Steve?"

"Should I?" I paused letting the question sink in. "Do you mind that I've been sleeping with Janet?"

"Of course not, but that's different. You had her before we even met, and... and it's different."

"No, it's not." She didn't respond, we lay there quietly for a while.

"Do you want to fuck Mary?"

I didn't answer immediately, but knew immediately the answer was yes. I could tell Gloria was anxious about what was happening again. "I think Mary is a sexy, beautiful, woman. I find her attractive, and it's obvious she finds us both attractive also. Truthfully, I could have fun with her and enjoy it, but if it bothers you, I won't. What about you -- do you want to do Steve?" I finished, putting the ball back in her court.

"I'm not attracted to him the way I am you."

"That's not what I asked. Does that mean he's like Ronnie? You wouldn't mind fucking him because he's got a stiff cock and you like stiff cocks, or that you don't want to, you're not attracted to him at all?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say what? You keep giving me answers that don't match the questions. Are you saying that you are attracted to Steve or that he's not like Ronnie, or that you would mind fucking him?"

"I don't know. Would you mind if I did?"

"Oh good heavens, Gloria. Of course not. So you're saying you would like to fuck him?"

"I don't know. I guess. I'm just not as attracted to him as I am to you, or even Ronnie, but he's really got a nice cock. When we were playing in your pool, I wanted him to do me so bad. And then when we met them again here, that keeps popping into my head, but that's not what I really want."

"What's that?"

"I want to watch you fuck Mary."

I laughed. "You want to watch me, huh?" I rolled up a bit so I could look at her. She turned her face up to me. Her lower lip went between her teeth and she looked a bit sheepish. "What?" I asked.

"Really I want to help you fuck her."

"Help me? What do you mean?"

"I want to guide your cock into her. I want to eat her again, and get her all hot and bothered, and then I want to slide you into her, and hold her while you fuck her and I want to feel her cum while you're fucking her, to see what it's like when you do it to me."

I rolled completely to her this time, pulling her too me, running my hand down onto her bottom. "Whatever you want baby, it's OK by me." She turned her face to me and I turned mine down, our lips locking again. I slid my hand off her bottom, across her hip and her leg opened for my touch. "My god baby, that really turns you on doesn't it?" I asked as my finger found her pussy once again wet and hot.



Executive Platinum Ch. 14



~

It was her voice that made me turn back. 

Gloria was holding on to my hand with a passion, there was no way she was letting go. After arriving we'd stopped in front and gotten a drink and then walked out back and checked out the spa and the swimming pool and the people; especially the people and the activities happening in various rooms of the house. 

We'd been taking the tour of the rest of the house when her voice stopped me. 

Mary had been right; these were not your average cross section of people from the city, but a cut above -- at least physically. Nudity was everywhere; complete and partial. Sex was everywhere, but not just an outright orgy. At the bar was a very attractive woman in a form fitting little black dress sitting next to a man in a polo shirt and slacks that were obviously just watching people as they nursed their drinks. The dress didn't go far down her legs, if she'd been facing me from the bar I suspected I'd have been able to see up her dress. I couldn't help but take a gander at her gorgeous legs and form from across the room. As my eyes came back to her face, she leaned over to the man she was with and said something, which caused him to glance our way. 

At the spa, large enough for an easy dozen people, there was one man sitting on the edge, totally naked with only his legs in the water. A woman, apparently also naked from what I could see, was between his legs sucking him off. Two other couples were adjacent, up to their bare shoulders in the water, sitting and watching and, from the looks of arm locations, probably entertaining each other below the water line as they did. 

In a corner of the front room a buxom brunette with a shelf bra holding up her naked breasts was riding her partner in an easy chair while holding the hand of a man sitting on a bar stool positioned immediately next to her and her partner. I suspected the woman was holding her husband's hand -- I had no idea who the man she was fucking was. 

We'd stopped just inside a large play room where there were at least 8 people, although whether they were 4 couples or not, I couldn't tell. The room was easily large enough for another 8. Five of the participants, three women including one very attractive black woman and two men were playing together virtually in the middle. Off to one side there were two men and a woman, doing something I'd never seen before. The woman was on her side, almost facing us, sucking the cock of a very muscular black man. Between her legs a white man had his face buried in her pussy, but the most remarkable thing, a first for me, was that the black man was not only getting sucked, but was sucking the white man at the same time. A quick "oh my," from Gloria and the tightening of her hand on mine had corresponded with her looking in that direction. 

Mary glanced at Gloria, smiled and said, "Remember, you don't have to participate in anything, you can just watch if you want." Turning we'd stepped out and down the hall, which is where I heard her voice. 

The next room, much smaller, was complete with a large bed, one woman, and three men. The woman, apparently beautiful from what I could see (at least her body was a knockout), had her back to the headboard, but her face was hidden by the one man who was standing straddling her, his cock obviously in her mouth. The other two men were kneeling, one on each side, her hands holding and stroking their cocks. One of the two kneeling men was fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, slowly running his outside hand from breast to breast. From the natural motion caused by his fondling, although she had probably C cup breasts, it seemed apparent that they were all natural and quite beautiful. The other man, kneeling on the opposite side, had his hand down her red stretch panties, his middle finger obviously penetrating her and stroking. A fleeting thought went through my head questioning why she had her panties on when the one partner was obviously pleasuring her with his hand. I turned expecting to move on, but Gloria hadn't moved. She'd let go of my hand when I'd turned, and now with me unexpectedly pressed into her side, her face fixated on the foursome on the bed, I leaned in and said "Like that, do you?" 

She watched for another 10 seconds before looking up at me, her hand reaching down to caress my cock through my pants at the same time and said, "Yeah, I do. That's hot."

Mary giggled at that, turned and stepped outside the door again. "I figured you'd loosen up once we got here."

Gloria definitely had, if not the jitters, at least qualms about coming. We'd discussed what we were up for at length, and mostly she was up for watching, and maybe playing while others were watching us. At first she'd said that maybe just getting together with Mary and Steve would be better, but eventually admitted she wanted to go at least once. I'd asked her if someone approached her and wanted to play and she was attracted to them just what she'd do -- and at first she said she'd turn them down, she could never do something like that. I reminded her of all the other things she'd said she had never or could never do that she had now done, and perhaps she should think about it before that came. Eventually, although we admitted to each other we probably weren't going to fuck around with others, there was a possibility of that, and I reminded her as long as we used condoms and practiced safe sex, almost anything was OK with me.

Later she'd admitted that what she'd visualized beforehand was multitudes of people participating in a wild orgy of fucking, but what we found was more of a semi (well, actually mostly) naked cocktail party. Admittedly most cocktail parties don't include actual sex in public (although tales of wild Christmas parties usually have some basis in truth) and the outright, "Would you guys like to join us in a room for a while?" propositions are, at the very least, a little more subtle. But other than that, it was a lot more subdued than either of us had expected. 

As we stepped out into the hall and toward the next room, I suddenly heard her voice. "I said NO! The panties stay on!" 

I stopped immediately, the face that went with the voice immediately popping into my head. The image of the body that went with the face that had just popped into my head also appeared -- although as I'd never seen her without clothes on, or even with suggestive clothes on, it was just in my imagination. I compared my mental image with the gorgeous woman in red panties that had just been taking on three men, and it added up. The breasts were about the right size. The curve of the waist, the length of the legs, even the red painted toenails that I'd just once barely seen one time with some open toed shoes all seemed to be about right. 

Gloria took another step, and although I released my grip on her hand, she didn't release hers on mine, coming to a stop along with me. "What's the matter?" she asked, causing Steve and Mary, just a step ahead to also pause and look back.

"I know that voice. I know who she is!" I said, turning and taking the half step back to the open door.

Inside, the four of them were changing positions. The man who she'd been sucking was still hard, but was now off to one side pulling a condom off. Whether the two kneeling had tried to work together to take her panties off I couldn't tell, but the one that had been playing with her breasts was now looking sheepish, the other reaching for a condom package that she was holding out for him to take. "I'll pop my panties for the right woman, but nobody's fucking me unless I say so," her voice quieter than the almost shout that had brought me to a stop. I was looking right at her face, no longer blocked by the cock and butt in front of her, and her eyes rose to mine. A smile crossed her face as she saw me. "There's always room for more," she propositioned.

"Thanks, not right now," I answered stepping back to the other three who hadn't followed me back. "I know her," I said, "She's the..."

"Unh-Unh, Jim," Steve interrupted, his finger first waving back and forth in the air in a symbolic no and then coming to his lips telling me to quiet down.

Mary stepped closer to both Gloria and me and added in a loud whisper; "If you think you know someone here, they're not who you think they are unless they introduce themselves and acknowledge they also know you. There are a lot of people that are swingers or players that, if the word got out, the average public would crucify them. Judges, school teachers, sports stars, lawyers, priests; you'll find that there are a lot of people that are "somebody" back home. They're here because of anonymity, so you don't know anyone, you just think you do. Even if they introduce themselves with a name, you don't speculate on anything else, you don't guess. If for nothing else, if anyone ever asks, then you can truthfully say you never met anyone by that name."

With a grin, Steve leaned closer and said "So who is it that you think she is?"

I didn't think, I knew. She didn't have her makeup on, but it was definitely her. I commonly turned the television news on every morning while I got dressed to find out what was happening in the world; what the weather was going to be like, although more often than not the so-called morning news was more often about some publicity seeking starlet who's boob popped out of her dress at the Emmy's or some asinine sports star that got beat to a pulp outside a strip bar at 2 in the morning. Most of that I just listened to in the background every morning but when the weather came on, I always stopped to look at the beautiful lady that told me to wear a raincoat or sunscreen. Young and beautiful, hot and sexy, she was one of the star draws for that TV station and they knew it. That hot sexy weather girl, that I'd often shaken my head in wonder at how gorgeous she was, was currently just fifteen feet away dressed in nothing but tight red panties and taking turns sucking cocks. "She's the..."

"You think! You think!" Steve interrupted.

"I think," I continued, "she looks an awful lot like the weather girl on our local television station."

"Oh My god, really?" Gloria said. I nodded, all three of them looking at me.

"A perfect example why you never speculate. If she were, can you imagine the repercussions if she was found out? 

~

"Condoms are available in bowls at the bar and by every door, and remember, "no" means "no". Any complaints at any time and you're asked to leave and never come back. Stay safe and have fun," the woman who greeted us at the door had said with a smile. 

Mary explained that they said it to everyone, but especially reiterated it to 'newbies' like us. Except for the size, from the outside the house could have been almost any house in any city, although here it was well out in the outskirts of town. From the inside, however, it was obvious this was no ordinary party. Mary had encouraged Gloria to wear a cocktail dress, braless, while she was wearing a dress. When we were asked at the door, "Can I take anything?" Mary had slipped her dress over her head, leaving her in a matching see-through thong and bra set that left most of her breasts exposed. Steve said he didn't want to check anything just yet, so I didn't either, and Gloria kept her dress on and my hand in that death grip. 

The house was much larger than it appeared from the street. A wet bar was off to one side of the front room with a bartender mixing and serving drinks. The bar, arranged like a peninsula from the wall, separated the entry room from what appeared to be a family room beyond. Couches and chairs were arranged throughout most of the rooms with plenty of folding chairs discretely stacked in different locations. A few bar stools spread out along the bar. Visible through open back doors was a swimming pool, and although I didn't initially see anyone in the pool, the shimmering of the water said that someone was, or just had been, in. Groups of people, two's and three's and four's or more, were spread out around the large entry room. Some were standing, others sitting, some were talking -- and some were without a doubt, fucking. Some were totally clothed, although most were only partially dressed or wearing lingerie or sexy clothing, and some were totally nude. 

Steve indicated that we should start at the bar and after we'd all gotten a drink, they started to show us around. "This is sort of a mixing room," Steve explained about the living room as we walked through it towards the back patio and pool area. "There really aren't any rules other than no means no -- but generally if people decide to do something, except for a little light play out here, they generally take it on back to other areas," he explained, motioning around the room. There were several groups spread around, some just talking, others doing perhaps a bit more. On one love seat there were two men sitting with women on their laps. One of the women was topless, leaning closely to the man whose lap she was sitting on, his hand fondling her bare breast. The other woman was sitting upright, her hand obviously in the crotch of the man she was sitting on. On another couch a man was sitting with his arms around two girls, obviously for the moment just talking. As we stepped by the bar, we immediately saw a nude man, previously unseen and hidden by the bar, sitting in a straight backed chair next to a table where a fully clothed woman was kneeling between his legs giving him head. "Of course, there are always exceptions," Mary said with a grin. There were a couple of foursomes standing around with drinks, talking, perhaps just getting to know each other -- I couldn't tell.

As we stepped outside, I could see that as I'd suspected there were several people in the pool. Over in the shallow end, two men and two women were sitting in the shallows, apparently naked, but also just talking at the moment. And, of course, the previously mentioned group of six in the spa.

Inside the house there were several other rooms in various stages of occupancy. One room had couches on either side of the room with a large bed in the middle, obviously designed for watching and being watched, but at the moment it was empty. A bathroom with a large walk-in shower and dual shower heads at opposite ends and stacks of towels was toward the back, and while I didn't think anything of it at first, in another location on a closed door a small sign with a picture of a toilet on it said "Gloria's Hole" although another adjacent door wasn't labeled. 

It didn't take long to recognize that if someone was interested in playing, they just walked up and introduced themselves and asked if you were interested in joining them. Mary, in her semi-dressed state and luscious breasts was an obvious center of attention however Gloria and I also had a couple of polite inquiries. Although Gloria and I were definitely more relaxed by now than when we'd come in, there was still a bit of angst in the air.

When Mary said "I'm going to the restroom, do you want to come along?" Gloria immediately stood and joined her, together heading for the hallway.

"We'll wait for you on the patio out back," Steve said, a hand wave from Mary acknowledged that they'd heard as they walked off talking.

"What is it about women, when they go to the bathroom, they never go alone?" I said to Steve, just in conversation. 

"Yeah, but it's not that she has to go to the bathroom, this time," Steve answered, a slight smirk on his face. When I looked back at him, puzzled, he said "Gloria's Hole?" I still didn't get it immediately and then it suddenly hit me. Gloria's Hole. Glory Hole. And I remembered the unmarked door immediately adjacent. 

"Really?" I asked, "a Glory Hole?"

"Of course. You ought to know, Mary's loves sucking cock. Come to think of it, Mary just loves cock." He laughed. 

"So she'll just suck a complete stranger?"

"Sometimes, not always. If there's someone there and she feels like it, she might. She'll always jerk them off, but won't necessarily suck them off. Even then she always uses a condom on strangers. But that goes both ways being a stranger -- the guy getting sucked doesn't know who's sucking him off either. Remember the two guy's with the girl we saw in that first room, where the black guy was sucking the other guy?" I did -- suddenly remembering that somewhere I'd read that in actual studies guys couldn't tell when they were getting sucked off whether the mouth doing the sucking belonged to a man or a woman unless they could see. Any perceived difference was in their mind only. "You never know with a glory hole -- the hot babe sucking you off might just have a dick."

The duo that had been in the pool had apparently moved to the spa, as there were now 8 in there. Or rather, there were now 6 in the spa, and two on the sides. One man and one woman were both sitting on the side of the spa, and in both cases they were receiving oral sex. 

There were two new couples in the pool, all four cuddled together in the shallow end. If they were truly couples, it was hard to tell who was with whom. 

Beyond the pool there were a couple of lounges where two men and a woman were to themselves. The woman was obviously fucking one of the men, riding him while he lay on his back on the lounge. The other man was just sitting to one side, watching, a beer or drink in one hand. 

We slid into some high chairs around a table with an umbrella to wait for the girls to return. We weren't that far away from the wall behind us, but there was enough room for someone to walk by, or walk up behind us, as evidenced by the two hands that slid in on my shoulders, and down onto my chest. Expecting that it was Gloria or Mary I slid my hand over and squeezed the arm without looking, running my hand up towards her elbow as her fingers found and rubbed across my nipples. "So you found us," I said without looking back, just as my nose told me I didn't recognize the faint smell of this woman.

"Were you missing?" a sultry woman's voice almost whispered into my ear, "I'm so glad I found you if you were."

My head swiveled toward her, finding the sultry brunette in the slinky black dress from the bar just inches from my face. "Not that I was aware of," I laughed, "but it's always nice to meet new people."

"We saw you when you came in," she responded, her hand slipping up to cover mine, pulling it from her arm and onto her breast. "We thought you looked like you'd be fun to play with; that is, if you're interested." 

Steve had advised us of what we might expect on the way from the hotel. "Have you ever been to a swing club?" he'd started. "Don't be surprised, almost anything goes," he'd continued when Gloria said definitely not and I indicated Debs and I had played with others a couple of times, but never at a club. "Everybody has their own little turn-on, and this allows people to explore their fetish or whatever. It's not all just pairing up and swapping, although that's quite common -- finding a couple that the two of you are attracted to and indulging. By far that's the most common, but like I said anything goes. I've seen men that like to watch their woman with other men, women that like to watch their man with another woman; women that get off on seeing their husband suck off another man. Some are into threesomes or more, some are just into watching or being watched. A lot of women are like Mary here, a swing club gives them an opportunity to play with other women, and admittedly sometimes men come to play with other men. The cardinal rule is just that "no" means no. If you meet someone and want to do something, just ask; if they ask and it's something you don't want to participate in, just say so. You'll find that everyone is more polite than you'll find at any other kind of party."




Executive Platinum Ch. 14



With that caveat in mind, I'd expected something to happen, but never in my wildest dreams would I have expected a good looking sexy woman that I'd never met to walk up, say hello, cuddle up to me and immediately move my hand to her breast. Apparently in a swingers club, it's perfectly permissible to fondle a stranger -- if they let you know that you can. The form fitting dress molded to her braless breast, her nipple hardened as I squeezed, my hand widening to hold a firm B cup tit in my palm. 

Turning a bit more toward her, as I put my arm onto the back of the chair she slid around from behind me, pushing in against my leg, her hand rising to my shoulder. I let my hand drop from her breast back to her arm as she nuzzled in against me. "This is my husband, Tom," she said, nodding a bit over her shoulder to where he was, standing somewhat behind her. "And I'm Nancy," she finished, her hand dropping to my thigh, her fingertips running back and forth slowly on my leg. 

"Glad to meet you Nancy," I said, "I'm Jim, and this is Steve." Steve had already put his hand out to Tom to shake his hand and I followed suit seconds later. "Care to join us?" I said, indicating the third stool while looking around to see if another was available.

"Let me see if I can find another chair," Steve said, rising from his own chair and indicating the other side of the table where a third chair sat unused.

"Oh, don't bother, I'm fine," Nancy answered, "I don't need to sit on a chair when there are lots of happy laps available." 

Tom slid the third chair out and set a beer onto the table. "Besides, it's easier for her to have fun when she's sitting in your laps."

Steve picked right up on his wording. "For her to have fun?" he repeated.

"Well, for you guys and her," he repeated changing his words slightly. "Say, where'd your ladies go?"

"Off to Gloria's Hole," Steve said, "probably having their own fun right now."

"What do you think, Nancy?" Tom asked turning to Nancy, nodding his head toward the inside with a grin. "Shall I go in and visit Gloria's Hole?" 

"Not if you value your life," she answered, twisting just a little more and backing up so her bottom came in contact with my hand. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't accidental, but I carefully avoided moving my hand much, uncertain where this was going. It appeared to be a little touchy-feely out in the open, but from people that we'd never met or seen before, I was a bit wary. I thought about her denial of his suggestion; it was both laughing -- and firm. She wasn't kidding.

"So, she gets to play and you don't?" Steve asked, hitting right to the core of the exact question running through my mind. 

"Eh, what can I say," he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "It works for us." He glanced down to where my hand was near Nancy's bottom, and then up to my face. "Go ahead, she loves having her bottom played with as much as her tits." He leaned forward, picking up his beer and taking a swig. "Seriously," he said, looking back at me again, "go ahead, feel her bottom." 

And so I did. Opening my hand and sliding it forward, I found the silky cloth of her dress, pulled tight against the silky skin of her bottom. The dress fit like a second skin -- it was obvious to my touch that there was nothing underneath, at least not on her cheeks. A thong was still a possibility, and although Tom was indicating that I should go ahead and fondle his wife, I still held back slightly -- the tarnished gentleman, at least for the moment.

With my hand now on her ass, Nancy turned her body, leaning more against me and again I slid my other hand from her arm to her breast. She lifted her right leg, barefoot now - leaving her shoe on the ground, and put it against Steve's leg. Steve hand slid up onto her calf and began gently stroking. Starting near her ankle, he moved up a bit and then back down, moving a little higher with each stroke. I watched as he slid his hand right up past her knee and onto her inner thigh, Nancy didn't flinch at all. From where he was sitting I suspected he had a pretty good view between her legs, but what he was seeing I didn't know. 

"Nancy makes the decisions on whom we play with," Tom said, his hand on his beer, watching Nancy offering herself to us. "If she likes you, we stay for a while, if not we'll move on. We don't fuck, but otherwise you can play any way you want. The dress stays on, but she loves having men's hands and mouths on her body." 

"And you play too?" I asked, running my hand up and down on the smoothness of her bottom, finally reaching down onto her leg and then back up again.

"I just like to watch. When she's on fire I take her home and we have our own fun." 

Nancy moved away but turned into my lap and twisted her upper body sideways. Leaning into me with a smile, her mouth came up to my cheek, her breath whistling in my ear as she kissed my earlobe, sucking it in. "And that, in case you didn't figure it out," Tom said, "is an indication that she does like you." 

Settling back into me like she was, my right arm was now almost pinned behind her, my hand resting right at her bottom. I extended my fingers, running them over her butt crack, not finding any telltale sign of any underwear. Steve in the meantime reached down and picked up Nancy's other leg, pulling them both into his lap, his hands stroking further up her legs each time. Unexpectedly he leaned forward, sliding off the chair and dropping to his knees, sliding her legs over his shoulders as he did. His hands now pushed up between her legs, pushing the dress back and out of the way, revealing that as I'd suspected, she was totally naked under the dress. He glanced up at Nancy's face; apparently receiving an approval as he immediately leaned forward putting his face in her pussy.

Nancy's "ummm" of approval was all that was said as Steve began tonguing her pussy. My upper hand had been slowly stroking up and down her arm, across her bare shoulder and down across her upper breast, down across the cloth and her erect nipple, and then back around again. Now her hand came over and gripped my arm, pulling my hand to her breast, once again, putting it where she wanted. This time, with her leaning back against me, I reached up with my other hand also; two hands full of delectable breasts, hard nubs of nipples tickling my palms. 

At first squeezing and fondling her breasts, I slid my hands underneath, hefting them in my hands, and then up above onto her bare chest and breast above. Slipping my fingers underneath the spaghetti straps, Tom's warning of "the dress stays on" popped into my mind. His nod when I glanced at him seemed to be indicating that he was reading my mind and approving. Neither of them had said no, so I pushed the straps sideways, off her shoulders, and slid my hands along her bare flesh, under the top of her dress, baring her breasts to our eyes and my hands. 

"Hasn't she got some great tits?" Tom said, just leaning on the table watching the three of us. "Work her nipples - that really gets her going." I did as he instructed, but wasn't sure whether the slight shudder through her body was due to my pinching and tweaking, or to Steve working magic with his tongue. Nancy leaned back against my chest, turning her face to mine. When I turned mine to hers, her hand came up to my head and pulled me to her. Our lips met, her tongue penetrating my mouth, and I responded in kind. The way she sucked my tongue I knew she was rapidly approaching orgasm, the little twitches and coos of pleasure accenting the stiffening of her body until suddenly she convulsed, her entire body writhing in orgasm, her lower hand reaching down to rest on top of Steve's head -- telling him to stop.

"That was really nice," Nancy said a few moments later when her body had begun to relax and pulled away from our kiss. "You're a really great kisser," she said, which I interpreted as being aimed at me.

"Thank you," Steve responded with a grin, purposely misinterpreting her statement as applying to him. "And you've got a really sweet pussy which makes it easy to kiss." 

Nancy and Tom both giggled at that. "You've got a wonderful tongue too, but I was talking about this one," she said, reaching up to pat my cheek with her hand. "Most guys kiss, but there's very few that are really great at it." She pulled her legs from Steve's lap and stood up. Turning, she put her arms around me, gave me what turned out to be almost a chaste "thank you" kiss and hug and said "thank you, you were just what I needed." Pulling back she turned around to Steve and did the same. I noticed the shiny wetness around Steve's mouth from his saliva and her pussy juices just before she kissed him. "That was really fun guys, thanks!" she said seconds later as she pulled back from Steve and walked around the table to where Tom was standing up. 

Taking her hand, Tom glanced over at us, nodded (which I interpreted as a "thank you") and they walked away. I watched them step toward the door and inside again before turning back to see Steve, just setting his drink back down after taking a swig. "Did we really have a sexy young thing that we've never met before walk up to us and have us feel her up and eat her pussy while her husband watched?"

"I don't know as they were married, I didn't see any rings."

"I didn't even notice."

"So what can I say -- No Strings Attached, it is what it is."

"You didn't even hesitate to dive between her legs. I wasn't quite sure whether she was for real or not, but you just went for it."

"Yeah, when she put her foot up in my lap I could see right between her legs. With her naked pussy, I knew exactly what she wanted and figured "what the hell". As soon as I started stroking her legs I knew it wasn't enough. She sure came like a banshee though -- didn't she?" I just nodded.

"What's with Tom? No fucking but anything else goes?"

"Some guys like to watch their ladies with other men. What can I say? To each their own."

Neither of us said anything more for a few moments, both of us finishing our beers. In the pool and spa it was obvious to me that partners had been switched, although I couldn't tell who had moved where. Another couple came out from inside, glanced at us, and moved over to the pool. When I finished my beer, I nodded at the house. "Where do you suppose the girls are?"

"Distracted somewhere." He lifted his beer and polished it off. "Shall we go find them?"

"Gloria's Hole?" I asked.

"Maybe, who knows? But I'll guarantee that with Mary, they're having fun."

The door to Gloria's Hole was open when we got there, but it turned out the girls weren't far away. Continuing down the hall, I glanced in at my weathergirl, and did a double take. Whereas before she'd been on the bed with three men and her bright red panties on, now she was totally naked. Two of the guys that had been there before were standing beside the bed slowly stroking their cocks, but on the bed with her, also totally naked, were Gloria and Mary. 

Mary was kneeling beside the woman, one breast in her mouth, her hand on the other. Gloria however was on her hands and knees between the woman's legs eating her pussy, her own naked pussy displayed for anyone walking by, like us. I just stopped and looked for a moment, enjoying my sexy lady enjoying herself, and then stepped forward into the room, reaching out one hand to touch her naked bottom. "BACK OFF, JACK" she snapped as my hand touched her, coming up from her partner's pussy to spin and look at who'd touched her. "WE SAID...Oh, Hi baby!" she said seeing that it was me. 

"Having fun?" She turned and reached up for a hug. She gave me a happy grin, and I bent over to kiss her. The unmistakable taste of pussy was on her lips, but obviously different pussy than any I'd ever tasted before. Steve had stepped up beside Mary who also pulled away from the naked beauty momentarily to greet him.

"Sorry boys, you'll have to give us a bit," Mary said, "we have found ourselves a playmate for a while. Why don't you guys get naked in the meantime?"

I looked at Steve who just shrugged and stepped over to the wall and began removing his shoes. I glanced around; the two guys that were standing there apparently got the idea that they were now persona non grata and drifted out toward the door and disappeared. Glancing back, Steve was already pulling his shirt off, so I followed suit.

"Hey Baby," Mary said to Steve when he stepped forward again, resting his hand on her bare ass. "This is Melissa, she likes cock but she really likes girls." 

Aha, I thought, so that's what she's calling herself. 

"So I gathered," he said, and reaching down grabbed Melissa's hand. Whether she hadn't been paying attention or whether she'd been ignoring to this point, she suddenly pulled away from Mary's breasts and looked up at Steve. Taking her hand he bent down and kissed the back of it. "Any friend of my wife's is a friend of mine. Is she treating you well?"

She glanced at me as I'd just finished getting undressed, but then back at Steve. "My goodness, a guy that doesn't just assume he can grab a handful and a gentleman to boot." 

"So I heard before -- you'll pop your panties for the right woman but you don't fuck, apparently you just like to suck?" Steve said with a grin on his face.

She didn't answer immediately, glancing at me. "He's with you?" 

"Yeah, this is my husband Steve," Mary said, "and this is my boyfriend Jim," Gloria finished. 

"Is it OK if we join you?" I asked politely. "We can just watch if you'd rather." 

"It's OK with me," Gloria piped up, but its Melissa's party room. "Melissa?"

She glanced back and forth before answering, giving a quick bob of her head when she did. "Yeah, I guess. Give me a while and I'll suck you guys too, I've been sucking cocks all night long so it was finally nice to have some ladies join me. I won't fuck you though." She nodded to the doorway. "Why don't you push the door shut, we don't need anyone else joining us right now. 

It might be easier to say what we didn't do than what the five of us did for the next hour or so. Melissa definitely had her desires, of which eating and being eaten by a woman appeared to be top of the list. Melissa had been on her back with Gloria between her legs when we got there, but the pleasuring was mutual. We got Mary on her back with Gloria sitting on her face and Melissa standing; later on Gloria was the one on her back with both Mary and Melissa sucking cocks while taking turns getting eaten by Gloria. Gloria and Melissa seemed to be two peas in a pod -- neither could seem to get enough pussy to eat. Steve and I got our share of pussy too, with three women and 2 hard cocks it didn't take long and Steve and I had both cum once; and with three willing pussies and five willing mouths -- the ladies all had multiple orgasms to match. The finale for me was with Gloria once again on her hands and knees, this time between Mary's legs and my cock buried inside her from behind. Melissa was sitting on Mary's face and sucking off Steve at the same time. Just like with the other guys earlier, she'd tried to practice safe sex, and although she'd sucked us both at different times, she'd made us wear condoms when she did even though Mary and Gloria didn't. 

Spent and worn out, I found myself hot and sweaty and collapsed onto the bed. With a sigh, Gloria rolled over and snuggled back to spoon with me, I draped my hand over her side, and we just watched the other three, obviously also ready for a break.

"Oh my god, you guys were fantastic!" Melissa said a bit later, once again sprawled on her back, in the middle of the bed. "I like playing with couples so much more than just sucking cocks. That's fun, but I like getting something out of it too." She rolled onto her side, propping her head with her hand and looked at Gloria and me. "You guys came together?"

I shook my head, no. 'Well, we came here, to this party together, but to Las Vegas, no. We just happened to meet them here, and Steve and Mary asked us along. We knew them from before; we played with them in Palm Springs last year, but met here just by chance. Gloria's from Dallas, Steve and Mary are from Northern California, near Redding?" I stated, receiving a confirming nod from Steve, "and I'm from near San Diego." I remembered what Steve and Mary had said, but it didn't seem right that I knew, and Melissa didn't have a clue that I knew.

We lay there coming down from our sexual highs for several minutes, quietly talking and as we relaxed could have fallen asleep. Someone opened the door to look in, Melissa said "Give us a few; we're leaving in a minute." I heard several male and female voices realized we were probably hogging the room. A decision was made to go back to the hotel and shower for us, although Melissa said that she'd probably stay around for a while, perhaps play some more if she could find another nice couple or some women. 

"I've gotta admit, Melissa," I said as we gathered our clothes and got dressed. "You were certainly a fun and memorable partier. Just think, I'll probably get a hard-on every morning just hearing someone say "Late night and early morning fog and low clouds." Melissa stopped moving, looking right at me her eyes large in horror. "There's this, um, woman, in San Diego that looks a lot like you, that does weather reports, but I've never met her. I watch her every morning, and perhaps someday, somewhere else, I'll really meet her. But of course I could never even mention to her or anyone else that I met someone named Melissa that looked very much like her. As they say, I guess what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?" I looked right at her the whole time I was talking, "It just didn't seem right that I could think what a strong resemblance to this other woman that you have without telling you about it, but nobody else will ever know that I thought so-- at least not from me." I paused, and then reached out for her hand. "Gentlemen never kiss and tell," and kissed the back of her hand. "Ready guys?" I asked, stepping to the door. 

~

"I've got the wine tonight," I said as we were climbing into the elevator back at the hotel. "You guys want to come join us at our place?" I glanced at Gloria; she understood exactly that the invitation with Steve and Mary was for more than just wine. But since we'd just spent the evening in sex play, this almost seemed expected. They readily accepted, and moments later we were back in the room. 

The one bedroom suite we'd booked had a small couch big enough for two, as well as a large easy chair, a wet bar and TV. Although it was designated a suite, the room wasn't really laid out where you would ordinarily want to stay in your room. Being Vegas, this made sense -- they wanted you spending money at the craps tables, not lounging around in your suite watching TV. 

"If you guys don't mind, I'm going to jump in the shower really quick," Gloria said as I started to open the wine.

"Go for it," I responded, "We're not going anywhere."

"Actually a shower sounds good, " Mary said a few minutes later as I handed out glasses of wine, the sound of the running water in the other room indicating that Gloria was already in the shower. Glancing around with a mischievous look on her face she added, "Do you think she'd mind if I join her?"

It was a question, although in reality it was only rhetorical. I didn't need to answer, she already knew.

The shower went on for much longer than it needed, but finally came to an end. Steve and I heard some talking and laughing and giggling from the other room, but really weren't paying too much attention. We'd turned on the TV and were watching Sportscenter on ESPN when Gloria called out 'Hey! Are you guys going to stay out there all night or what?"




Executive Platinum Ch. 14



Gloria and Mary were both on the large King Size bed, lying next to each other and smiling at us when we walked in. "You better get busy and get your showers or we're starting without you," Mary said and with that leaned over and kissed Gloria.

Both girls had gotten "dressed", but nothing designed for modesty, just sexy little nothings of Gloria's. Mary had on a shear baby doll top, which with her big girls was really too small for her, but it showed off her breasts nicely. A white see-through thong was on underneath, but she was otherwise naked. Gloria had her black shelf bra holding her otherwise bare breasts and a matching black thong, both of the girls were nicely dressed to entice. Mary's hand went to Gloria's bare breast as I watched, Gloria's body melted into her grasp. "I'll go first," I said, pulling my shirt off as I headed for the shower. 

I was out and naked in just minutes, not having bothered to put anything back on, finding that Steve had joined the fun in the meantime. Gloria and Mary were still kissing, Mary's hands all over Gloria's breasts, but Gloria's hand was inside Mary's thong. Gloria's thong was now completely off lying beside her on the bed as Steve, kneeling on the floor at the end, had his face buried in her pussy. "Your turn, Steve," I said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Do I get to take over?"

Steve practically jumped up and headed for the shower. "I'm not sure," he answered, "they seem to be directing traffic." Neither said anything, so I crawled between Gloria's legs. She opened herself for me and once again I began feasting on her sweet nectar. Keeping my eyes upward, I watched as Gloria withdrew her fingers from Mary's panties and stuck them in her mouth. Her hand returned moments later, and when she pulled them out again she offered her fingers to Mary who readily sucked them, and her own juices, into her own mouth. I think Gloria said something to Mary that I couldn't hear, and moments later Mary started shifting on the bed. She hooked her panties and slid them off, and then moved up so her pussy was right by Gloria's face. We both shifted and moments later Gloria was licking and sucking Mary's pussy while I was doing the same to hers. 

Gloria had been worked up quite well by Steve and Mary before I got there, so it wasn't long before I could tell that she was about to cum. Steve got back from the shower and climbed up on the bed beside Gloria, leaning in to lick and suck her nipples, taking over the duties that Mary had relinquished when she moved up for Gloria to lick her pussy. Sucking on her nipples was the final straw, Gloria began quivering in orgasm. I kept it up until she pushed both Steve and myself away, only to have her roll away from Mary and put her arms out for me. I crawled up beside her and her arms went around me, pulling my face to hers. I kissed her, the salty taste of Mary's pussy on her lips, her arm reaching down between us to grip my cock. She squeezed my cock, just holding it for a moment before she pulled away from our kiss. "Do you want me to put the condom on or Mary?"

"Umm, tempting, "I answered. "Does she know?

"Mary? Do you know that I'm going to put a condom on Jim and we're going to fuck you now?"

"Umm, I didn't, but it's about damn time!" she answered. I pointed at the bedside table and Steve, who'd just rolled to the side watching, reached over and pulled the drawer open, tossing me the foil packet. Gloria tore open the foil, and then had me get on my knees where she leaned in, sucked me into her mouth momentarily, and then began to unroll the raincoat onto my cock. 

It was as if Mary sensed exactly what Gloria wanted. Gloria leaned back in and tongued Mary's clit and pussy once more before pulling back and trying to guide me into place. Rather than laying back where we would have been in a missionary, instead Mary rolled up onto her side so her body was perpendicular to mine. When her upper leg came against my body, I caught it with my arm and lifted it out of the way. With Gloria guiding my cock into place, I had to move slowly, waiting for Gloria to move out of the way as much as anything. My cock, Mary's pussy and Gloria's face all came together. I felt the warmth of Mary's pussy engulf me as I slowly pushed in.

"Oh yes," Gloria said as she watched from up close. Her hand reached over and caressed Mary's clit and mound as my cock filled her. "That is so hot!" She leaned in again, trying to get her tongue involved in the action. I stopped my motions and pulled out a bit and that was enough for Gloria to tongue Mary's clit once more. 

Gloria was now on her hands and knees, her bottom, whether she knew it or not, pointed at Steve. I indicated that he should get a condom out also, which he did. I waited until he was almost finished before I said, "Gloria, Steve's ready to fuck you too, but you need to tell him it's OK." She didn't say anything, but I knew she'd heard. "Gloria, is that what you want? Steve fucking you while I'm fucking Mary?"

Finally her head nodded, a quiet "Yes," coming out of her mouth, and I nodded again at Steve that it was Ok. 

"Oh my god, oh my god." Gloria said as Steve began to slide into her, doggie style. "I can't believe I'm doing this, it's so perverted, and with that drove her face once against into the combined crotches of Mary and me. 

Mary hadn't said much, just made it easier for Gloria to pleasure her at the same time I did, now seemed as interested in seeing Steve fucking Gloria as anything. "Yeah baby, just like you dreamed of, huh? Isn't that sweet pussy just as tight as I told you it would be?" Whether he thought so or not, I knew the memory for Gloria would be on the top of her mind forever after.

We played the night away in various configurations of two's and threes and fours, but this night was mostly of swapped partners; Steve and Gloria along with Mary and me. It was way into the early morning hours before we all started falling asleep, all four of us on the bed. I was nearly asleep in a post-coital cuddle with Mary when she eased off the bed and went around to the far side. In all of our play we'd never once pulled the covers down. Now with Mary's prodding we did, ending up with Gloria and I cuddled together and Mary and Steve cuddled together. There was actually plenty of room and we were well past breakfast before anyone woke. 

Being Steve and Mary's last day they had to check out so didn't dawdle, leaving to go to their room almost immediately. Gloria and I had another day and a show yet to see, so we just had to get up and dressed. We agreed to meet Steve and Mary for lunch at 11:30 which would just give them time to get to the airport for their flight. As we were walking out front to see them off, Mary said something to Steve that I didn't catch. 

"Say Jim," Steve said as we shook hands, their bags being loaded into the back of the taxi, "Have you ever been to Fantasy Fest?" 

"I can't say as I've ever heard of it," I responded. "Where is it?"

"Key West. Every Halloween; sort of an adult Halloween party." I shook my head.

"What about it?"

"We've gone three straight years, and we have hotel reservations this year -- but we've got something coming up that we can't go this year even though we've got a reservation. It's almost impossible to get hotel reservations, it always sells out, so if you're interested and can take the time, I know you'd love it. We'd love you to have the room, just so we can rebook for next year." I was non-committal, not knowing my future plans but he told me to check it out, and if I was interested the room was ours. 

The rest of our Las Vegas stay, with the exception of Cirque du Soleil's ultra-sexy Zoomanity and dinner that night was nothing special. I'd booked a sunset dinner reservation at a restaurant with a view overlooking Las Vegas which turned out better and more romantic than I had a right to expect. Zoomanity was just as expected, ending with slow love making back in our room later. I told Gloria we'd want to get up and out early the next day and, compared to the previous few days, we basically just went to bed. 

~



Executive Platinum Ch. 15



Where are we going?" Gloria asked when, after having gotten her out of bed early the next morning, we were walking out to the plane.

"Today is sightseeing, by air. The American Southwest as you've never seen it," I answered. "We have reservations for today and tomorrow in Sedona, but it's getting there that is going to be fun."

We took a meandering route, mostly easterly in the morning, and then south to Sedona after lunch. Lake Mead followed by Zion National Park from the air; breakfast in Kanab before following along the mountains to Bryce Canyon National Park. We turned to Lake Powell and followed it back south, stopping for fuel and a light snack at Page, Arizona, before heading on our longest leg, south across the desolate badlands of Northern Arizona. 

The barren landscape seemed practically uninhabited at first glance. An occasional scar in the landscape, a barely seen power line -- but without doubt it was one of the most desolate pieces of Arizona there was.

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah, babe?" I answered, glancing away from our flight path and the instruments for a moment to Gloria. Her hand reached out for me, I took mine and dropped it from the control wheel. She pulled it to her lap, just holding on.

"Did you like last night?

I wondered where this was going, but answered truthfully after a moment. "I did. A beautiful lady, a good dinner; a sexy show that turned us both on followed by a romp in the hay -- what wasn't there to like?"

"What about the night before -- with Mary and Steve?"

Uh-oh. I wasn't sure what I sensed, perhaps insecurity? I couldn't tell. "What about it?"

"Did you like it? Sharing me with Steve and Mary?" 

Ahh - interesting choice of words, 'sharing.' The thoughts of potential jealousy or insecurity didn't seem to match her mood or her question. I didn't just throw out an answer however, thinking about the answer before I did. Although Mary and Steve had become, in just two short meetings, intimate friends -- that's all they were to me. Sex with them had been fun, mutual satisfaction without any repercussions as far as I'd been concerned, but still - knowing Gloria's conservative background, her mental, if not physical, abuse from a dominant husband - I was aware that nothing she asked was flippant or trite. "Yeah, I did. I loved seeing you enjoy yourself with Mary, and the two of us pleasuring her, and all of us pleasuring you..." I stopped short of saying anything about Steve fucking her. "What about you? Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh. I did." Her gaze went past me to the outside, but she didn't let go of my hand. "Even when we went back to the room, I wasn't completely sure. But when you came back from your shower, when it was just you and me and Mary -- I just knew I wanted to share you with her, for you to give her the pleasure you give me. And then sliding your cock into her, knowing I've felt the exact feeling that she was feeling, that I was sharing my pleasures with her, I guess that's when it really clicked in my mind that there really is a difference between sex and love. You've given me so much pleasure with no strings attached and suddenly I realized that it was a two way street. I hadn't really felt that way with Ronnie. until then. I hadn't given myself to Steve, or accepted his gifts to me, until then. And then you were fucking Mary and I was watching, and I wanted to cheer her on. I wanted to have her tell me how good it was having your cock in her, and I wanted to help -- I wanted us to make her cum. And right in the middle of it I felt from her that it wasn't just that Steve wanted to fuck me, but that she wanted to share Steve with me, for him to give to me exactly what you were doing for her. You know what I mean?"

"I think so." Ok, this was good. 

"I'd had this little bit of doubt, feelings of cheating. Even though you've been having Janet and I knew about it, and I've been with Ronnie, still -- there was this feeling that somehow I owed you something. And it was in that moment that I realized that wasn't the case at all. It was more like we were weren't just taking, but we were sharing. Friends showed up and we invited them to share with us -- and we had plenty to go around."

"I was just sitting here thinking, if Mary and Steve invited me to go to visit them for a weekend, would I go? It wouldn't be any different than when you were watching while I was sucking Steve and she was going down on me, or when he was fucking me and she was kissing and playing with me -- except that you wouldn't be there. And I realized that just to go up and spend a weekend with them, without you, wasn't what I wanted, I'd want to take you with me. I want to share you with them, to let them experience how wonderful you've been to me. Remember when I talked about looking for my Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet and take me to his castle to live happily ever after?"

I did. "Yeah, barely. That first weekend, after I met you on the plane -- you'd said something about meeting your knight in shining armor? I think that was it."

"You let me know almost immediately you weren't my knight in shining armor -- but you really were. You didn't take me to your castle where we would live happily ever after, but you did help me out of my own dungeon, to find out I have my own castle that I can live in without having to depend on some jerk like my ex, and sharing myself with others isn't a bad thing."

I glanced at her again just as I had been doing, never for long, just keeping her right in there along with my quick scan of the instruments and the watch for other airplanes outside the window. Something behind her head caught my attention and I stopped, looking more intently. "There's another plane," I said, my arm coming up to point it out. The other plane was crossing our path, and appeared to be below us, but hadn't moved in relation to the windshield so I wasn't sure that we weren't on a collision course. "Black spot, just ahead of the wing, I told her, immediately returning my scan to everywhere else. It's never the plane that you see that's the problem; it's the plane that you don't see. Now that I knew he was there, it was only a matter of tracking his relative movement.

"Oh, I see him," Gloria said. "How in the world did you see him? He's so small." 

She pointed him out to me this time, and relatively I could see he would be passing ahead of us as long as he kept his present path. "You just see things out of the ordinary; something that didn't belong. He's on your side, so just keep an eye on where he is for me until we pass."

"So what are you saying? That you enjoyed playing with them the other night? That it turned out Steve was a good lay?" I asked, returning to the conversation when the present danger of another aircraft had lapsed.

"Yeah, I guess," she giggled, pulling her hand away from mine to slap my arm. "He did me good, but not as good as you do." 

"Oh I don't know about that," I answered, "you're just more experienced with me."

"No, it was more than that. You get in my mind, you know what I need, but I had to guide him to what I needed." I never answered; my eyes having just spied Meteor Crater directly off the nose, probably 30 miles ahead. The wonders and precision of modern GPS navigation never cease to amaze me. 

I began to let down from our altitude and slowed, dialed in the airport control frequency for nearby Winslow airport to listen for other aircraft in the area, allowing us to circle the nearly perfectly round hole in the ground of Meteor Crater National Monument several times. Afterward, turning back West we followed Interstate 40 and then flew around Flagstaff and the Sacramento Mountains, seeing the nearly perfect cinder cone volcano of Sunset Crater, before turning south again and letting down through the Red Rock cliffs to our destination of Sedona.

After tying down the plane, Gloria stepped in front of me when I went to reach into the baggage compartment. I stopped and her arms went loosely around my neck. "That was the most amazing trip I've ever been on."

"Liked that, did ya?" I asked, slipping an arm around her and hugging her to me.

"I've seen things today I never thought I would -- and all in one day. I had no idea how fast it really is to fly, at least when you don't have to go through security lines and traffic jams. And the most amazing thing -- that hour between Page and Meteor Crater -- after we left Lake Powell I don't think we saw anything until we got to the Winslow area. I didn't even see any roads."

I kissed her cheek and began pulling out our bags as we talked. "Oh, they're there, but you're right, it is pretty desolate. At night you can tell where people are because of their lights, but in the daytime -- everything disappears." 

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Gloria asked about two hours later while we were sipping at Margarita's and eating chips and guacamole at the Mexican Restaurant we'd picked for dinner. 

I stopped, as if shocked. "Tomorrow? Do we need to do anything tomorrow?" I asked with a tone that said I had nothing planned. 

"Not as far as I'm concerned. Today was pretty special... But I know you - what are we doing tomorrow?" She laughed.

"Hmm." I pouted, "that obvious am I?" I took another sip of Margarita before answering. "We've got reservations on a four wheel drive back-country tour. I've been through this area years ago by car, but never gotten into the back country. It's just as spectacular by 4X4 as it is by air."

"That sounds fantastic."

And it was. A full day-long tour the following day with a tour guide, a jeep of our own, four other jeeps, a prepared lunch and nothing but scenic view after scenic view. They took us up canyons and down cliffs, through forested valleys and back, through stream beds and back up cliffs that would have been totally impassable except for the four wheel drive and finally returning down Oak Creek Canyon -- giving us a show that we'd have never seen otherwise. 

"You're spoiling me, you know," Gloria whispered later that evening, her naked body snuggled against my side, her hand stroking through my chest hair.

"Why's that?" I mumbled sleepily. My mind had drifted back to reliving our flight of the previous day; her voice bringing me back into our bed.

"Every time we get together, it's better than the last." I moved my arm where I could stroke her naked shoulder in return, thinking about what she'd said.

"I don't know about better; it's all relative. We've certainly had some good times together."

"Why do you say it is relative? I think every time we've gotten together, it's been better than the last."

"Maybe," I countered, "but I think it's like a steak dinner. I love a good steak, but part of what makes a steak dinner great is that we don't do it every day. If you had steak all the time, it would seem fantastic at first, but after a while it would lose that "special" feeling and you'd think that maybe a Pizza was something special." Neither of us said anything for a few moments.

Her voice sounded sleepy and barely there when she said "So sex with me is like eating steak?" 

"Eating you is better than eating steak," I answered, not really realizing what I was saying.

"Umm, you say the nicest things." 

The next thing I remember was waking at dawn. Easing out of bed, I changed into my running shorts and went for a short 5 mile run; short as I hadn't run in nearly a week. Gloria was still in bed when I got back, I took a quick shower before I woke her gently, telling her it was time to go. "Do we have to? Can't we cancel the rest of life and just stay here in bed?" I just looked down at her and smiled; she knew the answer. "Ok," she added, stretching her arms above her body, her naked breasts on display above the sheet, "how soon do we have to leave? Do I have time for a quick shower?" 

In my mind I'd rather have already been on the way to the airport, but the calculation said we had about an hour without pushing it. Although I'd have liked to climb back into bed for a morning nookie session, I allowed my hand to slide across her breast, letting her know I appreciated her body, and pulled away. "Make it quick and we can get a bite of breakfast at the airport café." She smiled up at me, an Impish look suddenly coming across her face. She hopped out of bed, opened the drawer where she'd unpacked her clothes from her bag, just as Debs had always done, and taking what clothes she'd needed with her, padded naked into the bath. I finished repacking her clothes and mine, leaving the bags on the bed ready to go -- but available if she needed something else. 

"Wow," I said, twenty minutes later as she stepped out of the bath, "you dress like that and you can be my co-pilot any day." She really had been fast in the shower, the blow dryer for her hair running longer than the shower had. 

"Do I look Ok? She asked, knowing full well that she was stunning. A form fitting polyester pullover blouse was tucked into a short skirt, a tinier skirt than anything I'd ever seen her wear before. That she was braless was quite evident, her hard nipples on full display. "Too much?" she asked glancing at herself in the mirror. "Guess I better put a bra on, huh?"

"Only if you want to get to the airport without being raped," I answered. She started for the dresser but I pointed at her bag. "I already packed you up," I said. I watched as she pulled out a lacy bra, and then another. She pulled the shirt over her head and but on the slightly padded one that would take away her nipples but make her look just as fabulous. A strapless design, the front clasp disappeared between her breasts, the smooth back strap much sexier than the hard bumps of rear clasps would have been. 

"Better?" she asked moments later, her blouse back on and tucked in. 

"You look fabulous. I loved the braless look, but I'd have been jealous if you were climbing on the commercial plane looking like that."

"That was for you -- I'd have put the bra on before we got to Las Vegas."

"You were going to attract a lot of attention, that's for sure." 

I stuck out my hand and pulled her to me to give her a kiss, and she snuggled into my arms once more. Despite now having a bra on, it didn't stop me from caressing her once more as I kissed her. She broke it off this time, "We better go, or I'll miss my flight."

The plane had already been serviced; all I had to do was a preflight, pay the bill and we were ready. Gloria appeared just as I finished my preflight, two cups of coffee and a muffin in hand. I took one of the cups of coffee, noting that it was almost perfect for drinking, not so hot that I'd have to let it cool down, or so hot that it would burn if I inadvertently tipped it into my lap. Unlike in a car, it's not an easy matter to pull over and cool your lap in a spilled coffee emergency.

The airport at Sedona has been referred to as a land based aircraft carrier. On top of a mesa at the south edge of town, the runway crosses nearly the entire mesa. Landings can be quite deceptive; approaching from the east, you can be at a thousand feet above the ground when you'd normally be at one hundred feet, and then seconds later be landing as the steep cliff takes away all of that altitude. Taking off is just the opposite; climbing to a couple of hundred feet while still over the field, when the cliff is reached you suddenly find yourself at fifteen hundred feet above the ground.

Five minutes after take-off we'd settled into a cruise climb, the GPS programmed to take us to Kingman, before we nudged a bit further north to go to Las Vegas. I'd planned enough time to circle the Hualapai Mountains near Kingman and to slow to see Hoover Dam and the new highway bridge across the front of the dam, one of the more spectacular new bridges in the west. Gloria handed me half a muffin and coffee, with the autopilot set I could easily eat and keep track of everything else. 

"How long?" Gloria mumbled with her mouth full of muffin. 

"About an hour to Kingman, then we'll head north, and about another hour after that. 

"Two hours?" she repeated.

"Give or take. I left enough time that we can circle around the Hualapai Mountains near Kingman if you want -- they're pretty spectacular from the air, and I figured we'd try and get a bird's eye view of the new bridge and Hoover Dam when we get there." 

The muffin was just enough to take the edge off of my hunger, and between scanning for traffic, sipping my coffee and verifying radio frequencies, I really wasn't paying much attention to Gloria. I glanced over once, noted that she'd also finished her muffin, sipping her coffee. A few minutes later I glanced again as she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to lean into the back seat. "What's the matter? I asked, just before she pulled her headset off. 

"Need a rag," she answered, indicating her sticky fingers, "I forgot napkins." I grabbed the wheel, just in case she kicked it, and then basically ignored her as she fumbled with her small bag which she'd put in the back seat. Moments later she turned back around sliding sinuously into her seat. "Are you about done with your coffee?" I was; a couple of gulps of the now almost cold liquid would have finished it off.

"Just about," I said, turning toward her and immediately doing a double take. Her smooth breasts under the blouse had once again blossomed hard nipples, her bra having disappeared. I realized that the fumbling into the back seat hadn't all been about a rag to wipe her hands. "Oh my goodness, my sexy little minx from this morning has returned." I grinned at her, reaching over just to touch her but her hand intercepted mine directing it to her bare thigh.

"I like being your sexy lady," she said, both hands stroking up her stomach to her breasts, fingers and thumbs finding and pinching her nipples through the cloth. 

"My goodness," I said, starting to raise my hand to reach for her breasts myself. 

Her hand again intercepted mine; "Uh-uh. Not while I'm teasing," she said directing it back to her thigh right at the edge of her skirt. No matter how sexy and distracting she was, I was still flying a plane and returned my scan to the windows and instruments, although I began to tease the inside of her leg, moving slightly under the hem. This time her hand didn't stop me, in fact I sensed, confirmed seconds later as my gaze came back to her lap, that she'd actually spread her legs, allowing me access -- if I wanted. 

"I can tease too, you know," I said, tickling my fingers up the inside of her thigh. In response she turned slightly, her back toward the door, leaving no doubt that she was opening herself to my touch. My hand reached the top of her leg where I should have found a panty -- but instead only found bare skin and heat.

"Then you'd better hurry up," she said, "because we're going to join the mile high club." 

"Oh my goodness," I answered, my mind immediately understanding that just as she'd plotted, this really was a perfect opportunity to have sex in the plane. My flying mind immediately went into analysis. The plane was on autopilot, the route change at Kingman already preprogrammed. We'd leveled off at 10,500 feet -- barely a mile above the ground in the Sedona area, but the ground was gradually lowering the further west we went. My eyes scanned the instruments, out the window and back to Gloria. 

"Well? Are you game?" I didn't answer, just leaned over, offering my mouth for a kiss, but she had other things in mind. "Uh-Uh, I want to suck you," she said, folding herself over to reach for my belt and shorts, but I was too close to the control wheel.

"Hold on, let me move back and rebalance," I told her, gripping her arm to keep it from molesting me for the moment. Carefully sliding my seat back one handed, I kept the other on the control yoke, forcing it forward to keep the plane level. Reaching back with my other hand I spun the trim wheel, feeling the pressure needed to keep us level diminishing until we were, once again, trimmed out and level. Her hands were immediately on my pants and belt trying to get them undone. I let her do the work until they were loose and then rose up slightly as she pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles. I immediately reached down to slip them off my feet; I couldn't have my ankles tied together in case I needed the pedals. Getting them off over my shoes, I pushed my pants into her lap and she tossed them into the back seat leaving me wearing just a shirt -- and my shoes. 




Executive Platinum Ch. 15



Gloria wasn't to be held back any more, leaning down into my lap she began mouth music on my already erect skin flute. Sucking me off wasn't what she had in mind however and I soon found myself helping her as she tried to climb into my lap facing me. She finally broke into laughter, conceding defeat as she was constrained by the control wheel that jostled the plane every time she bumped it and her knees buried into the seat beside me. I finally had to tell her to stop and get back. "It's not going to work that way, there's no room for your legs." 

Back in her seat, I watched as she undid her skirt, sliding it down her legs and onto the floor until she was left in only her blouse. "Ok, now slide up into my lap, facing forward," I said, again looking outside and around the horizon. Our shenanigans inside the cockpit hadn't kept me from continually surveying the instruments and horizon for trouble. This time, carefully sliding between me and the control wheel, she managed to place herself into my lap. 

"I've been thinking of how to do this ever since Mary and Steve did it last time we were all together," she giggled, her hand reaching down between her legs to fondle my cock. With her in my lap she finally made no effort to stop me as my hands found her breasts, and especially her nipples through the silky material of the blouse.

"This is how Debs and I did it, too," I answered, my hand sliding down across her bare belly to her pussy. I found her clit, which elicited a shiver, and a hot waiting vagina just below. Nothing was said as moments later she hoisted herself, feet jammed against the floor and her hand pushed my penis back to her opening. Lowering herself she slid me inside, and once again I was fucking in an airplane. Gloria had to do the work, with me stuck in the seat and some of my concentration remaining elsewhere on flying the plane. It didn't keep my hands from enjoying her body, and soon enough I felt her tensing up. When I pinched both nipples at the same time, it sent her over the top, much more rapidly than usual. Although her motions had become ragged as she came, she soon enough continued sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, not content until I came too. 

The plane suddenly began rolling to the right, which disrupted our rhythm and caused me to immediately return all attention to flying, but only until I realized we'd reached the turn. Kingman slid by under the right wing, the Hulapai mountains under the left. My explanation after her cessation of motion and question of "what's happening?" relieved her mind and she continued riding my cock which moments later exploded inside her. 

Her motions stilled once I came, her hand coming down to rest against my cock and her pussy. Lifting up, her hand slid over her pussy, keeping my cum from dribbling out, and together we moved her back into her own seat. Looking over at her after making sure the world was still in order, I found her sitting there looking at me, a bemused smile on her face. "That," she stated, "was fun."

"It was," I agreed, "but you better start getting dressed. We need to start letting down in just a couple of minutes." 

"Spoil sport," she said. I didn't answer, she just rolled over onto her knees again, legs held together as she again fished into the back seat. I expected she was going to come up with the rag to help clean up the mess, but instead when she turned back around I saw her position a panty liner between her legs and work some panties over her legs, lifting her bottom until she could get them in place. 

"You're not going to clean up?" I asked.

"Uh-uh," she giggled naughtily. "I'm going to take some of you home with me." Her skirt went up her legs next and then she leaned forward to reach between the door and the seat. Coming back up she had found her bra where I hadn't seen that she'd dropped it. Lifting her blouse she exposed her breasts, positioned the bra and pulled her blouse back down -- back where she'd started except that she now had on panties and had a pussy full of my cum. 

The alarm went off on the GPS and I fiddled with the throttle and altitude hold, setting us up for a gradual descent before I asked her to hand me my shorts. Sliding them over my feet and raising my bottom to pull them in place, I too was dressed back as we'd started just a little over an hour before. 

Everything back in order, we could see Hoover Dam and the beginning of Lake Mead dead ahead, the bathtub ring around the edge of the lake indicating the lake was less than full. Almost instantly it was necessary to contact Vegas approach, and once into the system, I was busy with the approach and landing. I told approach control that I was delivering a passenger for a commercial flight and asked if there was any way I could deliver her to the commercial terminal. They checked, and came back with the expected negative answer. Five minutes later we pulled up to the General Aviation terminal on the opposite side of the field, where I pulled up in front of the building rather than into a tie-down space. They called us a cab, and I walked out front with Gloria. Turning, she slipped into my arms as the cabbie put her two bags into the trunk.

"I had fun," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me. For once she made it a chaste kiss, and then reached up with her middle finger and touched the tip of my nose, dragging it down past my nostril to my lips. I kissed it, but it was the smell of pussy on her finger that she was really telling me about. I just stepped back, and she turned to the open car door before stopping and looking back. "Not so long next time, huh?" I nodded.

The fuel truck had just finished topping off my tanks when I came back in. I paid my bill and was taxiing out for takeoff even before the taxi had delivered Gloria to the main terminal. Slightly short of two hours later I was tying down at my home airport, at least an hour and a half before Gloria would arrive home in Dallas.