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A Tease

By: aka_ireland



Joe was ripped out of his dream by his alarm clock. The only thing he could member was silken hair falling across his stomach. The erection he had filled in the rest. Slowly reality crept into his head. He reached his hand across the bed and found nothing. A moment of disappointment flashed as he remembered that Sue had left early. Joe reflected on the thrill he had of touching her gently every morning before he opened his eyes. Even though it was only one day, he would miss that. Joe pulled himself out of bed. The first thing he noticed, as he stretched, was the note taped to the mirror. Attached to the note were a couple of pictures that had been cut from a lingerie catalogue. 

The note read, "Lover, I missed you as I got dressed this morning, especially knowing I will be watching the seminar today with nothing to do. So, while I'm there I will be thinking about you. And about the things we will be doing to each other when I get home. I'm wearing what you see in this picture. The bustier, the garter belt and stockings, and I hoped you noticed the lack of panties. Enjoy the things I've left for you. My day will be better knowing you are thinking of me too. Love, Sue"

Joe pictured his wife in the white lacy lingerie. He saw her standing in front of him, running her hands down her sides, over her hips, and back up slowly until her fingers met and entangled her long blonde hair. Unconcously Joe touched himself. His erection hadn't faded yet, and Sue's image spurred it on.

Joe stretched again looking forward to a hot shower. He noticed over the years he was more stiff in the mornings, but his workouts were the same as when he met Sue in college, 15 years ago. The hot water cleared his head, and he focused in on the long day ahead. The phone calls, the meetings, the deadlines, "Hopefully, I'll hear from Sue," he thought. Then the image of her came back. He imagined her hands traveling up his wet body; across his chest, down his stomach. Joe's soapy hands impersonated her's as he stroked himself. Lost in the fantasy he saw her kneeling naked in front of him. He saw the water matting her hair and tracing a river down her shoulders, dripping off of her nipples or down her back to her supple ass. Her hands grip his hips as she takes him into her mouth. Sucking, pulling and stroking him while her tongue circles the tip of his member. Joe's climax brought him out of his fantasy. He finished himself with long slow strokes, and after catching breath turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. 

Joe reached for the towel hanging on the back of the door. As he lifted it off the hook a pair of red silk boxers fell to the floor. Joe reached down to pick them up, and discovered a note inside. "Wear these today, for me. You know that I'm wearing something sexy while I think about you, I want to make sure you don't stop thinking about me."

Joe dried off and slipped on the boxers. The silk felt cold, and very different from his usual briefs. As he walked around the boxers hung loose, bunching and brushing against him. It wasn't long until he had another erection. He chuckled and though, "This will make the day interesting." He thought about how to hide his obvious arousal in loose dress pants.

Joe's commute was typical. Traffic annoyed him but the morning radio show kept him entertained. He had learned years ago the he could jumpstart his day by checking his messages during his drive. He clicked on his hands free phone, and hit the speed dial button already programmed to start playing his messages. The first two were nothing important, then Sue's voice came over the phone. "Hello lover, I hope you had a good morning so far. I'm in my car, in the parking lot. No one is around. I'm imaging you in shower right now, your hands touching your wet body. I want those hands to touch me. I'm pulling up my skirt. I'm wet thinking about you. Oh, yes. It feels better when you pinch my nipples like this." Joe didn't notice the outside world. Habit guided him to the office. His breath was slow and deep. He saw Sue touching herself. "I want you inside me. Yes," Her moans and sighs told him how she was moving against her hand; tthrusting and grinding. "MMM, thank you honey. That should keep me for a while. Enjoy your day." He heard her chuckle a she hung up the phone.

Joe waited in his car until he could walk into the building with drawing attention. As he stepped out of the car, he adjusted himself so nothing was too obvious, and walked in. The young receptionist leaned for the fax machine as Joe walked by. She did this often when male employees walked by. It gave her some amusement in her otherwise boring day to see what kind on leering looks she could draw. Normally Joe's eyes would follow the obvious show of cleavage. But today only one woman existed in his mind. 

The day appeared to drag on as normal. But every time Joe left his desk, his mind went to Sue, and how stunning she looked, and the silky movement of the boxers. Joe found that by throwing himself into his work, he could avoid arousing the distraction that also forced him to stay behind his desk. That worked until lunch time.

Joe decided to check his email once more before heading out. There was one new message; from Sue. He took a deep breath, glanced at his office door, and read it.

"Having fun today?" Joe could hear the giggles as Sue wrote, "I don't have long, just a quick lunch break. But it will be long enough for me to relieve some stress. You should too, think about me, I'll see you soon."

Sue had always been cautious about being explicit in emails. Being in HR she didn't want anything questionable to be flag. Joe sighed, he hadn't done anything, but he was trapped. His pants pushed up like a tent. He was amazed, just a flirty email, and he was as hard as if Sue was giving him the blow job of his life.

"Are you coming, Joe?" Steve from the office next door asked.

"What?" Joe stammered, "Oh, no I have a, um, conference call." 

"OK," Steve said turning.

"Hey, can you grab my door," Joe asked, " thanks"

With the world shut out, Joe read the email again. He imagined Sue going to relieve some stress. Maybe she went to ladies room, pulled her skirt up over her hips, and began rubbing herself. She ran her other hand over her breast. Joe was stroked himself over his pants. He ran the flat of his hand up and down his erection. He pictured his wife there with him, bending over the desk, with her ass right in front of him. He wanted to grab her hips, and push himself into her. The sounds of them bumping, grunting, and the occasional slap of his hand on her backside heard by everyone outside the door. Joe was getting close, and thought better than to finish like this. He held still for a moment, and slowly relaxed. Once he knew he could make it the rest of the day. He opened his door and plowed into work. The rest of Joe's day passed uneventfully, if painfully slow.

Joe arrived home at his usual time. He had considered working late since Sue wouldn't be home, but thought the day could pass quicker at home. Joe got out of his car and walked to the door. A package sat on the step. It was a plain box 3' long, and only a few inches wide. The label was addressed to Joe, clearly stating no signature was required. The sender was Cu Soon. Joe smiled as he picked up the box and went in.

The box lid lifted off revealing a plain envelope, and something wrapped in tissue paper. Joe pulled out the letter, "I hope you've enjoyed your day so far. It's almost over. I should be home in a few hours. Until the then I have something for you to do. First, eat a good dinner. There is a plate in the fridge, you can heat up. You'll need your strength later. Second, shower, and put on what's in the box, nothing else. Third, leave the other thing from the box on the bureau. If I know you, you'll deserve it by the time I get home, if not, I probably will. Last, I ordered you a movie on pay per view. Enjoy it, but not too much. I will see you soon, I can't wait.

Joe took a deep breath, and pulled out the tissue paper. He found another pair of boxers, they were silk, but much lighter, and much smaller then the ones he wore all day. Below them was the item that the box was made for. It was a riding crop. The handle and tip were black leather the rest was smooth and silver. It was light very flexible and the brightness made it more inviting than intimidating.

Joe ate his dinner with a glass of wine while he watched some television. He was very distracted by the crop he'd left on the table. He knew Sue well enough to know it was meant mostly in fun, but that he'd get a taste of it soon. Joe glanced at the clock. Sue would be home in about 2 hours. He gathered his presents, poured 2 glasses of wine and climbed the stairs. After his shower, which was much quicker than his one in the morning, he pulled on his knew boxers. The barely covered him and his excitement. He tried shifting one way then another, but finally gave up. Staying this aroused he found it much more comfortable to just pull them down. Joe lit a few candles in the room, put the crop on the bureau by the door, and lay down on bed. He flipped on the TV opened to the movie menu. "Lusty Liaisons" was selected and available for another 10 hours. Sue had managed to order it without waking him this morning. Joe pushed play and watched as people did everything he wanted to do with Sue. He watched as men and women pleasured each other in every position and setting imaginable. His hands stroked himself continuously as the thin plot wound on from encounter to encounter. Near the end Joe began to get more energetic. He wrapped both hands around his shaft and pumped. His hips started bucking, he was very close. He thought he should stop but the day had caught up. He wanted release again and his hands would not listen to reason. Then, just as he was about to go over the edge, he heard the garage door. Joe's heart skipped a beat. It was from years of conditioning and his natural instinct to pull up his clothes turn off the TV, duck under the covers and pretend to be asleep. Not tonight. Instead he relaxed, pulled up his shorts, left the TV on and waited. 

Sue appeared in the doorway. Shed had shed her coat, her shoes, blouse, and skirt. She stood lit only by the candle light, in her bustier and stockings. The perfect vision of Joes daydreams.

"How was your day?" She asked. 

"Way too long. Yours?"

"The same, and, warm, very warm," she laughed, "Did you follow all your instructions like a good boy," she asked picking up the crop by the door.

"Yes, I wouldn't have wanted you to miss anything, and thank you."

"Aw, too bad, I guess we won't need this, then? You managed to hold out all day despite my best efforts." 

"Well, I may have slipped a little this morning in the shower. But that was early."

"Oh really," she raised the crop again. "In that case, turn over and we'll get started. I really hope you're well rested."  

A Tease, A Tension



Chris let himself into the house, stood his briefcase by the hall table and called out to his wife. Her answering acknowledgement came from upstairs. He climbed the stairs, undoing his tie as he went and entered their bedroom; Susan was lying naked on the bed, propped up against a stack of pillows, feet on the bed with her knees pulled up and wide apart. A rosy glow covered her chest and face, her fingers gently caressing and probing her vulva. That, and a broad, welcoming grin and a hoarsely whispered 'Hi' had him stiffening rapidly.

'And what have you been up to?'

'Masturbating of course.'

'Good?'

'Mm. Wonderful. I came just as you pulled up.'

'Damn.'

She giggled 'That was quite deliberate – I was waiting for you, holding back so I could come just before you got up here, so I could tease you just like this, irritate you because you missed it, and wind you up even more by telling you I was doing it deliberately.'

She grinned impishly at him as he undressed, eager to get at her.

'Look, I'm all wet and ready for a fuck ... only I'm not going to let you fuck me!'

She giggled wickedly as he hesitated, about to leap on her, his large penis wagging in anticipation. She continued to caress her slick vulva, then slid a slim finger into herself as he stood at the end of the bed.

She then pushed her finger into her anus, pushing the gel inside. She buggered herself for a moment, with full strokes of her finger.

'Mm. Feels lovely. You'd love to do this, wouldn't you? You'd like to bugger me now, of course, and you'd like me to do this to you, then bugger you with the dildo. I'd like to do all that too, right now, but I won't, as it would make you come, and you're not going to until later. You're going to spend all night thinking about how you're going to bugger me senseless, thinking about the fact that I want you to bugger me senseless. And you will, because I want you to.'

She reached into the drawer again, and pulled out a black plastic rectal plug, smeared another large blob of gel on its tip, then pushed it gently into her anus. He peered closely as her ring stretched around the tapered plug. She eased it gently in and out of herself, pushing a little deeper each time, until finally she closed around the narrow stem at its base and just the small flattened t-piece rested against her anus. She smeared the excess gel gently around her perineum, then reached out and slid her slippery fingertip over Chris's glans. Again she reached into the drawer and pulled out a black dildo, about six inches long and smeared more gel on the end and slid it inside her vagina in one smooth motion; the end was flush with the entrance to her vagina, so Chris could just see her stretched around a thick black circle of plastic.

'And you're going to spend all night thinking about me sitting beside you, with my toys inside me, thinking about how even though you might like to fuck that other pretty girl over there, you can bet she's not a kinky girl who's got things plugging her fanny and bottom and she would most certainly not let you bugger her senseless in a short while. And you won't want to drink in case you get too tired, and I'll be giggling and flirting and looking gorgeous, and I might even go to the ladies and masturbate, fucking myself with this dildo, and come back and tell you about it. Now, I think I could have another orgasm after that. It won't take long, as I'm very aroused as you can see.' Her clitoris was firmly erect, the pink tip protruding from under its hood. 'Lick me. Don't touch the toys. And don't touch yourself.'

Grinning at her acting out the dominant sex-bitch, he bent to his task and soon brought her off, her right hand gripping the back of his head, her left squeezing and pinching her breasts as she watched him.

'That was good.' She panted. 'Well done.' Then giggled 'I like this game.'

He lay beside her, caressing her. Abruptly, she swung herself over him, straddling his thighs as she sat astride him. She stared down at his still-straining erection.

'Very impressive darling; make sure it's like that later.'

'So what got you so horny you had to have a wank as soon as you got home?'

'Lorna.'

'What? How?'

'We-ell, it was really quiet in the office, just me and her. She was wearing a short skirt, jacket and a tight top. Because there were no men in, and it was hot, she took her jacket off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I couldn't help but gawp – she's got incredible boobs, you'll just die. I mean, they are stunning. She noticed me gawping – I think she did it deliberately. She never flaunts them in the office, because the men would all be slavering wrecks. Anyway, she just smiled, then I realised she'd seen me gawping, so I just had to own up.'

'What did you say?'

'I said 'Lorna, you have the most incredible boobs' and she said 'Yup.' And then just lifted her top up.'

'What!'

'Really, just showed them to me. Not a quick flash, she stood there in front of me and let me look – well, I just had to look. I said 'Stunning. Are they real?' She said 'Yup.' And took my hands and put them on her boobs 'See, all me.''

'What did you do?'

'What could I do? I felt them, stupid. Caressed them, squeezed them gently, stared at them, stared at my hands feeling them, felt myself getting very wet. They felt lovely, so firm, taut, and yet soft. She just stood there, smiling indulgently at me. Then I realised she was enjoying it too. Her nipples were like thimbles.'

'How long did you do this for? Did you kiss them?'

'Must have been about 30 seconds, and no, but I wanted to. We heard a noise outside, so she quickly covered up and put her jacket back on. We were like guilty little schoolgirls. No-one came in, and so she took her jacket off again. I spent all afternoon sneeking furtive looks at her, all the time knowing she knew I was looking, and she was holding herself so I could look, thinking about what had happened. God I felt horny.'

'Mmm. Do you want to make love with her?'

'Well, I don't know, I'd like to touch her again, be naked with her. Mmm, yes, I guess I would. Would you be jealous?' She teased.

'You know I wouldn't be. You know damn well I'd like you to. What does she look like?'

'Pretty, tall, slim, great body, lovely legs, dark hair. Just imagine me and her writhing naked on this bed' She ran her hands over her breasts 'and me letting you fuck her.'

'Would you like me to?'

'Yes. But only after you'd buggered me senseless!'

He gasped as she grasped his penis firmly and stroked it briefly, then lay down on top of him, offering her breasts for him to kiss and suck as she rubbed her vulva against his glans, pressing the hard base of the dildo against him, using him to push it into herself.

'There. Now, we need to get ready.' She climbed off the bed and went to the chest of drawers, rummaged in her undies drawer and pulled out a lacy black body. She stepped into it and wriggled it up her body, then fished a pair of black hold-up stockings from the drawer and rolled them up her slim legs. Chris lay on the bed watching her, gently stroking his penis. She looked up.

'Stop that. It had better not go off, or there's no nooky for you tonight! Go and have a shower. Quickly now.'

'Bitch.' He said, rising and walking to the bathroom, his penis wagging comically as he walked. Ten minutes later he rejoined Susan, now wearing a short black skirt and soft, clinging grey wool top, and applying makeup as she stood before the mirror. She wriggled smartly free with a giggle as he tried to grope her, dodging out of the door, and he heard her walk smartly downstairs, her high heels clicking as she crossed the hall. He dressed quickly and joined her as she waited for him.

'Come on! We'll be late.'

They walked to the restaurant arm-in-arm, and she teased him all the way.

'Mmm, feels nice when I walk – all full, stretched, and hard and squirmy, and the lace of my body rubs just nicely over my clitoris.'

'Don't – my hard-on will be somewhat obvious when I walk in the restaurant.'

'Oh. Have you got a hard-on? Now, why's that? Thinking about buggering me later? Or thinking about me walking along here beside you, all pretty and demure, with a dildo in my pussy and a plug in my bottom? Or thinking about me caressing Lorna's boobs this afternoon? That's what I was thinking about, by the way.'

'Bitch.'

'Lorna will be at the restaurant tonight. I invited her to join us.'

He looked round at her sharply, suspicion and uncertainty on his face. Susan laughed.

'Yes, honestly. Thought that'd surprise you. We'll probably flirt all evening. I'll tell her what I'm doing to you, what I'm going to let you do to me tonight. You'll spend all evening thinking of the possibilities, looking at her – bet she looks as sexy as hell – looking at me, looking at the two of us flirting with each other and with you.' She glanced down at his trousers. 'Good Lord, yes it does stick out a bit. Everyone'll see that. You'd better think about footballers' legs for a bit, instead of my lovely bottom sticking up off the bed, you pulling the plug out of my nicely lubricated anus, then gently pushing that big hard willy into it until you're embedded inside me up to the hilt ...'

'Stop! For the love of God, stop!'

'Oh, sorry dear.'

They reached the restaurant, Chris's hard-on only partially deflated and barely disguised by his buttoned-up jacket. They were led to their table in a discrete little alcove. The waiter hovered to take their order for aperitifs, and to ogle Susan. Chris smiled pointedly at him and ordered their drinks. Before he returned, Susan, facing the entrance smiled over his shoulder and waved as a stunning young woman entered. Chris turned and surveyed her as she walked over to them, then stood and offered her his hand. With a huge friendly grin, full of dazzlingly perfect white teeth, she took his proffered hand, placed her other on his shoulder and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her famous boobs brushing his chest for the merest, heart-stopping moment, a haze of musky perfume bringing his hard-on back to life.

'Hi, I'm Lorna – you must be Chris. Susan's told me lots about you. Do you really wear her underwear to work?' She said this with an earnest, questioning tone, her face deadpan. Susan snorted into a fit of giggles.

'Er, hi, no ... well, only her knickers – the bras show through my shirts.'

Lorna could no longer hold the pretence, her face cracked and all three of them dissolved in hysterics. The waiter bustled over, unable to contain himself at the sight of two such attractive women. Lorna sat down beside Susan and ordered a drink from the fussing Italian. Chris stared at the two women as they chattered. Lorna was wearing a beautifully styled wrap-over dress that split disconcertingly as she sat down.

'That's a lovely dress,' said Susan, 'where did you get it?'

'Second-hand, in a designer shop in Kensington. Ralph Lauren. I just had to have it. Only problem is that it lets that creepy little waiter stare at my legs when he serves. Move round a bit Sue.' Lorna shuffled her chair close to Susan until her legs were out of sight of the remainder of the restaurant. The waiter brought the drinks, took their food order and departed regretfully. They chatted and laughed, and Lorna and Susan's gossip about their colleagues at work became more indiscreet as the wine they drank freely took effect. Chris drank water after his first glass of wine. After the starter, Susan encouraged Lorna to join her in the ladies. Chris's thoughts ran riot as he watched the two women walk away.

In the loo, there was only one cubicle. Lorna went in first, whilst Susan quickly checked her makeup in the mirror, then turned, grinning, as Lorna spoke.

'Does Chris have a brother?' The door to the cubicle was wide open, and Lorna was undoing the single button that held the wrap-over dress together. She wore hold-up stockings like Susan, but no underwear, and her mons was completely shaven. Susan stared unashamedly as Lorna sat down, the dress agape as she peed.

'No. Why?'

'Your husband's very dishy. Shame there's only one of him.'

'Why? There needn't be more than one of him.'

Lorna looked at Susan as she patted her vulva dry with tissue 'Oh my. You are a dark horse.' She stood and walked from the cubicle, leaving the dress undone as they swapped places. Susan hitched her skirt up and undid the poppers of her body.

'Darker than you might have guessed.' She said with a grin as she sat down, her legs spread wide, exposing her vulva and the black dildo just peeking out from her vagina as she began to pee.

Lorna gasped 'You haven't? You have! God, you dirty little girl! Let me see!' and she crouched down between Susan's legs, giggling, holding Susan's thighs wide apart. 'Let me see!' Susan finished her pee and leant back, tilting her hips up, then reached down and drew the dildo from her vagina and held the glistening black object up in front of Lorna's disbelieving face. 'Oh my God! You've been sat next to me with that inside you! You horny little bitch!' She paused momentarily, and then leant forward and closed her mouth round the end, sucking it deeply in. Susan gasped in surprise, and Lorna choked, coughing and laughing as she released the dildo. 'Mm. You taste just like me!' They dissolved into a fit of giggling. Lorna leant forward again, pushing Susan's hand aside. 'Let me make sure.' And ran her tongue along Susan's vulva. 'Oh Christ! Lorna!' hissed Susan, trying to clamp her legs together. Lorna grinned up at her 'Hmm, not quite the same, but very nice.'

Susan struggled up, pulling Lorna to her feet 'Come on, we've been here for ages – Chris will be getting worried, or suspicious!' As Lorna stepped back, Susan slid the dildo back into herself; Lorna groaned appreciatively. Susan grinned back 'That's only the half of it!'

'What? Aaah! You haven't? In your bottom?! Turn round! Let me see!'

Susan turned and bent over. Lorna peered, then screeched and pushed at the protruding plug. Susan straightened quickly, did up her poppers and pulled down her skirt.

'Mrs Susan Benfield, you are the kinkiest woman it has ever been my pleasure to meet.' Giggled Lorna. Her dress was still undone as she stepped forward and kissed Susan gently on the mouth.

'You're one to talk – you're the one who had me fondling her boobs this afternoon. And you're the one with the shaven pussy. And you're the one who was sucking on the dildo I've got inside me. And you're the one who just licked my pussy. And you're the one who's standing with her dress undone, no underwear on and kissing me. Anyway, come on. We must go.'

Lorna buttoned herself up and followed Susan out of the ladies. Chris was looking a little peeved as they returned to the table.

'What have you been doing in there?'

Susan smiled sweetly at him and raised an eyebrow in a quizzical expression 'Why, girly things of course, dear.'

Lorna, putting on a wide-eyed, desperately concerned look, asked 'Been lonely Chris? Missed us? Eaten all the breadsticks?' her face collapsed as the two women burst into giggles.

As the two women settled themselves, the waiter arrived with their entrees. They ate and chatted, Susan and Lorna becoming progressively more giggly and flirty as the wine disappeared. Chris was enjoying himself, particularly when a foot from each woman snaked along his shins. As they leant back drinking their liqueurs, Susan's free hand found Lorna's thigh and slipped under the dress, then up beyond her stocking tops. Lorna's legs parted easily and Susan's fingers slid to her vulva, hot and stickily wet.

'Chris, your wife is quite remarkable – first she comes out with all sorts of kinky implements in her orifices, now she's sat here masturbating me in a most pleasant manner.'

Susan spluttered her drink and tried to snatch her hand away, but Lorna clamped her thighs together at that precise instant, trapping Susan's hand. 'No, don't stop – I was enjoying that!' she ordered, and relaxed her thighs. Susan giggled, arching her eyebrows at Chris, and continued her gentle stroking of Lorna's vulva. Chris looked bemused.

'You are kidding me of course.'

Lorna pointed down at her lap and smiled mischievously. Chris dropped a spoon and bent to retrieve it, looking under the table as he did so. Despite the lack of light, he could clearly see his wife's hand between Lorna's thighs. He sat up quickly.

'I think you'd better ask for the bill.' Whispered Susan.

They paid and left. They walked home, Lorna and Susan arm-in-arm ahead of Chris on the narrow pavement; he didn't complain, as this allowed him to watch them as they wiggled deliberately and provocatively in front of him, giggling and chatting.

'So how does it feel when you walk?' asked Lorna.

'Good. Full, drawing attention to my bits and bottom, making me aware of it all the time. Why do you shave yourself?'

'I saw some pictures of a girl in a men's magazine. She looked lovely, I liked it, so I tried it. It's like a ritual now. I shave myself in front of my mirror in my bedroom, rub oil into my skin and have an absolutely wonderful wank.'

'How often do you have to do it?'

'I have to do it at least once a week ...' they giggled ' ... but usually do it three or four times to keep it really smooth.'

'Chris, I shall try it. Will you like that?' She turned back to Lorna 'Perhaps you could show me?'

'I'd love to, but not tonight, I've had far too much to drink to start waving razors round a lady's delicate bits.'

They reached the house and went in. 'I need a pee ...' all three said in unison. There followed a mad scramble as the two women rushed upstairs. Chris used the downstairs loo. When he'd finished, he went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of white wine from the fridge, and filled three glasses. He heard Lorna and Sue leaving the bathroom, giggling and chattering, so waited for them to come back downstairs. After a few minutes waiting, sipping his wine, he realised it was all quiet upstairs. His suspicions alerted, he grabbed the wine and glasses and moved quickly upstairs to their bedroom. Lorna had her back to him, engaged in a passionate but gentle kiss with Susan, who looked across at him as he entered. She disengaged from Lorna, and turned her to face him, holding the dress apart to expose Lorna's naked body to him. He stood observing in appreciation as Lorna posed deliberately for him.

'Incredible. Quite beautiful.'

'Dream come true darling?' Asked Sue, smiling at him over Lorna's shoulder as she held the dress open.

'Absolutely.'

'Well, I hope I'm going to get one of those glasses of wine for standing here like this, letting you two perverts fondle, snog and ogle me.'

To be continued...



A Tease For The Landlord



Ever been poor? My wife at the time and I were in that classification as this story is told. I was about 25, Sharon was 24. Sharon is a small gal, slender, long dark hair, breasts a bit big for her tiny frame.

I ran a Gas Station, 1973 came around. Gas lines, no product, bank at my door. The business went, the house went, Sharon and I were living in our car in very short order.

I finally managed to find a job fixing cars for a shop, and she headed out to find a place for us to live, camping was getting old and Fall was coming fast.

Let's just say that Fall and Winter in Oregon will keep your socks wet if you live outside.

Sharon came back tickled, she found a tiny little rental house at a price we could actually pay. It wasn't much, but we were desperate. The place was just a small living room with an alcove kitchen, but it was furnished with basic appliances. There was a little bedroom with a curtain, and a bathroom that appeared to be tacked on as an afterthought.

We could manage until things got better.

We moved in in short order, Sharon introduced me to the landlord, a crusty old guy named Harold. He was about 60 or so and lived right next door in a much bigger place.

But problems cropped up quickly, the guy apparently had little experience with dealing with tenants. It seems his son had lived in the little house, and finally moved away.

So he dealt with us by acting like we were going to steal something or burn the place down, throw wild parties.

It was part of the deal for me to mow the lawn, it was small and I did. But not often enough to suit Harold, he would meet me in the mornings and tell me it needed doing as I headed for work, hell, it was only an inch high.

Then if we both left he would snoop around, checking, always checking, always watching us.

One day we had another couple over, we were sitting in the yard chatting, having some beer, music playing. 

Sure enough, he didn't like the beer, didn't like the music, didn't like our guests. He made a point of telling us he didn't like "wild parties!"

I also noticed he spent a lot of timing peeking out the window at Sharon's behind when she went out to work in the yard.

The situation was barely tolerable, and got worse one day when I ran home for something, and parked my truck in the driveway sticking out a bit. Harold came out yelling, irate. I was there maybe 5 minutes.

I came home that night, Sharon was unhappy, the guy actually wanted us to move out. I wanted to myself, but the rent was half what we could find anywhere else. We needed to stay right where we were for at least another six months while I saved up a dab of cash.

The only thing to do was go talk to Harold.

It was a warm day, Sharon had on a summer dress, one with print flowers, nice and light. She wore a pair of flipflops on her feet.

Harold was sitting out back in his yard watching our place like always, so Sharon and I walked over there to talk to him. There were some outside lawn chairs gathered around a firepit Harold used in the Fall, he was sipping a cool drink, scowling at us.

Harold seemed to always scowl.

We sat down to talk, I explained we needed to stay, he was adamant that he wanted us to leave.

"Too much going on." was his exact words.

Hell, if we lived any quieter we would be dead.

But I noticed he kept glancing at Sharon's bare legs, almost like they were magnets for his eyes.

Sharon picked up on it, too, she slipped her flipflops off, wiggled her toes in the cool grass. She idly hiked her dress up a couple of inches. Harold stopped talking for a few seconds, his eyes darting right down to the gap between her knees and the bottom of her dress.

I wasn't getting anywhere, Sharon gave me a sidelong glance, then said, "I will go get some iced tea, be right back."

She hopped up and headed for our place, and was back in a few minutes with a pitcher and some glasses.

She set the glasses down and leaned over Harold's way as she poured him a drink. This let the top of her dress gap down some, it wasn't really much from the design but enough Harold could see the tops of her breasts, I was sure.

Again he stopped talking for a few moments. Sharon's eyes caught mine, she had a wicked grin on her face as she poured me a glass, then her own.

She turned and sat back down in a different chair directly across from Harold, now the three of us sat in a semi-circle. This time the hem of her dress was a bit higher, Harold's look went right back to her bare legs, he almost couldn't stop looking at her.

He was telling me about how he just couldn't have "improper parking", droning on and on about it, still staring.

Sharon lifted her leg, sat it on the chair in front of her, brushing at imaginary bits of grass on her foot. I knew this would give the old coot a clear view of her panties.

She took her sweet time, repeated with the other foot. Conversation came to a stop. Then she put her feet back down on the grass.

Harold was now sounding like he was changing his mind, he mentioned something about, "Well, maybe if you promise to not do it again." 

His eyes never left Sharon's legs.

Then Sharon smiled at him, and said, "We promise, thank you!"

With that, she put her left foot back on the chair, reached for her flipflops. This time her dress slid over her knee and down her thigh halfway. She looked directly at Harold as she swung her left knee to the side, reaching down to put her flipflop onto her foot.

She took her sweet time, too. Brushing at the few bits of grass, she set her left foot back down on the ground, leaving her dress bunched halfway up her thigh.

Harold was leaning forwards in his chair, silent, beads of sweat popped up on his forehead. I was thinking he was going to have a Heart attack.

Then Sharon lifted her right foot, placed it carefully on the chair seat in front of her. She looked directly at Harold, still leaning forwards in his chair.

The dress was now bunched nearly all the way to the top of her thighs. I realized that the evening Sunlight was shining at an angle over Harold's shoulders, right on her. 

Sharon leaned over, picked up the other flipflop. Looking directly at Harold, she slowly moved her right knee over to the right, her left leg pressed firmly against the armrest on the other side. He wasn't even noticing her watching him, his eyes were wide, staring directly at Sharon's crotch.

Her right knee finally touched the armrest of the chair, she lifted her fanny and scooted forward a few inches to the edge of the seat, leaned her knee over even more. Her foot came up off the chair seat in slow motion, hovered in the air for a moment, then she swung her foot closer as she reached down and pulled the other flipflop on.

She left it there in space for a few seconds as she idly brushed at her foot. She turned it this way and that, inspecting it, then she set her foot back down on the ground.

The poor old man had a bulge in his pants that must have been painful, he was really getting off on looking at Sharon's panties.

Sharon stood up.

"We can stay then?" she asked, with a sweet smile.

Harold managed to stammer an agreement.

"How about we come over and have tea with you some other night?"

"Sure, anytime." Harold said, his breath still coming in ragged gasps.

Sharon reached for my hand, we walked back to our little house.

Inside, I laughed, reached for her to give her a hug.

"Old Harold sure got off looking at your panties!" I said, as I ran my hands up Sharon's legs to her behind.

OOPS!

No panties!

MGM