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George: Book 01

By: jlo24601



Prologue:

George Thomas was feeling a bit dejected and he wasn't exactly sure why he felt that way; this trip was going to make him a load of money. He could only conclude that the prospect of seven to ten days in Dayton, Ohio, where he didn't know a single person, must be the reason for his feeling a little down.

George's gloomy demeanor was soon to brighten considerably, as he was about to embark on the wildest, most exciting week of his life. He would soon learn that Dayton was not a town to be disparaged and in a week's time it would become one of his favorite places on earth.

BOOK I -- ICE CREAM SUNDAY

Chapter 1

George Thomas thrived on being with and talking with friends; he also enjoyed finding new friends. He worked extremely hard to keep his computer software business successful, and when work was done, he liked to relax in the company of people he could open up with. He was convinced that this sort of leisure gave him the energy and ideas that he needed to stay on top of an extremely competitive business scene.

At forty-two, George had been married twice. His first marriage ended because his marketing career and extensive travel placed too many temptations in his path. He was not faithful to Ginny and with so much separation, their interests drifted apart anyway. After fourteen years, when their son Bill entered junior high, they had split up amicably. Now Bill was a sophomore in college and Ginny was married again, and seemed quite happy.

George's second marriage lasted barely two years. George met Charlene in a bar where she was entertaining; she was ten years younger than he was. They hit it off from the start and marriage soon seemed attractive to both of them. George had just started his own company and it was doing very well. He was on top of the world and thought he was ready to settle down for life; but his business started taking up too much time as he needed to stay involved with the marketing to land bigger and bigger accounts. Charlene became disenchanted and was easy prey for a younger, more attentive man.

George was starving when he arrived at the Dayton Hilton. He checked in at reception, carted his luggage to the elevator and then to room 505; he changed from his suit into a polo shirt and Dockers and headed back downstairs to the hotel restaurant. He normally tried to find better fare than hotel restaurants but this evening he didn't feel up to going out; his trip from Tucson had taken most of the day. His departure was delayed four hours by maintenance problems on his United Airlines flight to St. Louis. That meant missing his connection to Dayton and having to find another one. After nearly three hours in the St. Louis airport he boarded a DC-9 for Dayton and arrived at 6:30 PM. Of course it seemed like 4:30 to him so he wasn't tired, just disgusted and hungry.

The restaurant was totally empty when he entered; there was not a single customer in it. In fact he asked the hostess at the desk outside the entrance if they were really open; she assured him that they served until eleven. George joking asked her if she could find him a quiet corner and she smiled and guided him to a booth that was in the very back corner of the second and smaller of the two dining rooms. She apologized that it was an extraordinarily slow evening, "Even the bar is nearly empty."

George sat so he was facing the room as he inspected the surroundings after the hostess handed him a menu and walked away. His corner was less lit than much of the room. The décor was dark wood booths and tables with an English tavern look.

A young waitress walked toward George's table; her appearance invoked George's interest immediately. Not only did she have astonishing beauty but her brief outfit highlighted her looks provocatively. Her look was that of a sixteen-year-old but George knew that she must be older to be a waitress in a restaurant that served alcohol. She had long, light blond hair in a ponytail and bright blue eyes, a Swedish princess. She was dressed like a cheerleader in a starched white blouse and short, pleated plaid skirt that covered less than a quarter of her long, slender, tanned, bare legs. The skirt was not as full as most cheerleaders would wear but it wasn't sheath tight either. Her feet were encased in white tennis shoes, no visible anklets; she presented a gorgeous and enticing picture as she approached George's table.

The girl introduced herself as April. "I'll be your waitress for the evening and I hope I can make your dinner a pleasure. Please ask me any questions about the menu and don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything that I can do to serve you better."

George could think of a few things immediately but he just nodded and said, "Thank you, April, I will." Then as an afterthought, "I didn't realize this is a sports bar."

"What makes you think it is?"

"You're dressed like a cheerleader, aren't you?"

"No, - I'd have to have a letter on or something if I were a cheerleader."

"I guess so. -- You look very nice."

"Thank you. - I'll let you look at the menu for a few minutes unless you know what you want. I can get you a drink from the bar, appetizers, whatever you wish."

"I'll start with a seven and seven, Seagram's please. I'll have to look at the menu to get any farther than that."

She smiled her acknowledgment and turned and walked away. He watched the way her hips moved in the short skirt as she walked and his mind imagined what was under the garment. The brief conversation with April confirmed what George had always firmly believed about beautiful females. His experience was that the most beautiful women usually had a lack of intellect. On first impression April did not seem very bright and for George this impression only enhanced her attractiveness.

George opened the menu and found that a dish named Veal Alfredo was the house specialty. It sounded delicious and he searched for appropriate appetizers. He chose the escargot and found that the wine list had a nice pinot noir in a half bottle. He was all set to order when April appeared with his cocktail.

"Are you ready to order? - I don't want to rush you."

"Why don't you give me another ten minutes and then bring me a refill on the drink. I'll order then. I have all evening and I want to enjoy my dinner. -- You're very beautiful," he repeated his earlier compliment.

April smiled and blushed. "Thank you sir, -- I'll be back in ten minutes." She walked away and then noticed a booth across the room that hadn't been cleared. There was a serving tray on a stand nearby and the young waitress grabbed the stand and tray and set them beside the cluttered table. She began moving the dirty dishes onto the serving tray and then stooped to pick up the loaded tray and headed for the kitchen. George watched her work with interest, hoping that she would have to lean over and give him a nice look up her skirt. He was disappointed; the skirt shifted as she worked but was never raised as high as his naughty hopes.

A minute later though, April reappeared with a damp rag and towel; this time George got the view he was hoping for. Instead of sliding into the booth to wipe the far end of the table, the girl stood at the end of the table and leaned over it, reaching out with the damp rag in her hand. She had to lift one foot off the floor and lean out over the table and in doing so her little plaid skirt was pulled high on her thighs and her legs were apart and George got an unbelievable view of the crotch of her snow white panties. He had a strong urge to tear across the room and slam his hand between her legs, but he resisted. Instead he began plotting how he might accomplish that goal more discretely.

April finished wiping the table with the damp cloth and George thought the show was over. It wasn't. She repeated the act with the dry towel, wiping the table and giving George and even better view up her little skirt. As she stood back up from this second exhibition, a wild idea popped into George's head.

Chapter 2

When April returned to his table in the prescribed ten minutes time, George had extracted a ten-dollar bill and a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and laid them side by side on the edge of the table. April spotted them immediately and gave a quizzical look to her customer. She set his drink down with a new napkin and picked up the empty glass. "Are you ready to order appetizers or dinner?" 

"I think I've found what I want. How is the veal?"

"It's our special as you see and it's wonderful; people rave about it all the time. I myself prefer seafood so I have only tried the veal once. It's really very delicious."

George related his choices, appetizer, entree, and wine, and told the girl that he would probably select a dessert after he found out how filled he felt after eating dinner. April jotted some notes on her note pad and smiled at him again. "Great! I'll be right out with your appetizers and some bread." She glanced again at the two bills lying on the table.

"Before you go, I've got a question for you."

"Shoot."

"If I offered you a choice of these two bills for your tip, which one would you choose?"

The girl looked puzzled. "I guess I'd take the hundred. - Is this a trick question?"

"Sort of, - what if there were conditions on getting the hundred?"

"Then I guess it could depend on the conditions."

"I was watching you clean off that table across the room and you put on a nice little show for me, lifting your foot and letting me look right up your short skirt at your little white panty."

April looked a bit flustered; "I, - I didn't realize you could see so much. -- I'm sorry!"

"You don't need to apologize. -- I enjoyed it very much."

"Yeah, - I suppose you did," she said in a scolding tone.

"It really turned me on a bit and I thought about how I'd like to put my hand up under your skirt."

"So you're kind of a dirty old man then."

"Exactly, - so that leads to my condition for the hundred dollar tip. While you're waiting on me this evening I get to put my hand under your skirt and feel you up."

"Well shit! - There's a proposition I haven't heard before, - and I've heard a lot of them." She didn't reject the suggestion out of hand.

"Give it some consideration and let me know your answer when you come to a decision."

While waiting for his appetizer and an answer to his outrageous proposal four more customers came into the restaurant and were seated at the booth that had just been cleared. A man and a woman sat side by side, facing in George's direction; two men sat across from them. The group looked familiar to him and he realized that they were the flight crew from his flight into Dayton. The male with the female beside him was the captain, early fifties, George thought, barely starting to gray at the temples, very handsome. The female, much younger, was a flight attendant, about twenty-five, beautiful auburn hair, medium length, brown eyes, slender, lovely. The other two were the co-pilot and a second flight attendant.

The crew had changed from their uniforms and the pilot was dressed in a short-sleeve shirt and Dockers and the lady wore a short-sleeve blue dress, just above the knee in length, buttons all the way up the front, belted at the waist. The color of the girl's dress matched the captain's shirt almost exactly. The other two men wore golf shirts and Dockers. They glanced over at George but he didn't think any of them recognized him. It was sort of dark in his corner and they probably couldn't see him all that well.

George had seen the pilot and co-pilot only briefly as the passengers disembarked from the flight. He was more familiar with the flight attendants; Heather was the girl's name as he remembered it and he couldn't remember the guy's name. George had been impressed with Heather on the flight. She was friendly and efficient and talked with the passengers a bit beyond just asking what the wanted to drink. George had kidded her that he wanted a pomegranate juice and she had given him a wry smile and told him she would suggest it to management for future flights.

After a couple of minutes the two men on one side of the booth got up and one of them said something to the couple. It appeared that they were departing; perhaps they wanted someplace a bit more exciting than an empty hotel restaurant. George thought he heard words such as "leave the love birds alone," but he wasn't sure. The two men walked out of the room and George sensed that they would not return.

The couple in the booth looked at their menu and then talked with one another. The pilot leaned over and kissed Heather on her lips and she tilted her head in accepting the kiss.

April appeared with a basket of fresh, dark bread, a plate of margarine, and a steaming container of escargot. She set the bread and margarine in the center of the table and served the appetizer in front of George and stood back staring down at the two bills still lying on the table.

"Now, I have questions."

"Shoot."

"Does your proposition mean you get to feel me up one time or every time I come over?"

"Every time you are at my table; - if I want to."

"Does this offer just entitle you to feel my legs, or more?"

"More."

"What more?"

"Anywhere my hand can reach under your little plaid skirt."

"Not between my legs."

"Yes, between your legs. - But I won't force my hand anywhere that's not readily accessible."

The girl seemed embarrassed and her face had a bit of a flush to it. "And you aren't to try and, - get your fingers inside, - in my underwear?"

"I won't promise that." George spoke in a serious tone, acting as though the proposition was merely a business transaction. "A hundred dollars is quite a lot of money."

"I know. - Have you done this before?"

The question surprised George and he didn't respond as quickly.

"I've never offered a waitress $100 to let me do it in a restaurant."

"I don't know what to do. - I really could use the money right now, my best friend is getting married and I want to get her a really nice wedding gift. - I just don't know what might happen if I agree to this."

"No you don't, - and neither do I. You have to trust me and we'll play it by ear. It could be sort of fun for both of us."

She abruptly changed the subject. "You don't have water. I apologize! - That's never supposed to happen here. I'll be right back with the water and then I'll give you my answer."

George did not open the escargot. He did break a piece of bread into two halves and buttered one half and laid it on his bread plate. April returned more quickly than he expected her too. She must have made a snap decision.

George watched the beautiful young waitress as she poured water and ice into the tumbler on his table. When she was done she hesitated and then looked at him. He gave her a quizzical smile.

"I've decided I don't want to let you do what you want to. -- The extra money is awfully tempting but I don't know you well enough to let you get that familiar with me, -- and there are other customers watching too."

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. -- I don't think your other customers are going to be paying much attention to us. They have their own thing going. Let me know if you change your mind. The offer stands. -- Maybe we could do a one time deal for say twenty-five dollars."

April walked off and George sat with his disappointment and looked to see if the pilot was faring better than he was. The twosome were kissing lightly and conversing in low tones; that was all.

After just a minute of two, for no apparent reason, April appeared again. "I'm going to give your idea a try, but if it starts to get out of hand, I want the option of being able to call it off."

"You want the whole hundred deal?"

"Yes."

"Agreed," George answered with delight.

"If you get out of hand I'll dump a pitcher of water on you, - I swear."

"I'll try not to get to that point."

"If I get caught, I might be fired."

"Who's going to catch us? -- There's no one here." He smiled up at her and she gave him a meek smile in return.

"Your dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. I'll serve the salad in ten." She smiled a bit more brightly and turned uncertainly to walk away. "Be ready."

George opened the still steaming container of snails and picked out a delicate morsel with the small fork provided. He looked across the room to see how the airline couple was doing; they were conversing in low tones. The young stewardess had her hand on the captain's thigh, her fingers embedded between his legs, about six inches from his crotch, George estimated. She clearly had his full attention. As George watched, the pilot kissed the girl on the lips again and her hand squeezed his leg in response. The couple was interrupted when April arrived at their table to take their drink order.

George finished his appetizer and a slice of delicious bread and he moved the escargot container across the table so that April would have to lean over to reach it. As he finished April appeared carrying a very appetizing looking spinach salad. She seemed a little on edge as she served the salad, standing close to the table and easily within reach of George's left hand. She didn't pick up the empty pan but she didn't turn and leave either.

"Did you enjoy your snails?"

"I did very much, - and the bread is wonderful."

"We bake it ourselves. Our chef is very talented."

She bent over from the waist and reached for the appetizer tray. George smoothly slipped his hand onto the back of April's lovely knee and squeezed it. April was ready for something; she didn't flinch and she didn't pull away. He slid his hand up the back of her leg to the hem of her miniskirt and then a bit farther until his hand was beneath it. He squeezed the back of her thigh lightly, pressing his fingers to the soft inside of her leg and shifting them a little higher.

"There is no softness that compares to a beautiful young woman's inner thighs," George complimented. April shifted her weight and then she turned and escaped his grasp.

"You' better enjoy your salad before the main course is done," she told him wryly. She walked away without looking back at him.

George took a mouthful of the salad and savored the warm bacon dressing as he studied the couple in the booth across from him. The girl's hand was now only four inches below the captain's crotch and they were kissing again. The captain now had one arm around the girl's shoulders and his other hand on her upper thigh, squeezing her through her dress. George continued enjoying his salad, - and the scene across the room.

April served drinks to Heather and the pilot and they stopped kissing to acknowledge her but their hands did not give any ground. Another kiss after the waitress walked away motivated the lovely girl to move her hand again and she had it buried right against her boyfriend's crotch. George could see her fingers pressing into him; feeling for what must be a raging erection by now.

April appeared again and she was carrying a wine bucket that she set down beside George and a bit behind him. She stood on the other side of the bucket, out of his reach and opened the bottle. She didn't use a corkscrew but an opener that left the cork intact. She picked up the chilled bottled from the bed of ice and moved over to stand at the end of the table. She handed the cork to George and watched him with careful anticipation.

George accepted the cork with his right hand and put it beneath his nose. At the same time he put his free hand under April's little skirt, about where he had left off on her salad visit. Of course he was in no hurry as he sniffed the aroma of the cork and slid his hand up the back of the server's leg. He reached the bottom of her left cheek and ran his fingers across the little crevice there. Then he moved his hand to the outside of her leg and pushed it higher as he felt her panty on her hip. He tugged and she stepped toward him just a bit so he could easily reach around her. He pushed the side of her skirt up as his hand reached for the waistband of her panty. April accepted all of this calmly. When he felt the elastic with his fingertips he handed her the cork and nodded.


George: Book 01



"Very nice!"

"The wine?"

"Yes, - that too"

April's cheeks turned a bit rosier as she blushed. As the girl picked up his wine glass and poured a mouthful into the glass, George pulled his hand back and worked it around behind the girl, feeling the silk of her panty, rubbing his fingers across her ass, all the way around to her right hip and back again. She was taking it all extremely well; she acted as though nothing unusual was going on at all.

George accepted the proffered wine and held it to his mouth, taking a long sniff as his hand fingered the back of her panty, poking into her crack. He sipped the wine and swirled it in his mouth as he poked his fingers between April's legs, feeling the soft silk of her panty and the soft skin of her upper thighs against his fingers.

"Very nice! - Very nice indeed!" He was sure that she understood his double entendre. He handed the glass back to her and just rested his hand at the back of her crotch, enjoying the softness and smoothness of the silk and skin.

George glanced over at the other occupants of the room to see it they were watching what he was doing to April. As he suspected, they were engrossed in their own activities and completely ignoring anything else in the room. The captain had his hand on his flight attendant's knee and it appeared that he was about to do some feeling up of his own.

"As long as you're feeling my bum, perhaps you could tell me your name?"

"I'm sorry! - It is rather rude to feel you up without telling you that isn't it? - It's George."

April set the wine on the table. "Ok, enjoy, George!" She was about to leave but as an accomplished waitress she looked over the table to see if there was anything else that needed attention. She spotted George's cocktail glass that he had set at the very far end of the table. She hesitated, knowing that she couldn't reach the glass and keep both feet on the floor. It was clearly a moment of decision for her. She could ask George to reach the glass for her but that was not what a truly professional wait person would do. Making up her mind, she reached across the table and lifted her left foot off the floor, swinging her leg back slightly. George sensed that she was expecting him to plant his hand on her open crotch but instead he reached up the back of her skirt, across her ass, and grasped the waistband of her panty, tugging it down as if he intended to pull it off her. He felt the waistband stretch and he felt the garment shift down a couple of inches. April grabbed the glass, nearly spilling the ice on the table and returned her foot to the floor, pressing her legs tightly together. She gave George a nasty look but she didn't say a word, just turned and escaped.

Chapter 3

George shifted his thoughts again as he sipped his Pinot Noir. The young flight attendant had shifted closer to the captain and turned toward him. This provided better access to her lap with his free hand and he was taking full advantage. They were still kissing and her hand was still plugged deep between his thighs. He had managed to pull her dress up several inches and was eagerly feeling her nylons about mid-thigh. It looked like a couple of buttons on the front of her dress were undone the top one and another on the lower half. The couple seemed unaware that a voyeur was studying them, or they just didn't care. George wondered why they didn't just go to a room upstairs. They must really be hungry, in more ways than one.

For the third time, April interrupted the flight couple's progress and asked if they were ready to order. The captain cryptically ordered for both parties and April left them to continue, which they did immediately. The pilot kissed his stew and reached for her legs again, unbuttoning the bottom button of her dress, bypassing the next one that was already undone and unfastening one more. This allowed the dress to open and give his hand free access all the way to her crotch. George could see the darker material of her pantyhose top but he couldn't see her panties just yet.

As April served George's dinner, she smiled at him as if she had forgotten the incident that made her scowl earlier, but she hadn't. "I forgot to ask about trying to get my underwear off. I hope you'll agree not to do that."

"I won't pull them all the way off," George offered in a noncommittal tone.

"Not below my skirt," the girl pleaded.

"Ok."

He didn't make any move to disrupt her serving and she seemed a little surprised, perhaps even put off. George sensed that she was getting used to this little game. After she had placed his plate before him and refilled his wine she stood expectantly. "Is there anything else right now, sir?"

"No, I'm doing just great, having a wonderful dinner. - Actually, between feeling you up and watching that couple across the room I'm getting so turned on. I'm sure I'll have to stay for dessert, - perhaps a nightcap."

"I can just bet! - I've seen that couple in action before, - talk about no inhibitions!"

"Do tell."

"I think it's better if you just watch and find out. Enjoy your meal! - I'll bring you some more water in a minute."

"Yes, - I'll need a lot of water." He winked at her. She left him to dine and stare across the room.

The veal was wonderful. George took his first bite and it nearly melted in his mouth. The flavor of the herbs and spices was magnificent, great choice. He might have to rethink his opinion of hotel dining. He eagerly watched as the captain undid one more button on the lovely brunette's dress. He clearly had his hand in the area of her panties now. She was stroking the front of his trousers.

As April walked by the couple with a pitcher of water, she stopped at their table to fill the water glasses. They paid no attention to her. She came over to George and stood before him, pressing the front of her skirt against the table. As she picked up his water glass, he stopped eating and reached around behind her, running his hand quickly up to the junction of her legs and poking his fingers in between the backs of her thighs. He curled the tips of his fingers and slid them inside the back left side of her panty, probing the soft crack of her ass, feeling her softness with the backs and tips of his fingers.

"I should dump the rest of this water in your lap and cool you off you pervert!"

"That wouldn't be enough to do the trick I'm afraid."

"Are you getting your hundred dollars worth, George?"

"I am enjoying it, - but we still have a way to go, haven't we?"

"I have to say this hasn't been nearly as unpleasant as I feared. I didn't like the way you tried to pull my panties down but when you just feel me it's not so bad."

"Is it making your nipples hard?"

"That kind of information is classified; - it isn't covered by our bargain."

"I can feel a little heat in your panties so I think that you are getting a bit turned on."

"I have to confess that you may be right." She gave him a cat eating the canary smile.

"I'm really glad to hear that, April. You are a beautiful young lady with a dynamite body. I really am having a nice time and I hoped you might be too." His hand was still inside her panties. "I kind of thought you liked it a bit."

"It does feel awfully nice."

"I can make it feel even better if you help me."

"I don't think you need any help."

"Just spread your legs a little bit and I can turn us both on a bit more."

"I really don't think that we need that. Why don't you just watch the show across the way and that will do the trick for you."

George withdrew his fingers from inside her panty and slid them along the strip of silk that ran between her legs. He pressed his fingers as far as he could into the back of her crotch and up into her crack. He felt her shift a bit and she didn't leave. There was no reason for her to stay except that she wanted to.

"Watching is fun but I like participating a whole lot more."

"I really shouldn't let you get me too worked up. I still have my job to do and there' always a chance we'll get more customers."

George rubbed his fingers along the strip of silk that led to his intended destination and April shifted her stance again. This time she allowed a bit of space between her legs and George filled it instantly with two fingers, pressing deeper into her heavenly crevice.

"You're not convincing me April, I think you like what I'm doing and you want it to continue, - and progress. - You have a world class ass. It's so tight and yet so soft. Wonderful!"

Please! - I'd better go and check on the other customers."

"I bet that captain would rather have his hand where mine is than where his is."

April chuckled at that. "He did, - once. He came in alone one evening and he really goosed me just before he left. - I read him the riot act and he has left me alone since then."

"I bet every male that comes in here gets the same idea. Are there many that act on it?"

"It's happened. One night a guy came in for dinner after he had been in the bar for several hours. He was really smashed. He was the last customer of the evening and as he was leaving he caught me wiping up on another booth. I had my leg up, like you saw me earlier. He sneaked up behind me and planted his hand you know where. He pushed me face down onto the table and I couldn't get my legs together. He had a really nice time for a few seconds. I finally kicked him in right in the nuts and got away."

As she was talking, April had shifted her stance a couple of times; each time George was able to move his fingers farther forward into her crotch. He could sense that she was getting quite aroused.

"You really are a horny little slut, aren't you honey?"

Just as he thought she might stay and play a bit longer, she turned away from him and said she really had to get back to work. George watched her go, disappointed but already anticipating her return.

He resumed eating his veal and vegetables and once again focused his eyes across the dining room. The stewardess was in the process of removing her pantyhose, with her skirt hiked up to her waist she was pulling her hosiery down her legs. Her shoes lay on the floor under her seat; the captain's shoes were off too. As soon as she got the stockings off she lowered her dress back into place but before she did, even though the lighting in the booth was not ideal, George had a glimpse of pink panties.

For the first time, the couple took a break and sipped their drinks. By the time George finished his main course the twosome was necking again and the girl had her hand back in its customary spot between the pilot's legs. He managed to undo one or two more buttons; there appeared to be only one left holding the front of the dress together along with the belt. The man's free hand moved underneath the dress again to the flight attendant's lap.

As April returned and asked if George was finished with his dinner he commented, "Things are getting pretty interesting at the other table."

"So I see. - Unfortunately for you their dinner is nearly ready and they will take time out to eat." She began clearing George's plates and silverware from the table, setting them on the nearby serving tray.

"I'm in no hurry. What then?"

"One Sunday when they were here alone and I was waiting on them they ate their meals and then stayed around for after dinner drinks. They had three rounds and he got her down to her panties and bra that night and he had his pants off. I think he even unfastened her bra. I don't know if they'll go that far with an audience."

April finished with all the dishes except the wineglass. She checked the wine bottle in the ice pail and found that George had emptied it. His wineglass was at the far end of the table, near the wall and she knew why it was way over there.

"Would you like another half-bottle of the Pinot?"

"I don't think I should. -- I am going to switch to something else but I haven't decided what that is yet."

Without hesitating any longer April leaned across the table, lifting her left foot off the floor so she could reach the wine glass. Also without hesitation, George turned his left hand over and slipped it up the front of her right thigh and found the front of her panties. He jammed his fingers into the space between her legs before she could straighten up and he squeezed her pubic mound, pressing his palm into it and his fingers into her crotch. He could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through the thin material of her panty. He heard her give a little grunt as he reamed her crotch. He got a fabulous feel before April quickly backed away out of reach.

"I think you got your money's worth that time! - I really have to serve their dinner before it turn's cold. I'll be back to take your dessert order in a bit."

"Honey, when you come back I'm going to pull that little panty down a bit and finger-fuck your hot little pussy!" George whispered to her.

At the other table, the stewardess had unbuckled the pilot's belt and unfastened his trousers. She unzipped his fly as George watched and then her hand had the same privileges as his. Unfortunately her dress was still fastened by one button and the belt. Too quickly April returned with the couple's meal and they sat up and began eating. They ate quickly and silently as if they were both eager to resume other activities. George took the lull as an opportunity for a much needed restroom stop. When he returned he was surprised to see the couple was nearly finished with their meal.

April emerged and handed George a dessert menu but this time she didn't linger.

"I have to clear their table and then I'll be back to see what your pleasure will be." She smiled and winked at him. He knew she was enjoying their little game almost as much as he was.

He watched the lovely young server clear off the other booth and she talked with the pilot, apparently taking an order of some sort. Then she was gone and George stared across the space to see how quickly the lovers would get back to their necking and petting. It wasn't long and as George was hoping, the pilot unfastened the last button on the stewardess' dress and the belt; he pulled the front open, revealing a pink bra that matched her panties.

The captain began working on the girl's chest through her bra as he kissed her. She clearly did not mind at all as she returned his kisses eagerly. She held her hands together in her lap,

April appeared again carrying two brandy snifters. She set the glasses on the table and George heard her ask the captain if she should move the table to give the couple a bit more room. The captain's answer was inaudible but must have been a "yes." April moved the outer side of the table away from the couple, being careful not to spill the drinks as she did. She moved into the seat across from the couple and adjusted the back end of the table. She got back up and moved the front end again.

Not only had April's adjustment of the table provided more room for the cockpit lovers; it also provided a much clearer view of the young flight attendant to George. He could now see her from top to bottom.

Finished with her table adjusting April walked across the room to George's booth.

"You're so thoughtful!" George complimented her.

"It's easy when I can do something that benefits all of my customers at the same time." She smiled understandingly with a gleam in her eye. "Have you decided on a dessert yet?"

"I really haven't. I've been a bit distracted. -- Give me a few more minutes and I'll try to focus better."

April left and across the room the pilot stood up and headed for the rest room. As soon as the two were out of sight George stood up and crossed to the other side of the room. Heather saw him approaching and pulled her dress around her to cover her underwear.

"Hello, Heather, - do you remember me?"

"You asked me for pomegranate juice; -- fancy meeting you here."

"Fancy seeing what a horny little darling you are."

She looked up at him apprehensively but didn't give him a verbal response. George placed his right hand on the back of the seat behind her head and his left hand on the edge of the table in front of her as he leaned over to get closer.

"I thought I should stop by for a brief visit and perhaps keep you revved up for the captain."

He moved his hand from the table to the front of her dress and found the opening at her chest. He slid his hand inside the dress and grasped her left breast through her bra.

Heather let out a gasp and grabbed George's wrist, trying to dislodge it. He was ready for her with his hand clamped tightly on her tit and she couldn't draw it off. She tried to dissuade him instead.

"Please! -- Don't!"

"I knew you had great tits when I saw you on the plane."

"Please! -- That Hurts!"

George knew that his time with Heather was limited. He released his grasp on her tit and dropped his hand to her lap, pulling her dress open as he did so. He poked his hand between her legs and felt her crotch.

"Open up, honey!" he ordered.

He was a little surprised at how easily she obliged him, spreading her knees apart and lifting herself off the seat to press against his hand. Sensing that she was really very aroused, he withdrew his hand to her waist and slid it inside the waistband of her panty and back down inside. He pressed the heal of his hand hard against her pubic mound and jammed all of his fingers into her pussy, feeling how hot and wet she was as his finger tips slid smoothly between her pussy lips into her cunt. She lifted her ass higher off the seat to give him as much help as she could.

"Does that hurt too?"

"Noo! -- It feels so good!"

"Pull your panties down for me, honey and I'll make it feel even better."

She reached for her panties with both hands and managed to pull them down several inches. George jammed his fingers deep into her pussy and she let out a carnal grunt of ecstasy. He reamed the inside of her pussy for perhaps twenty seconds as Heather's breathing became noticeably heavier. When George pulled his hand out of her panties she collapsed back to her seat and moaned, "No! -- Don't stop!"

"I think the captain is in for a nice time and I'm sure he will be back shortly to take full advantage. It's been nice fingering you, honey. I really wish we had more time together. I'd like to get to know those gorgeous tits a lot better and I'd like to fuck that creamy little cunt for all I'm worth!"

He turned and walked back to his table and sat down. When he looked back at Heather she was adjusting her panty and pulling her dress closed again.

George blew her a kiss and she managed to smile at him. Then she gave him the finger.

April returned before the captain and asked again if George were ready to order dessert.

"I didn't find what I had in mind on the menu."

"I'm nearly afraid to ask what that is, - but I will."

"Do you have edible panties?"

"What!"

"Yes, I was hoping you would put on edible panties and I could have them for my dessert."

"I almost think you're serious."

"I am serious. I thought you could put on those panties and sit right here on my table while I enjoyed my dessert."

April was obviously trying to compose her thoughts and produce an appropriate rejoinder. After a long pause she said, "We do occasionally have specials that aren't advertised on the menu. They're usually only known to our most prestigious customers and they are quite pricey."

"Is my dessert one of these secret specials?"

"I'm afraid I will have to go and check." George sensed that she was stalling for time and was considering something. He was encouraged and couldn't wait to find out what it was. April told him she would be back shortly.

The pilot returned to his table as Heather sat still fighting to resume some level of composure; he sat down and they talked for a brief moment. George took advantage of his improved sight line and watched as the captain began working at removing the flight attendant's dress. For the first time in the evening she showed some reluctance. She obviously wanted to move their activities to one of their hotel rooms. They could just as well be sharing a room and save the airline some money thought George.




George: Book 01



For some reason the captain was not ready to leave. He appeared to enjoy showing off his sexual prowess to an audience, even an audience of one. Heather resisted a little but she was clearly accustomed to giving in and it didn't take too long before the dress was worked down her arms and lay in a heap on the seat around her. She sat pouting a bit, her hands and arms in front of her to cover as much as they could. There was a visible wet spot on the front of her panty.

To mollify her, the pilot grasped his Dockers at the waist and slid them down his legs and off, tossing the pants on the bench across the table. He took the brunettes right hand and moved it to the front of his blue print boxer shorts. He moved toward her and they began kissing once more. He wrapped both of his arms around her with his hands on her back as she worked at his erection through his underwear.

George was dead certain the pilot had his hands behind Heather for a reason. He clearly was going to unclasp her bra so he could get at her tits. Of course she must know what was coming but it happened before she could react and by the time she tried to stop him it was too late and there was nothing she could do about it. Clearly he wasn't about to clasp her up again. She accepted her new predicament as she had accepted losing her dress. She moved closer to hold herself against him and she worked harder on his erection, waiting for the inevitable. "Please don't take it off!" George heard her plead.

The captain's only response was to withdraw his arms and hands from around her and place his hands underneath the loosened bra on her breasts. He fondled them expertly and kissed the young woman again. George watched and hoped that the bra was a goner.

April came back and looked over at the couple before she came to George. She stood silently at the edge of the table and waited for him to say something or make the first move. George reached out with his left arm and wrapped it around the back of the blonde's upper legs, drawing her toward him as he held her and slid his hand up to her hip, fingering the silk of her panty.

"What did you find on your special's menu, my dear?"

She smiled down at him and answered in a teasing voice, "well, we don't have any edible panties this month. Apparently they're not in season in the winter."

George took up her little game. "Is there something else on the menu that I might like?"

"Perhaps, - but it's pretty expensive."

"How expensive is it?"

"It's priced at one hundred dollars."

"It must be really special for that price."

"I promise you that it's very special. - In fact we've never served it to anyone before."

"Tell me about this special, dearest April."

"I call it white silk panties with ice cream."

"I'll take it, -with a shot of Drambuie and a black coffee afterward."

"You will! - I mean I'm certain you will enjoy it, sir. There's just a little problem."

"Which is?"

"It won't be available until eleven o'clock."

"I guess I'll have to wait for it then. I'll tell you what. Bring me the liquor and coffee now and I'll just relax and watch the entertainment and wait for my dessert with passionate anticipation."

He ran his hand across April's left cheek, feeling it liberally. He stuck his thumb right up into her crack and pressed it in deep. He moved his other hand up the front of her legs and felt her pubic mound again. He slipped his fingers beneath her panty and felt the kinky fuzz covering her mound. He felt her shift her feet to part her legs a bit and his hand slipped lower into the warm gap between her legs. She was really moist there and George sensed the intensity of her excitement. Then he removed his hands and let her go. She walked away a bit unsteadily and wondered if she would really go through with the dessert or come back and tell him that she changed her mind.

Chapter 4

As George expected the stewardess no longer had her bra, loose or otherwise; in fact he spotted it lying on the floor under the table. The pilot made certain that she displayed her naked breasts for George to see. He made sure that she dropped her arms to her sides. He had his right arm around her shoulders as he squeezed and felt her with his left hand. Then he backed away and dropped his hand into her lap and George had a clear view of two beautiful tits with large pink nipples that were clearly aroused. 

The captain seemed in total control and could now carry on as far as he wanted to. He was also very aroused and George felt it was entirely possible that he might strip off the flight attendant's little pink panties and fuck her right on the table or the floor. George awaited the outcome with heightened anticipation.

April brought George a glass of Drambuie, a mug and a pot of steaming coffee. She asked if he wanted her to pour the coffee and he said yes. She began pouring the coffee.

"Show me!"

"Show you what."

"You know, - the dessert. Most fine restaurants wheel their best desserts out on a cart so the customers can look and choose. - I want to look at my dessert."

"But it's not complete. - The topping goes on when it's served and not before. It would melt."

"I bet it would, sitting on that sizzling little puss you've got up there. - I'll have to gobble it fast and get to the best part. - Show me that part."

She finished pouring the coffee and stood hesitantly at the edge of the table. She looked around at the couple across the room to make certain they weren't watching. Then she stepped back out of George's reach and lifted the front of her skirt, showing him the entire front of her snow-white panties. They were fairly sheer and George was delighted to find that April was truly a blonde."

"Lovely! I'm going to ravish my dessert with the utmost pleasure. - How about giving me a little sample? Keep holding your skirt up to your waist and come here."

She stepped forward where he could reach her and he turned so he was sitting on the edge of the bench and held out his hand and pressed it lightly against the front of the panty. He pushed the silk into the kinky blonde hair beneath it. He stroked his fingers around the material and watched her face for a reaction. She tried to appear impassive but George knew the signs of arousal well. Her face flushed just a tinge and her breath was just a slight bit faster than normal.

George traced his fingers up to the waistband and hooked three fingers inside it. He retracted his arm, tugging at the panty and pulling the girl toward him. When she was standing close in front of him he wrapped his left arm around her legs as he had earlier. He continued to tug on the panty waistband, pulling downward now until he could peer at her uncovered mound. He held the panty down and slipped his fingers into her hair, twining it around his fingers and pulling on it.

"Ouch!" she let out a soft protest.

"I plan to pull it much harder later," he told her.

"Your coffee is getting cold."

"We can't have that, can we?" He put her panty back in place and released her.

April dropped her skirt into place and said, "See you later," in a tiny voice. She retreated from the dining room.

George found that little miss stew had managed to keep her panties up so far but her captain was intent on remedying that. He had his face buried in her lovely chest with his mouth full of tits and both his hands were down below, stimulating her crotch and tugging at her pink silk. The gorgeous girl was in a real quandary. She was clearly enjoying the attentions to her breasts and her excitement counteracted most of her inhibitions. On the other hand, removing her panty and letting a total stranger gaze at her naked charms was an occurrence she was not totally prepared for.

For a time the struggle was intense as the pilot pressed his advantages of strength and persuasiveness to get the girl to relent. She held her ground and held firmly onto her panties with one hand while she half-heartedly tried to get the other hand inside his jockeys so she could fondle his bare flesh. She apparently thought that such a distraction might salvage her panties. George knew for certain that it would only make the captain more determined to bare her pussy.

The stewardess finally gained her first objective, getting her hand deep into the captain's shorts. She was clearly giving his prick a great massage with her fingers and it definitely got his attention. Just as George had predicted, he renewed his efforts to get her panties off. He stopped mouthing her chest and kissed her on the lips. Tugging at her panties with both hands he had a big advantage in leverage over her single hand. He got the panty pulled down in front to the point where he could get his hand between her legs and get his fingers into her. That seemed to do the trick. She let go of her panty and started working at the waistband of his shorts. At this point their attentions to one another were identical, one hand buried between their partner's legs and the other pulling down their partner's bottoms. Who would win the race?

The captain won. He gave up fondling the girl's cunt and applied both hands to removal of her panties. With a couple of sharp jerks they were down to her ankles and then they lay on the floor beside her bra. The flight attendant no longer cared about that. She used the same tactic and the captain helped as she pulled his shorts off and they ended on top of her panties. The captain sported a raging erection that made it clear why the young stewardess was so enamored.

Without hesitation the stewardess climbed onto the captain's lap and soon had his erection plunged up her pussy. She began bouncing up and down on it to get the sensation of the huge cock plunging in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around the pilot's neck and pressed her tits against his face as she hammered up and down on his lap.

"That's it, Heather," the captain grunted. "I told you we could do it like this. - Go to it!"

"I don't think I've ever felt you so big, Henry. - It is really more exciting like this!"

"Keep it up, baby! - You're doing great! - I feel like you're hot little cunt is just tearing up and down my Johnson! It feels fantastic!"

"Fuck! - Shit! - I'm coming already!"

The girl jammed herself down on the pilot's cock and stayed there. She grasped him tighter around the neck as she shook with a powerful climax.

"That's all right honey, I'm not done yet and I'll give you another one better than that!"

With that, the captain wrapped his arms around his lover and stood up with her hanging onto him. He laid her onto the table on her back with her legs draped over the edge. George had an absolutely pornographic view of the coupling of the two lovers' sex organs. The pilot now took over the action and began pumping his still rock-hard erection in and out of the girl's swollen cunt.

"How's that honey? - Can I fuck you or what!"

"You can fuck me better than any man I ever met, Henry! - You're the best! - Fuck me faster, harder!"

"No hurry, baby - I'm only good for one trip, you know. - I want to get the most out of it."

They lapsed into silence for a time as Henry kept fucking Heather. After three or four minutes his pace increased and he was grunting with each inward stroke.

"Are you getting there, Henry? - I think I'm getting there again."

"I'm getting there sweetheart! - I'm fucking getting there!"

Thirty seconds later, Henry let out a long groan as he plunged into Heather and didn't come back out. He just lay his chest down on hers and let himself go.

"Ohh shit, Heather! -- You are one great fuck, baby!"

Ohhh! - Ohhhh! Yesss! - Fill me up, Henry. - That feels sooo good!"

The couple lay still as their climaxes subsided. The full weight of the pilot's upper torso smothered the stew's chest and she had her arms wrapped around his head as it lay on her shoulder.

After several minutes of stillness the captain roused and lifted himself off his lover's chest. He stood up and withdrew from her vagina, sporting a flaccid penis that glistened with semen. He stood between Heather's legs so she couldn't bring them together to hide herself. Henry dropped his hand between her legs and fingered her gently, pulling her black thatch and pinching the swollen sensitive lips of her pussy.

"Henry, let me get up now, please. I suddenly feel like an exhibit. I want to get some cloths on."

"No hurry, honey. - You're so damned hot and so beautiful! -- I just don't want it to end."

She accepted this with silence as he stroked her crotch. Then he moved himself in closer and rubbed his spent prick against her sensitive opening.

"Oh baby, I like that! - I've never tried that before. That feels so good, honey!"

She smiled up at him. "It doesn't feel so bad for me either."

Henry grasped one of Heather's hands and brought it to his groin. She fondled him idly as he fondled her. Suddenly, the pilot got another inspiration. He backed off and lifted Heather's legs onto the table, turning her body so she lay lengthwise on the table with her head against the wall next to the empty liqueur glasses and her legs, from the knees down, hanging off the end of the table. She held her legs pressed tightly together.

Henry put a knee on the table and crawled up next to her and then he straddled her chest and brought his prick and balls right up to the girl's face.

"Henry, what the hell are you doing?"

"I want you to clean me off."

"Oh shit! - No! I don't want to do that. - Not here!"

"Just shut up and do as I say or I'll keep you here all night."

Once again the flight attendant relented. George could not see what was happening because Henry was facing away from him but he was pretty sure it had something to do with his prick and her mouth.

"That's it baby! - Lick it clean! - Oh that feels good!"

Henry leaned back, not putting his full weight on the girl's stomach but enough to pin her tightly to the table. He reached his hand back and tugged at her pubic hair. He pushed his fingers into her crotch and indicated he wanted her to open her legs.

George waited with anticipation as April appeared suddenly beside him and watched with interest too. She stood next to George and rested her buttocks on the table. George reached his arm under the table and around her legs until he found the front of her panty and he slipped his fingers inside and fingered the blond patch that he wanted more and more of.

Heather exhibited the most resistance she had all evening but in the end it wasn't enough. She gradually parted her legs as Henry pressured her with his words and his fingers.

'That's it, baby! - Open wide and let daddy finger your nice pussy!"

Heather seemed unable to talk and George assumed that her mouth was busy.

"Wider, honey."

Each time he prodded her, Heather obliged by widening her legs a bit further. George and April were getting a fabulous view of her open crotch. And Heather seemed to be getting aroused again, either by sucking Henry's prick or by his hand in her pussy, probably both. She spread her legs wide open and lifting her ass off the table and pushing back against the captain's invading fingers.

George was pretty certain that April would let him pull her panties down and put his fingers in her right now but he wanted to wait and he stroked her mound and the front of her puss. She leaned back and sighed to let him know that what he was doing was just fine.

Heather began gasping and bucking faster and suddenly she gave George the most erotic exhibition he had ever seen as her wide open pussy convulsed and sprayed liquid out over Henry's fingers. Her orgasm lasted for over a minute as the pilot squeezed her crotch and jammed his fingers in and out of her. At last she subsided and relaxed but any modesty she might have had was totally missing. Her legs remained splayed, wide open, so George and April could continue to stare at her charms.

The show was nearly over but April had a little trick in mind. She pulled away from George and picked up a folder she had laid on the table. She walked over to the naked couple and presented the check to Henry, still straddling Heather. Then she walked back to George.

She smiled. "I just wanted to see if she was still sucking him."

"And was he?"

"She doesn't have much choice. He's got himself jammed down on her face so if she opens her mouth he's right there."

George held out three hundred-dollar bills to April. "I was wondering if I could get my dessert sent up to my room. I think this is enough to cover my meal and the dessert. You can keep the change."

April's eyes lit up as she realized she was getting an extra fifty-dollar tip. "I guess we can arrange that sir. I'll delivery your dessert personally, - in about a half-hour. What room are you in?"

George wrote his room number on a napkin and handed it to April. "I'll see you in half an hour." He stood up and kissed her on the cheek and walked out, glancing at Henry and Heather as he went by them.

Chapter 5

George took a quick bath and shaved. He donned a pair of Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt over his jockey underwear. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door and George admitted April. She entered smiling a bit apprehensively and carrying her purse and a quart container of peppermint ice cream.

"I hope this flavor is okay. You didn't specify."

"That will be just fine. I was hoping it wouldn't be vanilla or chocolate."

"I'm not sure what you want me to do here. I guess I'll let you sort of direct and I'll try to follow along."

"That sounds just fine too. I think you should take off your skirt and blouse. We don't want to get sticky ice cream on them."

"I think I should keep my blouse on. I can roll it up to keep it out of the way."

"George gave her a skeptical look but nodded that it would be ok. April handed the ice cream to George and slipped out of her little plaid skirt in a jiffy.

George motioned her into the bedroom of his suite and directed her to lie on the king-size bed on her back. He had removed the bedspread and she lay on the top sheet. He propped two pillows behind her head so she could watch him if she wanted to.

George moved down to the foot of the bed and crawled up next to April's legs. He arranged her legs so her knees were a foot apart and she didn't resist. George opened the ice cream and took a large hunk in his hand. It was not too hard, just right. He started spreading the gooey peppermint on the front of April's panty. She winced as the cold seeped through the silk to her mound. She watched with rapt attention as George took a second batch of the ice cream and completely covered most of the front of her panty with a little spilling out onto her inner hips.

After the second application George put the lid on the ice cream carton and he was ready for dessert. He went to the foot of the bed and crawled onto it between April's legs, spreading them farther apart by grasping her knees. He began to eat the ice cream off her groin, quickly eating the top layer. The ice cream was turning gooey rapidly and starting to run down into the young blonde's crotch. George lapped at the driblets and quickly sucked up most of what remained. Her panties were a sticky mess and George went to work sucking on the material to extract some of what had seeped in.

April was watching intently and she let out a giggle as she felt his mouth on her mound. George stopped long enough to tell her it this wasn't supposed to be funny; it was intended to turn her on.

"I was thinking about my boy friend and what he would say if I ever asked him to do this."

"What would he say if he knew I was doing it to you?"

"He can't say too much. He knows I'm going to do whatever I want to. I'm not that committed to him anyway."

George continued sucking the material of April's panty and he worked his mouth down to her crotch and sucked the strip between her legs, He licked the area along side her panty too, finding some ice cream that had dribbled there.




George: Book 01



April shifted herself on the bed. She wasn't laughing now and George knew that his attentions were beginning to have an affect. He had cleaned up the first batch of ice cream and it was time for some more. He stood up and reached for April's panties, pulling them off her hips and down her legs. He made a quick trip to the bathroom and tossed the sticky garment into the sink. Then he returned to the bedroom and opened the ice cream container. He took another large glob and covered April's bare-naked mound with it, rubbing it around to work it into her pubic hair. He took the last of the ice cream from the carton and worked it between her legs, making sure he pressed some of it up into her vagina. His partner was starting to squirm from his fingering and George quickly got back into his position, propped between her thighs, and he began eating the ice cream covering her pubic region.

His mouth and tongue cleaned the majority of the ice cream off her sticky mound and he lowered himself and began to work on sucking out what was in her pussy. April was really thrashing around now and she started getting vocal too.

"Ohh that feels wonderful, George, - I never wanted this from a man and I sure didn't know what I was missing. - Ohhh yesss!"

George buried his tongue deep between her soft folds and licked the gooey ice cream as it seeped out of her.

"Ohhh yess! - Eat me, George, - bite me and suck me! It feels so good!"

George nipped the soft lips of her pussy with his teeth and then sucked the same spot. He searched for her clit with his tongue and found it. He gave it a nip and sucked on it. April couldn't take any more. She bucked her hips and pressed herself against George's mouth and her juices mixed with the peppermint as George continued licking her opening.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh Ohhh Shiiit! -- Shhiiiiit!"

Her orgasm lasted for a couple of minutes as George continued to administer to her pussy with his tongue.

"Oh my holy shit! - "That's the most fantastic feeling I've ever had!" she exclaimed as she began to calm down.

George kept up his attentions and brought her back to a quiet state before he lifted his head and looked at her. Her head lay to one side and her eyes were closed. She looked absolutely gorgeous and content.

As George stood beside the bed watching her, she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

"Thank you!" was all she could manage at first.

"It was my pleasure, - one of the finest desserts I've ever experienced"

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"I think I do."

George sat on the bed beside her and began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't try to interfere. He unbuttoned it from the bottom up and opened it wide. When her saw her breasts, encased in a lovely white bra, trimmed with lace, he let out a low whistle.

"What?"

"You're breasts are lovely, fantastic, - first class!"

She responded with a smile but not a word.

"You have such a gorgeous face and fantastic legs. I though maybe your tits would be small and lopsided."

She lifted her hand and hit him in the ribs. They both laughed and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

"I've got another idea. How would you like to take a bath with me and we can get all that sticky off you before we get some more sticky in you?"

"It sounds nice. After what you just did I'm in favor of anything you suggest."

George returned to the bathroom and opened the taps in the bathtub, adjusting them to get the temperature he wanted. He walked back to the bedroom and removed his shirt and shorts in front of her. He helped her sit up and removed her blouse and bra. Then he took off his jockey shorts and they were both in the nude. April inspected George as he led her to the bathroom. He dropped her hand and tested the water. He sprinkled some bubble bath that had come with the hotel room on the water and watched if foam.

"Test the water April and see if it's too warm for you."

"I like it as hot as I can stand." She swished her fingers in the water and told George she could take it. He helped the young girl get into the tub and sit down. He ran enough water into the tub so that it would be close to overflowing then he got in and sat behind her, stretching his legs around her on each side.

George moved as far as he could to his end of the tub and leaned back against the end of the tub and the wall. He pulled April back against him and felt her bottom press against his penis. She leaned back against his chest and laid her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"I've got to feel those fabulous tits of yours!"

"Mmm!" was all she said.

George reached his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides and he grasped one of her breasts in each hand and lifted them gently and squeezed them lightly and fingered the nipples.

"Mmmm! - that feels nice!"

George played with April's breasts for a several minutes. He had made certain that soap and a wash cloth were within reach and he picked them up and put them in the water. He ran the new bar of soap around the girl's breasts, lathering them and feeling them at the same time. He worked the soap down across her stomach and told her to open up as far as she could. She spread her legs and pushed them against the sides of the tub, her legs on top of his. He lathered her pubic hair and rinsed it clean with his fingers and lathered it again.

April emitted small sounds and gasps of pleasure as George washed her mound and then ran the soap down between her legs. He lathered her crotch and pressed his finger up inside her, soaping her vagina to clean out the last of the sticky ice cream. He used the wash cloth and scrubbed her crotch and pubic mound with it. All the while, April lay in bliss, her eyes closed and murmuring how wonderful it felt.

The water was beginning to cool and George was beginning to heat up. He stood up and toweled himself dry and he took a fresh towel and helped April out of the tub. He rubbed the towel around her body, drying her skin and feeling her lovely curves. He paid special attention to drying her tits and crotch.

"Don't you think my pussy's dry enough?" she chided him as she stood spread-eagled and he ran the towel back and forth between her legs.

"Let me check." He dropped the towel and jammed his hand in her crotch, forcing two fingers into her opening as far as he could and feeling the walls of her vagina with his fingertips. April let out a grunt of pleasure at this invasion. 

"I don't think it's going to dry there for a while. We'll have to let it be for now."

"Can we kiss some before you fuck me?"

"Sure! - We can do whatever you want to. - I really meant it when I said I wouldn't do it unless you really want to."

"I really do! - I've never been with a man like this, - so sensual, so sexy. - When you propositioned me in the dining room with that hundred, I think I knew right away that we were going to sleep together tonight."

He took her in his arms and kissed her. She opened her mouth and pressed her naked body against his. Their tongues entwined; their bodies melded to one another and they held the kiss for a long time. Then they went back to the king-size bed they kissed several more times. George fucked the beautiful twenty-year old blonde. They began with her on top and finishing with her on the bottom as he moved in and out and finally sprawled on top of her and spent his seed into her. They lay in each other's arms and fell asleep.

George awakened and immediately realized he had a tremendous erection. He opened his eyes to find April leaning on her elbow and fondling him with her free hand. She squeezed him and pumped her hand along his cock. She squeezed his balls and delved down into his scrotum with her fingers.

"I thought maybe I could get you to wake up." She taunted him.

Without saying a word George lifted his head off the pillow and found her closest nipple with his mouth, sucking it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and nipping it with his teeth."

Geez! I'm not breakfast! - If you're hungry they have a great buffet downstairs."

"I'm hungry all right! He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto her back. He mounted her and fucked her again, far more savagely than he had last night. April responded with outcries that told him she loved it. She stretched her crotch open to its limit, raised her legs up in the air, and pressed herself against him to force his cock as deep into her as was possible. When she came she literally screamed and the he grunted and his orgasm satisfied him too.

They bathed together again and dressed. George kissed the lovely young waitress and told her that he had never spent three hundred dollars so wisely. He got her phone number and told her he would be in touch. She shouldn't worry if she didn't here from him right away but he wanted more ice cream desserts.

"We've got another one called red hot panties with strawberries and cream. - It's available any time."

"I'll definitely want to try that."

They kissed again and she left. George tried to concentrate on what he had to accomplish during the day. 



George: Book 02



BOOK II - CHEERS

Chapter 1

George was feeling pretty chipper by Monday evening. His business meetings earlier in the day had gone fabulously; the prospects for sales to at least two of the firms that he had visited today were all but assured. He had just finished a delicious meal at the Orion Room, a restaurant recommended by one of the day's contacts.

George asked a waiter at the Orion Room to recommend a bar. The waiter gave him directions to a place a mile away that had a large screen TV and was always crowded with Monday night football viewers. As a second choice, the waiter said that the Orion's bar served excellent drinks, but its purpose in life was to hold the overflow dinner crowd waiting for seating in the restaurant. It would be pretty deserted on a slow Monday night.

George was not much of a football fan even though he had played cornerback for Massachusetts. He even had a slight limp from a knee injury to prove it. Therefore he walked into the Holding Tank bar next to the Orion Room to have a quiet drink and contemplate what to do with a lonely evening.

The waiter who directed him was right; there were only three customers in the bar and they were grouped at one table. There were two middle aged men and one younger man; they looked like blue-collar types, in fact they were all wearing bowling shirts, but for three different teams. George selected a table near them and seated himself.

The waitress that appeared in front of George a few seconds later was a lovely sight. She stood about five feet, six inches tall with dark hair and a pretty face, highlighted by a sparkling smile. She had a half-inch scar on her chin, but it didn't detract at all from her looks. She had on an enticing, starched, white blouse tucked into tight canary yellow hot pants. George ordered a Corona with lime before she said a word.

"Thank you," she trilled in a medium pitched voice. She smiled even brighter. "I like a customer who knows what he wants." She turned and walked away before George could think up a reply.

George sat silently watching the three men across from him. The waitress brought them a round of draft beers and the men engaged her in conversation. It was apparent to George that the girl knew the men at least a little. George eavesdropped on their conversation. One of the men called the waitress Jenny and asked her about "Tommy." Apparently, Tommy was her young son.

Further conversation revealed that Jenny was divorced, dating someone on a somewhat regular basis but not living with him. When asked about the scar on her chin, she admitted that her ex-husband had slapped her and his ring had cut her chin.

Jenny turned down a date offer from the younger man at the table saying that she had a rule against dating customers. She enjoyed her job and would not risk trouble by dating a regular customer. George got the distinct impression that she was trying to find a convenient excuse because she didn't want to date the man but also didn't want to hurt his feelings. She seemed like a very nice person and George wondered what had precipitated a divorce for her. It must be tough raising a small child alone.

George's eyes followed Jenny as she walked back to the bar. She passed behind it and began washing glasses and George realized that she must also be the bartender. It really was a slow night.

A minute later, Jenny dug out a bottle of beer and a chilled glass; she opened the bottle, stuffed a quarter lime in the top, and brought them to the table. George asked her to run a tab and thanked her for the beer.

"You're welcome," she smiled. "Are you from out of town?"

"Yes, I am. Why did you suspect that?"

"There wouldn't be any local people in here on Monday night that I don't recognize."

"I live in Tucson. Name is George," he offered.

"I live in Dayton. Name is Jenny," she mimicked him. "Enjoy your beer, George." Jenny walked back to the bar.

George resumed eaves dropping on the conversation at the next table. In his years as a traveling marketer, he had become adept at evaluating people quickly just by listening in on their conversations. Over the next ten minutes, he was able to get the basics of the three men he listened to.

One of the middle-aged men, Tom, was married and had two grown children. He was dissatisfied with his sex life at home and preferred the companionship of his friends to that of his wife. He was rather loud and seemed to consider himself the leader of the trio.

Dick, the younger man was single with a girl friend; he saw her about twice a week. It sounded like she was more serious about the relationship than he was. He boasted openly about their sexual activities to impress his friends. They clearly did not believe everything that came from Dick's mouth.

Ralph did not seem to fit in with the other two. He was much quieter but George found that he was divorced. His wife had left him because she thought he drank too much. Ralph claimed that his only drinking was done at the bowling alley twice a week and one or two nights with Tom and Dick. He claimed that he never drank at home.

The conversation at the table took a turn as Dick brought out a pen and Ralph was writing something on a napkin. They each pulled out a coin and flipped them simultaneously. They looked at each other's coins.

"I'm odd man," Tom said, "I get first pick."

Dick flipped his coin again and Ralph called, "Heads." The coin apparently was heads and so the order was determined for whatever the hell they were doing.

Tom picked, "white" and Ralph wrote on the napkin. Ralph picked "black" and Dick laughed at him. "Black ain't won yet," he jeered.

"I'm due," answered Ralph. "I just got a feelin'." He recorded the selection on the napkin.

Dick seemed to ponder his choice until Tom became impatient. "Pink," he finally chose. The selection was recorded on the napkin.

For his second pick, Tom chose beige. "Beige," whooped Dick, there ain't no way the honey is going to have beige panties on!" George's interest in the choices suddenly perked up.

Ralph selected blue as his second choice and Dick chose red, although he expressed much doubt that it would be a winner. Again the selections were recorded.

At this point, Tom noticed that George was watching the proceedings. He said, "You can have the field for ten dollars."

George thought he understood the offer but he pretended ignorance. "I'm sorry! I don't know what you're talking about."

Tom lowered his voice and explained, "The manager of this place, Don, brings a girl in here nearly every Monday night; not always the same girl. We've got a pool going on what color underpants tonight's chick will be wearing. We each put up ten bucks and picked two colors; you can have all of the other colors for ten."

George thought for a moment, "If you guys put up five for each of the six favorites, then I ought to get the field for five."

The men at the other table looked at one another. No one objected and Tom finally said, "It's a bet. This is our fifth pool and the field hasn't won yet."

"Neither has blaack or beeiige," Dick chortled, stretching out the words.

"How do we determine the winner?" George asked, knowing it sounded like a really dumb question. He wanted to keep up conversation and find out more about what was transpiring here.

The men at the other table laughed. "Absolute proof; you'll see it with your very own eyes," Dick finally answered.

"Two weeks ago," Tom continued, "he had a hot red-head in here. He took her panties off and tossed 'em on the floor." Dick pointed to a spot about five feet from where George was sitting.

Tom chimed in, "We not only got to see her panties; we had a good look at what was underneath 'em. She was a real redhead all right. Had about the nicest fur pie I ever saw, not too thick and all neatly trimmed. Yummm! I could have ate the whole thing."

"That was the night I won with pink," Ralph volunteered. "All honeys ought to wear pink panties. They look the best."

Everyone fell silent and George sipped his beer. Finally he asked, "Who is this Don anyway? What make him so special?"

Tom was the one to respond again. "Don is a tennis hack. He was actually ranked in the top twenty in the world a couple of years. Then he tore up his knee and retired from tournament competition. He saved his money though and invested it too; He's worth several million now. He started giving private lessons at the local club. Many of his students are young women who want to stay fit and bored married sluts among the idle rich."

Ralph carried on; Needless to say, his lessons included more than just stroking a tennis ball. He teaches a different stroke too. And from what I hear he's better at that one than the tennis. Three months ago he bought an interest in this bar. He spells the manager a couple of nights a week and on Monday's he entertains the few of us here with his latest project."

"Why do you think he does that?" George interrupted.

"He don't have anything else to do here on Monday's He's just bored so he brings along something to help him pass the time."

Back to Tom, "From what I've heard around town, he meets a woman he likes at the club, gives her a couple of tennis lessons for free, gives her a couple of strokes in bed and he has her hooked. Then he toys with her for a couple of months till he's tired of her and brushes her off. That's his reputation and the women know it up front; but there seem to be very few beautiful women around these parts who can resist him. The several millions probably don't hurt."

Dick had been listening and now broke his silence. "I think there are few beautiful women around here that he hasn't dickered already."

"Dickered! What the hell kind of word is that?" Tom chortled. "The word is fucked!"

Dick looked embarrassed. "My grandmother taught me not to use that word. She caught me saying it once and whaled the tar out of my hind end."

"What does your grandmamma call it?" Tom and Ralph both laughed; but in a friendly way that showed they did not want to rib Dick unkindly.

Dick didn't answer and the group fell silent. "If this is such a great show," George prodded, "why is the audience so small?"

"Word ain't got out yet," Dick responded. We aren't going to spill the beans. If too many people got interested it might come to a halt."

Jenny walked over and poured the last of the Mexican beer into George's glass and asked if he was ready for another. "Ok," George replied.

"Are you staying for the entertainment?" she quizzed.

George played dumb again. "I don't know. What is it?"

"Well, -- tonight we could have Cecille or Pam -- or maybe somebody different, that we haven't seen before." She smiled a mysterious smile and left again.

George began anticipating the entertainment, even though he had very little idea what the hell was going on. He heard a whisper from the other table; "They're here."

Another voice answered in a low tone; "We ain't seen this one before."

The third voice added, "She could be the best show yet!"


Chapter 2

George turned to see exactly who had arrived. A couple had entered the bar and was headed toward him. The man was tall, about 6'4", tanned, quite dark with black hair. He reminded George of Seve Ballesteros. He was expensively dressed in a handsome sport coat and contrasting slacks.

The man held George's attention for only an instant. A look at the girl nearly took his breath away. She was a stunning beauty, tall with medium length platinum blond hair, (George preferred blondes), and a lovely tanned face. On a scale of ten she was at least a fifteen.

The most intriguing aspect of her appearance was her youthful face. If you looked only at her face you might swear she was a teenager, perhaps eighteen at most. But when you viewed the entire package you realized she must be upwards of twenty. She had a young woman's body, not that of a girl. As George stared at the girl, a jolt of recognition hit him. He was sure he had seen her before, but he had no idea where or when.

George's focus switched from the blonde's face and figure to the outfit she was wearing. She had on a white blouse and brilliant orange skirt. The blouse had a high neck and below the elbow length sleeves. In the lights of the bar it appeared almost florescent. The skirt was straight, trimmed with gold buttons down the side and was extremely short. The length barely reached the level of the tabletops as she passed them. Her long tanned legs reached down to a pair of gold high-heeled pumps.

As the couple passed his table, George just stared at the orange skirt. "Mini, mini, mini," thought George, "how does she dare to sit down."

Suddenly, George remembered why she looked familiar; he had a picture of the girl. She had been a model in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit calendar last winter. He was sure of it. Her picture had been one of his two favorites. He even remembered her name, Ginger - something. What was she doing with a washed up tennis bum in Dayton, Ohio?

The couple walked to a booth by the wall, ten feet from George's table. The blond slid in on the side nearest George facing away from him. He could only see the back of her head. "If only she had chosen the other side," lamented George in his mind. The guy didn't sit down but went to the bar to order drinks.

George sat pondering how obvious he would be if he got up and moved to another table where he could stare up the blonde's skirt. Jenny showed up with his second beer. "Is she the entertainment?" George gestured toward the girl in the booth.

"I guess so," was the answer. "I haven't seen her before so I can't tell you how entertaining she'll be."

"I've seen a picture of her; I'm sure of it. She is a model and was in Sports Illustrated."

"Beats me."

"Have I got a good seat?" George continued.

"Probably, but if you don't, you can take your pick." Jenny fanned her hand at all the empty tables in the lounge.

After the waitress/bartender left his table, George looked back at the blond. She stood up again and headed for the exit. At the bar, her boy friend talked to Jenny for a minute and then followed his date.

The conversation at the next table started up again. "It's got to be white," the older man said. White would look super under that little orange skirt."

"What about black? Black goes with orange."

"This ain't Halloween you know!"

"The field could have a chance," volunteered Dick. "What if her underpants are orange too?" They all looked over at George.

They all agreed that pink and red were probably losers and the two older men finally agreed that white was certainly looking like the favorite. Their conversation on the subject stopped abruptly as the couple returned.

The guy removed his sport coat; his shirt was long sleeved and he wasn't wearing a tie; laid the coat on the table of an adjacent booth and slid into his booth facing George. The blond returned and slid in beside him. She kept a hand between her legs to block the view up her skirt. George couldn't take his eyes off the long stretch of nylon that was visible below that little orange skirt. Jenny showed up with the couple's drinks and stood talking to them, blocking George's view.

When Jenny returned to the bar and George's view was no longer obscured, a strange thought struck him; this bar was lighted far brighter than most of the bars he was accustomed to. He was grateful for that. He stared at the girl and sipped his beer. She sat quietly, talking to her beau with her legs uncrossed beneath the table, a hand still between her legs. Her profile promised a figure as stunning as her face and clothes.

George glanced over at the three men next to him. They were conversing quietly, drinking and stealing glances at the booth. George decided he needed a pit stop and went to find the men's room.

When he arrived back at his table, George sat down and looked immediately over to the booth. He found the couple in the booth kissing. The guy had his arm resting on the back of the booth, behind the blond, as he leaned toward her. The blond had her head turned toward him. Both hands were in her lap. The men at the next table were watching intently too.

George had witnessed couples necking in a bar before. His business travels had taken him into countless nightspots and he knew that this activity was not uncommon. He had seldom seen a woman as attractive as this one as a participant. Her looks did tweak his interest.

As he stared at the couple, they kissed lightly several times, followed by a longer, more passionate kiss. Then they stopped to sip their drinks. George found himself turned on immediately, not so much by what he had seen so far but by the prospect of what might come.

The same sequence of several short kisses followed by a long one was repeated several more times. Each time, the long kiss lingered longer than the time before. The third time, the girl raised her right arm and laid her hand behind Don's neck. After they came up for air, she pecked him on the lips several times. She was definitely interested.

They each took another swig and the guy leaned back against the wall. He took another swig and smiled at his partner.

After one sip, the girl stared expectantly at "Seve's" face. (George thought of the guy as Seve even though he had heard the other men name him Don. The blond didn't remind him of anyone in particular, except Ginger in the swimsuit issue. He was sure it was her.)

When Don didn't come back to her, Ginger leaned toward him, put her hand on the back of his neck again and kissed him on the mouth. In leaning over, she pulled the hem of her miniskirt further up her long, lovely legs. George watched anxiously to see how high it would go.

The guy didn't respond to the blonde's first kiss and she continued kissing him around the mouth. At last, his mouth opened and he kissed her long and hard. His arms went around her neck and pulled her closer. The hem, with George's eyes transfixed on it, reached new heights and the view became more fantastic.

The couple began kissing long and hard, coming up for air only occasionally. George could feel the excitement growing in his crotch. Any second he expected to see the girl's skirt pull up far enough to expose her nylon-covered ass.

The girl was obviously enjoying the necking and seemed to have no inhibitions about her public display. As she became more excited, she stretched further and finally her skirt was pulled high enough to reveal the darker material of her pantyhose and just a glimpse of her girdle or panty underneath. George could not tell which it was but with a figure like hers he doubted that she wore a girdle. Whatever, it was lightly colored, definitely not black. George remembered the pool and glanced at the other bettors. They were all staring intently at the booth in silence.

The next time the couple's lips parted, the guy whispered something in the blonde's ear. She reluctantly straightened up and smoothed her skirt with her hands. She slid out of the booth and started toward the exit; her walk was a little unsteady. Since she hadn't had much to drink, George assumed it must be from the excitement.

Seve slipped out of the booth also and followed his date. Their drinks were only half emptied, so George felt certain that they would return. He finished his beer and focused his attention on his fellow pool members. They were studying the napkin with their selections on it.

Ralph was the first to comment, "Tom, you got the best shot. Beige and white are still in from what I could tell; blue and pink too; red and black are out." They all seemed to agree.

Dick saw George watching them. "What do you think?" he asked.

"Could be light green," George surmised. "How often does this go on"? George took the opportunity to gain more info.




George: Book 02



"This is the fifth Monday night in a row," was the answer. "The honey is new tonight; we've seen two others."

"How far do they go?" George kept up the dumb question act.

"It'll get a lot better. You ought to take off your tie and sit back and enjoy it."

Jenny had walked up to their table and heard the men explaining things to George. "Only on Mondays," she added to their explanation, "One night a cop came in and broke them up. After he left, they took right up where they left off. Don seems to enjoy having an audience."

"How about you and me trying some of that in a booth back there," Tom pointed to another corner of the lounge.

There was a moment of embarrassed silence and then Jenny answered in a flustered voice, "I'm not allowed to sit with the customers."

"How about lying down?" Dick chided with a silly sneer on his face. Jenny didn't answer.

Tom continued the harassment, "Come on Jenny, when are you going to show us your panties?"

Back to Dick, "We'll set up a pool and you can drop your shorts and declare the winner."

Jenny looked away in total embarrassment. "You guys want more drinks or not?" she stammered. The men finally relented and ordered another round.

Jenny walked over to George with a relieved look on her pretty face. "I know I'm supposed to have a snappy comeback for guys like that," she explained, "but I don't handle that kind of crap very well."

George sympathized, "Nice girls never do. It's only those with their minds in the same gutter that have the snappy comebacks."

Jenny smiled at his reassuring words. "Thanks! You want a beer?"

George nodded and she turned and walked away.

When Jenny returned with a full tray, she came to George's table first. She poured his beer in silence as he watched her in silence. She winked at him and said, "What do you want to bet I get some more hassle next door?" She walked over to the other table.

They started in on her immediately. Dick said, "I bet their yellow."

Jenny was ready for them this time. "Maybe I don't have any on!"

This brought a derisive whoop from all three men. "Let's find out!" He put his hand on the outside of her leg, trying to poke his fingers up under her hot pants.

Jenny jumped back out of reach without spilling a drop of beer. "If you do that again, I'll call a cop," she spit out angrily.

Dick realized that he had gone too far and he stammered an apology. He appeared pretty loaded to George. Jenny served the table without pouring and left quickly.


Chapter 3

While this was going on, the stud in the booth returned and was waiting for his blond prey to join him. She soon came back and seated herself beside him. They took several swigs from their drinks before they began necking once more. She put both arms around his neck and his hands went around her waist, pulling her toward him. The hem of her skirt moved way up her thighs and George stared in amazement at what he saw. Apparently, the chick had removed her pantyhose in the little girl's room and put them in her purse or something. Her legs were bare. The thought went through George's mind that in a few seconds the audience would surely know the much anticipated answer to the question, "what color is she wearing next to her puss?" He thought that he already knew the answer based on the earlier peek.

As the couple continued their embrace, the doll leaned over further and the hem of her little orange skirt crept up her thigh inch by inch. The first glimpse of the girl's underwear nearly convinced George to change his guess; the tiny visible patch looked white. But as a larger swatch of material became exposed, it became evident that the girl was wearing pale blue silk panties. The contrast of the blue panties, orange skirt and tan legs exited George beyond belief.

As he watched intently, the visible blue patch expanded in size. The skirt continued to rise until it was halfway up her ass. George could see a little of the hem of her panties around both legs and about six square inches of silk covering her ass and disappearing into the back of her crotch. He wondered again how much more was coming. After what he had witnessed the evening before, almost anything was possible

The couple came up for a breather and, to George's disappointment the girl sat up straight. They finished their drinks and the guy leaned back and motioned for her to come to him.

The booths in the lounge were large with wide vinyl seats, at least five feet long. The table in the couple's booth was shifted away from them leaving more room on their side of the booth than on the other side. This time as the blond leaned toward her necking partner, she slipped off her pumps under the table, lifted her feet off the floor, and brought them up onto the seat of the booth. Her ankles rested on the edge of the bench and her feet extended over the edge. She was lying on her right side from the waist down and leaning against the guy from the waist up.

This new pose did not provide the pressure on her skirt that the earlier one had and her underwear was no longer in view. Even so, to George, her new position was much more provocative than the previous one.

The guy said something to the girl. George missed most of it but thought he heard a key phrase, "off your bra."

Her reply was inaudible but she shook her head so George assumed that she gave a negative reply.

"Go take it off!" George thought the guy said.

Again the blond shook her gorgeous head and made some reply.

"I want you to," the guy said a little louder.

"Why?" came the faint reply. – "Not here."

"I want to feel your bare tits," the jock said in an annoyed tone and now everyone could plainly hear him.

The girl fell silent for a few seconds and then tried to stall her boyfriend's advances with a few pecks on his mouth.

"If you don't go and do it, I'll make you stand up and take it off right here."

Reluctantly, the girl sat up, then stood and walked toward the rest rooms, barefoot. She stopped and looked back once but the guy was tipping his glass and sucking the ice cubes and didn't look at her. She scowled at the four men staring at her as she passed their tables.

George decided that this was a good opportunity for a pit stop so he got up and headed for the exit also. As he was relieving himself of some of the beer he had consumed, an idea popped into his head. He knew that he was a little drunk to even think of such a thing.

As he was about to leave the men's room, Ralph walked in and that almost changed George's mind about his little plan. But once outside the rest room, he decided "What the hell!"

George stepped over to the door to the lady's room and opened it slowly. He assumed that the layout of this rest room was much like the men's room, with two swinging doors separated by a six-foot hallway. He stepped quietly through the outer door into the darkened hallway. He tiptoed to the inner door and pushed it open a crack.

As he peered through the crack, George noted with satisfaction that there was a long mirror on the wall that was visible to him. He had noted a similar one in the men's room and this was critical to his plan. Voyeurism had always intrigued George and he was about to attempt it more daringly than he had ever done before.

George pushed a little harder, fearing that any second the door would squeak and give him away. It did not. He could now see almost the entire mirror and in it he saw the reflection of the lovely blond. She was staring at herself in the mirror, oblivious to the fact that George was doing the same.

After checking her hair and makeup, the girl began the activity that George was risking acute embarrassment to watch. She began unbuttoning her white blouse down the front. She was in no hurry and seemed to be pondering something as she paused between buttons. Perhaps she was going to resist her boy friend after all.

After what seemed like an eternity to George, the last button was undone and she pushed the collar back, slid the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall down her arms. It was tucked into her skirt, so it didn't fall to the floor but hung from her waist.

George nearly choked at the lovely sight presented to him. The girl had very full breasts covered by a very skimpy blue bra. Before George had time to appreciate the view, the girl unfastened a snap in the front of the bra and had it off in an instant. She had quite small nipples in comparison to the overall size of her breasts. The nipples looked soft, which surprised George after what the doll had been doing a few minutes earlier. Her tan was complete and George wondered where she did her sunbathing. He stared in amazement at those gorgeous tits.

It didn't last long enough. The blond reached her arms into the sleeves of her blouse and slid it back on. The buttoning up went faster than the unbuttoning and George decided he had better make his escape. He reluctantly closed the door and headed back to his table. The picture of the woman's deep cleavage and lovely pear shape tits hung in his mind. He spotted Ralph exiting the men's room just as he turned to head back to the bar. Ralph gave him a strange look but George just nodded at him and didn't say anything.

Jenny delivered another beer to his table, although he didn't remember ordering it. She replenished the drinks at the booth as well. Ralph, at the next table, reminded George that he owed five dollars on the bet. George got out his wallet and paid up without saying a word. He sipped his beer. The bet had been conceded to Ralph for his choice of blue.

When Jenny brought another round of drinks to the trio, Ralph held up George's five dollar bill and in a slurred voice asked where she would allow him to plant a big tip.

"I don't need five dollars bad enough to let you touch me," she responded in a good-natured tone of voice. Tom and Dick got a big kick out of that. They were all getting pretty well loaded.

"You can't blame a guy for trying," Ralph said lamely as he lowered the bill.

As Jenny leaned over their table to pick up empty glasses, her hot pants stretched tight over her ass. George wished he could plant his hand right in the back of her crotch. If she wasn't such a nice girl, he might even try it.

Jenny retreated to the bar, the now bra-less blond returned, and the loving couple sat quietly talking as the spectators drank in silence. The guy, Don, said something amusing and the blond laughed. George was impatient for more entertainment.


Chapter 4

Finally there was a movement from the booth that caught George's attention. Don reached over and undid the top button of his girl friend's blouse. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and made no move to indicate resistance. A second button was undone and she leaned back against the back of her seat.

Don slid his hand into the front of the chick's blouse and gently fondled her left one. He leaned across and kissed her long and hard on the lips. George couldn't see anything because the guy's head and hand were in the way.

One kiss ended but another soon followed. Don's hand reappeared and unbuttoned a third button. It appeared to George that he went to work on the right tit, squeezing it gently.

One kiss followed another and Don switched sides on each kiss. He wanted to make sure he wasn't playing favorites. The blond finally crossed her legs under the table, indicating that there might be some excitement building up between them.

After about a dozen long, French kisses, Don began nibbling the side of the girl's neck. He moved lower to her collarbone. It wasn't long before his hand gave way and he appeared to have his mouth fastened securely over her left nipple. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them in the other direction. Her head went back against the back of the bench and her eyes were closed.

For a short time there was no movement in the booth as the guy's head remained stationary over its target. Then he shifted his attack to the right side. As this happened George had a brief glimpse of the girl's left tit, before her blouse covered it.

The blond uncrossed her legs again. Her head was turning slowly from side to side as her excitement obviously mounted. She pushed her feet against the floor and arched her back in an attempt to push her chest against Don's mouth.

Don slid his arm around the girl's back to help support her. His right hand he slipped back inside her blouse. He was squeezing her left breast as he sucked on the right one. George wished to hell that he would just take her damn blouse off so he could see better what was happening.

Instead, Don shifted his mouth back to the left side. Both his hand and his mouth were working on the same big lovely tit. The blond reached over him for her drink and drained it. She set the glass back on the table with a loud clunk. Don finally came up for air and George again glimpsed the chick's tit before her blouse slipped back in place.

Don leaned back and finished his drink. He motioned for Jenny and held up two fingers. The blond waited expectantly. Don looked at her and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Of course," was her reply.

"You have wonderful tits," he continued. "Are they very sensitive?"

"What do you mean?"

Could I make you come by doing more of that?"

"I -- I'm not sure. – I never have."

"We'll have to find out some time, won't we?" They both laughed.

Jenny brought their drinks and they quietly sipped them for a couple of minutes. Then the guy leaned back in the corner of the booth and motioned the girl to come toward him. Without hesitation she turned and leaned against him.

Don put his arm around her neck and pulled her closer. He kissed her hard on the mouth. It appeared to George that his right hand went inside her blouse again.

The blond again raised her feet off the floor onto the bench. She laid half on top of Don and half on the bench. They kissed several times. She put her arms around his neck. George wondered if he would see her panties again soon.

Don's right hand reappeared and with both hands at her waist, he pulled her further toward him. They kissed again, longer and harder than the last time. The blond squirmed forward to get up a little higher.

Keeping his left hand at her waist, Don began slowly moving his right hand downward across the blonde's left hip. The movement was very slow and deliberate. When he reached the hem of her mini skirt, he returned his hand to her waist.

The couple took another breather and again they kissed. Again Don's hand slid over her skirt, this time further around back so he was feeling the girl's ass. This process continued for many minutes, long kisses and his right hand moving from her waist across her ass to the edge of her skirt and back again.

George noticed that the blond was beginning to squirm just slightly. Her hands were still clasped tightly around Don's neck. Her left leg moved up and down a little to relieve the tension building inside her. By this time, Don's hand had reached around to the middle of her back. As he stroked downward, his fingers pressed into the crack of her ass. He began to increase the tempo of his movement and concentrated his strokes on the same spot.

The girl wiggled from side to side and moved her left leg up and down, flexing the knee and then straightening it. As his hand dug deeper into her crack, she began to separate her legs ever so slightly.

As Don's hand reached the hem of her skirt each time, he pushed the material between the girl's legs. They had stopped kissing for the time being and were apparently concentrating on a more exciting activity, - at least more exciting for the observers.

Suddenly the routine shifted again; Don's stroking hand reached the hem of the blonde's orange skirt and pushed it into the space between her legs, which had widened to about two inches. But this time the hand continued to travel down her bare left leg for a distance of six inches or so. The hand then returned to the bottom of her skirt with the fingers gently caressing the inside of her thigh.

Back and forth went the hand on the girl's leg and each time, George swore the girl's squirming caused a little more space to appear between her legs. Then the caressing hand began to lengthen its strokes. The fingers crept a little higher up the back of her leg, and inch beyond the hem of her skirt, then two inches. The legs were definitely farther apart now.

George's attention was distracted when Jenny appeared at his shoulder and asked if he wanted a refill. He handed her his empty glass, which he didn't remember emptying, and nodded his head. Jenny smiled and walked away. George wondered if she had noticed the bulge in the front of his pants. He was really uncomfortable but wasn't about to leave right now.

He looked back at the scene that was causing his discomfort and found little had changed. The stroking hand was still stroking and the squirming ass was still squirming. The hand was now reaching at least four inches beyond the hem of the blonde's skirt. In fact the downward strokes were stopping just an inch or two below the edge.

Then the hand began lingering at the top of its stroke. The tempo of the strokes slowed considerably and the tempo of the wriggling ass increased with each linger. The orange material of the skirt covered Don's entire hand.

George was fairly certain that Don's fingertips were fairly close to reaching the central junction between the chick's long legs. He wished he had more visibility of exactly what those fingers were up to.

As if in answer to George's thoughts, the next time Don lowered his hand, he locked his thumb outside the skirt. As his hand started its assent, the hem of the skirt was pushed along. The hand stopped and lingered and this time the orange fabric covered only the fingers. However, the blue patch of silk that George's eyes sought was not visible.

The girl realized that her skirt had lifted and she lowered her left arm, grasped the hem of her skirt and tugged at it. Don held it firmly at the new level and wouldn't let her retract it. He said something to her. She gave up and put her arm back around his neck.

Don's hand stayed in place longer this time and the blonde's squirming increased further. Her legs were four to six inches apart at the knees. Instead of lowering his hand, Don forged on into new high ground. This really got to her and she opened her legs a little bit more. He took advantage and moved his hand up another notch.

At this point, the girl seemed to have some reservations about her situation. She again lowered her arm and tried to adjust her skirt. When that didn't work, she clasped Don's wrist and tried to dislodge his hand from between her legs. He held his ground. Finally she gave up on the direct approach and tried to divert his attention by kissing him on the mouth. He responded to the kiss but his right hand did not relinquish anything.

The kissing continued as George's beer arrived. George didn't even glance up at Jenny; he grabbed the beer and sipped it and stared at the booth. He knew he was getting smashed but he hoped that the alcohol would diminish his aroused state. Just as he began to relax a little bit, the excitement began building anew.

Don finally stopped the kissing to get back to more vital maneuvers. He put his other hand, the left, on the girl's right thigh. She still tried to divert his attention by kissing him, but he didn't respond this time. His attention was clearly directed under her skirt as he stroked the right thigh as he had the left earlier. His right hand was still shoved up the back of her skirt.

Don stroked the right leg up under her skirt and back down again. The action was repeated and, as before, the hand kept pushing higher. The girls squirming started up again and she gave up kissing him. Instead, she moved to facilitate his present advances. She raised herself up against him so that her head was higher than his was.




George: Book 02



This move presented a whole new opportunity, which Don quickly perceived. He kissed his date on the side of her neck, then a little lower. She grasped his intention and moved up even a little more. Don's kisses moved lower. George couldn't see where he was kissing her but he could well imagine. Don's face was buried in the open front of the blonde's blouse. Her excitement level seemed to raise a notch. George was certain that one of her nipples was getting a good workout.

Once Don had fastened his mouth in the desired spot, he resumed the efforts with his hands. At long last he made the move that George had hoped for but not believed likely in a public place. Don grabbed the hem of the girl's skirt in his left hand and lifted it above her waist. He held his hand and the skirt against her back awaiting her reaction. The chick's pale blue panties were revealed almost entirely, and Don's right hand buried between the back of her legs.

She reacted almost at once, reaching back to try and push her skirt down. She wasn't allowed to do it. After several pushes, her excitement apparently overcame her inhibitions and she gave up.

The next thing George knew, Don had removed his right hand from its stronghold and held both hands at the back of the doll's waist. His hands remained still and he intensified the frontal attack with his mouth.

This got the girl going even more. She was squirming back and forth, wriggling her silk covered ass from side to side. Although she was now free to close her legs, she declined to do so. The blue material covering her crotch was visible and clearly soaked from her excitement. The wetness reached the back portion of her panty crotch that was visible to the spectators.

The sucking of her tits was sending this chick into wilder gyrations. Her left leg was flexing and straightening repeatedly. She said something to her lover but he continued to do what he was doing. She put her left hand on his right hand and George thought she was trying to pull her skirt down again. After a few seconds of close observation, George decided that wasn't it. She really wanted the Don's hand back between her legs.

Don did not respond to her at all. His hands clung to her waist and he continued his concentration on one of her tits. George thought it was probably the left one.

The blond gave up tugging at Don's hand and placed her own hand between her legs from the rear. To provide more access, she placed her left knee on the table, spreading her legs apart wider than at any time before. She stroked her crotch with the tips of her fingers.

Don stopped sucking her tits and said something to her. He must have told her to stop masturbating herself because she dropped her hand. George could now see the entire strip of pale blue silk over the blonde's pussy. The material seemed semitransparent, affording a fantastically intimate view.

The couple was conversing in low tones. There were several exchanges punctuated by brief kisses. The doll's knee still rested on the table. Suddenly Don's voice was raised enough for George and the others to here what was said. "Say it louder."

The blonde's response was inaudible. Don repeated, "Say it louder."

"Please pet my pussy!" George could barely here it this time.

"Louder!"

"Please pet my pussy," clearly audible.

"Take off your skirt!"

"No!"

Don's response to this was to lower his head to her breast and begin his attention in that area again. The blond squirmed anew.

"Please pet my pussy! Pretty please!" she pleaded. Don paid no attention.

Finally, after more squirming, the girl reached behind her back with one hand. She deftly unhooked the clasp on her skirt and slowly lowered the zipper. Don lifted his hands from their resting-place to accommodate her efforts. The blond brought her legs together and raised herself off him. He helped her pull her skirt down to her knees. She lay back against him, raised her feet straight up in the air and removed the garment entirely. She dropped it in a heap on the floor and neither of the two paid any further attention to it.

The chick now clad in just her open blouse and panties began kissing her partner on his face. He sat passively, making no moves. She continued showering him with fervent kisses and talking to him inaudibly. Don shook his head and said something to her.

"Please," she answered, "I need it!"

"Turn around," he demanded, loud enough to be heard.

The girl seemed to have lost any wish to resist, as if she would comply with any request to get what she was after. She rolled over into a sitting position with her back against her boy friend. The gorgeous tits that George had seen in the washroom were again in full view as her blouse was wide open. Don reached around her with both hands and pinched her nipples. He continued fingering her tits, tugging gently at the nipples as if trying to stretch them to their maximum length. The girl sat with her legs together straight out in front of her on the booth seat. She began squirming again.

George could see that the blonde's nipples were extremely aroused. They stood out nearly an inch, hard and proud. Don cupped the underside of her breasts and lifted them up as if to display the taught nipples for all to see.

"Now will you do it?" the girl asked in a shaky voice.

"Not just yet."

"Please! I'm so hot!"

He whispered in her ear.

"My cunt is so hot," her voice cracked as she uttered the words.

"What can I do to help?" the guy answered with a big grin on his face.

"Pinch my clit! Hurry!"

His attention on her tits was increasing. "Spread your legs."

Obediently, the blond dropped her right leg to the floor, providing a clear view of the soaked, blue strip of silk covering her puss. She used the leg to lift herself off the seat as she pushed back against Don.

He removed his hands from her swollen breasts and said something. She began massaging her own breasts with both hands. He reached both hands around her waist and rested them on her stomach, above her panties. She tensed and spread her legs wider to provide all the room necessary.

"Please hurry!" she pleaded, "I need it so bad!"

With his left hand, Don pulled the waistband of her panty out in front of her. The other hand began to creep, ever so slowly, lower with the fingers pointed at their eventual destination. The fingers disappeared beneath the thin silk; then the knuckles disappeared. The blond lifted her ass higher, straining against the invading hand.

Don released the elastic waistband of her panties and the second set of fingers pushed under the material in a two pronged attack. Something had to give. George sat gaping at the scene. His prick felt like a tent pole and his mouth was dry. He sipped his beer, which had grown warm.

Don's hand had stopped advancing and he seemed to be fingering the doll's pubic region.

"Ouch!!" she suddenly yelled out, "stop pulling my hair."

"What should I do instead?"

"Finger me."

"Where?"

"In my pussy!"

"What is that called?"

"I don't know!"

He whispered in her ear. "Say it!" he said aloud.

"Finger fuck!" she replied hesitantly.

"Ask me nice to do it."

"Please finger fuck me!"

"In your cunt?"

"In my cunt! Please finger fuck me in my cunt!"

"In Ginger's hot, juicy cunt?"

"Please finger-fuck me in my hot juicy little cunt!!"

"How many fingers do you want?"

The blond, Ginger, was losing all control and was nearing hysteria. "I don't know!" she gasped, "Three!"

"Ask me three more times."

"Please finger fuck me in my hot juicy cunt! Please finger-fuck me in my juicy hot cunt!! Please finger-fuck me in my hot juicy pussy cunt! Ohhh! Please! Fuck my cunt!!"

"Let's slide your little panties down so we have plenty of room."

"No!! Please don't!"

Don started to remove his hands.

"Ok! Ok! Just a little."

Her hands left her breasts and fell to her waist. Slowly, so as not to go too far, she slid the waistband down her hips; one inch; then two. Don's knuckles were again visible. His hands covered any possible revelation about whether the chick was a "true blond." Another inch and she released the elastic.

"Ok," he said, "now resume what you were doing and tell me what it is."

"I'm feeling myself!"

"What part?"

"My breasts!"

What?" he mocked her.

"My -- my tits!" she stammered.

"You're playing with your tits?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"I'm playing with my tits!"

"Your big beautiful tits."

"I'm playing with my big beautiful tits!!"

"And what am I doing?"

"You're playing with my crotch -- my pussy!"

Don suddenly plunged his right hand deep into the girl's panties.

"Ohhh! Yess!" She hissed. His fingers had obviously reached the "G spot."

The doll was literally quivering from head to foot. "Put it back in!! Please!!"

Don's hand began moving up and down under the front of the blonde's panties. He had apparently inserted at least one finger into her and was working it in and out rapidly. The left hand, which had been inactive suddenly slid around behind the girl.

George could easily imagine where the left hand was headed. The girl's panties were pulled down a bit more by the increased activity. George caught a glimpse of glistening pubic hair beside the guy's wrist in front.

"Don't!! Please!!" the girl nearly shrieked.

"Don't what?"

"Don't do what you're trying to do in back!"

"What am I trying to do?"

"Finger me from behind!"

"Where?"

"In my asshole!"

Suddenly she rose up higher. "Ohh don't!!"

George now had a clearer view of the situation. Don had both hands buried between the blonde's legs, one from the front and one from the back.

"Ohhh! I'm coming!" The girl's whole body seemed to shake as the orgasm hit her.

"Ohh yesss! Shit! That's it!" Her hips and ass were jerking up and down.

"Ohh! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Shit! Fuck!" The girl kept swearing over and over.

Just when George thought it was over, another wave hit her and she was off again. "Oh shit! You've got the best fingers my hot little cunt has ever had!"

Don had stopped moving in and out and was holding fast in the in position. "Oh fuck! I love your fingers up my asshole!"

Finally the second orgasm died out and the blond began to relax. Don removed his hand from her ass so she could lower herself to the seat. A little later, he removed his other hand, making no attempt to adjust her panties. The girl no longer seemed to care what was showing. She leaned against the guy with her eyes closed.

Don raised his slick right hand to his mouth and licked a finger. He put the hand to her lips. "Want to taste yourself?"

Obediently, she parted her lips and licked his hand with her tongue. Her hands dropped from her breasts to her sides.

George's eyes were still riveted to the chick's crotch. The top of her panty covered less than half of her pubic mound. She was definitely a "true blond."

As if she felt George's stare, the girl moved her left hand to that spot and tugged at the front of her panty. The waistband was trapped between her ass and the seat. She lifted up and adjusted her panty back to its proper position. Regaining a little composure, she also pulled the front of her blouse together and fastened the lower buttons. She was still licking her lover's sticky hand.

The girl's eyes opened. "I want to go to the girl's room."

"Ok, but hurry up baby, I need you back here."

The blond got up slowly and walked past George as if she didn't see him. Her eyes were a little glazed and her walk was not at all steady. She bumped against a chair and then made her way along the bar to the exit.

As George watched her retreat, he noticed that the blouse covered her panty and made a very sexy picture from the rear indeed. 


Chapter 5

George needed relief badly. He went to the men's room and masturbated. It didn't take long in his aroused state either. He relieved himself of some beer too and felt much better. As he was washing his hands, Tom and Ralph from the other table came in.

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Ralph, "It's getting better every week."

"Unbelievable!" responded Tom, "What a looker! I thought for a while that her panties were coming off."

"Did you notice that little waitress?" asked Ralph. "She was pretty hot too, standing back by the bar with her hand in her shorts rubbing herself."

"Maybe we ought to offer her a hand," laughed Tom.

The two men fell silent as they entered stalls. George made his exit and as he was returning to the bar, he met the stud in the booth. George nodded at him and received a blank stare in return.

George stopped at the bar where Jenny was mixing drinks. Her back was toward him and he noticed that the button on the waist of her hot pants was undone. Jenny noticed George staring at her by looking in the mirror that ran the length of the bar on the wall.

"I enjoyed the entertainment," George began.

The girl gave a nervous laugh. "It's really pretty embarrassing," she said, but he's the boss so I guess he can do what he wants. I'm always afraid that a cop will walk in again and then we'll be in trouble."

"If a cop did come in, I'll bet you could talk your way out of any problem. I'll bet you enjoyed watching too."

Another nervous laugh, but Jenny didn't say anything.

"How'd you like to be in that blonde's spot?"

"Oh, it might be all right if we didn't have a bunch of lechers around."

George pretended to be offended. "Listen to the pot calling the kettle black."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say there was more than one pussy being rubbed in this joint."

Jenny looked quickly away and returned to mixing drinks. It was too dark to tell if she were blushing.

After a moment, Jenny stammered as she tried to explain. "I -- I didn't think anyone saw me. I just got carried away. I've never watched two people go at it like that before."

"Don't be concerned about it," George assured her, "I just did the same thing in the men's room myself."

Jenny looked at him again. George continued, "Next time you're welcome to use my hand." He winked at her and was sure that she blushed this time.

"You're awful!" she stammered and her laugh was more embarrassed than ever. She shook her head.

"Just trying to be friendly," George quipped. "I'll have another cold one."

"I ought to pour it on your head."

George chuckled and walked back to his table and sat down. The other spectators returned from the men's room followed shortly by the male half of the entertainment. He picked up his girl friends skirt that was still lying on the floor. He tossed it into the corner under his seat and then sat down.

The blond was taking her time. George was afraid that she might compose herself to the point of calling off any further festivities.

When Jenny brought George his beer, she served it from the other side of the table from where he was sitting. As she leaned over to pour the beer, the opening in her blouse afforded George a generous view of her breasts, encased in a white bra with half cups. George wasn't sure if this was a come-on that anticipated a response or just friendly teasing. In his drunken euphoric state, he certainly intended to find out. He motioned Jenny toward him and when she came around the table, he whispered in her ear, "Watch the young one at the other table. He saw you too and it gave him some ideas."

Jenny smiled warmly, "His ideas are probably the same as yours," she whispered back. "Thanks!" She patted him on the shoulder before leaving.

The blond honey returned a minute later, still wearing only the blouse and panty, as far as George could tell. She must have put on some fresh makeup. She looked cool and gorgeous, just as she had the first moment George laid eyes on her. She slid smoothly into the booth beside her friend.

"Hi," was all she said in a calm, sexy voice.

Don signaled the waitress and they ordered drinks. They sat silently until Jenny returned to serve them and then they sipped the fresh, cool booze quietly. They had finished about half of their drinks and George had drained his beer when Don finally said something to the blond, Ginger. She slid from the booth and stood up. Don slid out behind her and they walked over to a jukebox in the corner of the bar to George's left.

George's eyes followed them and at the same time he looked at the rest of the bar, which he had paid little attention to up until now. There was a small triangular platform in the corner, covered with thick shag carpet, and a light shining over it. That corner was actually the brightest part of the entire room. The jukebox sat beside one corner of the stage. George judged the stage large enough for a four-piece combo. In front of the stage was a small, hardwood dance floor. George's table was actually just off the edge of the dance floor.

The couple stood looking at the songs on the jukebox and soon Don was inserting coins and pushing selection buttons. Soft, slow music drifted out from speakers hidden somewhere in the bar. Don made two more selections.

As Ginger stood watching, Don sat down on the stage and removed his shoes and socks. He walked back to his booth and took a healthy slug from his drink, then walked back to the waiting blond.

She reached up with both arms and put her hands around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her with his palms on her back. They began to dance slowly.

George observed that it wasn't exactly dancing. The couple was swaying back and forth to the music, once in a while taking a step with their feet. Their embrace was close, with their bodies in contact from the knees up. The man was ten inches taller, and Ginger had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, which she did several times.

George had had a good seat before, but now his vantage point was even better, although he had to turn in his chair some to watch. The dance floor was more brightly lit than the booth and the twosome was only six feet from where he sat. The other three patrons were now further from the action.

The couple continued undulating back and forth, pressing against one another and kissing. They rotated slowly and remained dead center on the dance floor. With Ginger's arms raised, her blouse was pulled up far enough in back to show the bottom half of her panties.

George saw Jenny headed his way with a beer even though he hadn't asked for one. She served it this time by reaching over his shoulder and pressing her firm breasts lightly against his back. George turned and lightly brushed her cheek with his lips as she poured. She didn't spill a drop or react in any way. As she left, George looked at the threesome across from him. They were all attentive to the dance floor.

George's attention returned to the dancers also. They were conversing in low tones. As the music stopped, the Ginger stepped back and lowered her hands to Don's waist. She deftly unbuckled his belt, fumbled to unhook the clasp on his waistband and jerked the zipper open. She dropped the pants and they crumpled to the floor. Don stood in his shirt and light blue jockey shorts with his pants around his ankles and a small grin on his face. His muscular legs were tanned and the bulge in his shorts showed great promise for any girl. He lifted one foot and then the other and then kicked the pants over onto the stage.

As the next song began floating out of the speakers, the couple resumed their version of dancing. Ginger pressed herself against Don's unclad legs. She pushed one of her legs between his and ground her stomach against the bulge in his shorts. She seemed intent on moving up and down, back and forth against his cock. Don spread his legs a little more to allow her leg more room between his. Don flexed his knees and took a sort of bowlegged stance. She had her crotch pressed against his hip and almost straddled his thigh. As the song ended, he lifted her off the floor and twirled her in a circle. As he set her down, they kissed a slow, lingering kiss.




George: Book 02



At last their embrace ended and they walked over to their booth for a sip of liquor. George glanced at the bar just in time to see Jenny slip her hands out of the front of her shorts and walk behind the bar.

As a new song began, the couple returned to the dance floor. They faced each other and Ginger began to unbutton Don's shirt from the bottom. She did it slowly, as if she were enjoying anticipation that she wanted to last. When the last button on the shirtfront was undone, she unbuttoned the sleeves. Don helped her remove the shirt and she tossed it near his pants. He stood in only his shorts and looked entirely at ease, except for the bulge sticking out in front.

Now it was the man's turn. Don unbuttoned Ginger's blouse for the second time. He didn't linger as she had, but finished the job in a few seconds.

"I want to leave it on," George heard Ginger's shaky request.

Don stood between George and the blond, so George could not view the results. Don put his long arms around her neck and pulled her toward him. She came eagerly and put her arms around his waist. She hooked her hands behind his back and they began their slow ritual again as before, with the girls bare tits pressed against the guy's bare chest.

George watched for a minute and then looked around for the waitress. She was serving a round of drinks at the other table. As she bent over to set the last drink down, Dick reached behind her and put his hand on the back of her thigh with his fingers pressing the inside of her leg. He moved his hand quickly up her thigh and gave the cheek of her ass a hard squeeze as his fingers probed the back of her crotch.

Jenny reacted slowly to what had happened, but after a second she stepped quickly back out of reach.

"Don't do that!" she snapped, but the way she said it didn't carry much authority.

Aw come on pussy!" sneered Dick, "I been watchin' you feel yourself. I just wanted to help out."

An embarrassed look came into Jenny's eyes and she said in a pleading voice, "Please don't!" She turned and walked unsteadily out of the bar.

Dick just laughed. "I don't think you really mean that," he called after her.

Jenny hesitated as if she was going to respond, but then she kept going.

George watched her go, considered following, and then turned his attention back to the dancing couple. There was a new development on the dance floor. Ginger had plunged both hands inside the back of lover boy's shorts and was very busy fondling his ass. She seemed to be breathing a little heavier and sort of rotating her body against him.

They rotated to a position where Don's back was facing George. It appeared that Ginger's left hand was on Don's right cheek and her right hand was probing in his crack. She was pushing her fingers in as far as she could get them.

For the first time, as they rotated 180 degrees, George discerned a trace of excitement in Don's face. He squatted a little to allow Ginger's hand more room. His eyes appeared a little glazed.

With her left hand, the blond grabbed the waistband of her partner's shorts and tugged at them. He didn't try to stop her, but instead, moved his hands to her shoulders and began removing her blouse. He seemed willing to make a swap, his shorts for her blouse. It seemed like an outstanding trade to George.

At first, George thought that the girl would be deterred and she would give up on her idea, but instead she was pulling at the back of Don's shorts with both hands. Her blouse was pulled down to her elbows, then her wrists. She let go of his shorts and the blouse fell to the floor. She reached for the front of his shorts and jerked it down. The shorts fell to the floor.

The couple was still pressing against one another so tightly that George could not get a clear view of their nakedness. He did have a nice side view of Ginger's big breasts.

Don's back was now facing George again as he locked his hands on Ginger's waist and lifted her high off the floor. She slid back down against him with her legs held apart, but her feet did not reach the floor. As they turned again, George realized that Don's substantial cock was stuck right between the girl's legs. The huge tip stuck out under her ass. Don was hung even better than George had imagined.

They continued to twirl slowly on the dance floor, Ginger riding on her boy friend's cock. She seemed lost in ecstasy. George continued to stare at the huge prick head stuck through her legs.

At this point, a hand on his shoulder distracted George. He had not even noticed as Jenny approached his table. He looked up at her but she was staring at the couple out on the dance floor, more specifically, her gaze seemed to be fixed on the huge pole stuffed between the blonde's long, tan legs. Finally she realized that George was watching her.

"Do you want anything?" she managed to ask.

"You just came over to get a closer look, didn't you?"

Jenny blushed. "Do you want anything?" she repeated slowly.

I'll take that blond out there!"

"To drink!"

"Yeah, OK!" George grunted.

Jenny walked away and then the music stopped playing. Don lifted his partner off his rod and set her back on the floor. They stood facing the jukebox, each with one arm around the other and one arm at their side.

After a few seconds, the couple realized that the machine was out of coins. Don picked up his pants and fished through the pockets, but apparently there were no coins there. He said something to the girl and they walked back to their booth. George had a good view of the jock's enormous erection.

Don and Ginger reached for their drinks and each took several swallows. Don motioned toward the bar and Jenny. She looked almost frightened as she walked toward the booth. George watched her carefully. She seemed to be staring up at the clock on the wall, being sure to keep her eyes averted from the huge prick, which was surely the only thing on her mind.

Jenny took some bills from Don and gave him back some change. She turned quickly and walked away. The couple resumed drinking with not much conversation.

When Jenny brought George his beer, she again served it across the table to give him a turn on. George was in for a new surprise. The waitress had removed her brassiere and her shapely breasts hung loose under her blouse. George was not about to let this opportunity pass.

"Aren't you missing something?"

"I see you're not," she replied with a weak laugh. She moved around the table close to George and said in a low voice, "I'm so worked up I can hardly stand it. I went and took my bra and stockings off."

"Wow!!" George pretended to be shocked. "You'd better not let young roaming fingers find that out."

"Don't I know?"

"I won't tell, unless --."

"Unless what?" Her eyes widened.

Jenny's left hip was against George's right shoulder. He let his hand fall behind her and rested it behind her knee. He rubbed the area gently with his fingertips and said nothing. She made no move to discourage George's hand but said, "Be careful! Don't let those guys see you or they'll really be after me."

George took this as encouragement to continue. "I'm after you," he said in a leering tone.

Jenny giggled again.

George looked over at the three men. They all were feasting their attention on the blond, who leaned on her table facing them with her bare tits jutting out proudly.

George began to move his hand slowly higher on the waitress' leg. His fingers caressed her soft inner thigh. He felt her shift slightly to a little wider stance; certainly not a sign of resistance.

George sped up his advance a little. Jenny moved one foot out a little further.

"Oh God!" she gasped under her breath. "I'm so worked up. I shouldn't be letting you do this."

"Relax honey, this will help you."

"I've never let any customer feel me up before; I mean they try all the time."

George was silent, letting his hand do the talking. He was wondering how he might get her tight hot pants loose. His hand had nearly reached the tight strip of cloth stretched between her legs. He reached it and rubbed his fingers back and forth along it. She was still with him and she squatted a bit to provide more room.

"Oh! It feels so good."

"It could feel a lot better." George emphasized the "lot."

"No!" she stammered, "I'd better not."

"No one is watching."

But George sensed that he was wrong. One of the men at the next table had turned his attention to Jenny and motioned her over. With great reluctance, George gave Jenny a farewell pat on the ass and removed his hand. Jenny walked unsteadily to the other table to take their order. She stayed out of Dick's reach. 


Chapter 6

George turned his attention back to the naked stud and his panty-clad honey in the booth. They seemed to be having a lover's quarrel.

"I don't want to do that," the girl said, raising her voice loud enough to be heard around the bar.

"You'll do as you're told," Don replied, and then continued with a longer argument that George could not overhear.

The girl did not argue again but shrugged her shoulders in resignation with an angry look on her beautiful face.

For the first time that evening, Don acknowledged that there were more people in the bar than Ginger, Jenny and himself. He turned to his audience and said, "Gentlemen, the free show is over. If you want to stay for more, it could cost you. I'll make you a wager. You put up fifty dollars and you get to have one dance with Ginger here. If you don't come in your pants, you get your money back and can stay as long as you like. Otherwise, I win the money and you're out the door," he looked at George and laughed, "with soaked pants."

George mulled the proposition over in his alcohol soaked brain and found it fascinating. He was pretty sure that he was too drunk to have an orgasm under any circumstances, but he had never encountered a girl as gorgeous as Ginger, fully clothed let alone nearly nude.

Ginger said something to Don and he spoke again, "If you don't want to cream your pants, you are welcome to remove them."

George looked over at the threesome next to him to see what their reaction was to Don's outrageous proposition. They were reaching for their wallets to see if they could come up with the money. George dug a fifty-dollar bill out of his own wallet and waited for further instructions.

After waiting for a couple of minutes, Don said, "I'll supply the quarters for the juke box. If you're in, pay up; otherwise sayonara." He directed Jenny to collect the bets.

Jenny went to the other table first. Ralph got up quietly and bid his friends good night. He walked out without looking back. Tom and Dick handed some bills to Jenny.

Jenny counted the money and after she was satisfied it was enough, she walked over to George. She smiled at him and seemed more composed now.

George handed her the fifty and said, "If I get this back, you can have it and maybe you can do what Ginger can't."

At first Jenny didn't seem to understand, but then she winked at him and said, "We'll see."

After the money was collected and handed to Don, he asked Ginger whom she wanted to select as the first dancer.

"Who cares?" she shrugged, "The old man."

At the next table, Tom seemed to pale significantly. Dick urged him on, "Go get her, Tom," he shouted. "Break her in for me."

Urged on by his young companion, Tom stood up revealing a telltale bulge in the front of his trousers and a little wet spot half way up his fly.

Ginger walked over to him slowly, so Tom could get the full benefit of those gorgeous tits moving in his direction. She took him by the arm and led him toward the dance floor. Don walked over to the jukebox and dropped in a quarter. He pushed two buttons and soft, slow music again filled the room.

The blond put both her arms around Tom's neck and pressed her tits against him. They began turning slowly on the floor, he very stiffly, she lightly and smoothly. She pressed closer, pushing her stomach against him. He was only a couple of inches taller than she was.

As they turned, she planted her foot between his feet so that her hip pressed against his swollen crotch. Ginger said something to Tom and he responded.

"Hey Don," she called out, "He wants to suck my tit."

"It's his fifty," Don replied with a smile.

Ginger loosened her grip by freeing one hand and leaned back to move her breasts away from Tom's chest. She still kept her leg rubbing his erection.

Tom bent his head and latched his mouth on Ginger's left nipple. He sucked it excitedly.

The sucking didn't last long. Tom suddenly let go and pressed his crotch tightly against the blond. She pushed him away and pointed to his crotch with her finger. He stood in total embarrassment with the front of his pants twitching and the small wet spot spreading to the size of a silver dollar.

Ginger turned away, having completed her task. She sat at her booth, sipping her drink. Don walked over to the man on the dance floor and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You're welcome to use the rest room on your way out."

Dick left, the music continued to play and Ginger sipped her drink. George looked around for Jenny. She was washing glasses behind the bar.

When the song stopped, Don pointed to Dick. "Let's see how the youngster fares."

Dick seemed eager as he jumped up nervously. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants on the floor. He was wearing blue jockey underwear with a medium size bulge underneath. George decided that the guy must not think he could hold it and was going to try and get his money's worth.

Dick walked to the center of the dance floor and stood staring glassily at the luscious girl who was about to be in his grasp. Another quarter from Don brought still another soft, slow tune from the speakers.

Ginger rose and walked back to the scene. She did not have to take the initiative this time. Dick wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against himself. They began undulating back and forth on the dance floor. She pressed her leg firmly against his crotch and spread her own legs to allow his leg to rub between them. They danced like that for nearly a minute.

Dick seemed to be holding his own quite well and Ginger decided that he needed more stimulation. She lowered one hand from his back and placed it under the back of his shirt. She reached the hand down the back of his shorts and began running it up and down his ass.

Taking his cue from her, Dick plunged his hand down the back of her panties and shoved it as far as he could between her legs. A disconcerted look appeared in Ginger's eyes but she kept her hand going, pushing deeper into the back of his crotch.

The dancing had stopped and Ginger had her legs pressed close together. Dick, however, was squatting to allow the hand in his shorts more room. Her hand stayed down and George surmised that she had him by the balls. Dick put his free hand in her panty to assist the first one, but Ginger's tightly pressed thighs left no room for either one. Dick suddenly grasped her buttocks with both hands and pressed hard against her with his cock. He was a goner.

Ginger allowed Dick to enjoy his orgasm for about five seconds. Then she brought her knee up sharply between his legs. With a loud groan, Dick released her and stood bent over, his pleasure turned to extreme pain. When he could finally straighten up, the stain in his shorts clearly showed that he had lost the wager. He seemed angry but then just picked up his pants and left the bar. Ginger was back sipping her drink and didn't even watch him leave.

George had been paying close attention to what was going on with Tom and Dick on the dance floor. At the same time, he was formulating his own plan in his mind to avoid the same fate as the two schlocks. His hard-on was reduced somewhat now; but he had no doubt that it would come raging back as soon as he reached close proximity with the gorgeous chick awaiting him.

George stood and walked toward her. He heard a soft tune begin to play and he caught the scent of expensive perfume. As Ginger moved close to press her tits against him, he placed his right hand on her round left breast. With his other hand he pulled her against him.

She looked up at him a little apprehensively. George put his lips on her mouth. At first, she pulled her mouth away an inch, but then moved back to allow him to kiss her. She kept her lips sealed, but as George probed between them with the tip of his tongue, she parted them slightly.

George moved her around the floor smoothly; he was an excellent dancer and the girl knew what to do too. She opened her mouth wider and soon their tongues were groping for one another.

George felt several sensations at once, the thrill of their kissing and the movement of her body as they danced across the floor and the soft, warm flesh of her breast against the palm of his hand. He rolled Ginger's nipple between his thumb and forefinger and felt it stiffen in response. He was also stiffening rapidly beneath his pants.

George twisted Ginger's nipple harder; he had to distract her from her aim. He withdrew his mouth from hers and twisted harder still. She stepped back with a pained look in her eyes and grasped George's wrist. He released his hold after a final sharp twist. The blond gave an uncertain look at her boy friend and then turned back to George.

As she moved in this time, George placed his right hand on the front of her panties and pressed hard against her pubic region. His action disconcerted her but she pressed her body against him and she put her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth and George accepted the invitation for another kiss.

As Ginger moved her feet to the music, George moved his hand, the one pressed between them, to insert fingers between her legs. To his surprise, she obliged this bold advance by widening her steps and spreading her legs a little to give him more maneuvering room. He felt his fingers slip onto the silk over her soft, moist, hot pussy. Her kiss became more insistent.

George was excited but nowhere near out of control. He didn't know how much time was left. In another daring attack, he dropped his left hand from Ginger's shoulder to the back of her waist. He grabbed the elastic waistband of her panty and began tugging it down from the rear. The girl kissed harder and reached behind her with one hand to try and divert George's attempt. This time, George did not relent.

One hand was holding Ginger's panty in place and the other hand had pulled the back down to a point where nearly her entire ass was uncovered. With a deft move, George hooked the thumb of his right hand on the waistband in front and a quick jerk left the panty hanging on her upper thighs.

In confusion, the blond stopped kissing and reached behind again to try and retrieve the lost protection for her pussy. George had anticipated this and was a step ahead. He pulled her against him with his left arm and plunged his right hand into her uncovered box. His fingers found their mark and were deep inside her cunt before she had a chance to react. He thrust them in deeper and felt the confused girl push back.

As the music stopped, Ginger stood still with her legs apart, enjoying the thrusts of George's fingers. In a few more seconds, it was she that came and not George. She doused George's hand and her sagging panties with her juices.

George kept working his fingers in and out of the girl's slit like a piston, until her spasm subsided. He removed his hand and kissed the shaken girl on the cheek. He turned and walked to the men's room where he washed his hands and face and allowed his swollen cock to subside. 


Chapter 7

When George returned to the bar, Ginger was not around. The stud, Don, was seated in his booth. Jenny was behind the bar.




George: Book 02



When he reached his table, George found his fifty-dollar bill waiting for him. The table had been wiped off and it also had a fresh beer on it. George sat down, sipped his beer and looked around the room.

Five minutes later, Ginger walked back into the room. She had discarded her panties entirely and was nude. She looked radiant; about the most beautiful creature that George had ever laid eyes on. His gaze focused on her crotch, which was covered with wispy blond hairs. He felt himself begin to stiffen again as the girl neared him. She walked as composed as if she were modeling a fur coat. She looked right at George and winked.

"You don't play fair," she admonished.

She walked past George to the booth but did not sit down. She said something to Don.

"Jenny," he yelled, "More quarters."

Jenny opened the cash register and took out some coins. She brought them to the booth and laid them on the table. Ginger grabbed several and walked over to the music machine where she plugged in the coins.

The first song that started was a loud rock instrumental. When she finished pushing buttons, Ginger began to dance alone. Her dance was very acrobatic, like that of several go-go dancers that George had seen. She danced herself toward George's table until she was barely three feet away from him.

Ginger put her hands under her breasts, lifted them and stroked them. She lowered her hands to her crotch and twined her fingers in her pubic hair, gyrating back and forth all the time.

Next, she turned her back to George and placed her hands on her knees, rotating her ass in his face for his pleasure. As his pleasure mounted, she planted her feet about eighteen inches apart, leaned over further and grasped her ankles.

This action brought her soft pussy into full view with a bright light shining right on it. Ginger flexed her knees so that the lips of her cunt were opening and closing. George had to fight his excitement to remain seated. She kept this action going until the music stopped; then she walked nonchalantly back to her booth and sat down.

The next song on the squawk box was a slow, soft ballad. George walked stiffly to the bar and asked Jenny to dance with him. She looked over at her boss and he nodded. She came out from behind the bar and walked in front of George to the dance area. She stopped and turned toward him.

"You made quite and impression on Don and Ginger," she started the conversation.

George laughed. "Ginger made quite and impression on me." He pretended to pull out the dents in the front of his shirt.

Jenny moved toward him and they began to dance. George tried to avoid pressing his swollen prick against her but she moved in willingly and pressed herself against it.

"Don't be embarrassed, my pussy is so wet, I think it's coming through my shorts."

George relaxed and suddenly the only thing on his mind was the soft young body molded against him. His cock tightened up a little more.

"I'd like to resume where we left off," he said.

"Go ahead, - I think," she replied uncertainly.

"Are you sure it's ok?"

"I'll let you know when it's not."

George fumbled with the clasp at the back of Jenny's waist. He finally figured it out and unfastened it. He slowly lowered the zipper and felt the tightly stretched material parting. He opened the zipper completely and touched the smooth silk underneath. He pressed his hand into the top of her panty. Jenny pressed harder against him.

"Ohhh!" she sighed. "Your hand feels so good there. - I shouldn't let you do that but I can't stop you. - I don't want to stop you."

George had hoped that once Jenny's shorts were unzipped, they would fall to the floor, but the zipper was short and they still clung fairly snugly. He decided that they needed an assist. He grabbed both sides of the zipper and gave a gentle tug. The hot pants gave a little and Jenny backed away a little. He tugged again and the shorts slipped about two inches. One more tug and they were loose.

George let go and they fell to the floor. Without missing a step, Jenny stepped out of them and kicked them to the edge of the floor.

George was about to attack the waitress' ass again, but he was distracted by a new development. Jenny placed her hand between them and began to unbuckle his belt. George decided to let her have the initiative and see where her intentions led.

He turned to the side to give her more room. She had no trouble getting the belt undone, and only a slight hitch with the clasp and button on his slacks. She zipped his fly open and when she let go George's pants fell all the way to his ankles. He had to stop dancing and reach down to remove them, one leg at a time.

George tossed his trousers at a nearby chair. They landed in a heap on the seat. He turned back to his partner, expecting to resume their dance. Instead of returning to his open arms, Jenny reached up and unbuttoned the top button that was fastened on his shirt. He stood still as she undid the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She walked around him and pulled the shirt off from behind and tossed it on top of his pants. Then she returned to his arms, ready to dance.

"I hope you realize I don't let just any girl undress me in a bar."

"Just hold me and don't make jokes. I'm scared."

Jenny seemed closer than ever. George felt the soft cool silk of her blouse against his bare chest. He considered removing the blouse and was pretty sure that she would let him. But then there was no rush. George wanted to get her a little more worked up first.

He put both hands behind her waist and she obligingly put her hands behind his neck. He kissed her on the cheek and she turned to offer her lips. The first kiss was tentative and on the second her lips parted ever so slightly.

I haven't kissed a man for so long."

George teased her with his tongue and felt the tip of hers against his.

Jenny's mouth opened wider and their kissing became more passionate. They stopped trying to dance. George felt her quiver and she pressed closer against him. Slowly he moved one hand lower. His middle finger slid smoothly into her crack. He pressed harder, guiding his hand down the soft crevice, pressing her blouse into it with his fingers.

Jenny shifted slightly to widen her stance.

"That feels so fantastic!"

George steadily pressed his advantage, continuing the kiss automatically, with his mind concentrating on the delicate operation of his fingers. His hand reached the bottom of Jenny's blouse and the rear of her crotch at the same point. He held his hand perpendicular and pressed his fingertips between the backs of her legs. His index finger was against her panty.

Jenny shifted again. "You must have lots of practice at this; you seem to know the right technique. It feels like I'm on fire down there."

He kissed her again to keep her quiet, and pushed his fingers in another inch.

After the longest kiss yet, she breathed a heavy sigh with a little moan to let him know she liked what he was doing to her. George had much more in mind. He unabashedly pressed his rock hard dick against her in a new attack. This forced another shift of Jenny's feet and he felt his fingers sink in a bit deeper. He began pushing the tips of his fingers upward against her pussy. Her panties were damp and her cunt was opening. He pressed hard, forcing the silk fabric of the panty crotch as far as it would go.

Another moan escaped from the girl. "I want you so much."

George had not heard that corny line from a girl in a long time. Suddenly, as if released by a trigger, Jenny's legs parted much wider to grant full access to her steaming cunt. George began to fondle her crotch unimpeded as she moaned louder.

"Oh my God! That feels so fantastic! Don't ever stop." Fantastic seemed to be a big word with Jenny.

George reduced the pressure of his fingers against her panty and then pressed them in again, harder.

"How does that feel?"

"It -- it's wonderful!"

"Do you want more?"

"Yesss! More!"

"Can I do anything I want to?"

"Like what?"

"Anything."

"I'm not sure."

George slipped his little finger inside her panty and increased the pressure against her pussy.

"I guarantee you'll love it."

"Love what?"

"Anything I want to do."

His other fingers joined his little fingers inside the crotch of her panties. His fingertips caressed the soft lips of her cunt. She moaned in ecstasy. He pinched the soft tissue with his thumb and forefinger and pulled at it.

Jenny was near a climax and George was not ready to give her that just yet. He pulled his hand away.

"Don't stop!" she begged in panic.

"Anything I want?"

"All right! Just don't stop"

George took one of Jenny's hands in his hand and stepped back. He led her to the bandstand, which was carpeted in thick, blue shag. He instructed Jenny to lie on her back and he knelt beside her.

"Open wide." George placed his hands on the girl's knees and spread her willing legs open. He pulled the front of her blouse up enough to feast his gaze on her navel and silk covered pubic mound. He leaned over far enough to kiss her navel; then he kissed an inch lower.

Jenny squirmed uncertainly and started to close her legs, but George repositioned them. He kissed the front of her panty just below the waistband. The next kiss was planted at the top of her thatch, then one right in the middle. There was little doubt about the final destination.

"I've never done this! - I mean no man ever did this to me before." She sounded like such a little girl.

"Never done what?"

"Kissed me down there."

"But you said I could do anything."

"It's ok, I just don't know what to expect."

George placed his hands on the back of her thighs to steady them both. He opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into Jenny's pubic mound through her panty, clamping his teeth down hard on her mound. He felt her press back and then he let go. He pressed his lips at dead center of the girl's open crotch and held them there.

She squirmed and let out a small shriek.

George stopped so he could converse. "How does that feel?"

"Ok, I mean it feels good. I'm just not used to it."

"I'm going to eat you right through your panties until you come."

"Ok, eat me!"

He opened his mouth and pressed it over the entire opening of her pussy. His tongue pressed her panty into the opening as his fingers had earlier. He closed his mouth and bit her pussy lips gently through the material. He sensed that her squirming was changing from uneasiness to sheer excitement.

"How is it now?"

"Don't stop! It's fantastic! - It's better than your fingers."

George lifted his right leg over her so he could straddle her. He was careful to keep his crotch away from Jenny's face. He returned his mouth to her waiting pussy. He sucked it, kissed it, tongued it and bit it as she squirmed and moaned beneath him.

"Are you ready yet?"

"Wha -- what?'

"Are you ready to come?"

"I don't think so yet. Don't stop! It feels so good!"

George went back to work. He pulled her panty crotch to the side with his fingers and worked his tongued under the fabric and licked the lips of her pussy. Then he nipped them with his teeth and sucked them between his lips.

Looking for a way to increase her pleasure even further, Jenny slid a hand inside George's shorts. She squeezed his balls gently and ran her hand up and down his cock. She clamped her hand hard around his dick and he sensed that she was close.

George stretched his mouth as wide as it would go and clamped it over her entire crotch. He closed slowly, letting his teeth sink into the soft, inflamed flesh. He felt Jenny shudder violently as she let out the loudest shriek yet.

"I'm coming! Ohh! My pussy feels like it's exploding! Ohhh! Yesss!"

George tasted the thick, sweet juice straining through her panty. She let out a wild scream and gripped his cock like a vice. She raised her ass off the rug and stretched her legs as far apart as they would go.

George reached one hand into her crotch and pushed the material farther to the side. He dived back in, slurping and biting at her bare cunt as she continued to erupt.

"Oh God! Eat me! Eat my pussy meat! I love it! - Don't ever stop eating me!"

At last her spasm subsided and she started to relax. George licked tenderly at her pussy for a short time. Jenny finally realized the stranglehold she had on George's prick and released it. She kept her hand in his shorts though, squeezing his scrotum and running her fingers back and forth across his ass. 


Chapter 8

George finally came up for air and looked around the room. The other couple, still naked, had moved to a ringside seat at the edge of the dance floor and was watching with rapt attention. Don stood up, his huge erect cock sticking out in front of him like a battering ram.

"Bravo!" he called out, "Now you've got the spirit of things."

George stood up, embarrassed, and Jenny's hand retreated from his shorts. Jenny sat up and stared at Don. Don walked toward them; ignoring George, he offered his hand to Jenny. She took it and he pulled her to her feet.

Jenny stood silently, staring across the room in uncertainty, looking a bit ashamed at what she had done, or rather what had been done to her. Don put his hand on her chin and turned her head until she was looking into his face. Then he pressed her chin down until her eyes focused on his erection.

"Can you handle it?" he asked quietly.

Jenny looked over to George as if pleading for help. George was silent, not knowing how to handle the situation. In the back of his mind he was hoping to switch partners. Fucking Jenny would be great, but the blond would be unbelievable.

"I -- I don't know," Jenny stammered, her eyes returning to the object in question.

We'll see," was Don's reply, clearly showing his intentions.

Don reached for the top button of Jenny's blouse and unbuttoned it. He slipped his hand inside the blouse and squeezed her right tit.

"Nice!"

A look of surprise crossed Jenny's face but she was quiet. Don undid two more buttons and again reached inside for a feel. His hand lingered longer.

"We should have gotten acquainted sooner, Jenny shouldn't we?"

"I guess so," Jenny's voice was shaking, but it seemed to George that she was nowhere near panic and perhaps was warming up a little bit from Don's attention.

Don completed the unbuttoning of Jenny's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, down her arms and tossed it aside. He looked over at Ginger, who was watching intently, seated about ten feet away.

"Old George has pretty good taste, doesn't he honey?" he said to her.

Ginger just smiled a little.

George turned his eyes back to the newly revealed Jenny. Her breasts were smaller than Ginger's but they were more than a handful. They were firm and nicely shaped. The nipples were about the same size as the blonde's. They were standing up pert and perky from the recent attention.

Don decided that more attention was in order. He placed his arm around Jenny and placed his mouth over her left nipple. With his free hand he guided her right hand to his stiff prick and indicated that he wanted her to rub it.

As Jenny began moving her hand back and forth along Don's cock, he moved his mouth to her other tit. George was standing in a position to see that her left nipple was swollen tighter than before. It glistened with Don's saliva.

Without any more coaching, Jenny placed her free hand between Don's legs. He gave her room and she squeezed his enormous balls.

"All right!" he said through his clenched mouth on her nipple. "Way to go, Jenny!"

The same scene continued for some time, with Don switching from one tit to the other and back again. He sucked not just the nipples, but the entire surface of Jenny's tits. Once in a while he would bite hard enough to make her wince, but she never cried out.

Jenny stroked his prick with one hand and fondled his nuts with the other. Her gaze became more and more vacant. Every once in a while she raked her fingernails across the soft skin of his scrotum. George and Ginger looked on in fascination.

After nearly ten minutes of tit sucking and cock stroking, Don made use of his free hand. He hooked his fingers inside the front of Jenny's panties and gave a sharp tug. When he let go, the damp panties slithered gently down her legs, past her knees and settled at her ankles. Jenny removed one foot and spread her stance in anticipation. The garment clung to her other foot.

"Ok sweetie," Don said with his mouth pressed against her ear, "It's time for the greatest fucking of your life."

He picked her up and carried her over to the bandstand where George had eaten her box less than half an hour ago. He laid her flat on her back. She spread her legs automatically.

"Be careful, - Please be careful!" George heard her say.

Don stood over her for a moment, watching as Jenny lay breathing heavily, her legs spread wide and the spot light in the ceiling shining right on her. Then he knelt between her knees and placed the tip of his prick at the junction of her legs. He thrust gently and it appeared to go in an inch or so. Her legs spread wider and she lifted up toward him.

Don thrust again without pushing hard. A third push and it appeared that he was in about half way. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little."

"How does that big hummer feel?"

"Is it all in yet?"

"Only half way sweetie."

"I don't know --."

Another thrust from Don cut her off and she let out a moan of pain.

"It hurts them all the first time, but after that they can't get enough of it," he bragged. "Isn't that right, Ginger?"

Ginger didn't answer.

Another push - followed by a groan.

"Ok sweetheart, you've got it all. What do you think?"

"I -- I'm ok! So full! I tried a dildo once almost that big."

Don chuckled. He lay down over her now, supporting his weight on his forearms. He began a slow withdrawal. He removed all but the tip and then slowly shoved it all back in.

"How was that?"

"It felt good, fantastic! - I really liked it."

"Shall I do it again?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Do it again."

"Do what again?"

"You know!" she giggled.

"You have to tell me, I forgot."

"Take it out and put it in again slow like that."

"Take what out?"

"Your big fat prick!" Jenny was warming up to the conversation.

"Where shall I put it?"

"Between my legs."

Don laughed. "Where?"

"In my -- pussy."

"My how you talk, sweet Jenny!"

Don withdrew again and slid back in again. Jenny let out a moan of appreciation.

"Is that better than your dildo?"

"Yes."

"Wait till I fill you hot little cunt with a load of sperm. – No dildo ever did that."

"No, I guess not."

"Is it the best you've ever had?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

"Am I the king?"

"You're the king."

"Then what are you?"

Jenny hesitated, "The queen."

Don laughed again, "No, you are the king's little cunt." He pumped her once more.

"Now, what are you?"

Jenny was quiet. Finally, "The king's cunt," was almost inaudible.

"What does the king do to his sweet little cunt?"

Jenny shook her head.

"He fucks it," Don told her.

Jenny was silent

"Now repeat over and over, the king fucks his sweet little cunt. Say anything dirty that comes to your mind and keep telling me how much you love it. Now here we go."

Don began slowly and methodically fucking Jenny, in and out, in and out.

"The king fucks his cunt. Oh! That feels so super. The king fucks his cunt. - Fantastic! I'm flying! - The king fucks my cunt, my hungry pussy. Fuck me faster! I'm going to come!"

Jenny shuddered and grabbed Don around his neck. Her orgasm didn't change his cadence at all, still slow and easy.




George: Book 03



BOOK III - DANCE FEVER

Chapter 1

George slept until noon on Tuesday and woke refreshed and hungry. He was surprised at how well he recovered from the previous night. He certainly was not used to drinking as much as he did at the Holding Tank and the extracurricular activity had been more than he had experienced in quite a while.

Lunch at the hotel coffee shop and an afternoon business appointment brought George back to the same predicament that he had been in the previous evening, where to go and what to do. A desire for seafood and a look in the yellow pages sent him on a drive five miles out of town on a county road; he reached the intersection of the two-lane with interstate 90. The Country Place appeared on his left just after he passed under the freeway.

George enjoyed a generous portion of broiled scallops in a quiet, pleasant atmosphere. A piece of cherry cheesecake and coffee topped off the excellent meal and he told his waitress how much he enjoyed it. He asked her for a suggestion on a bar with live entertainment. It turned out that there was one a half-mile up the road from the restaurant that had a band and dance floor. Tuesday night was couples dance contest night. The name of the place intrigued George and he decided that watching a dance contest might provide some lively entertainment.

The Gorilla Cage was not quite half full when George walked in. A good-sized dance floor was surrounded on three sides by tables and the fourth side by a stage. There was one layer of tables on the level of the dance floor and two more tiers of tables at raised levels. A fourth tier on the sides contained booths while the fourth tier on the wall opposite the stage was the bar.

The stage and dance floor were brightly lit, however the lighting in the rest of the bar dissipated in proportion to the distance from that area. The stage was empty except for a piano, a set of drums and three large speakers.

George stood inside the entry and surveyed the room for several minutes to see which tables belonged to the nicest looking waitress. As usual the room was divided into territories among the girls. He decided that there was no clear choice because all four girls were quite attractive. He finally picked out a table for two in the second tier. He commanded a clear view of the dance floor from this spot.

George's waitress came to take his order and he went through a lengthy explanation of why he had to avoid alcohol tonight. He assured her that he would tip her based on mixed drink prices if she would serve him just ginger ale. She seemed pleasant and willing to oblige. George asked her for the origin of the name, "The Gorilla Cage." The girl, Mindy, just smiled and told him that he would find out in about ten minutes.

"I just love surprises!" George replied sarcastically. He winked at her.

Before Mindy returned with the ginger ale, there was activity up front. A young man with a wireless microphone stepped onto the stage and introduced himself as Jay Sheridan, a disk jockey for WWDO radio station, "music radio with prizes galore." He would be the MC for the evening's festivities. He received a smattering of applause and he acted as though it were a standing ovation.

Jay Sheridan explained the dance contest. This Tuesday evening had encouraged six couples to try for the 150-dollar prize. Each couple had paid 10$ to enter. Each couple would dance a four-minute routine, and after all six routines, the audience would select two finalists. The two selected couples would dance again and the winning pair would be chosen at around 11 PM. Selection of finalists and winners would be accomplished with paper ballots, distributed and collected by the waitresses.

The DJ finished his introduction by explaining that the contest would begin in about 15 minutes after the band warmed up. He left the stage and the musicians appeared and began setting up. There were three men and a girl. The girl was dressed in a short green dress and seated herself at the piano. The male musicians were dressed in black slacks and white ruffled shirts. Two carried guitars and the third male took over the drums.

George paid little attention to the male members of the band as they tuned their instruments. He focussed his eyesight and brain waves on the piano player. She was short, only about 5'4" and appeared to be really stacked. She had long, dark hair that framed her pretty face. The dress she wore was clearly designed to show off her body. It had a scoop neckline in front that revealed an ample chest and the hemline of the straight skirt was six inches over the knee, which on a girl of her stature, did not leave a lot of leg covered when she sat. George was certain that, sitting down, the girl could not hide the color of her panties from an interested observer facing her directly from the front. He had only a side view at present.

As the piano player limbered her fingers and adjusted her microphone, George noticed that the pedals on her piano were extended so that she could push them easily with her short legs. She softly played a few chords and scales and cued the guitar players with notes to tune their instruments. At last the combo was ready and started with a spirited instrumental number that carried a full, lively sound. George was not a music expert, but the sound of the band was pleasing to him, especially the piano.

As the group finished its first piece, a curtain on the wall above the stage opened; George had not even noticed it until now. As the curtain was pulled back, a second stage was revealed, recessed into the wall above the band. On that stage stood a huge cage that covered almost the entire floor. A spotlight was trained on the cage and revealed a man in a gorilla suit sitting in the center of the cage. There was a sign over the cage reading simply 'BONGO' in two-foot high letters. There were other signs warning of 'DANGER' and 'KEEP OUT'.

As several in the audience applauded the band, the gorilla suit stood up and came to the front of the cage and peered out at the audience. He let out a fearsome roar, which must have come from a tape because it sounded real; he shook the bars of his confinement. So that's where the bar got its name.

The fake gorilla paced back and forth across the front of the cage and peered out at the crowd. He, (George attached a male gender to the costumed animation, from King Kong and Mighty Joe Young he supposed). The gorilla stopped above the piano player and shook the bars again. The girl in the short green dress looked up and waved to him. This made the phony gorilla act even more restless and he watched her often.

The band picked up a new tune, this one soft and slow. The girl at the piano began to sing. Her voice was full and belied the size of the body that originated the sound. When she finished, the crowd applauded her song and George heard a few whistles and catcalls from one corner of the room.

As the applause died down, the girl turned and stood up. As she rotated on the piano bench, George had a clear view of black underwear beneath the short dress. She grabbed her cordless mike from the holder on the piano and walked out in front of her partners. She thanked the audience in a sweet southern accent and introduced herself as Candy Bowen. She introduced the other members of the band also, but hers was the only name George remembered a minute later.

The fake gorilla began jumping up and down in his cage as if he deserved some of the attention that the girl was receiving. She turned and looked up at him. "Quiet Bongo", she ordered and Bongo gave her a quizzical look.

"If you're a good boy, Bongo," Candy continued, "I'll let you out after a while." Bongo seemed to understand and he quieted down right away.

The girl turned her attention back to the audience and told them that it was time to begin the dance contest. She called Jay, the disk jockey, back on stage and handed him her mike.  
Chapter 2

Jay launched immediately into administering the awaited contest. He introduced "Couple Number 1" as Roxanne and Mark something-or-other. A young couple appeared at the side of the dance floor. The guy was dark and stocky, about 5' 10", looked like a linebacker for Penn State. He wore a tuxedo and white ruffled shirt, open at the neck. His wife (or perhaps sister) was a very pretty blond, only an inch or two shorter than he was. She had long, tan legs and looked like a cheerleader for UCLA. She wore a starched white blouse, tucked into a short, full, red skirt. The little girl outfit made her look younger than she probably was.

The blonde's accessories included red pumps and very sheer nylons, no jewelry. George at first thought she didn't have on nylons, but he finally caught a glint that indicated differently.

As Jay finished his introduction, the couple stepped to the center of the dance floor and waited. The combo started a lively rock tune. It was familiar to George, but he didn't recall the title or the artist that had recorded it, maybe Elton John.

The couple began their dance routine doing what George remembered as the Lindy. The guy let his wife fall backward to a nearly horizontal position; he stepped over her and brought her through his legs back to vertical. As her skirt bounced up, George caught a glimpse of white; he hoped for more.

The next move was a lift. The guy lifted the blond above his head in a prone position and twirled around slowly with her. She held her legs together, but her skirt fell away enough to reveal real stockings held up by white garters and her snow-white panties. Then she opened her legs and displayed her silk covered crotch for all to enjoy. Needless to say, this elicited a couple of catcalls from the audience.

The dismount was a little shaky as the guy tried to drop his wife gently into the splits. She came down a little hard and her crotch literally bounced off the floor. Her smile turned to a quick grimace from the pain but she recovered quickly and was back up, dancing and smiling.

After a few more steps, the couple separated. The girl bent over and kicked into a handstand. Her husband grabbed her ankles and she grabbed his and they spun around slowly. This maneuver afforded further enjoyment to the panty watchers in the crowd. The girl was wearing the garter belt underneath her panty so that the garters stuck out through the bottom. The panty itself was not a bikini style, but it wasn't all that substantial either. It left a nice portion of the girl's ass uncovered. The whistles and catcalls were increasing.

The next move was even more provocative. As the couple spun around gripping each other's ankles, the girls blond hair sweeping the floor, the guy separated her ankles to his arms width. Even though the white panties were not sheer, this stretching revealed the outline of the girl's pussy through the material. The couple continued in this position for about ten seconds, so everyone got a clear look at the erotic scene. Then the guy dropped his partner's ankles back to the floor and she let go oh his legs and stood up.

The dance pair's final move was their best. The guy hoisted his wife to a handstand on his shoulders. Again the little red skirt fell away and again the blond obligingly spread her legs, stretching her panty and creating an erotic pose that gave every male in the place a hard-on. The dancers twirled slowly in this position. George peered hard to try to see pubic hair, but the panty kept it hidden.

The dancers tried another dismount into the splits and the guy dropped his wife too hard again. This time she let out and audible "ouch," as her crotch hit the deck. She stayed down in the split position as the music stopped and the crowd yelled and whistled their appreciation. George realized that the bar had filled considerably since his arrival. Certainly the audience response was more for the white panties than for the couples dancing talent, George concluded.

Nevertheless, the couple smiled and responded to the applause. The male, Mark, pulled the lovely blond, Roxanne, to her feet. She bowed to the crowd; then she lifted the front of her skirt and once again displayed her panties. She paraded around the edge of the dance floor to give everyone a closer look, staying just far enough away from the floor-side tables to avoid the reaching hands that inevitably came out. The display was terminated when Jay Sheridan took the mike and thanked "Couple Number 1." "I always wondered why my favorite color was white," the DJ quipped. The blond dropped her skirt and the couple retreated to the dressing room. The dance contest was off to a rousing beginning.

Couple Number 2 stepped to the edge of the floor, ready to do their thing. They were introduced as Raphael something and Bonnie something else. The guy looked like a handsome Spaniard and the girl like a blond Swedish movie star. He had on a tight black shirt, open to the waist, and tight black pants. This blond had on a tight black dress that was knee length and very revealing on the top. It was cut low in front and much lower in the back. Two thin spaghetti straps held up the front. The girl was profiled to George and he could tell that she had a nice set of knockers under the black material. He looked forward to a lot of jiggling tit from the second couple's dance.

The band jumped into a lively Spanish number, a cha-cha or samba or something; George didn't know. The couple faced each other and the Spaniard began guiding his partner smoothly and swiftly around the floor. He stopped and spun her around several times. As George had expected, the front of the blonde's dress bounced up and down enticingly.

Raphael placed both hands at Bonnie's waist; she leaned far backward as he spun her around. Her ample bosom strained against the front of the black dress and the two tiny straps. The crowd got a nice eye-full of the top half of her breasts.

Next the blond straightened and turned in her partner's arms so that he was behind her. Now she bent forward as he spun her slowly around the floor. This action had the opposite effect on the dress. The pressure on the straps slackened and the front of the dress fell forward. The crowd was afforded a gorgeous view of cleavage that was worthy of a spread in Playboy. George thought he could see part of a nipple, but he wasn't sure. The catcalls cascaded again in earnest.

The dancers resumed their face to face twirling and George wondered if the best of the show was over. But the couple had a big finale planned and it turned out much bigger than they expected. The guy was behind the blond and grasped her by the shoulders and lifted her off the dance floor. The small of her back rested on his head. As the girl arched her back and stretched, the pressure on the spaghetti straps was too much. One of them snapped. The effect was not immediate as the stretching pressure kept the front of her dress in place. But when the Spaniard set the blond back down, the left side of her dress caved in and her left breast was uncovered totally.

The dance routine ended abruptly, although the music continued. The crowd went wild with whistles and cries like "let's see the other one." The girl grabbed the fallen material and held it up to cover the revealed flesh. This brought loud boos from the crowd. Some of them had not gotten a very good look at the uncovered mammary.

The booing died quickly and the whistles and cheers continued. The couple bowed to the crowd with the blond clinging tightly to her dress. Her partner whispered to her. She smiled and bowed again and then pulled the material out of the way, flashing another glimpse of her lovely left tit. The crowd, sensing their influence, really started to whoop it up. "Tits win votes," somebody yelled.

The Spaniard and blond stood at the center of the dance floor amid the raucous noise. The girl seemed to be confused. After a few more seconds of whistles and calls for her to bare herself, she let the dress drop and paraded around the floor displaying her attributes; or one of them anyway.

The noise level was still increasing. George noticed that one table in particular, with two men and a woman seated at it was yelling a lot of encouragement to the buxom blond. "I want to feel it and see if it's real," one guy yelled.

"If I bite it, will it pop?" the other guy followed.

The girl looked in their direction. She seemed to be getting high on the attention that she was receiving. Finally she beckoned to one of the men at the table that George had been watching. He was up in a second standing in front of her. "Try 'em," the blond invited, "They're real."

The guy needed no further encouragement. He reached up and yanked the unbroken strap and it snapped immediately. The entire front of the black dress fell away and the guy grabbed both of the blonde's nice breasts in his hands and squeezed. This was more than the chick had bargained for and she backed away. But the guy stayed with her; he had his hands full of tit and he wasn't about to let go. The blonde's partner stepped in and pushed the guy. He pushed the girl and let go. She sprawled backward on the floor but was unhurt. She covered herself as best she could with her arms, got up and left the dance floor. The crowd was still yelling and whistling.

The male dancer went after his partner to see if she was all right. The troublemaker returned to his seat and Jay Sheridan tried to restore order. "Well," he said, "we always expect the unexpected at the Gorilla Cage." "We're just getting started and we've got four more couples to go," he continued, "We'll be ready for Couple Number 3 after the band takes a ten minute break." Then he stood silently and let the crowd simmer down.  


Chapter 3

George signaled the waitress for another glass of ginger ale and he went to the bathroom. The blond whose dress had just broken was a lively topic for the conversation in the men's room. A couple of patrons said they thought the white panties on the first dancer were even more exciting. George wondered if the ladies room was buzzing with the same topics.

A tall ginger ale was waiting for George as he returned to his table. He panned around the room and realized that it was very full now. There were only a couple of booths on the opposite wall that were unoccupied. He noticed the first dance couple sitting in a booth with another couple.

Right on ten minutes the band resumed their places and played another lively instrumental. Then Jay Sheridan prepared to continue. He introduced another husband and wife dance pair, Henry and Jackie Beldon. George studied the third couple; the guy looked much older than his wife did and they were not dressed in dance outfits. The husband was short with receding gray hair and was dressed in a plaid sport shirt and plain gray slacks. George judged that he could be anywhere from thirty to fifty years old.

The woman was the same height as her husband. Whereas he looked plain and uninteresting, the lady looked radiant. She had lovely black hair that framed a gorgeous sculptured face with wide brown eyes. She had on a blue print dress, hemmed at the knee, that looked very expensive and she was wearing lots of rings and bracelets and a lovely twisted gold chain around her neck. She reminded George of Jacelyn Smith. He wondered why this couple had bothered to enter the contest.

George guessed the woman's age at about thirty-five. As her husband raised her hand and she spun onto the floor, her dress lifted to reveal a set of lovely legs. Her appearance turned George on immensely. The ladies dress was such light material that it moved away from her legs with her slightest motion. George was sure he wouldn't see any lifts from this couple, but he hoped to see more of those legs.

As the couple performed a few routine steps, it was clear that they were not terrific dancers. They completely missed the first difficult maneuver that they tried. The man turned his back on his wife and reached down between his legs. She gave him her hands and he pulled her through his legs feet first. As she slid through, the guy let go and his wife sprawled on her butt with her dress up over her waist. She had on the sheerest pair of pink panties that George had ever seen. Her black pubic mound, visible through the material, grabbed George's full attention as she sat spread legged facing him.




George: Book 03



The scene was all too short as the man took her hands again and lifted her off the floor. She gave him and annoyed look as they began to dance again. The man stumbled on an easy step. George wondered how much the couple had had to drink. The vision of those gorgeous legs and the sheer panties consumed his mind.

Many in the crowd had also seen the flimsy panties and wanted a more substantial look at them. George heard someone at the side of the dance floor call out "Stop dancing and just lift her dress up."

The couple stepped apart and the lady did a fast twirl that allowed just a glimpse of the object of interest. As they continued separate steps, she put her hands at her knees and slowly slid her dress up her thighs with a seductive look on her face. The tops of her sheer nylons came into view followed by the thin straps of her skimpy garter belt. At last her hands reached her waist and the bottom half of her panties were visible. She strutted around the outside of the dance floor giving every viewer a clear beaver shot. George noted that her pubic mound protruded prominently and her thatch was neatly trimmed.

The crowd was getting roused up again and the whistles and catcalls were deafening. "Keep it up there, baby," George heard, "You' got my vote."

After a bit, however, the woman dropped her skirt and rejoined her husband. They resumed dancing together to a chorus of boo's.

At this point Henry decided that his wife's underwear was the strongest vote getter the couple had going for them. He reached down and hiked up the back of his wife's dress. He stuffed the material in the back of her belt to hold it in place. Then he did the same with the front. Now he twirled his wife around with the bottom half of her dress bunched at her waist and her sheer pink panties again in full view. The crowd loved it.

George was certain now that Jackie was pretty well stoned. He had never seen a sober woman put on an exhibition like this in front of her husband and a room full of horny strangers. As George admired the shapely legs and lovely gyrating ass, the couple separated again. Jackie placed her hands on the tops of her thighs and probed inside the bottom of her panties with her fingers. "Can I do that?" someone called from the crowd. Next, Jackie lifted one foot off the floor and offered it to her husband. He took it in one hand and slowly spun her around on the other foot. This offered a view of uncharted area, between the ladies legs. Henry took one of Jackie's hands in his free hand and began to lower her to the floor as he spun her. As the routine ended, Jackie lay on her back on the floor, her legs spread wide, as her husband rotated her slowly. Her soft pussy was just as visible through the thin silk as if it were covered by nothing at all. The crowd howled and whistled its approval as Henry let go and Jackie lay with her legs in the air, spread-eagled.

As Jackie rose and the couple left the floor, George was already concocting a scheme for meeting this gorgeous woman who had just made a spectacle of herself in public in front of her spouse. He was consumed by a desire to feel her up and get his hands in her panties

George tried to concentrate on the next pair as they danced. They were introduced as Jim and Claudia, originally from South Carolina. They looked like brother and sister, although they had been introduced with different last names. They both had dark complexions with black hair. Jim was muscular and looked like he must lift weights. Claudia was lovely, with a girlish figure and long slender legs. She had a small scar on her chin, but it didn't detract from her pretty face. Her soft red lips and hazel eyes overcame the scar easily.

Jim and Claudia were dressed in professional looking, blue sequined dance outfits. They did a smooth disco routine that was far better than any of the first three couples, from George's perspective.

As the fourth couple danced, George was watching for Couple Number 3 to return, to see where they would sit. He had the skeleton of a plan for approaching the woman. He assumed that she had been drinking and he also assumed that she and her husband were not deeply and intimately attached. George intended to ask Jackie to dance and complement her on her lovely face and figure. He intended to tell her bluntly what his intentions were. He planned to work her husband into the conversation and then sympathize with her about the state of her marriage. He would sit with her at a booth in the back and at the right moment would shove his hand up her skirt. He was counting on the liquor and her uncertain state of mind to allow him to keep it there.

As the fourth couple finished dancing, George saw Henry and Jackie return from the dressing room; they had not changed clothes. They sat at a booth along the wall and ordered drinks. They seemed to be holding a rather heated discussion, which didn't surprise George and fit right into his plan.  
Chapter 4

George returned his attention to the dance floor where the fifth couple had just been introduced. As usual, it was the female partner that caught his immediate attention. This girl was black; she had black curly hair, cut very short. Her skin was very dark and her face was extraordinarily pretty, highlighted by velvet smooth skin and a wide smile filled with pearly white teeth. The feature of immediate notice for George was the black girl's clothes. She was wearing a white silk slip that covered very little of her long legs. It also did not provide much coverage on top. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her nipples were visible through the thin silk. As she stepped onto the dance floor, the lighting allowed some observers to see that she had pink bikini panties on under the slip. She had on no shoes or stockings and provided a very sexy image indeed.

The black girl's partner was a white male, light complexion with blond hair. He was quite a contrast to the girl. He was dressed in tight black slacks and a long sleeved white ruffled shirt.

The band began a soft rendition of "Blue Velvet" and the singer in the green dress, Candy, started singing the lyrics. George had nearly forgotten about her. The couple on the dance floor began to glide around the floor in a slow two-step. It soon became obvious that the couple's dance routine, like the girl's outfit, was designed to be a turn on for the crowd. The girl clasped both of her arms around her partner's neck and pressed herself tightly against him. He had both arms around her waist and his hands started at her back but were soon tenderly caressing her silk covered ass. The crowd, that had been turned on several times already, began to encourage the couple with whistles and calls. "Go to it lover boy."

The lovely black girl played her part quite well. She tossed her head gently back and forth and developed a facial expression that indicated that the fondling of her ass was creating passion within her. She leaned backward at the waist and the guy took advantage of her position by placing a hand on her chest. He grasped one of her ample black breasts, through the thin white silk of her slip and gave it a squeeze. The girl's face registered more pleasure. The guy fondled the same breast for some time, tweeking the nipple so that it clearly became aroused under the silk. He gave the same treatment to the other tit before returning his attention to the girl's black ass. All the time, the couple stepped slowly to the music to keep up the premise that they were dancing.

Not satisfied with feeling his partner's ass through two layers of material, the guy pulled the back of the girl's short slip up to her waist and fondled the back of her little pink panties. He carefully poked his fingers inside and slid them up and down her crack, making sure the audience had a good view of each new advance. The girl was getting a glazed look in her eyes and George could not tell how much of her passion was acting and how much was real. She began to take wider steps and one white hand slipped between the back of her legs.

The crowd sensed that Couple Number 5 was about to put on the best show yet. The contrast of a white man and a black girl probably enhanced the excitement for many of the patrons. The guy kept his hand plugged into the back of the black's crotch, but the hand that held the hem of her slip dropped it and came to her shoulder. The girl lowered her right arm to her side and her partner slipped the right strap of her slip off her shoulder and down her arm. Immediately, his hand was on her bare breast, squeezing it roughly, pulling at the entire tit, then tugging at just the nipple. The girl began vocalize her feelings. "Oooh! You like my tit don't you! That feels so good!"

This seemed to spur the guy on further. The next thing George knew, the black beauty was naked to the waist. The guy knelt on the floor with one leg extended for her to sit on. He had both hands at work on her breasts and he was not gentle. He grabbed as much tit as he could in each hand and pulled them apart and mashed them together. He grabbed both nipples at the same time and pulled them hard until they were extended as far as they could go. Then he twisted them cruelly, but the girl seemed to love it. "Oh yesss! Twist my nipples! Why don't you bite them?"

The crowd was going wild now. "Strip her," someone called out. "Take her panties off. We want some black pussy. Why don't you fuck her?"

But the guy was taking his partners suggestion. He put his hands on her waist and went to work with his mouth. He grasped the girls left nipple in his teeth and tugged at it to extend it. Then he took the entire nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. He repeated the same attention on the other side. The girl kept up her encouragement, "That's great, honey, but my pussy needs some attention right now." The couple stood up. Instead of dropping her slip to the floor, the girl grabbed it and hooked her hands in the straps and smoothly slipped them back in place. The crowd didn't appreciate that very much, but their regret was soon overcome by the couple's next actions.

The guy got down on his knees facing his partner. She grasped the hem of her short slip and pulled it way up over her stomach and bunched it under her chest. She spread her legs and hunched her crotch forward toward her partner. He buried his face in the front of the tiny pink bikini and appeared to take a healthy bite.

"Take her damn panties off, you asshole!" someone yelled from the back of the room. George noticed that three men had left their table and were edging toward the dance floor. They looked like they were intent on a rude interruption of the mixed couple. Before the guy knew they were there and before anyone else could interfere, the three men advanced onto the floor. Two of them grabbed the girl, one by each arm and pulled her away from her partner. They yanked at the straps on her slip and tore it off. The third molester went for the girl's panties and was successful in yanking them to her knees before she even reacted.

A sudden look of complete and abject terror came over the girl and she yelled. The two men at her sides had each gripped her by the upper arm with one hand and with their other hands they were roughly fondling her breasts. The guy in front of her tore the panties and grabbed an ankle. "Take her other leg," he directed his cohort on one side. The guy reluctantly gave up the tit that he was having so much fun with and grabbed her knee. The two men spread her legs as if they were competing for a wish. The guy in front, with an unused hand, plunged it between the black girl's legs and began poking furiously into her pussy with his fingers. The girl must have been aroused, because the guy had nearly instant success. Before the girl's partner or the bar security could get to the floor, the girl was being violated by nearly the man's entire hand. He was jamming four fingers in and out as fast as he could. "How does that feel? You little nigger cunt!"

The girl was sobbing and struggling, but the three men had her completely overpowered and she could not get free. The guy who was holding an arm and a knee was trying to get at her free tit with his mouth. The guy on the other side was squeezing his breast for all he was worth. And the guy on the floor quit jamming his fingers in her and just grabbed her pussy with his hand and squeezed for all he was worth. All of this took less than twenty seconds. It seemed like a well-planned and coordinated attack although George thought that the men were acting spontaneously out of lust.

Three security men finally got to the stage and when they tried to free the girl from her three attackers, the men gave up, released their holds and backed away peacefully. They were hauled away to somewhere else in the building and the sobbing dancer and her partner left the stage in shock.  
Chapter 5

George could not believe what had just happened. He wondered if these types of things were weekly occurrences. Jay Sheridan was trying to restore order. George signaled the waitress and ordered another ginger ale. "Does this sort of thing happen very often?" he asked the girl.

"Once in a while," was her reply "but usually not as rowdy as it has been tonight."

"Those guys can go to jail for that kind of behavior."

"They won't be charged. The girl will get some money from the men and they will be barred from coming in here for a while. Our security people know how to handle this sort of thing."

George just shook his head. "Have those same guys caused trouble before?"

"Two of them have. There was a big blond girl in here one night dancing with a black dude. The girl had come in alone and met him here and they just decided to join the contest. Anyhow, the blond had on this white dress that had no back and just two strips of cloth that came up the front from the waist and fastened behind her neck. They covered up her front pretty well, but she obviously didn't have any bra on. These two cowboys danced with her a couple of times and tried to get her interested in them, but she wasn't attracted. One of them stuck his hand under her dress and grabbed her breast, but she got away from him and called security. The guys were warned to stay away from her or they would be thrown out. Anyway they waited outside for her and she decided to leave alone. It was late and the lot was nearly empty; her car was parked out quite a ways and was isolated. She was pretty loaded. The guys just hid behind her car and while she was trying to find her keys, they grabbed her. They had a blanket and forced her behind the car and down on the blanket. They gagged her so she couldn't yell. They undid her top and fondled her boobs for quite a while. I think they thought they had all night to get her. They really talked dirty to her."

George was really getting into her story. "What were some of the things they said?"

"She told me everything they did and said. She's a pretty good friend of my sister. But I don't like dirty talk and I don't want to repeat it."

"Just one example," George encouraged.

"They kept telling her how big they were and how much she was going to enjoy it when they got inside her. Things like that. And the kept telling her how much they loved her boobs. They asked her if that black bastard had ever gotten his hands on them. They asked her if she preferred black meat to white meat. Anyhow they finally took her dress all the way off and ripped off her pantyhose. Her shoes had come off earlier. Then they got out a camera and took some pictures. Luckily one of the waitresses cleaning up here looked out the window and saw the flashes. She told security to check it out. The guys were just pulling down this girl's panties when they heard security and they ran and got away. Security knew who it was, but no charges were ever filed."

"That's quite a story," George shook his head again.

"I got to get to work," the waitress turned and left.

George watched the last dance couple and thought about his plan. The couple was a Puerto Rican brother and sister combination, Roberto and Twyla. They made a very handsome pair, both with smooth dark skin, rich black hair and dark brown eyes. The girl had a superb figure. The couple was dressed in green sequins, the guy in a one-piece jump suit and his sister in an outfit that reminded George of a figure skater's dress.

Roberto and Twyla were excellent dancers as well. They progressed smoothly through a routine of lively steps and complicated lifts. George thought that a choice between couples 4 and 6 for talent was a close call.

Jay Sheridan was on stage again announcing the end of the preliminary round of the dance competition. He said ballots would be passed out with each drink purchased in the next hour and collected by the waitresses so that the contestants could be named for the 10:30 finals. In the meantime, Candy and the band would be playing for everyone's dancing pleasure. George was happy to here that announcement. Then Sheridan said something that George didn't understand. He said that Bongo would be providing some excitement later in the evening as well.

After freshening up in the rest room, George returned to the bar and sought out his prey. Jackie was sitting in the same booth as earlier and was alone. George looked around for her husband; he hadn't noticed him in the men's room. He spotted Henry talking to the bartender. George walked quickly to the booth and asked Jackie if she would like to dance. She looked George over and didn't say a word. Just when George thought she was going to refuse and he would have to come up with a clever line, she slid out of the booth and walked toward the center of the bar. George followed. The band was playing "The Twelfth of Never." Perfect, slow and easy, he thought.

George took Jackie's right hand in his left and placed his right hand on her waist. He planned to move into body contact slowly, but to his surprise, she moved smoothly into his arms and pressed herself lightly against him. She closed her eyes and let George guide her around the floor. Her breath smelled strongly of liquor and the scent was mixed with a subtle perfume that George couldn't identify. George tried to concentrate on the piano as they moved smoothly together.

Despite the affects of liquor, George found Jackie to be a pretty good dancer. He could only assume that the mistakes in her routine had been the fault of her partner.

"I enjoyed watching you dance, Jackie," George began.

"Thank you." She wasn't going to be very talkative, George sensed.

"I like your perfume but I can't place what it is."

"It's supposed to smell like some Hawaiian orchid. I forget the name of it."

"It's very nice, subtle."

"Thank you!"

"You've got gorgeous legs."

"Thank you again." She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Why is it that all girls named Jackie have beautiful legs?"

"I don't know."

"It must come from Jackie Kennedy; she's got gorgeous legs."

"Oh! Really! When have you seen Jackie Kennedy's legs?"

"George laughed, "Only in pictures I'm afraid.

This Jackie's speech was a little slurred, but not too badly. "Was it just my legs that you were admiring on the dance floor?"

George was encouraged and took this opening to apply a shocker. "As a matter of fact, no, I was fascinated by your thin panties. In fact that's why I asked you to dance. I want to get my hands in them."

"Oooh!" she said, "Henry wouldn't like that."

"Henry's your husband?"

"He's very jealous. He likes to show me off, but he doesn't want anybody to touch. He'll give me hell when he sees I've been dancing with someone else."

"He sounds charming, - but you're dancing with me anyway."

"I want to divorce him, but he says he won't give me any money. He's extremely rich, -- but I signed an agreement before we got married and my lawyer says I can't get out of it."




George: Book 03



"What business is Henry in?"

"Real estate, I think he owns half of Dayton."

"I'd like to meet him; maybe we can do some business."

"Are you in real estate too? -- Geez, I don't even know your name."

"George, no, I'm in computers. I may be looking for an office in town," George lied.

The music stopped and Jackie immediately started walking back to her booth. George followed along and saw that Henry had returned. When Jackie got to the booth she turned to George. "Thanks for the dance."

"It was my pleasure, may I ask for another later on?"

Without answering, Jackie turned her attention to her husband who was watching intently.

"Henry, this is George. He's in computers and is looking for an office in town. I told him you might be able to help."

Henry hesitated and then stuck out his hand. "I'm sure I can, I know most of the available space, but there isn't very much."

George knew this wasn't true; Dayton was in the midst of an office space glut. "Good, if you'll let me take a couple of minutes of your evening, perhaps I can describe what I'm in the market for.

Jackie excused herself and headed for the rest rooms.

George gave Henry a description of his office back home. Of course Henry knew of a couple of places that would fit George's needs perfectly. He asked when George would like to look at them. George explained that he wouldn't have time this trip, but he expected to be back in Dayton in three weeks and would plan time in his schedule to look at offices with Henry.

George could tell that Henry was at least as polluted as his wife was. He decided he could have some fun with Henry, - and his wife too. It was time to steer the conversation toward his real interest. "Your wife is a gorgeous lady. I enjoyed watching her dance, and I enjoyed dancing with her."

Henry sort of glowered at George. "I don't like her dancing with other men. When I find a good piece of real estate, I like to keep it to myself. And when I find a good piece of ass, I like to do the same thing."

"What does she think about that?"

"Who cares what she thinks, she does what I tell her to do."

"She seems so warm and emotional; I bet she is a terrific lover."

"She sure is, the best little lay I ever found." Henry seemed to be the kind whose tongue was loosened by drink. "When she wraps those gorgeous legs around you and sucks your prick up into her cunt, you think you're in heaven. She can twitch her box better than any hooker I ever had."

George let out some more line. "You say she does whatever you tell her; that must provide you some wild times."

"You bet! When she's had too many drinks, she craves cock. Hell, if I could supply enough booze and cock to suck, I'd never have to feed her. She'd never suck a cock when she's sober, but three drinks and she'd take on an army.

"She seems pretty well along this evening. Does she drink this much all the time?"

"No, she knows what the booze does to her and she doesn't drink all that often, maybe once a month. Tonight is her birthday and she wanted to go out and have a couple so that's why we are here.

"So I guess you'll get your cock sucked tonight then?"

"She does love a cock in her mouth when she gets drunk. Hell! She doesn't care whose it is."

George wasn't sure he wanted to here more about this. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Henry took a large swallow from the glass in front of him. "There was one time, we'd had a big fight; she told me she wanted a divorce. I told her no way was I going to lose her services. After the fight, she started drinking and about an hour later she wanted me to come to bed. I decided to teach her a lesson, so I ignored her.

Henry took another drink. He seemed to be getting drunker as he sat there. Anyhow, she really wanted it. I was in my study; she came in and did a strip tease in front of me and then tried to take my pants off. I just pushed her away and got up and went to the kitchen. 

George butted in, "that was a hell of way to treat your wife."

"Let me tell you something, if you want a woman to be a slave, you've got to treat her like one. You've got to degrade her once in a while, keep her in her place. I only did it for that reason.

"Oh", George nodded his head.

"Anyhow, I went down and mixed myself a drink. When I got back to the bedroom, she was standing in front of the bedroom window with the shade up looking out at the house next door. She was wearing a robe with nothing else on and she was standing there holding the robe open. As I looked past her out the window, I saw the neighbor's nineteen year old son staring back at my wife."

"What did you do about that?"

"I pretended that I didn't see anything and I went back downstairs to the den. A few minutes later, I heard my wife come down stairs and she went to the front door. I heard the door open and close but no voices and then I heard my footsteps going back up the stair.

"Your wife?"

"I thought so then. I waited for five minutes and then I went upstairs again. I peaked into our bedroom and there was the neighbor kid with his jeans around his ankles and my wife giving him head like a pro. I just stood there and watched them till she got him off.

"Did she know you were watching her?"

"She could have cared less! Hell, if I'd have been thinking, I could have gotten the video camera and taped the whole thing. 

"Then what happened?"

"She told him to pull his jeans up and let himself out and she went into the bath off the master bedroom. I sneaked into the guest bedroom till he was gone and then went back downstairs. When I went back upstairs later she was still awake and she was crying. I asked her what was wrong and she admitted to me what she had done."

"What did you do with that?"

"I pretended to be really pissed and I fucked her hard. Then I told her that I wasn't really all that mad and that I would forgive her if she promised it would never happen again."

George hadn't enjoyed Henry's story, but he was delighted with how his plan was working out. "So you think Jackie will do anything you tell her to." He used her name to begin creating an image in Henry's mind of the intimacy that he hoped to achieve.

"She's just like a slave."

"Are you a betting man? I'll bet I can think of something that she won't do for you. Something we can check out here."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'll bet you fifty dollars that she won't sit in this booth between you and me and let us both feel her pussy."

Henry laughed. "Nice try, I'd win that bet, but like I told you I'm very possessive and I'm not letting any man fondle my wife's pussy for any price. Hell, if I ever needed money, I could turn her out on the street and make a fortune."

"Ok, I'll bet you can't get her to take off her panties out there on the dance floor."

Henry held out his hand. "Let's make it a hundred."

Fifty, I don't have a lot of cash and I need to keep some for my tab." George shook Henry's hand. "And if I lose I get to keep the panties."

George stood up and looked around the bar to see what had happened to Jackie. She was dancing with a black man and they were close, cheek-to-cheek. George returned to his own table and ordered a scotch. He felt he deserved it.  
Chapter 6

As George watched the dancers, he noticed that the young couple who had been the first contestants was out on the floor. Other than Jackie, he didn't see any of the other competitors dancing.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the gorilla's cage. The fake gorilla was standing at the front of the cage, looking over the dance floor. He started beating his chest and doing Tarzan yells. Then he grabbed two of the bars and pulled them apart. He stepped out of the cage and jumped down to the stage below and onto the dance floor.

The people on the dance floor scattered as if the gorilla were real. Jay Sheridan was on the stage with mike. "Keep calm, everybody. Bongo gets a little excited once in a while, but he likes people and he doesn't want to hurt anyone. He just wants a girl to dance with, isn't that right Bongo?"

Bongo nodded his head and pointed at the blond in the red skirt and white blouse. Her partner shoved her toward Bongo, but she turned away in mock fear. Bongo shuffled over and grabbed her hand and dragged her to the center of the dance floor. Then the gorilla directed the band to play something and they began a rendition of "Ape Call."

The gorilla wrapped both arms around the still struggling girl and held her close. They started shuffling around the dance floor. Bongo began roughly caressing the girl's back. He moved his huge paws up and down her back and soon began feeling her ass with them as well.

The girl let out several screams and renewed her struggles to get away. One of her arms was trapped by Bongo's embrace, but with the free hand she slapped the ape across the nose. Bongo feigned rage and stepped back. Before the girl could get away, he picked her up in his arms and shook her. Then he set her back down. Holding her with one arm and paw, the Gorilla raked his other paw down the front of the blonde's blouse, ripping several buttons off and tearing the material.

The crowd began yelling encouragement to Bongo. They wanted to see more skin. "Go Bongo," someone yelled, "pull it all off her."

Bongo took another swipe at the damaged blouse, caught some material in his paw, and pulled it completely off. The blond wore a skimpy white bra over a lovely set of tits. She tried to cover up with her free arm.

The girl, Roxanne, couldn't protect herself everywhere. Bongo raked his paw up the front of her legs and right up the front of her skirt, lifting it to show her panties to the audience. The blond lunged to get away and almost succeeded. She slipped and fell on her side on the floor. She rolled to her back and started to get up.

The gorilla straddled the girl and lowered himself so that he was nearly sitting on her chest, facing her feet. Bongo was like any male; the sight of snow-white panties turned him on. He lifted the red skirt with one paw and stuffed the other paw between the girl's legs. She let out a shriek at this and pounded on the gorilla's back.

Roxanne was totally helpless with a 200 pound man in a heavy ape suit sitting on her chest and Bongo was in no hurry to let her up. He continued to pull the young woman's skirt up with one paw as he molested the front of her panties with the other. The crowd loved it.

"Rip her damn skirt off and use both hands on her puss!" someone yelled out.

Bongo seemed to understand the directions coming from the crowd. He grasped the hem of the red skirt with his two paws and with a sharp tug he tore the material, ripping it all the way up to the waste band. Another tug and he ripped the front half of the skirt off and threw it aside. Then he went back to pawing Roxanne between on her stomach and the front of her thighs.

Despite her dire position the girl still struggled to get free and continued crying out every few seconds. She thrashed from side to side and that served to make her predicament worse as in doing so she could not hold her legs tightly together and Bongo was able to pry some space between them and jam one of his paws right down into her crotch.

With his other hand, the ape managed to grasp the waistband of Roxanne's severely damaged skirt and tear through the thicker material. One more tug and he pulled the entire skirt out from beneath her and tossed it to someone at a nearby table. He continued mauling the front and crotch of the white panties for a couple of more minutes.

Suddenly, moving quickly to surprise the girl, the gorilla-man turned himself around and lowered himself onto Roxanne's thighs, keeping her securely pinned to the floor. The crowd knew what to expect next and they yelled out their encouragement.

"That's it, Bongo! Let's see those tits now!"

"Rip her bra off, you dumb ape and show us those babies!"

"You need any help, Bongo? – I know how to get one of those things off."

Bongo didn't need any help. He just grasped the front of the white bra and tore it off over the girl's head, exposing a beautiful pair of tits to most of the audience whose view he was not blocking.

Roxanne let out her loudest scream yet as the costumed figure put both hands on her bare breasts and began fondling and rubbing them vigorously. Struggle as she might there was no way for Roxanne to avoid having her tits ravished by Bongo's paws.

Tiring of his tit play and probably according to the schedule in a script, Bongo stood up and grabbed one of the blonde's ankles. He began dragging her across the floor towards the band. Her crotch looked damp and her nipples were aroused. Bongo dropped the girl's leg and she feigned unconsciousness.

Bongo stood over the prone blond and beat his chest and let out another Tarzan yell. Then he stooped over and picked the girl up around the waist and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, making sure that her panty covered ass was sticking up in the air. He held her with one arm and began parading around the dance floor.

"Pull her panties down, you dumb ape," someone shouted. The crowd applauded that suggestion.

Bongo wasn't as dumb as he looked. He raised his free hand to the back of the girl's waist and pulled at her panties. They were caught at first, but several sharp tugs and a shifting of the girl's frame on his shoulders brought success. Bongo pulled the panties all the way down the girl's legs and off. She was still wearing one shoe, the other one lay on the floor. Now Bongo paraded around displaying the blonde's naked derriere, waving her panties in his paw.

After two trips around the floor, the gorilla headed up one of the aisles toward the bar. A man stood up and grabbed the panties and jerked them away from Bongo for a souvenir. Several others took the opportunity for a free feel of the young girl's ass. One guy jammed his fingers between her legs, poking at her pussy. Then the security people stepped in and escorted Bongo and his prize toward the dressing rooms in the other half of the building.

Jay Sheridan was back on the mike. "Let's have a big round of applause for Bongo and Roxanne. In case you are wondering, Roxanne agreed to be part of the show tonight and she will be well paid for showing us her lovely bottom."

George had finished his scotch and was ready to get back into the action. He looked around for Jackie and Henry and saw them walking toward the dance floor. He scanned the bar for a partner and saw the black girl from Couple Number 5 sitting alone. She was wearing a black slip that was skimpier than the white one that had been torn off of her. She was still bra-less and appeared not to notice two men standing near her table looking down her front.

George walked over to the girl's table and asked her if she would like to dance. For the second time this evening, the answer was slow in coming. "You look safe enough," the girl said.

As she turned in her chair to stand, George caught a flash of red between her legs. Jeez, thought George, if this girl makes the finals, she's going to get raped in this place.

George led her to the floor and they began to dance to a slow tune. This girl held back and George did not insist on body contact. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I missed your name when you were introduced."

"Chelsea"

"Well, Chelsea, I enjoyed your dancing."

"I'll just bet you did." She had a soft, low southern drawl. "Why weren't you up there grabbin' with the rest of those good ol' boys?"

"Not my style."

"Oh! And what's your style?"

"One on one and both consenting," he answered.

"I like that better too." She moved closer to him and George felt the light pressure of her nearly bare tits against his chest. He liked it.

As they danced and chatted, George looked around for Henry. He was on the most crowded center part of the dance floor with Jackie. They seemed to be dancing normally. George wondered how Henry was going to try and win his bet.

Right now, George wasn't sure that he cared; the lovely package of lightly covered flesh in his arms was warming up. She had on just a hint of perfume and George couldn't remember ever smelling the scent before. I like your perfume."

"Thank you. You're kind of nice. You'd better do your one on one number baby, because as soon as my partner gets back, you and I are history. She pressed closer and put both arms around George's neck.

George moved her closer to the center of the floor with a dual purpose. As he neared Henry and Jackie, he caught Henry's eye and winked. Henry did not respond. George noted that he was feeling his wife's ass.

George decided to try that tactic for himself; he slid both hands lower on Chelsea's waist. "Do you think you'll make the finals?"

"I hope not, I just want to get out of here and fuck my man."

George slid one hand onto the top of the black girl's ass. She pressed her pelvis closer against his. He slid the hand toward her crack. May as well throw caution to the wind. He pressed her slip into her crack and ran the edge of his hand up and down it. This was going well.

A check of Henry and Jackie showed that he had pulled up the front of her skirt and had a hand between her legs.

George slid his hand to the hem of Chelsea's slip and raised it. He squeezed the bottom of her bare ass beneath the slip. The red panties didn't cover much. Chelsea smiled at him "You'd better hurry up lover-boy; your time limit's almost up."

George slid the hand inward until he encountered her silk. There was no room to get his fingers inside, so he had to be content with feeling her crack through the red panties. He petted her ass vigorously, wondering what to do next.

His thoughts returned to Jackie and he took a progress check. To his surprise, Jackie's dress was back in place. Then George noticed the wisp of light colored cloth protruding from Henry's pocket. George smiled and returned his thoughts to Chelsea's big soft breasts.

"I want to suck your tits."

Without a word, Chelsea removed one hand from George's neck and reached inside the front of her slip. She extracted one tit. "Be my guest."

George had the nipple in his mouth in an instant. He removed his hand from under her slip and pushed on the underside of the uncovered breast. His hand squeezed the gorgeous black tit; his mouth engulfed as much of it as he could stuff in. He raked the nipple with his teeth and then filled his mouth and bit down, leaving teeth marks in the tender flesh. He grabbed the nipple in his teeth and pulled on it extending it nearly and inch.

Then suddenly, a voice at his side said, "May I cut in?"

George looked up at the smiling face of Chelsea's partner. He backed away from her immediately and she slipped her breast back under cover. "Clyde," she said, "I'd like you to meet George."

George had seldom felt so embarrassed. With a sheepish grin, he held out his hand. Clyde grabbed it and nearly broke George's fingers with his grip. "It's nice to meet you, George. Now buzz off!"

George did so with mixed emotions.  
Chapter 7

George had only been at his table for a couple of minutes before Henry showed up, as expected. He reached into his coat pocket and slowly withdrew a pair of sheer silk panties and dropped them on the table. Without a word, George handed him a fifty-dollar bill from the inside pocket of his coat. What a jerk, thought George as Henry turned and walked away. George pocketed the fifty-dollar pair of panties, sure that he would get more than his money's worth out of this transaction.

"How about giving me double or nothing?" George quipped as Henry retreated.

"What on?" Henry turned and responded.

"Your wife will let me feel her puss."

"I told you I won't allow that. - You might be right. – She might do that. She certainly has had enough to drink to do nearly anything. But it's no bet and you'd better leave her alone if you know what's good for you. I've got friends in security here."




George: Book 03



He let the threat hang in the air.

"I'll consider it." George sat back down.

The band was on break, so there was a little time to relax. George went to the rest room and then decided to get some fresh air. He walked outside and noticed that other people were doing the same. He watched one couple as they walked into the parking lot and get into a car, but the car didn't leave. The girl had looked very young, like sixteen although George knew that she had to be at least eighteen because the bar was very religious about id checks. The guy was definitely over thirty. George wondered what the guy might be up to with his young friend

George decided to investigate. He walked silently to the occupied car and past it. He looked in as he passed. The windows were down half way and the couple was sitting in the back seat kissing. They didn't see George. He stopped behind the car and listened.

The girl's voice carried to George's ears first. "I know you love to feel my breasts Roger, but it does things to me that I'm not sure I'm ready for. I'm only sixteen and we just met last night and I want to stay a virgin till I'm out of high school."

"But you say you care for me. I'd never go all the way against your will. The touch of your beautiful breasts just sends me."

"I do care Roger. You're the nicest man I've ever met, but please understand!"

"Can I feel you up tonight? You told me last night that I could?"

"Last night I said perhaps. Maybe you can, for just a little bit though."

"I'll make you a bargain."

"What?"

"If you unbutton your blouse and take off your little bra and let me kiss each one of your breasts just once, then I'll leave them alone.

"I - I don't know. You promise not to touch them again?"

"If I can feel you up, I promise."

George heard rustling as the girl was apparently complying. He moved around to the side and carefully peered in. Roger was facing the young girl with one arm on the back of the seat. The girl had just finished unbuttoning the front of her blouse and she reached around back to unsnap her bra. Then she had to take the blouse off to remove the bra. When the bra came off and she was nude from the waist up, George saw the nicest young tits he had laid eyes on. They were small yet, but so perfectly matched and stood up so fine and perky. No wonder Roger liked to feel them.

The girl reached for her blouse but Roger was not about to backtrack now. He planted his mouth on the girl's right tit and sucked the nipple and surrounding flesh into it.

"Wait!" the girl protested and pushed his head away.

"Rina, you promised me a kiss on each one. God! They're lovelier than I imagined."

"Ok, you can kiss them, but then I'm putting my blouse back on."

Roger was already fastened back on the right side. Rina's head tipped back and her eyes closed as if she were trying to shut out the feelings creeping up inside her. True to his word, Roger released the right tit after twenty seconds of vigorous molestation. He proffered the same treatment on the left side and was much more reluctant when Rina insisted it had been enough. He did give in and allowed her to put on the blouse, but not to button it.

Now Roger moved a hand to Rina's knee and pushed up her skirt. His hand disappeared. Rina tipped her head back again and closed her eyes. Her arms were folded across her chest and her legs were pressed together.

"Relax," Roger suggested, "Haven't you let other boys get this far?"

"Of course I have, but I was just experimenting. It wasn't with a boy I really liked."

"How far did you let them get?"

"One boy got his fingers in me."

"You let him do that?"

"No, I didn't let him. He was really strong. He pinned me down and spread my legs and just kept shoving his fingers in. God! It was awful. He broke my hymen. I got blood on the seat of his car. It served him right."

"Jeez! I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Roger, that's far enough."

"Ok, but just open your legs a little so I can feel your inner thighs."

Rina seemed to do that.

"Can we pull up your skirt so I can see your legs?"

She folded the front of her skirt back about half way.

Roger was not satisfied. He pushed the skirt higher until Rina's white covered triangle was in view. "Are those real silk?"

"Yes, I just got them today."

"So you knew we were going to do this?"

"I, - I thought I might show them to you."

"I've got to touch them. I've got to."

"Touch them on the side."

Roger reached his hand around to the girl's hip and slipped it up onto her panties. "They're so smooth and soft. How much did they cost?"

"Not that much, - actually I swiped them. They were marked at thirty eight dollars."

Roger whistled. He took his hand off the back of the seat and reached around Rina's back.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to take off your skirt so I can see them."

"No, you can see enough already."

"You got them to show me. - Now I want to see them." His voice had an edge in it.

George heard a zipper and more fumbling. Rina tried to push Roger's hand away but it had already loosened the clasp. He pushed her down in the seat and grabbed the waistband of her skirt with both hands and pulled it off her. He piled after her, lying on top of her with both of his hands grabbing her ass through the panties. Then he lifted up and brought one hand in between them so he could feel her front. He wedged his knee between her legs to spread them slightly.

Rina struggled, but did not yell out. "What are you trying to do? Don't do that! Roger you promised."

"Just lay still, Rina, we're both going to enjoy this."

"Enjoy what? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you, you little tease. I'm going to fuck your little brains out."

Roger sat up, straddling the girl on the seat. He placed both hands on her breast and squeezed them roughly. He spread them apart and pinched the nipples.

Rina began sobbing.

George had seen enough. He rushed back to the bar, found a security guard and told him that a girl was being raped in the parking lot. The guard got one of his companions and they went out to investigate. George went back inside to search for Jackie.  
Chapter 8

The band was playing again and Henry and Jackie were in their booth. George asked Jackie to dance. She looked at her husband and then at George. Henry shook his head but Jackie nodded. George took her hand and followed her to the dance floor.

This time Jackie held herself away from George, but when he insisted with his hand, she let him pull her close against him. George had a hard-on and he let her know it by pushing it against her. She tried to shy away from it at first but finally acknowledge it by pressing herself against it. George smiled at her and at the concession she had made.

"Henry doesn't seem like such a bad guy," George observed.

"First impressions are misleading, besides he's drunk."

George was not going to waste time with small talk. He moved his right hand down onto Jackie's ass.

"Don't!"

"I want to feel your bare ass through your thin little dress."

"Wh - what?" she stammered

"I've got your panties in my pocket."

"How did you get them?" She didn't deny that it was possible.

"I bought them from your husband for fifty dollars."

"I don't believe you"

"He also agreed that I can finger fuck you in the booth. I'm supposed to warm you up out here on the dance floor."

Jackie stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away from him. "You can't be serious! Henry would never let you get away with that!"

George held her tight. "And what do you say about it? – "I think you want to go for it. That's what I think." He kissed her on the lips. He held his lips over hers until he felt her mouth soften and open slightly. He renewed the kiss and before long her mouth was wide open and she was groping inside his mouth with her tongue.

With his frontal offensive a success, George renewed his attack from the rear. He dropped her right hand from his left and squeezed her ass through her dress with both hands. He began bunching her skirt until he reached the hem. Then he dropped the hem with his hands under her dress. The feel of her naked ass was exquisite.

George entwined his tongue with hers. He wondered if her mind was on their kiss or on his hands or somewhere else altogether. He attacked the back of her crotch with his fingers and felt them sink into the soft damp space between her legs.

He broke the kiss. "I want my fingers inside you so much!"

Her breathing was heavy. She didn't say anything. George kissed her again and then removed his hands from under her dress. He led her back to the booth. She followed him, meek and confused.

George directed Jackie to slide into the booth across from her husband. He sat beside her and pushed her in tight to the wall. He had his hand in the lap of her dress before Henry could open his mouth.

Even as drunk as he was, Henry sensed that his wife was pretty worked up. Jackie was the first to speak.

"You bastard! You gave him my panties. Now he's got the wrapping, he wants the treasure too."

"You know I won't allow that. George, I think it's time for you to leave us alone."

"He's already got his hand in my lap."

Henry reached under the table and felt George's hand.

"You son-of-a-bitch! Get your hands off her."

"Why don't you join me, Henry? Otherwise I'm going in alone. Open up, baby." George tugged at Jackie's knee on his side with his free hand to spread her legs apart.

She resisted but George knew it was only a token. "I'm going give your wife the feel of her life right here in front of you, Henry. She wants it and she's going to get it no matter what you say."

George was studying Henry for his reaction; all he saw was bluster. "You bastard! If you try anything with her, I'll have your ass thrown out of here."

George turned to Jackie. "Can I put my hand on your leg under your dress?" She was silent but her head gave a little nod.

"I told you she's hotter than a pistol and she wants me to feel her puss. I don't think you're going to do anything about it."

George moved his hand to Jackie's bare knee and fondled it He began sliding his hand along her inner thigh with pressure to indicate he wanted her to part her legs and give him more room. Again she resisted but as George pressed his fingertips into her soft flesh, he felt her relax and let him pull her leg toward him.

"She want's it real bad, Henry. I think she's going to suck my whole hand right into her cunt. I'll let you know when she juices it."

Jackie needed his hand and George knew it. She was primed and ready. She slid down in the booth a little so she could open up her legs. George took immediate advantage and slid his hand all the way to her crotch. He cupped her pubic mound with his hand and slipped his pinky in and wiggled it around. "I'm in Henry. You can call or fold."

Henry's hand tried to grab George's wrist under the table but he couldn't pull it away from his wife and he gave up. George plunged his index and middle fingers up her slit.

Jackie let out a squeal and then another as George reamed her hard. There was plenty of room for four fingers. George tugged at the sides of Jackie's cunt as if he was trying to tear it open. He got a third finger in and then began thrusting in and out rhythmically.

Jackie planted her hands on the bench and lifted her ass off it to provide maximum access. With his free hand, George lifted the front of her dress so he could view the activity. Jackie's neatly cropped pubic mound stared up at them, glistening with moisture as the three pistons pumped her cunt. George suddenly felt a contraction as her cunt gripped the fingers like a vice and she let out a moan. On the third contraction Jackie drenched his hand under her and bounced her ass up and down as the orgasm peaked.

George stayed in and brought Jackie down slowly. He withdrew the invading fingers and gently caressed the lips of her pussy until she indicated that she wanted to close her legs. Then he stroked her pubic hair, tugging it gently and rubbed her stomach. When she was nearly back to normal, he snapped her stomach with her garter belt and withdrew completely. Then he kissed her gently on the cheek.

She looked over at him and smiled. "Wow!" You do know what a girl's pussy is for don't you." Henry was skulking in the corner of the booth across from them.

"I also know what her mouth is for." He saw the interest in her eyes. "I really need relief bad."

"Where can we?"

"How about in the dancers' dressing room?"

She looked at Henry, but he didn't appear to be paying attention. George stood up and offered his hand. She slid out, stood up and smoothed her dress and picked up her purse. Her walk was pretty wobbly as she followed George. She indicated the dressing room numbered three, and with a key from her purse she unlocked the door and admitted them.

The door had barely closed before Jackie was clawing at George's belt. He pushed her away and undid it himself. He removed his shoes and pants and sat on the side of the small cot that appeared to give the best comfort for this activity.

George lay back on the cot and lifted his feet onto it. He began to unbutton his shirt; he had removed his tie earlier. Before he had reached the second button, he felt a pair of hands tugging at his boxer shorts. He lifted his ass off the bed and allowed the hands to pull the shorts down to his ankles and off. His cock felt like a flagpole, springing straight up after being released from its captivity.

Jackie was on her knees beside the low cot, studying the object of her fixation. She wrapped one hand gently around the shaft and brought her face over to it. She kissed the tip as George finished unbuttoning his shirt. Her tongue came out and she ran it around the rim of the blood-gorged organ. Then she opened her mouth and lowered it over the head and sucked gently, tonguing the opening to taste the fluid that was oozing out. She pumped George's dick once with her hand and licked off the fluid that was induced.

George closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings that Jackie was raising in him. She pumped him again and sucked on the head of his cock. George had never in his life been sucked off by two gorgeous women on consecutive days. He tried to shift his thought to something else so that he could prolong the activity and create a mind-blasting final climax.

Just then the door burst open. George's eyes also flew open and confronted Henry standing in the doorway. Henry took in the scene and entered the room and closed the door. Instead of being irate as George expected, He appeared to be relieved.

"Thank God! You lucky bitch! I thought you were in here fucking that bastard."

Jackie didn't respond, but she interrupted her attentions to George and looked at Henry. Finally she stammered, "He asked me to -- suck him -- and I said all right."

"I don't give a damn how many cocks you suck, you drunken whore. I'll go round up some more if you like; but no jackass is going to fuck my wife."

George was taking in this scene with a great deal of distaste and his arousal was dying rapidly. Henry staggered over to a chair on the other side of the room and fell into it. "Continue on you cock loving bitch; I'll stick around to make sure your cunt stays faithful."

Without hesitating, Jackie resumed her suction operation on George's retreating prick. She released her handgrip and pulled more meat into her mouth. George's erection reversed directions and began to expand once again. Jackie had obviously had cock in her mouth many times. She knew how good it felt when she squeezed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She gnawed on it with her teeth and jammed the head against the back of her throat to get as much as possible into her warm, moist cavern. She circled the shaft with her lips and ran them up and down the full length several times.

George erection had returned to full height, but his sexual excitement had not. He was still upset by the way that Henry had talked to Jackie. The bastard deserved to be put in his place and George knew how he would do it.

Jackie's hands were placed flat against George's groin. She put her thumbs under his balls and pressed them upward. She was sucking gently on the tip of George's prick, taking a breather before going back to more strenuous activity.

George reached one hand under her dress and guided it between her legs, back to the juicy junction of his earlier exploration. He planned to fuck that pussy in front of her husband. Jackie widened her knees thinking that George wanted to finger her some more.

After assuring himself that access would be smooth and easy, George removed his hand. He grasped Jackie's head gently with both hands and indicated that he wished to kiss her. She reluctantly allowed him to guide her face along his stomach and up his chest. She tongued his skin all the way up. When she reached his face, George sat up and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to fuck you," he said.

Before Jackie could react, George pushed her onto her back on the floor. In another instant, he lifted her dress up and was on top of her. Her legs were pressed tightly together, but George had no intention of entering her. He lay still on top of her.

Jackie finally reacted to George's attack, but her reaction was much more subdued than George had expected. She just moaned and begged George to get off her. "You can't have me like that. Henry won't let you. You can't. Please!"

For his part, Henry jumped up and came toward the couple lying on the floor. "You son-of-a-bitch, get off her this instant. No man fucks the wife of Henry Beldon"

George paid no attention. He slowly raised himself off Jackie and jammed his cock back against her pubic mound. He began pretending to fuck her methodically, grinding all of his weight down onto her body with each thrust.

Henry was fit to be tied, but he wasn't a violent man and he did not know how to stop George. "You bastard, I'll have you charged with rape for this. You'll never fuck another woman. You'll be in prison till you rot."

Despite being quite drunk, Jackie realized what George was doing. Her earlier protests were converted to encouragement. She too had reason to embarrass her husband. George knew that he couldn't last long after the sustained excitement of the evening. He abandoned himself to his own pleasure. He rammed back and forth, his cock sliding against Jackie's stomach and pubic mound, harder and harder. He pushed Jackie around the floor with the force of his thrusts. He crushed her to the floor with his full weight on each stroke. Then, with a final lunge, he sprawled his body on top of her as his cock began to gush on her stomach.

George heard Jackie let out a sob, "Oh shit!"

From Henry, "You bastard! You fuck the shit out of my wife and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you in court."

George had enjoyed many orgasms more than this one. He felt ashamed that he had used this lovely woman as a vehicle for his revenge against her husband. After his spasms subsided, he lay on her for just a few seconds and then got off her, pulling her dress down to cover the sticky mess on her stomach. He found his shorts and put them on. Henry had enough decency to help Jackie off the floor; then he turned his attention back to George.

As George dressed, Henry yelled at him. "You get the hell out of here now. You've had your piece of ass. You bastard! Fucking a helpless woman who's had too much to drink. When she wakes up in the morning, it's me that'll take the consequences of what you've done."

George knew that it was best to leave. He ignored Henry's tirade and spoke to Jackie; "You're a beautiful lady, Jackie. I'll call you tomorrow. I want to talk to you tomorrow. Good night."




George: Book 03



George walked out the door with Henry yelling, "You leave her alone; don't you ever come near her again."  
Chapter 9

George filled out two ballots for the dance contest and turned them in with his waitress. Then he took another walk outside in the fresh air and contemplated calling it a night. It was only 10:30 and he was not ready to go back to his hotel room just yet. He returned to his table and returned to ginger ale. The band was playing and Candy was singing a lively rendition of "Gloria."

The buxom little singer bounced around the stage like Cindy Lauper. Her bosom bounced too. One side of her dress slipped off her shoulder revealing a black bra strap underneath. Several times, Candy pulled the hem of her skirt up to show the audience her little black panties as well. The crowd was clapping and encouraging her to show them more, but the song ended and she adjusted her dress to cover the strap again.

Jay Sheridan appeared on the stage to announce the finalists for the dance contest. After a long drum roll, he named the two couples who would dance for the first prize, Roberto and Twyla and Jim and Claudia. George agreed that the two contest couples chosen were the best dancers; however he felt that the crowd was disappointed. They would have enjoyed seeing the more sexually suggestive dancers perform again. Personally, George would have liked to see Chelsea out there again. The four finalists appeared from the dressing rooms and came onto the stage. Both couples had changed clothes and the girls' new outfits were sure to please the crowd. Jim and Claudia had switched from blue to white. Jim had on a white jump suit with rhinestones down the sides. Claudia had on a short, white chemise, belted Japanese style right under her bosom. The dress was short sleeved and high necked. The material was so thin that Claudia's uncovered nipples were visible through the dress. The crowd was already stirring in anticipation.

George's attention shifted to the other couple. Roberto was wearing a cranberry red jumpsuit. Twyla had on a sheath dress of matching color. The dress was backless and had thin straps holding up the front. The skirt was skin-tight, cut a little above the knee and slit to the waist on one side. George was sure that the girl couldn't have moved without the slit.

As George studied the two female dancers, he felt his cock stir in anticipation. He was anxious to see what sort of garments the girls were wearing under their skirts; and he was certain that their routines would reveal the information he sought.

Jay Sheridan was conducting a coin flip to determine which couple would dance first. Roberto won the toss and chose to have his competitors dance first. He and his partner stepped back to a table where they could sit and watch. Jim and Claudia walked to the center of the dance floor.

Before the music started, Claudia unfastened the belt of her dress and removed it. She tossed it to the edge of the floor. Now the thin dress hung straight down from her shoulders. Her breasts were not as clearly outlined as before, but the overall image was sexier. George had never seen a dress that would provide a more spectacular display to someone looking up it.

The band began to play a slow, soft ballad. Jim took Claudia's hand and she spun slowly in the center of the floor. The short thin dress was drawn outward by centrifugal force and the crowd stirred with anticipation as they were treated to a view of Claudia's lovely legs. She had on silver pumps and her legs were bare. George strained his sight to catch the first glimpse of what else she wore.

The first several twirls did not raise the dress high enough to reveal what the edgy crowd was waiting for. George's eyes shifted to the girl's face. He sensed that Claudia knew what she was doing to the crowd. She knew what they were waiting for and she was teasing them. Her twirling stopped and her partner embraced her and pressed her against himself, moving her smoothly around the floor.

Then the couple parted and again Claudia twirled, this time faster. The increased speed raised the hem of her dress higher and George caught a glimpse of a tiny silver g-string. The crowd noise increased, showing the audiences approval.

Next, Jim placed a hand at Claudia's waist and the other on the outside of her thigh. He lifted her high over his head. The hem of her dress slipped up to her waist and as Jim twirled her around, the crowd was treated to alternating views of Claudia's uncovered ass and her pubic mound covered by a tiny patch of silver cloth. After two revolutions with her legs pressed together, Claudia spread them wide and revealed the thinnest strip of silver between her legs. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible on both sides of the cloth. The crowd whistled and applauded wildly.

After two more revolutions, Jim lost his grip and nearly dropped Claudia. She came down and landed hard on both feet. The couple hesitated a second and then covered the mistake fairly well by twirling smoothly together.

The next lift proved even more revealing. Jim reached up under his partner's dress with both hands and grasped her waist. He hoisted her over his head and rotated slowly. Again the dress slipped up around Claudia's waist and her private charms were revealed. She spread her legs wide to afford a spectacular view of her crotch. The crowd was going nuts. But again Jim had trouble and set his partner down too hard.

The couple pressed themselves together now and danced like lovers. Jim hoisted the back of Claudia's dress and squeezed her bare ass with both hands. She stepped back and he drew his hands around to the front of her waist and ran them further up the dress until he was squeezing her breasts. Claudia turned in his arms and fell back limply against him with her eyes closed and a smile of ecstasy on her lips. She pushed the front of her dress higher so the audience could see Jim's hands squeezing her large tits. He clasped his hands above Claudia's breasts and with his arms in her armpits; he lifted her off the floor and twirled her slowly. The little white dress was bunched up under her neck and her gorgeous breasts were in full view.

Claudia spread her legs again so the audience had to make a choice between watching her lovely tits of concentrating on the silver strip of cloth that covered her slit. George found himself alternating and wondering if anyone from the crowd was going to interfere this time. No one did and at last Jim set Claudia back on her feet and she let her dress fall back into place as he removed his hands.

The couple twirled through a few more steps and as the music came to a climax, Claudia once again turned her back to her partner and leaned back against him. Jim reached his hand around her waist to give the crowd on last turn-on. He lifted the front of the white dress with one hand and plunged the other hand inside the front of Claudia's g-string. He squeezed the girl's pubic mound as the music stopped and the crowd let the couple know how much they appreciated the show.

As Jim and Claudia left the floor and Roberto and Twyla prepared for their turn, George was certain that the second pair could not top the first in terms of exhibitionist display. Still he found himself anticipating the Puerto Rican couples dance.

Roberto and Twyla had selected a livelier number to dance to. They alternated between smooth, rapid steps and acrobatic lifts. The first time Twyla was lifted over her partner's head, her skirt fell away revealing a crimson red bikini panty. The contrast of the crimson and cranberry of her skirt was very appealing. Twyla's pumps matched her skirt and she was also bare legged.

The couple was flawless in their dance maneuvers. George found himself transfixed as he watched carefully to catch sight of Twyla's panties. Again and again the smooth lifts offered him glimpses as her panties flashed by. When Twyla spread her legs, the crimson strip of cloth between her legs turned George on, as if it were inviting him to grab it.

The applause for the second couple was as loud as for the first; however it was more hand clapping and not so much whistles and catcalls. George felt that the integrity of the crowd would be revealed in the selection of a winner. Would they vote for the best dancers or the most exciting sexual exhibition?

Jay Sheridan thanked the two couples and told the patrons that the winner would be announced after a half-hour of balloting, one ballot per customer. George ordered another glass of ginger ale and looked around the bar for a dance partner. He didn't spot anyone of interest and anyhow it didn't matter because the band was taking a break.

To George's surprise, the singer, Candy, left the bandstand and walked to George's table. "Hi," she said, "There aren't many vacant seats. Do you mind if I sit down and have a drink?"

George was delighted. "It's my pleasure, let me buy you one. I'm enjoying your singing and your band."

Candy pulled the chair away from the table to the side and sat facing George. With concentrated effort, George averted his eyes from looking at Candy's lap to see if her panties were showing. He signaled his waitress and Candy ordered a glass of wine. George told the girl to put Candy's drinks on his tab. Candy smiled at George and thanked him and crossed her legs. George could hold off no longer and stole a glance at her lap. Sure enough, a small black triangle stared back at him. The girl either didn't notice his interest or pretended not to.

George introduced himself to Candy and they began a light conversation. George asked about her singing career and she told him how she had started singing with a group of friends in high school. "Jimmy, the lead guitar up there was in that high school band. He's an outstanding musician. Anyway, he started this band and needed a female singer. I was lucky that he remembered me and thought I was good enough."

They talked about the dance contest and how wild it was. This was the fifth week that Candy and her group had played for it. She told him about a couple of the contests wilder moments. "One couple danced in pajamas. The guy had on silk men's pajamas and the girl had on a short, thin negligee and only a G-string underneath. Their routine was like simulated foreplay. When they walked off the floor to the dressing room, every guy within reach took a feel of the girl and two women pulled the guys bottoms down and grabbed his dick."

George pressed for more revelations. "One other night, a guy danced in a pair of bikini underwear. His partner had on a bra and panties. They spent the whole routine grabbing and squeezing one another and then the audience grabbed and squeezed them on their way out."

Candy also told George about the Bongo show on Saturdays. "At midnight on Saturday the price of drinks is doubled and there is a two drink minimum between midnight ant 2:00 AM when the bar closes. That's because of the show that Bongo puts on just once a week. He escapes from his cage with a ten-inch strap-on and picks a girl from the audience. Of course it's all put on and she knows what's coming."

"Does he actually make use of the dildo?" George asked incredulously.

"Usually, yes, there have been girls that have chickened out and stopped the show short of penetration but the pay is pretty good and most of them go all the way. The show goes on for nearly 45 minutes as Bongo is in no hurry. He strips the girl one piece of clothing at a time and then gets her spread out on the floor and for the last five minutes of the show he fucks her with the dildo. The crowd goes nuts and of course after the show they mob the poor girl and molest her all the way to the dressing room. The security guys keep her from being really harmed but they've been known to take their share of the action too."

"That sound's really wild."

"There was one night when a gorgeous blond was Bongo's partner and she just didn't get enough from him. She invited anyone from the crowd to get out their cocks and she would pick the one she wanted to fuck her. She found a guy with a bigger cock than Bongo and he fucked the shit out of her for another fifteen minutes. That's the most outrageous night I can remember."

Every half minute, George dropped his gaze for a glance at Candy's triangle. She noticed and commented. "It's all right; you can stare at my legs if you want to." George felt a blush on his neck.

"It's not your legs; I'm looking at your naughty little black panty." Candy blushed and placed a hand in her lap to block George's view.

A man whom George had seen standing at the bar earlier approached the table. Candy introduced him as Terry, her manager. From the look she gave him, George guessed he meant more to her than just a manager. Terry stood behind Candy and placed a hand on the front of her neck. Candy anticipated his intentions and leaned forward to allow the front of her dress to open up a bit. Without a moment's hesitation, Terry ran his hand down the front of Candy's' dress and began to fondle her lovely young breasts. The girl's only reaction was to close her eyes and let out a sigh of approval.

As Terry continued to fondle the young singer's tits, he sipped a drink that he had brought with him and looked around the bar. George took the opportunity for closer study of Candy's lap. She had dropped her hand back to her side. As if sensing his attention, she uncrossed her legs giving George a fabulous shot of her black silk underwear.

As the tit action began to arouse the young singer, she leaned back and slouched in her seat. Her short skirt hiked up to her hips and George could see most of the front of her panty. Without considering the possible consequences, he reached out a hand and placed it right on the visible patch of silk.

George looked up at Terry, but he was looking elsewhere in the bar. George looked at Candy and she was staring back at him with a startled little smile on her face. But in a moment, she closed her eyes again and slouched down further. George moved his hand around a little bit and felt the girl push back against his hand in response.

Terry suddenly realized what was taking place. Instead of putting a rude halt to the proceedings, he pushed Candy's chair closer to the table and motioned George to move around to her side to afford some privacy. George reluctantly took his hand away, not believing he would be allowed to put it back again, and moved his chair to the side of Candy. Terry turned Candy so that her legs were under the table and moved to her other side so that the two men could work in some privacy.

George quickly reached under the table and found that the young singer had opened up her legs a little. His hand cupped her pubic mound and two fingers slipped between her legs. He pressed them against the soft silk covered flesh of her pussy. Terry was still working down the front of her dress. He set his drink down and picked up the wine. He gave Candy a sip.

As the two men continued to feel the girl's erogenous areas, she became more animated. She shifted her ass and opened her legs further. George was stroking her cunt with three fingers now and considering the best way of getting underneath its silk protection. Candy decided on some hand action of her own. She reached over to George's lap and grabbed his cock through his pants. With the other hand, she did the same to Terry. George took her hand in his and removed it gently but insistently. Terry, on the other hand, slapped the girl's hand away and as her hand flew across the table, it knocked her wineglass onto the floor with a loud clatter.

As attention from other tables turned toward the trio, the two men quickly removed their hands form the girl's privates and George stooped to pick up the glass, which some how had not broken. The waitress showed up with a wet towel and asked if the drink had spilled on anyone's clothes. They assured her that it had not. She got down and wiped up the majority of the wine off the carpet.

Candy stood up shakily and excused herself to "get ready for the next set." Terry followed her away. The waitress finished cleaning up and gave George a sly smile. "I see Candy made quite an impression on you." George followed the girl's gaze to his lap where the bulge in his pants was quite obvious. The waitress reached down and patted it gently and walked away.

George looked around the bar. The attention of the other patrons was not on him, as he had feared. He wasn't sure how many others may have realized what was going on with the singer and her manager. George saw Claudia and Jim sitting a couple of tables away, awaiting the results of the dance contest. She was still wearing the fabulous white chemise, -- with the belt back in place. George decided to make a much-needed pit stop before the band started playing again.

On the way to the men's room, he met Twyla. He smiled and said "Hi," to her and she smiled back at him. "Good luck!" he continued, "I voted for you," he added to her back.

"Thanks!"

When George got back to his table, Candy and the band were back on stage, warming up. They began to play, but it wasn't a number that George was interested in dancing to. He watched the people who were dancing. He noticed that Roberto came over and asked Claudia to dance. She excused herself from Jim, who glowered at her, and went with Roberto.

George looked around for Twyla, and found her dancing with someone. He trained his attention on the band and Candy. She was playing the piano, as the song had no vocal. Candy looked over in George's direction and when she saw he was watching her, she winked.

The next song was a soft slow ballad. George needed a body to rub against. He stood up and walked around the bar to see what he could find. He passed Chelsea in a booth with her boy friend. His hand was down the front of her slip and George decided not to interrupt. Jackie was nowhere in sight and she and her husband had probably gone home. George spotted Roxanne and her husband. He walked up boldly and asked Roxanne to dance. George would have guessed his chances were about one in ten, however the lovely blond nodded yes and got up to join him.

Roxanne was now wearing a gray see-through blouse and straight gray mini-skirt. The blouse revealed a bra similar to the one she had worn when attacked by Bongo. She looked radiant.

As George turned and accepted Roxanne into his arms, her subtle perfume filled his senses. She didn't come in as close as George would have liked. "I love gray on blondes," he said. "It's their best color." She smiled at him and moved in a little.

They danced without talking, George enjoying the smell and feel of her in his arms. As the music continued and George let the girl choose her position, Roxanne relaxed and moved in a little allowing more contact. George felt the touch of her firm young breasts pressing gently against his chest. The music stopped too soon and Roxanne declined George's invitation for another dance. "Maybe later."

George saw Twyla heading off the floor and he followed her back to her table. She had just seated herself when George arrived and asked her to dance. She didn't hesitate. She stood up without a word and gave George her hand. She was still wearing the cranberry red dress and up close she was more beautiful than she had been from afar.

When they got to the edge of the dance floor, it was so crowded that there was little room. George pushed his way into the crowd and then turned to Twyla. She was also wearing a subtle perfume, very nice. She moved in close to George, the crowd gave her little choice. "I don't get many dances with middle-aged white men," she said in a light sparkling voice.

"At least you didn't call me old," George replied.

"I don't get any offers from old white men."




George: Book 04



BOOK IV - ALL STAR WRESTLING 

Chapter 1

George didn't awaken on Wednesday morning until 9:15 AM and when he did he felt refreshed; memories of the previous evening filled his thoughts. He called room service to order a cinnamon roll, juice and coffee. While he waited for his continental breakfast to be delivered he showered, shaved and dressed. He had just finished putting on his shoes when his room service arrived. He scanned the paper as he ate and turned his thoughts to activities for today.

He hunted for the Dayton phone book and discovered it in a dresser drawer under a blanket. Scanning for Henry Beldon's home phone number he discovered it and dialed it. A female voice answered, "Beldon residence, Charlene speaking."

"Is Mrs. Beldon home?"

"May I tell her who is calling, please?"

"George -- George Thomas."

George heard the phone being laid down and he waited for someone to come back on the line. The wait grew long and he grew impatient. At last, he heard Jackie Beldon's quiet voice, "Hello George."

"Good morning. How are you?"

"I -- I'm ok, just a little headache."

George came directly to the point, "I'd like you to have lunch with me today."

"I don't think that would be a very good idea."

"I'm very sorry for what happened last evening. I acted like a jackass. I'd like to make it up to you, a little bit anyway."

"Henry was fit to be tied. I haven't seen him so angry in a long time."

"Well then, the evening wasn't a total disaster was it?"

George heard her chuckle softly. "No, I suppose it wasn't from that standpoint."

"Can I pick you up at noon?"

"I'd have to be home by three, Henry said he would be here at four."

"That's fine with me, I have a meeting at four myself. Let's make it eleven thirty. Can you be ready by then?"

"I guess so."

"Good! I'm looking forward to seeing you very much. Bye."

George pressed the switch to disconnect Jackie and dialed the hotel restaurant. He told the reservation person that she would get a nice tip if she gave him the best table for two in the place.

George had a sudden wild idea pop into his thought pattern and left his room to see if it were possible. He took an elevator to its lowest level in the building, third level of an underground-parking ramp. He switched the elevator off, expecting to here a loud alarm. There was silence. He sat down in the disabled elevator and waited. After ten minutes he turned the elevator back on and returned to his room.

He found the blanket that he had encountered earlier when looking for the phone directory. He returned to the elevators, (there were six of them), and he tossed the blanket into the corner of the first one that came.

George stood outside the Beldon's front door at precisely eleven thirty and rang the bell. A young girl in a maid's dress opened the door and invited him in. Jackie appeared immediately and dismissed the girl, (Charlene).

"You're surely prompt; I'm not used to that from Henry."

"I told you I was looking forward to seeing you very much. You look fantastic by the way."

Jackie was wearing a jade green cocktail dress with a scoop neckline and hemline just above the knee. Matching green pumps, a string of jade beads around her neck and a gold bracelet accented the dress perfectly. She was dressed for a night at the opera rather than a brief luncheon date.

"Thank you, I really didn't know if I'd be ready in time."

"It's just lunch, not a big deal."

"I haven't been out on a date in quite some time. It's a big deal to me. Anyhow I had to take a bath, have Char do my hair and then pick out the right clothes to wear. Do you like this dress?"

"It's absolutely gorgeous; I think that color is you."

"I had a hard time picking out what to wear with it."

"I like the gold bracelet. It makes such a nice contrast with the dark green."

Jackie laughed. "I didn't mean the jewelry, I meant underneath."

"Oh."

"If you liked my panties last night, you would really go for what I'm wearing right now," she teased.

George gave her a leering look, "Tell me about it."

"There's not much to tell, I mean there's not much at all," she shook her head slowly with a big smile on her lips.

"What color?"

"Beige."

George licked his lips. "It sounds fantastic, I can hardly wait to see them, feel them."

Jackie laughed again, "This is just a simple lunch, remember, no big deal."

At the top floor restaurant they were seated at a window table overlooking what there was of a skyline in Dayton. They ordered seafood, George scallops and Jackie shrimp, and shared a bottle of Chenin Blanc. They chatted mostly about Jackie; her days as an actress and dancer before she met Henry Beldon and opted for the financial security that he offered her.

Their knees touched under the small table and occasionally George explored Jackie's adjacent leg with his hand. He squeezed her lovely thigh in a familiar manner that told her that he wanted more than just this little teaser.

It was nearly one thirty, after dessert and coffee when they left the restaurant. They stood in front of the elevators and Jackie didn't understand when George kept her from entering the first one that arrived. When he also rejected the second one, she asked what was going on.

"Superstition," was all George would answer.

By the time the third elevator arrived, there was another couple waiting as well. George took Jackie's arm and directed her into the cabled lift and they descended to the main floor, where the other passengers departed. As the car began it's descent to the parking garage level, George located the blanket still in the corner where he had left it and he spread it on the floor. Jackie looked at him incredulously. "What in the sam hell are you doing?"

"I've never fucked a beautiful woman in an elevator before."

Jackie laughed nervously, "You've got to be kidding. We can't do that here."

The elevator reached the end of it's decent and before the doors began to open, George hit the off switch, disabling the car. "Why can't we? Nobody will miss this thing for a long time."

Jackie's voice was shaking as she realized that George was indeed serious. "I really think that this is not a good idea. In the first place, I haven't even made love with my husband without being half plastered for a long time. I don't think that I can do it."

"Jackie, I treated you terribly last night. I want to make it up to you. I want to show you what sex should be like. It should be exciting and memorable for both partners. They should share a little caring for one another, not just the lust we - I displayed last night."

"I - I'd like to. I'm just not sure I can do it. I'm scared, George."

"Jackie, you are one of the most desirable women I have met in my life. I know I can make love to you in a way that we will both enjoy immensely. All you have to do is relax and let it happen." George put his hands on her shoulders and indicated he wanted her to lie down on the blanket.

She lowered herself to a sitting position on the floor and then started to get up again. "I – can't we go to your room, maybe on a bed, - I can't do anything here."

George motioned her to keep still and he pushed her gently into a prone position on her back. She looked up into his eyes; her lovely face was etched with indecision.

"Just let it happen," George soothed. "I guarantee you will be glad you did."

"I - I'll try, - I guess."

"That's my girl. It's time for me to see those little beige panties. I know you really want to show them to me."

She allowed a small smile on her concerned face. "I hope you like them, they cost Henry a hundred dollars and he hasn't seen them."

"My hope is that he never will."

George stood over Jackie's feet. He reached down and grasped her ankles, one in each hand and slowly raised them to his waist. As her legs were elevated, her skirt fell down around her waist and the much-discussed beige underwear became visible to George. He was not disappointed. The shiny little strip of cloth contrasted against the rich green of her dress excited George far more than when he first saw Jackie dancing at the Gorilla Cage.

"Well?" she said.

"Exquisite! They deserve some very special attention."

George propped one foot against his waist and removed the green shoe from the other foot. He dropped it on the floor with a thump. He reversed the procedure and dropped the other shoe.

"Shh! be quiet!"

George held the foot he had unsheathed in one hand and caressed Jackie's calf with the other as he stared at the little beige triangle between her legs. "If only I could market this view," he mused, "I'd be the richest man alive."

He stroked her knee and moved above it to rub his hand gently along her thigh. He noticed that the beige garters holding up her sheer nylons were underneath her panties. "Good," he thought, "I can take off her panties and leave her stockings and garters on." He wondered if she had anticipated just such a result when she had dressed so carefully in the morning.

"Let's take off your dress, we don't want it to get all messed up." He laid her feet down and helped her stand. He zipped the dress down the back and let her remove it. She stood before him expectantly. She had a beige slip under the dress; however it was so short that it didn't even cover the bottom of her panty. The slip was the same silky material as the panty. Her straps revealed that a beige bra was under the slip.

When George just stood and stared at her, Jackie twirled around slowly to model the tiny slip. It hugged her body, accentuating her fantastic figure. George had not seen her breasts, but he decided this minute that he had to see them before very long, and touch them, feast on them.

"You are one sensuous lady! I could have an orgasm just watching you."

George motioned Jackie back onto the blanket. He picked up her feet again and this time spread them apart so he could stare right at the little silk strip over her pussy. He dropped to his knees and leaned toward her. He slid his hands along the outside of her thighs as her legs descended to the floor. He placed his lips right on the front of her panty. She squirmed a little, but watched him in silence.

George lay face down between her legs and buried his face in her crotch, kissing and sucking the silky material. He extended his arms over his head and felt along the silk of her slip until he grasped her breasts through two layers of silk. Jackie reached into the front of her slip and unclasped the front of her bra. She shed the cups and worked her arms out of both sets of straps. Suddenly George's hands were full of the some of most delectable tit-flesh he had ever encountered.

As he squeezed and played with Jackie's soft breasts, she became quickly more aroused. She began thrashing back and forth and moaning, "Ohh! -- Ohh yess! Squeeze my tits! That feels so good."

George had clearly found Jackie's hot button. He decided to press it for all it was worth. He lifted his head from between her legs and moved forward to apply his mouth and hands both to her lovely twin globes of flesh. He pulled the slip down further, uncovering her down to her navel. Then he fastened his mouth over one nipple while he caressed the other breast between both hands. He sucked on her swollen nipple like a starving baby and he felt a shudder go through her body.

"That's it, George! Suck on my tits! I love it! Don't ever stop! Shit! Suck them! Squeeze them!"

George decided it was time to get out of his own clothes. He began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while still attending to Jackie. After one button, her hands took over and they managed to get his shirt unbuttoned. Next she unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers. George had to help her slide them off.

When she reached inside his shorts and started stroking his erection, George knew that it was time to abandon Jackie's chest and concentrate all of his attention between her legs. He grasped one of her hands, withdrew it from his shorts and slipped it through the strap of her slip. He repeated the procedure with the other hand. The thin silk covered her breasts again. A look of puzzlement appeared on her face.

George ignored her look and began pulling off the little beige panties. "I want to fuck you and feel that fantastic silk between us."

As he slipped the panties over her feet, Jackie's legs fell apart as if they were controlled by a spring. Her naked pussy, topped by her neatly trimmed snatch, gaped up at George. He recalled seeing it and fingering it the night before under the table. He took the little strip of cloth he had removed and rubbed it lightly over her pubes. He inserted a silk covered finger in her. He felt her push back and decided that she would not tolerate much more stimulation before she exploded.

George moved on top of Jackie and brought his erection to the mouth of her cunt. A slight thrust put him entirely inside her. It was like she engulfed him. As he moved in and out, her pussy ravished his prick as if it had been starving for months, and probably that was the truth.

"Oh George! It's been so long. Henry hasn't fucked me in over a year. It feels so fantastic! Fuck me harder, as hard as you can."

George did not need any further invitation. He began ramming Jackie faster. He felt her thrusting back at him and he felt the tugging of her cunt walls on his glans.

"You were right, George. This is fantastic. I've never been so hot. I'm going to melt." George was inside her when the first contraction hit her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and held him against her. Her legs went up in the air to try and draw every last centimeter of George inside her.

George pumped in and out twice more and then pushed against his cock with all his might and drenched Jackie's vagina with his sperm. Their mutual gratification lasted several long moments and then the pressure subsided and they slowly relaxed in each other's arms. George kissed his lover quietly and told her how wonderful she had been. She told him it had been the best she could remember.

The couple separated and began to dress. George finished quickly. Jackie had only donned her bra, panties and slip as George zipped up his pants. George grabbed the green dress and wouldn't let her have it. "You look so sexy in your slip and panties that I don't ever want to see you in anything else." Then he restarted the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor.

Jackie screamed and tried to wrest the dress from him. The elevator started upward. "Give me my dress, damn you!" George just hugged her to him and kissed her. When the elevator reached the third floor, George punched four. The doors opened and George dashed into the hallway still grasping the green cocktail dress. Jackie had no choice but to follow George, hoping that no one would see him or her.

George turned and dashed around a corner and down the next hall. He reached his room and opened the door before Jackie could catch up. He entered the room and closed the door on her.

"Open up damn you! My God what am I going to do if someone comes?"

"If it's a man, he'll be happy to see you."

"Please!" George heard the real panic in her voice. There's a bellboy down the hall. He's headed this way."

"What will you give me to let you in?"

"Anything, what do you want?"

George opened the door and let her in. He looked into the hallway and saw no one. He shut the door and turned to Jackie sternly. "I want you to come to me anytime I call you. I want you to make love with me a hundred times the way you did today."

"In an elevator?"

George burst out laughing. He grabbed her hand and threw her onto the bed. He jumped on top of her and then rolled over so she was lying on him. He attacked her ass with both hands, pressing them inside her panties, into her crack, into her crotch as she spread her legs. He kissed her for a long time and then he released her.

"I'm as hot for you now as I was before the elevator, but it's almost three and we both have appointments. He grabbed the phone and called for a cab. Reluctantly he watched as Jackie put her dress on and straightened herself for the outside world.

George donned a tie and coat and took her to her cab. He kissed her one last time, waved and prepared to get to his meeting. 

Chapter 2

George was in a pleasant mood as he sat in the Orion restaurant, eating dinner and listening to a solo violinist. His luncheon with Jackie had been outstanding and his business meeting in afternoon had garnered him of a larger order than he had anticipated. It looked like he might get a long-term agreement with this company as well.

As he waited for desert, he pulled out an entertainment guide that he had picked up on the way in. He browsed through is looking for an interesting nightspot. He noticed that a couple of nightclubs held "ladies night" on Wednesdays. One in particular caught his attention, advertising a "hot legs contest."

After desert and coffee, George headed for the Intimate Rendezvous nightclub. He was surprised to find it in a quiet residential district of the city. The parking lot was only large enough for about forty cars, and it was less than half full. There was a small sign out in front, but otherwise the building looked like it could have housed a dentist's office.

George was surprised again when he got hit with a ten-dollar cover charge at the door. The guy collecting explained that, on Wednesdays, all males were charged ten dollars to cover prizes for the hot legs contest. The advertisement George read had failed to mention that.

Intimate accurately described the atmosphere of the small club. It had a tiny dance floor but no place for live entertainment. George heard music playing and spotted a console with a tape system in one corner.

The tables were small and closely spaced. The bar could seat no more than ten people comfortably. There were approximately twenty people in the room and George wondered if he might have made a poor choice. Oh well, a quiet evening might be better after all.

George selected a table at the corner of the square dance floor. The waitress who appeared was over forty, but her short little outfit showed a nice figure, top and bottom. George ordered a scotch and water, he decided to have two cocktails and then go back to ginger ale tonight.

"You're new in here, what's your name?" the waitress inquired.

George looked up, a little surprised, "George."

"Where you from, George?" Her voice was soft and friendly.

"Arizona, Tucson."

"Well, George from Tucson, this is a friendly little establishment and most of the people know one another, at least by name. So enjoy yourself and get to know some of the others. My name is Jolynn. I think you'll enjoy the contest later on."

"George smiled, "That's quite a spiel, Jolynn; I'll try to take your advice."

As George surveyed the room from his seat he saw that the customer's were split about fifty/fifty between males and females. He judged that the average female age was eight to ten years younger than the average male age. There were several men about George's age, however he saw only two women who could be over thirty, not counting the waitress, and they couldn't be much over.

The music, although it was rock, was not blaring as in some bars. It would not disrupt conversation with others at the same table. Somehow, the quiet, close atmosphere and friendly waitress appealed to George, on this particular night. George noted that a second waitress, the only other, was much younger than Jolynn.

George sipped his scotch and looked around the club a second time. There was one man sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. George decided to see if he could scope which girls would be the hot legs contest entrants. He took a pencil from his coat pocket and prepared to jot his guesses on his napkin.




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He counted eleven women sitting at tables. He decided to eliminate the two that looked to be over thirty, although one of them was very attractive with short brown hair and brown eyes, visible through large, round glasses. There were three girls sitting two tables away, and all were fairly attractive, two blond and one brunette. They all wore nice looking dresses, but none had on a dance costume. George jotted down a note for the brunette; she appeared to be the tallest and seemed to be the most talkative of the trio.

Another brunette, at the next table to the left, was dressed in a short, red outfit. She was with a guy but by her outfit she was clearly a candidate.

George found another trio of girls sitting across the floor from him. They were all attractive, but looked like a rather shy group. George jotted down the blond in the long yellow dress, because she had a very pretty face and George wanted to see her legs.

The last pair of females sat close to the outer wall. George picked the blond because she had a prettier face than the redhead did. Maybe they would both enter.

As he was finishing his prognostication, he looked up to see a new female enter the club. He immediately jotted her on his list. She was tall, blond and gorgeous. She wore a loose white blouse tucked into a short black leather skirt. Her nylons were white, but extremely sheer, and her heels were black spikes. She had a gold chain around her throat and tiny gold earrings. She walked to the bar, kissed the bartender lightly on the lips and slipped onto a stool.

A few more patrons entered the bar, mostly men. Two young ladies entered, but they appeared to George to be business types and he didn't add to his list of five.

A handsome man, about thirty George guessed, came in and surveyed the bar. He had an amazing resemblance to Robert Redford. He talked to the bartender and then looked around the bar again. He walked to the table that George had selected his first entrant from. He asked one of the blondes to dance and the couple stepped onto the small, hardwood floor; they were there alone.

George studied the girl who had been selected to dance, from all the ones in the room. She was quite attractive. She had dark blond hair and blue eyes, medium height and very well built. She wore a short sleeved green dress that fit snugly at the top, with the skirt falling loosely to her knees. She seemed to know the guy and allowed him to pull her closely against him as they twirled slowly, cheek to cheek.

George had finished his first drink and Jolynn came over to see if he wanted another. "Not just yet," he told her. "Since you know everyone here, which female would you recommend that I ask for a dance?"

She thought for a moment. "I'd say Marge," she pointed to the over thirty couple. "She's the one on the right. She's a real sweetheart, divorced; she's had a rough time with a couple of real losers. She's pretty quiet, but a lot of fun once you get to know her."

"What about the gal at the bar?"

"Christine? She's a great looking woman and she knows it. She's too stuck on herself to be good for any man. She'd be an exciting one night stand, - if you want to try it."

"Who's the guy dancing?"

"That's Todd. He's a local disk jockey and very prominent bachelor on the singles scene. He hosts the contest later on. The girl with him is Diane. She's in here a lot, but I've never seen them together before. I guess he's looking for new horizons to conquer."

George waited for a new song over the speakers and asked Marge to dance. She said, "No thank you."

"Thanks a lot, Jolynn," He muttered under his breath. Not to be deterred, he walked around the floor and asked the girl in the long yellow dress to dance. She jumped up brightly and gave him her hand.

Although this young lady had a pretty smile and a soft quiet voice, she felt stiff in George's arms. They talked quietly about the music, about her work as a secretary and about Dayton as a place to live. He told her his name and where he lived and what he did for a living; she didn't seem terribly interested. Near the end of the song the girl, Linda, began to relax just a bit. George enjoyed the second dance a little more as she allowed him to hold her more naturally.

George glanced over at the only other couple dancing, Todd and Diane. They were doing much better than George and Linda were. Diane had her arms raised around Todd's neck and he was resting his hands lightly on her ass. They talked quietly also, and every once in a while they punctuated the conversation with a short kiss. If they had not been together before, they were getting to know one another in a hurry.

Soon there were other couples dancing, but George paid little attention to them. The music stopped and Linda said, "Thank you! That's enough for right now, maybe later." She started back to her table. George followed and thanked her for the dance. He looked at the time and realized that the hot legs contest was scheduled to start in fifteen minutes.

He was still nursing his first drink when Jolynn came over and asked him if he wanted to be a judge for the contest. "Why not," George replied, "What do I have to do?"

Jolynn handed him a sheet of paper and a pencil. The paper looked like a ballot with the names of five girls on it and three lines next to each girl's name.

"You just have to give each contestant scores from one to twenty for three categories, overall attractiveness, how good her legs look and how much you like her routine. There will be two other judges. The girl with the best total of all three ballots will go up against the last contest winner."

"Who was the last winner?"

"Christine, the girl at the bar won last Wednesday."

George reviewed the names on the ballot, Linda, Marcie, Janelle, Marge and Diane. He was surprised to note Linda and Marge on the list. Linda had not seemed the type to lift her skirt and parade around a bar and from what Jolynn had said about Marge, he hadn't expected her name on the list either.

"Who are the other judges?"

"Todd is one and the other is Russ, the guy at the bar. He's a regular in here every Wednesday night."

George asked Jolynn to bring him a glass of ginger ale. "If I'm going to be a fair judge of hot legs, I'd better stay sober, right?"

She smiled, "That's not a necessary qualification for judging this contest; in fact it may be detrimental."

She asked for his last name so that he could be introduced as a judge. After she left, George compared the ballot to his napkin. He had picked Diane and Linda, but not Marge. He couldn't tell yet if the other contestants matched his napkin picks or not.

If Todd were one of the judges, it seemed he was already prejudiced after dancing with Diane and feeling her ass. He looked at the dance floor, but they were no longer dancing and Diane was back sitting with her girlfriends.

Jolynn appeared again with the man from the bar in tow. "George, I'd like you to meet Russ, he's one of the other judges."

George shook hands with Russ who sat down in the other chair at the table. He had a ballot like the one George had been issued. "Arizona, you're a long way from home."

"Business," George answered, "Dayton is a promising area for my company's products."

Russ was distinctly middle age, around fifty. He was rather sloppily dressed in a rumpled suit and scuffed shoes.

"You'll enjoy watching these girls perform. Some of them really get into it. Wait till you see Christine, she's a real knockout. She's the one sitting at the bar."

"Do you know all the contestants?"

"Yeah, but I've never seen Marge or Linda in the contest before. Marge comes in here a lot, but usually has a couple of drinks and watches the contest with her friend and they leave alone. I only remember seeing Linda in here once before. I danced with her one time."

"What about the others?"

"They're regulars. Diane has won once or twice. But nobody beats Christine. When she shows up, it's no contest. But she doesn't come in all that often."

"Is Todd always the MC?"

"No, he's fairly new; this is only the third or fourth contest for him. Excuse me will you? I've got my eye on someone I want to dance with."

Russ picked on the other blond at Diane's table and she agreed to dance with him. They looked rather awkward together. Russ wanted to hold her tighter than she wanted to be held so their dancing appeared more like a struggle than a mutual endeavor.  

George noted that Marge's friend was on the dance floor and so was the lovely Christine. He looked over at Marge. She was sipping a drink and watching her friend dance. George found himself looking forward to her hot legs routine. 

Chapter 3

When the current song finished everyone on the dance floor returned to his or her table and there was a clear waft of anticipation in the room. George spotted Todd back by the tape system, coming toward the dance floor with a microphone, dragging a long cord with him. Applause greeted his arrival on the floor. Todd waved to the patrons and spoke into the mike, "Good evening, I'm Todd and I'll be the host for tonight's hot legs contest. This is the forty-fifth bi-weekly contest here at the Intimate Rendezvous and those of you who have seen one before know that they are exiting. We've got a fabulous looking lineup of young ladies here tonight to show us their legs, -- and maybe more." He leered at the crowd and got a smattering of applause.

"Also, our defending champion, Christine is here tonight to accept the challenge of this week's winner. If you haven't seen this young lady's hot legs routine, well you are in for a real treat."

George wondered if he was supposed to judge the challenge match as well as the main contest.

Todd continued, "I'm going to be one of the judges tonight as well as your host. We have two other judges with sharp eyes for legs and talent. Russ Johnson has judged several of our contests and returns tonight to lend his practiced eye to the balloting." Todd pointed to where Russ was standing at the bar. About three people applauded.

"And, we have a celebrity judge from Tucson, Arizona, Mr. George Thomas." Todd pointed at George's table and the same three people applauded.

"Now that we've introduced the judges, I'll explain the rules. The girls each have two minutes to display their lovely legs to the judges and to the audience. Each girl selects her own music. Audience, if you like a particular young lady, let her and the judges know it with your applause. Each contestant will be judged on overall appearance, her legs, and her routine. Total score from the three judges will determine the winner. It's that simple."

"And now let me introduce our first contestant of the evening. Her name is Linda and this is the very first hot legs contest that Linda has ever entered. So, let's let her know we appreciate her efforts." Todd raised his arms and motioned Linda to come forward. The crowd clapped as the tall blonde walked to the center of the dance area. Todd retreated to an empty chair at the side.

The lights in the room were suddenly turned out and a spotlight illuminated the dance floor. Linda stood nervously awaiting the music. The speakers finally sounded a country western number with fiddles and banjos.

Linda twirled in one direction and then back the other way to the music. Her long, yellow skirt drifted up around her knees. Then she reached down and raised the front hem to her waist and twirled around some more.

George watched intently, taking his role as a judge seriously and not wanting to miss anything that might affect his verdict.

Linda was at least 5' 9" and her legs were long and lovely. Her nylons were sheer, with just a tinge of yellow, and were held in place by snow-white garters.

The crowd clapped in time to the music and one of the girls at Linda's table yelled out, "Higher, Linda, higher."

Linda responded and lifted the front of her dress up to her chest. This allowed the audience to see all of her legs and the front of her lovely white panties as well. Several whistles came from the men in the crowd.

Linda seemed uncertain what to do next. She was only about a minute into her show. "Show us the back," someone encouraged. She lowered the front of her dress and then bunched the dress all the way around above her waist. She twirled slowly to give the audience a chance to appreciate her legs from all sides, and her white panties also. She continued twirling and added a couple of kick steps like a cheerleader.

To complete her act, Linda dropped into the splits, still holding her skirt bunched around her waist. She raised the front of the skirt high to allow those in front of her, including George to view her pantied crotch pressed against the floor. The crowd applauded politely and Todd came forward and gave her his hand to help her off the floor. She smiled, bowed and walked back to her table.

"That was lovely, Linda, you have beautiful long legs and those pretty white panties were a little extra treat, right audience?" The audience agreed with more clapping.

George jotted some tentative scores on his ballot, but didn't fill in the score lines. He decided to watch all of the girls and score them at the end.

"Our next contestant has been out here twice before. Although she hasn't won here, she has won twice at other contests in the Dayton area. Audience, welcome please, Marcie."

Marcie turned out to be the brunette in the red outfit that George had selected on his napkin. She walked cockily into the spotlight. She looked a bit like a hooker with heavy eye shadow, a very short red dress with a fringed hemline, black stockings and red spike heels.

Marcie's tape blared from the speakers, a loud rock number. She started her act with a high kick that was extremely revealing. Under the short red skirt, she had on a black garter belt and red bikini panties. Her kick disclosed a white strip of bare thigh above her stockings. The panties were skimpy to say the least.

Marcie treated the crowd to several more kicks, turning after each one so that everyone could get the benefit of her display. With each kick, the fringed skirt flew up and the little panty was stretched over her crotch so that the material just barely covered her pubic area and pussy.

The crowd was enjoying Marcie's display and encouraged her with whistles and applause. As she became a little winded from the exertion of her kicks, she began to lengthen the interval between kicks. She stepped to the edge of the floor and raised her leg in a kick that nearly caught her foot on a table. Then she walked to another table and repeated the same thing for the benefit of another set of watchers.

When she got to George's table, instead of giving a fast kick, she lifted her leg and held it in the air, giving him a fantastic shot of her legs and crotch, covered by the thinnest little strip of red cloth.

Marcie repeated her slow kick for Todd's benefit also, before she returned to the center of the floor. Now she planted her feet apart, raised her little skirt, and bent forward from the waist. Her legs stretched taught and her lovely ass and crotch, with very minimal cover, were displayed for the judges to appreciate. In this position, she rotated slowly so that the entire room got a chance for the erotic view.

George thought back to the night before. If Marcie had put on this show at the Gorilla Cage, someone would have planted a hand right between her legs.

Marcie finished her routine by doing a handstand, her legs spread wide, and her dress up around her chest. George was sure he could see a little black hair sticking out from under the little panty. She couldn't hold the hand stand very long, but the crowd applauded wildly as she bowed and ran off the floor.

George jotted his notes on Marcie on his ballot. He gave her top marks for her routine, but the scores for her appearance and for her legs were low. George hated black stockings anyway, the sheerer, the better.

Todd was writing on his ballot also. When the applause died away, he rose and came back on the mike. "Marcie, that was fantastic; I got tired just watching you. I'm not sure though if anyone paid much attention to your legs." This brought an agreeing laugh from the crowd.

"Our third young lady is Janelle, who is trying our contest for the second time. Four weeks ago, she was our runner up. Better luck this time, Janelle.

A small and smiling redhead walked onto the floor. George remembered that he had not written her on his napkin because the girl she was with had a prettier face. Janelle was no knockout, but she was cute and had a radiant smile. Her red hair was also a big asset. It hung halfway down her back and was not the lusty red of a Rhonda Fleming, but the more subdued red of say -- Ann Margaret.

Janelle whore a dark green dress, (certainly the best color to complement her hair), knee length. She was quite tan for a lightly complected girl. George wondered if maybe her hair color wasn't natural. She wore open toed heels to match her dress and the shoes revealed that she was not wearing hose.

Janelle's music was a soft ballad, indicating that her act would be less athletic than Marcie's. She began by twirling slowly and letting her thin dress float away from her legs. Like Linda, she raised the front of her dress and showed the front of her bare legs to the audience. Then she dropped the front and raised the back, parading around to show the flip side of her legs. So far, the crowd was showing little enthusiasm.

Janelle next bunched her entire skirt up over her waist, displaying her legs and panties. Her panties were yellow, a color George had seldom seen in women's underwear. The translucent material could not entirely conceal her red bush in front. "I guess she is a natural redhead," thought George. She pranced around the floor to make sure that everyone got a look at her fur pie.

Janelle lay on the floor on her back and raised her legs straight up in the air. She lifted her ass off the floor and began doing aerobic exercises with her legs. With her dress above her waist, her yellow panties were the focus of everyone's attention. A few whistles and some applause came from the patrons.

As her time neared its end, Janelle spread her legs wide and reached between them with one hand. She pulled her panty away from her crotch giving those close to the dance floor, and with the right angle, a nice shot of her pussy lips. She held the erotic pose for several seconds and then got to her feet and walked off, to several loud catcalls.

George scored Janelle about the same as Marcie, lower for her routine, but higher on appearance.

Todd was up again. "Thank you Janelle! She's what you call a real tomato, right folks?" This time he got only a small laugh.

"Our fourth contestant is a grade school teacher and another rookie of the evening. Marge is a schoolteacher and she has never been in a hot-legs contest before, anywhere. Let's give her a lot of encouragement because I'm sure she's a bit nervous but she has a lovely pair of legs to show us."

George was surprised at the enthusiasm shown by the crowd. They clapped loudly as Marge walked timidly onto the floor. There were whistles as well and someone yelled, "Go get 'em Margie." She smiled in the direction of the encouragement.

Soft piano music drifted from the speakers and Marge twirled slowly. She was wearing a simple, sleeveless, black dress with a high neckline. She wore a red necklace and bracelet and red high heels as the accents. Her nylons were very sheer, which attracted George. She had short brown hair with blond highlights streaked through it. Her face had a quiet beauty that came with experiencing life and her figure was way above average, even for a woman ten years younger than she was. She easily scored higher in appearance than any of the other contestants.




George: Book 04



Marge was clearly hesitant about lifting her dress in front of fifty or so people. But, for whatever reason, that's what she was out there to do. She finally reached for the hem of her dress at either side. George noted that the skirt had loops at the side, like little handles. She hooked her hands in the loops and raised them to her hips. The crowd responded with generous applause and a few cheers and whistles.

The schoolteacher responded to the audience with a pretty smile and raised her hands to her waist. George caught a glimpse of her stocking tops and the straps of a white garter belt as she turned. Her legs were very shapely, ankles and knees just right, firm thighs, very nice.

"Higher, Marge, higher," a female voice called out. It came from the friend she had been sitting with; Marge was in no hurry. Ever so slowly, she raised her hands, pulling the black dress up her frame and revealing more of her lovely self.

The bare flesh above her stockings was now visible and the crowd sensed that they might be able to influence just how much the young woman would reveal. Several people began to chant, "Higher, higher, higher." Most of the audience picked up the chant and the piano music was drowned out. Clearly, Marge's simple routine had turned on the crowd more than any of the others. George knew that he was certainly turned on.

The bottom of Marge's snow-white panties was slowly revealed as she continued to twirl with her hands at shoulder level. The thin silk could not hide her light brown thatch that appeared to be trimmed neatly. The crowd was chanting louder, "Higher, higher, higher."

Marge had the hem of her dress at eye level now and her entire panty was visible. She showed no sign that she was finished with her show. The top of her white garter belt, around her waist began to come into view. "Higher, higher, higher."

Marge began to bunch the hem of her dress in her hands so she could lift it higher without raising her arms further. George was so turned on that, when he reached for his ginger ale to take a sip, he nearly spilled it. And still, the dress levitated upward. The bottom of Marge's brassiere showed that it too was white. As more of the under garment was revealed, the fact that Marge had a very shapely bosom was also evident.

As the piano tape completed, the rookie contestant had her entire dress bunched up around her neck, revealing a beautiful figure that had to be the envy almost every female in the room. The audience clapped long and hard, although when Marge suddenly dropped the dress back into place, a few boos were sounded. Marge was smiling, in relief and also in general pleasure at the reception that she was getting.

George gave her top marks in all three categories and was sure she would be the winner. It was no contest.

Todd was ready to make his comments. "Thanks Marge. You may be a rookie, but that was a great performance. If you'd like to come back and enter our wet T-shirt contest, I'm sure you'd get high marks there too." This brought renewed cheers from the crowd.

"Our fifth young lady is a veteran who has won this contest twice before and always puts on a delightful display. She truly has - hot legs! -. Would you welcome Diane?"

Diane appeared in the spotlight revealing that she had changed clothes. Instead of her dress, she was wearing a white blouse and tight, royal blue, wrap-around mini skirt. She had blue accent jewelry, blue heels and, like Marge, very sheer stockings.

As her rock number began blaring from the speakers, Diane stood facing the judges, feet apart. She unfastened the belt and whipped it off. In a flash, she unfastened the top of her skirt and removed that also. She tossed the belt and skirt aside. Blue garters held up her sheer nylons. The white blouse denied a view of her underwear.

To take care of that problem, Diane unbuttoned the front of the blouse and let it fall open. A two piece ensemble of skimpy blue under garments was revealed. Her bra covered barely the lower half of her nicely shaped breasts, but it was the other garment that caused the most stirring in the crowd. Her panty had no sides at all. It was merely a waistband with a small strip of blue cloth stretched between Diane's legs. It wasn't a G-string, but it wasn't much more either.

Lot's of whistles and catcalls sounded as Diane twirled to give everyone the benefit of her tiny coverings. After several revolutions, hands on her hips to hold her blouse open, she bent forward from the waist and turned to give everyone a back door shot. This too was spectacular.

With her feet still spread apart, her entire crotch was visible from the rear, with the just a slender wisp of clothe covering the outer lips of her pussy. With her ass facing the judges, she rotated her upper body, which made her ass rotate also. George knew that every man in the place must be aching to strip away those little blue panties and plunge into the hidden cave underneath.

Diane hadn't reached the height of eroticism yet. She reached a hand down the front of her panty and stuck two fingers out each side of the material between her legs. She wriggled the fingers seductively at the audience and shuffled her feet to rotate her ass around the ring of spectators.

The crowd was applauding as loudly as they had for Marge, and George was no longer sure that she would be the clear-cut winner. "Who cares about her legs," someone yelled, "look at that fantastic ass."

"Get your fingers out of the way, honey. Let's see your fuck hole."

Diane decided that this pose had gone far enough. She straightened up and reached for her bra in front. She unclasped the cups, but held them together with her hands. She pranced around like that, taunting the crowd by not showing them what they wanted so badly to see.

"Come on, baby, let's see if your tits are as nice as your ass."

"Tits, tits, tits," started the chant.

Diane obliged by pulling one cup away for an instant giving the crowd a quick flash of a nice round breast and large pink nipple.

"Tits, tits, tits." The noise clamored.

Diane again pulled away her right cup and paraded around the floor showing the uncovered tit on all sides.

"Both tits, both tits, both tits," the chant was altered.

Diane clearly had one choice. Coyly and slowly, she drew the front of her bra open and revealed her lovely young treasures. George pictured Todd ravaging those lovely breasts later in the evening. Diane continued turning to give everyone a clear view of her tits, jutting proudly in front of her.

"Pussy, pussy, pussy," someone started the chant and everyone picked it up quickly. Immediately, Diane's hands dropped to the sides of the little garment around her waist. She inched the waistband down and waited for the crowd to increase the chant.

"Pussy, pussy, pussy."

She inched the garment over her pubic mound and slowly down her legs. Then she turned, spread her feet and bent forward from the waist, giving the crowd what they were after. The spotlight showed brightly on her glistening pussy. The crowd went wild. She rotated once around the circle of spectators and then stood up and jerked the panty back into place. She didn't bother to refasten her bra. She bowed to the applause, letting her tits flop free. She picked up her discarded skirt and belt and headed for the dressing rooms. The applause followed her.

Todd was on his feet clapping too. Clearly he was not an impartial judge. "Fantastic, Diane, clearly your legs weren't the only hot part of your body. I think you gave every guy in the audience a hot leg. I'd like to have the dry cleaning concession from this evening."

"Seriously audience, let's thank all of the beautiful young ladies that entertained us tonight. They were all just fabulous. Our judges will vote and we will have the results in half an hour. Meanwhile you can work off some of your frustrations by rubbing bodies on the dance floor."

"Thank you, and don't forget we still have our hot legs challenge between tonight's winner and champion from two weeks ago, Christine." 

Chapter 4

George turned his attention to the ballot on his table. He scored Marge first, giving her twenty for appearance, twenty for legs and eighteen for her routine. To Diane he gave twenty for her routine, eighteen for legs and eighteen for appearance. The other three contestants, he scored at below fifty for their totals.

Russ came over and sat down. The two judges compared their ballots. Russ had given Marge a total of fifty-seven and Diane a total of fifty-six. The others didn't matter.

Jolynn arrived with another ginger ale for George and she collected the two ballots. She glanced at the scores and winked at George. "I told you she was a sweetheart."

After she had left, Russ left too. A few minutes later, he was dancing with the redhead. George decided to try Marge again, but when he approached her table, a young stud was talking to her and as George watched, the stud led her to the dance floor. George settled for a tall blond, one of the business types he had spotted earlier.

As he danced with the girl and made small talk, most of his attention was focussed on Marge and her dance partner. They didn't seem to be hitting it off very well. The young stud seemed to be in a hurry to become familiar with Marge and start taking liberties. He tried pulling her in close but she stayed her distance and kept his hands above her waist.

Diane was back, still in her hot legs outfit, and dancing with Todd. She appeared to be asking him what the outcome of the contest was. Apparently, he didn't know the answer. He told her that she was definitely the winner on his ballot. Seeking to take advantage of his vote, he moved his hands down her skirt to the top of her ass and rested them their. He got no resistance from her.

As the first song ended, Marge headed back to her table without hesitation. The stud seemed to realize that he had struck out. He didn't even follow her but started looking around for someone more compatible. George returned his dance partner to her girlfriend. He hadn't even bothered to find out her name.

When he looked for Marge, she had left her table for the ladies room. George decided to try and get a dance with the fabled Christine; he was a little surprised when she agreed. He studied her as she walked ahead of him toward the floor. She looked like a classy chick, very well dressed, outstanding face and figure, sexy walk. Her problem George decided, as he began talking with her, was that she knew all of this and it had gone a bit to her head. The only interest George could detect in her was for Christine. She seemed so self-centered that George was turned off, even though she willingly pressed her beautiful body against him. She was an excellent dancer.

During their second number together, George just stopped conversing and enjoyed Christine's lovely aroma and the smooth feel of her gorgeous body pressed against his. After that dance, he walked her back to the bar.

George watched the dancers and sipped ginger ale. Russ was now with the yellow dress and not doing too well. They weren't dancing close and weren't talking much either.

Todd and Diane were locked in close embrace, his hands stroking her ass. There was a couple headed for bed together if George had ever seen one. For a little variety, Todd removed one hand from her ass and slipped it inside the front of her blouse to feel a little titty. This brought one of Diane's hands down to feel Todd's ass.

Marge walked back into the room and sat down. Her friend was out on the dance floor. George found himself walking toward her table for the third time.

"Would you care to dance, Marge?"

She looked up and recognized him. "You don't seem to take no for an answer."

"I do in some cases, but not this one."

He thought she was about to turn him down again, but then she said, "You were one of the judges weren't you?"

"Yes."

"And how did you judge me?" A sly smile crossed her mouth.

"George leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That's what I want to talk to you about on the dance floor."

This got a little laugh and she said, "Ok, you can't be any worse than the last one."

It was George's turn to laugh, "Yeah, I noticed."

As expected, Marge held her distance as they began dancing. But, when George allowed her to set the tenure, she relaxed quickly and seemed to enjoy dancing and conversing with him. She didn't move any closer though, which disappointed him.

As George chatted, without his mind on the conversation, he wondered what it was about Marge that attracted him. Certainly, she had a lovely figure, her hair was beautifully styled and her face was quite pretty. But there was something more. George decided it was a look of simple innocence that very few women over the age of seventeen had nowadays. Marge had big brown eyes, a warm, sincere smile and her dress was so simple yet gave such an elegant effect. And her oversized glasses gave her the appearance of such sophistication that she looked totally out of place in a bar.

As the music faded, Todd had his microphone back and announced that the hot legs contest judges had determined a winner for the current week. "Good luck!" George whispered to Marge and he escorted her back to her table.

"Will the five young ladies please come out to the center of the floor?" They trooped out and lined up along the wall that bordered one side of the floor.

"Each of our contestants will receive free drinks for the next two weeks. The winner will receive seventy five dollars cash in addition to the free drinks."

"The voting was extremely close and we have a split decision. The winning total was 171 points out of a possible 180, and the winner is Marge. Congratulations Marge!"

Marge appeared to be very genuinely surprised as she covered her mouth with her hands and let out a happy squeal. The other girls congratulated her. Diane looked extremely peeved.

Todd continued, "In fifteen minutes, we'll have our challenge match between Marge and Christine for fifty dollars and the right to come back in two weeks, if she wants to, and match the winner for that evening."

George found himself looking forward to the challenge match with great relish. As Jolynn walked by, he asked if he were to judge the challenge. "No," she told him, "We use an applause meter for this one."

George walked over to Marge's table and congratulated her, wished her good luck in the challenge and made her promise him a dance afterward. She introduced him to her friend Annette. "She's the one who got me into this mess in the first place."

"Well," said George, "maybe in two weeks, Annette can enter and the two of you can be in the challenge."

"Annette spoke up, "where did you find this charmer, Marge?"

"He used his position of influence as a judge to get me to dance with him."

"It looks like he used his influence as a judge to make you the winner."

"That's right," George jumped in, "Don't tell anyone, but you won by a single point."

Annette was hip, "That's because our fair minded MC has been feeling up one of the contestants all evening. If you had danced with George here the first time he asked you, you would have won much more easily."

Marge laughed. "God I wonder what the parents of my five-year olds would say if they'd seen me out there tonight."

"I can call and get some of them down here if you want to find out. You have to do it again, you know."

"Can't I just forfeit? I mean before I didn't know any men in here, but now I've met George and I've danced with a couple of others. I'll be even more embarrassed this time."

"So what, we agreed, you need to loosen up and honey you sure took a big step tonight. Marge, you were hot!"

George listened to the two friends' discussion. Marge turned to him. "Tell me, do you really think it's appropriate for a kindergarten teacher to be out doing a strip tease in a crowded bar just to satisfy a friend?"

George was on the spot. "If you were in the bar I was in last night I would have said, "No way!" but this is a pretty high class crowd. You can see that they really warmed up to you, whereas they didn't think much of Marcie and Janelle."

"What about Diane? They sure liked her."

George nodded, "Eh, two out of three."

Annette chimed in, "Anyhow it was not a strip tease. You didn't remove a single thing."

Marge told George she wanted to be left alone to, "contemplate her fate." George asked Annette to dance, so Marge could be alone. "Good luck!" George said to Marge before he and Annette walked off. "I really mean that." Marge smiled wanly.

On the dance floor, George pumped Annette for information about Marge. He found she was divorced once and had a couple of other sad affairs. She had withdrawn from social life and Annette was trying to prod her into trying men again. This idea of the hot legs contest was to give her confidence that she was still a desirable woman.

George found Annette attractive and pleasant to dance with. She was just a bit pushy for George's taste. And, it turned out she was happily married. She didn't mind flirting on the dance floor though. She pressed herself eagerly against George and rubbed her nice tits against his chest. She turned so that she could press her leg against his crotch. When the music stopped, she brushed his cheek with her lips and whispered, "Thanks." 

Chapter 5

Todd rounded up his microphone and introduced Marge a second time. The lights dimmed and the crowd applauded and shouted their encouragement. Marge looked frightened but determined to go through with her show a second time. She concentrated on the music and tried to forget about all the people watching her.

The beginning of Marge's show showed the same progress as the first time. But once her white panties were on display, she raised her dress no higher. Instead, she strutted around the dance floor and did a few leg kicks. Twice, she turned her back to the audience and bent forward to stretch her legs and provide a wonderful exposure of her rear side.

At the end, the crowd applauded loudly, although, they probably wanted to see more of Marge's body than she offered.

After Marge sat down and the applause died out, Todd introduced Christine. The applause that greeted her was about the same as for Marge.

Christine walked to the center of the dance floor. A big band sound came over the speakers and she immediately unfastened the waistband of her short skirt and dropped it to the floor. She stepped out of it and left it lay in a heap. Her sheer nylons were held in place by thin black garters and her panties were made of black satin and very tiny, even tinier than Diane's was.

The sudden exposure elicited several whistles form the onlookers. Christine smiled in response and strutted around the floor. Her legs were perfect, long, shapely and tanned. Her hipbones stuck out, uncovered by the black patch of cloth in front. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her pelvis forward at the crowd. Then she turned and leaned forward to thrust her ass at the same audience; the backside was less covered than the front.

Christine paraded around the floor and repeated her thrusts so that everyone in the room got a good angle to view her intimate charms. Next she raised one leg straight up in the air and held it in that position with her knee right beside her face. She hopped around on one shoe. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, covered by the thinnest strip of black satin.

George had to admit that Christine had fantastic legs and was displaying them in the most erotic manner imaginable. She released her leg with one hand and held it still straight up with one hand. She ran her free hand from her knee down to her extended crotch and rubbed the material over her pussy with her finger tips.




George: Book 04



The crowd showed their appreciation with more whistles and catcalls. George was sure that the girl would have been raped in the center of the floor if this had been the Gorilla Cage.

At last, Christine lowered her leg back to the floor and did a couple of high kicks and fell into the splits as her routine climaxed. The applause told George that she was a clear winner. As she put her skirt back on, Marge was called back to the floor for the voting. The applause meter was just a formality. As George had predicted, Christine was a clear choice to the ear and to the meter.

Marge walked over and gave Christine a little hug of congratulation. They stood and talked for several moments and then left the floor as Todd extolled their efforts.

George sipped his ginger ale and waited for the dance music to begin. He was surprised at how many people headed for the exit now that the contest was completed. It was a weeknight, but it was only ten minutes to eleven. By the time the dance music started, at least half of the patrons had departed.

George walked over to Marge and Annette's table and reminded Marge that she had promised him a dance. She smiled and hopped up without hesitation.

As they started to dance, George's mind was elsewhere. He watched Todd ask Christine for a dance and watched them for a minute, remembering her fantastic body against his earlier. He wondered what had happened to Diane.

George was suddenly drawn out of his musing by a question from Marge, "Tell me, George, are you over forty?"

George hesitated and then answered slowly, "Well -- just barely."

As if his answer made no difference, she continued, "Why are there no gentlemen under forty?"

"I'm not sure that there aren't. Am I to assume that you haven't found any?"

"Let me put it this way. This is supposed to be one of the nicest nightclubs in Dayton. They charge a stiff cover to keep out the riff-raff. Annette and I come in here to relax and dance and have a good time."

"And you don't have a good time?" George interrupted.

"Every time I go out on that dance floor with a young, good looking guy, it's more like a wrestling match than a dance. Annette doesn't mind it. She can get a fuck from her husband any time she wants it, but she still enjoys coming here and rubbing crotches with the young studs."

George was more than a little shocked by the "F" word coming from this innocent schoolteacher. "Why do you keep coming here if you don't enjoy it?"

"I don't know for sure. I'm as horny as the next female, but I just won't let a guy feel me up in the first five minutes of our acquaintance. I keep hoping that I can meet just one guy who will wait for the second dance."

"This is our second dance."

"Yes it is; and you're over forty and from Arizona."

George laughed, "Some horny women would settle for that."

As they glided slowly across the floor, George asked, "Are you disappointed that you didn't beat Christine?"

"No, she looks fantastic. I'm just glad it's over. The only reason I did it was because I lost a bet to Annette."

"What kind of bet?"

"We were sitting at the same table two weeks ago and a guy asked Annette to dance. After she came back, she told me he wasn't wearing any underwear. I asked her how she knew and she said he told her."

"He just came out and said, I'm not wearing any underwear?"

"Well I guess she suspected it and asked him. I'm not sure exactly how it went. Anyhow, she told me she thought she could unzip him on the dance floor and pull it out and give him a hand job. She said he was really sort of a jerk and she would like to show him up for what he was. I told her that was impossible; he'd never let her do that. Anyhow, Annette said, "Wanna bet?" I took her up on it. Then she named the stakes; the loser had to enter the contest tonight. She made me write the bet down and we both signed it."

"And you lost the bet?"

"Annette waited till the crowd thinned out, after Christine had won the contest. I was wrestling with the third or fourth guy and watching her with this guy. She got him over in a corner by the wall. He was after her ass with both hands and she let him get his hands under her skirt to really turn him on. As he was trying to get inside her panties she put her hand right on his fly. When he didn't stop her, she began to slide the zipper down. I couldn't see all of it."

"But you're sure she won the bet?"

"I saw enough. At first she just stuck her hand in the front of his pants and worked it around in there. The guy had a look on his face I can't describe. Finally she drew him out into the open and began really jerking him hard."

"That's incredible."

"He didn't last too long. When he started to come, Annette jumped away from him and the poor jerk had to try to stuff it back in his pants while it was spurting. Then he ran for the rest room. Several people saw what had happened and they got a big kick out of it. The guy never showed up back in the bar. He went out the back door; we haven't seen him since."

"I thought you said this was a classy place."

"It usually is, but things happen occasionally."

"Does Annette cheat on her husband?"

"Not at all, she'd never let another guy in her panties, but she sure likes to tease them. That's why I like going out with her. I know she's not going to team up with some stud and expect me to do the same."

"What if you do find someone you want to go home with?"

"It hasn't happened yet. Anyway, she'd probably be tickled to death if it did. She keeps telling me that the only reason we're coming here is to find me a guy. And I keep consoling her and telling her how much I appreciate her sacrifices for my sake. It's a running joke between us. She loves coming here once a week."

"What goes on here on Wednesday's when there's not a dance contest?"

"Male dancers, both men and women pay the cover charge. The place is usually jammed. There are about four women for every guy."

"The women all come to watch men dance?"

"To watch nearly naked hunks dance. They really whoop it up. The front tables get to hug the dancers and there are some pretty liberal feels taken both ways."

"What do the guys come for?"

"The place is so packed that there is always a crowd of women standing in the back. The guys mingle back there, rubbing bodies, copping a few feels. They do pretty well. Then after the male dance show is over, the taped music starts and the odds are great for the dance floor."

George glanced to the side and saw Russ dancing with Annette. They seemed to be carrying on a spirited conversation. "Who's this Russ character," he asked Marge.

"He's just a lonesome guy that comes in for a little companionship. I think he's pretty wealthy, though you couldn't tell it by looking at him. He gets lots of girls to dance with him, but he always goes home alone."

"Does he come for the male dancer's?"

"I've seen him here a couple of times for them. Annette says he really goosed her one night in the crowd. He didn't think she would know who did it, but she says it was him."

"Why is she dancing with him then?"

Marge laughed, "Maybe she's hoping he'll do it again."

George laughed too, "You're terrible."

Marge was enjoying the spicy conversation and the dancing too. She had finally allowed George to hold her a little closer so they could dance more naturally. Just as he thought she was ready for even more contact, the music stopped and Marge suggested they take a break. 

Chapter 6

George and Marge sat at her table and talked as many others in the Intimate Rendezvous called it an evening. Annette was still out dancing with one of the men who had stayed. Her partner probably thought he was going to get her into bed, but Marge told George that it wouldn't happen.

Todd, Russ, Diane, Christine and one other male were the only other customers left at eleven thirty. Jolynn and the bartender were still around; the young waitress had gone home. "What time does this place close?" asked George.

"Midnight during the week" Marge informed him.

George watched the dancers as they talked. He saw Christine go over to Todd, who was talking to Diane, and ask him to dance. Diane frowned, but accepted the offer from the other guy who was standing by. As soon as the song ended, Diane left her partner and went back to Todd and cut in on Christine for the next number. Todd was alternating between Christine and Diane and it appeared that the two lovely girls were in a competition for him. It also appeared that they didn't care much for one another. As they danced with Todd they both were very attentive, kissing him on the face and allowing his hands to roam over their bodies.

When Todd was with Christine, George paid particular attention. With her arms around his neck, her little skirt rose high enough to reveal the lovely little satin panties, peeking out from under. Todd had his hand under her skirt and was giving one of her exposed cheeks a workout.

George spotted Annette heading off the floor alone. She came over and told Marge she was ready to leave. George had to act fast.

"Won't you stay for one more dance?" he asked Marge, "Then we'll go have a cup of coffee and I'll drive you home."

"Sounds good to me," volunteered Annette. When Marge hesitated, she continued, "I'll give you a call tomorrow evening, honey." She turned and strode resolutely away, not giving Marge any time to object.

Marge started to follow her friend but after three steps she stopped and watched her go. She turned to George and shrugged her shoulders. "I have conferences tomorrow, and they don't start until one o'clock."

"That's great. My meeting tomorrow is a lunch at noon. I'm kind of a night owl anyway and I'd hate to see the evening end so early. Thank you for staying. I will try to show you that it's the right decision."

When George looked back at the dance floor, Diane was with Todd and Christine was dancing with Russ. The other two guys were standing off to the side, watching and drinking.

George said, "I really would like to dance with you again."

Marge was even a bit more relaxed in George's arms this time. For the first time, he felt the pressure of her breasts against his chest and her legs and pelvis brushed against him as they moved. George remembered the pretty white panties and bra she was wearing. He wanted to see them again, up close.

As it neared midnight, George was intrigued by the activity on and around the dance floor. There were five males and only three females, not a symmetrical match-up. Not only that but two of the females had their sights set on the same catch. The guy who had last danced with Annette tried to cut in on George and Marge, but she told him she wasn't interested.

Russ clearly was just hanging around to dance with Christine again if he could. Todd clearly had a choice to make, unless he could talk the girls into a three-way, which George doubted. The other two guys were laying the groundwork to pick up Todd's reject. It looked like the guy who struck out with Annette was not the front runner, having expended some of his attentions in a false start.

Marge and George danced contentedly as Christine and Diane alternated among the four available partners, with Todd the preferred choice for both of them. Russ tried to feel Christine's ass the way Todd had done and was rebuffed sharply. Diane let the other two hangers-on use their hands on her, as long as they didn't try to get up her skirt or under her blouse.

When Diane was with Todd, she allowed his hand to roam free with almost no restrictions. He liked to squeeze her breasts through her blouse, something Christine would not allow. One time, he had both hands on the front of Diane's blouse, working her young tits over without any hint of resistance from her.

Jolynn came out onto the floor and offered all of the remaining customers a chance for a last drink before the bar closed. Russ and the guy named Tom were the only takers. Tom tried to hit on Jolynn but she smoothly rebuffed him.

Christine was with Todd and George watched as Diane cut in again. Christine danced with Russ and then with the guy named Roger. She came back over to Todd and Diane and asked to cut in. Diane had decided to take exception this time. "Get lost you sleazy witch!"

At this outburst, George and Marge stopped dancing to watch. Diane clung to Todd and glared at Christine, who was not going to give up easily. "What did you call me?"

"If you don't leave us alone, I'll call you what you really are." Diane's speech was slurred from the evening's drinking, whereas Christine seemed relatively sober.

"And what is that, dear Diane?"

"A sneaking little slut, Todd's taking me home and you aren't about to do anything about it."

"Isn't that for Todd to decide for himself? – I think he's a big boy now."

Diane reached out and grabbed the front of Christine's blouse and jerked it. She tore off the top button. A glimpse of black underwear was visible.

Christine took a moment to react. "You drunken little slut, look what you did to my blouse." She punched Diane right in the solar plexus.

Diane doubled over for an instant, but recovered quickly and reached out and grabbed a fistful of Christine's gorgeous blond hair. She gave it a hard yank and then let go.

Christine slugged Diane again, a little lower this time. Diane doubled over again for a couple of seconds. Then she tried to kick the other girl in the crotch. Christine dodged out of the way. Todd had stepped back and was now watching with the other spectators.

Diane charged the taller girl, wrapped her arms around Christine's waist and wrestled her to the floor. The two angry females rolled around on the floor, their legs tangled together, presenting the onlookers with a display of garters and underpants as their short skirts were hiked up waist high.

Diane seemed to have a strength advantage. She was built a little more solidly than Christine was. Also, Christine looked more refined and perhaps more reluctant to mix it up, whereas Diane had perhaps been in fights before. Christine's only advantage seemed to be the fact that she was more sober and had her senses about her.

The two girls rolled over and over, first one on top and then the other. At first it seemed they were more intent on swearing at each other than hurting the other one. The men just stood by to watch and no one moved to interfere. 

Diane clearly had the fowler mouth. "You shitty little cocksucker, I'm going to tear your ratty hair out." She reached for Christine's hair and tried to do just that.

At this point, Christine was on the bottom and was getting the worst of it. "Get off me you fat whore."

"And what if I don't want to, you bitch?"

As Diane grabbed Christine's head with both hands and banged it on the floor and then pulled her hair hard, the girl on the bottom got her hands free and ripped open the front of her attacker's blouse. She grabbed the front of Diane's brassiere and squeezed with all her might until Diane had to release her hold to defend her breasts.

Diane hit Christine in the stomach and the taller girl gasped and let go of her hold. Diane sat up straight on Christine's stomach and the two took a breather. Diane recovered first and hit Christine again in the same spot. Then she completely tore open the white blouse and uncovered the little black bra underneath. "Now you slut, I'm going to tear your fancy tits off!"

Diane was about to rip the bra off when Christine gathered her strength and rolled over, throwing Diane off. Christine then tried to crawl away, but Diane tackled her and laid her flat on her stomach. The shorter girl climbed on her opponent's back and attacked her hair again, yanking at it from behind with both hands.

Diane had her opponent in a position where she could do almost nothing. Not only that, but Christine seemed to be losing energy fast. She lay on the floor gasping and putting up almost no resistance. Diane decided to make the most of her advantage. She moved back onto Christine's ass and pulled the back of her blouse until she had ripped it off completely. Then she unfastened the clasp at the back of the taller girl's skirt and unzipped the skirt. She unfastened the little black bra and started pulling the straps off the other girl's shoulders.

Christine knew she was losing, and the possible humiliation she faced at Diane's hands gave her a desperate energy. She lifted herself up and bucked her attacker off and stood up, her bra dangling from her upper arms and her skirt sliding down her legs. She held onto her skirt with one hand and tried to push the bra straps back in place with the other, but Diane took a swipe and caught one cup of the bra in her hand and ripped the garment away from Christine.

The girls stood glaring at each other, catching their breath. The gorgeous Christine was naked from the waist up, her fabulous breasts heaving in exertion. She was trying to zip her skirt back up, but the zipper caught in the material and her tugging was to no avail.

Diane was nearly as winded as Christine, her breasts heaving under the skimpy blue bra that remained in place. Both women had lost their shoes in the scuffle.

Diane turned toward the men watching. "Take a look at those lovely tits on her now. When I'm finished with her, they won't be worth looking at, or her either." She staggered unsteadily toward her enemy.

Christine got her bearings and realized that she had better use her head to get out of this ugly situation. She took advantage of the fact that Diane was pretty drunk and slowed by the alcohol she had consumed. Christine slipped Diane's lunge, forgot about her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She got behind Diane and wrapped her arms around her assailant's waist forcing her to the floor, landing on top of her. The weight landing on her knocked Diane's wind out of her.

Diane lay still, gasping as Christine sat up, straddling her back. Christine now ripped Diane's blouse all the way off and unfastened her bra using the same techniques that Diane had used earlier. Christine grabbed Diane's hair and gave it a couple of yanks for good measure too. "We'll see whose tits are going to get it." She pulled the blue bra off completely. Then she unclasped the wraparound skirt and opened the zipper and ripped it down the back seam. Diane remained winded, gasping, and seemed almost helpless.

Christine grabbed Diane's head with the objective of pounding it into the floor. She managed one knock before Todd and Roger grabbed her arms and pulled her off. "Come on Christine, a fair fight is fine, but you could really do some damage," Todd said.

Christine struggled for a short time and then relented and let Roger lead her to a table, wearing only her black satin panties and her stockings. She sat down heavily in a chair, her lovely chest still heaving. She laid her head down on the table and began crying.

Todd helped Diane, similarly attired in stockings and blue panties, off the floor. He took her to the other side of the dance floor and sat her in a chair, her naked breasts heaving too.

Todd sent Tom to the bar to get each of the girls a soft drink. During the commotion, George and Marge had stood at a corner of the dance floor, George's arm around Marge's waist, watching quietly. Now they went to a corner of the room away from the other people and found a quiet table to sit at.

"I've never seen two women fight like that before", said Marge, her voice a bit shaky.

"I've witnessed a couple of fights, but never with two such attractive women."

"It was kind of exciting. I'm glad they broke it up before someone got hurt though."

"Are you about ready for a cup of coffee?"

"I have to go to the little girl's room first." Marge got up and disappeared.

George looked back to the scene around the dance floor. Todd was consoling Christine, apparently having made his choice. The other three guys were clustered around Diane. Both girls were crying.




George: Book 04



George walked over to where Christine was weeping with Todd talking to her quietly. "Is she all right?" he asked Todd. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"

Christine looked up at George and tried to smile. "Thanks! I'll be Ok."

George walked over to the bar. Tom came up behind him. He took a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to the bartender. "Can you stay open a little longer until the girls settle down?"

The bartender nodded without a word.

Tom went over to the electronics corner and started some quiet music over the speakers. 

Chapter 7

Soft music filled the room and drowned out the weeping of the two girls. As George watched in disbelief, Todd had the lovely Christine on her feet and was dancing with her. Her naked chest was pressed against his shirt. He stroked her hair with one hand and whispered into her ear.

Before long, Roger had Diane on her feet and was on the dance floor with her. Taking his queue from Todd, he gave her a similar treatment. He kept her away from the other couple.

The two gorgeous girls seemed to have lost all of their hostility toward one another; they hardly paid any attention to each other. Neither seemed to mind that they were half-naked, with four men slavering over them.

Marge returned and surveyed the scene in the bar. George rose and was prepared to leave, but was deterred by the young teacher. "I like this music. Why don't we have one more dance? I don't get in on excitement like this very often, I want to stay and find out the outcome."

George stared pointedly at the dancing couples. "You're not dressed properly, but I'll dance with you anyway.

"You're terrible, I'm not sure I should trust you to get me home. I should call a cab." But instead she walked hand in hand to the shiny, hardwood floor. George suggested they take off their shoes and they left them beside a nearby table. They danced close to one another.

"You should have been with me the last two evenings if you like excitement."

"Tell me about it, I'd like to here what you've been up to in Dayton."

As they danced, George related some of the happenings at the Holding tank and the Gorilla Cage. He didn't get into the details of his own sexual exploits, although on questioning, he did admit to some of it.

As he told Marge about his two exciting evenings, she seemed genuinely intrigued. She poured out questions and she seemed a bit turned on by the escapades George described. He took advantage of her interest by holding her tighter in his arms as they danced.

While they were conversing, George was watching the other people in the room. Todd, Roger, Tom and Russ were taking turns enjoying the favors of the two undressed young women. They danced with them, soothed them, stroked their hair and pressed their bodies against them. But, they made no overt sexual advances, as if they were truly gentlemen, just trying to calm the girls before dressing them and sending them home.

Tom was the first to break this pattern. He was dancing with Diane, talking quietly to her, and then he kissed her on the mouth. She responded with little hesitation and he kissed her a second time. Before the second kiss ended, he placed one hand on her chest and lightly massaged her breasts with it. As their lips separated, Roger stepped up and asked to cut in. He took up immediately where Tom had left off, kissing Diane and feeling her full, young tits at the same time.

Then it was Tom's turn again, and then Roger, back and forth. Diane kissed the two men and let them ravish her tits with their hands. Soon, both men were feeling her simultaneously; each had a tit to play with and she turned from one to the other for kisses.

As Marge watched what was going on she let out a low groan. "I'm getting sooo horny! I haven't been so turned on for a long time."

"There's a way we can fix that you know."

"But I don't want to leave, and I don't want to do what I think you're suggesting, -- This is a kind of a fantasy night for me. I just want to watch what happens and I want to have you hold me."

George reached behind Marge's neck and unhooked the clasp on her dress. He began to slide the zipper down and stopped to see what her reaction was going to be.

She tensed immediately. "I shouldn't let you do that; I should slap your face or something."

"But?"

"But, -- Just make sure it's only you and me, I don't want to be passed around like those two."

"I'm a very selfish man. When I find what I really want, I don't share it with anyone."

She smiled up at him and relaxed again. George lowered the zipper to the middle of her back. He inserted his hand through the opening and rubbed her shoulder blades and the nape of her lovely neck.

Christine was now getting double attention, like Diane. Todd was kissing her and feeling one breast while Russ was squeezing the other breast with one hand and his other hand was creeping down the girls back toward her ass.

A look at Diane's situation showed that this threesome was progressing faster than the other was. The guys were shedding their shirts and Diane was working at Roger's belt. She got the belt unbuckled and then went after the clasp and button on his pants. She ripped open the zipper and took a solid grasp on the front of his underwear.

As Roger's pants slid down his legs, he released Diane's hand and backed away. He sat on the floor and started removing his shoes. Diane turned her attention to Tom's belt and pants. Tom had loafers on, kicked them off and helped the young woman's fumbling hands remove his pants.

Roger was back up and the two men resumed kissing Diane. Now instead of her tits, their hands were caressing her ass and stomach. Diane took a firm grasp on each man's cock, through the front of his shorts.

Russ had seen Roger and Tom remove their pants and had stopped feeling Christine long enough to take his shoes and pants off. But it was Todd's pants that Christine wanted off and she started working to that end. With his help, Todd too was soon undressed to his shorts and socks.

Christine didn't just grab the front of Todd's shorts; she took the waistband in one hand, pulled it out and plunged the other hand inside. While she was massaging Todd's cock, he was kissing her and feeling her ass. He pulled her panty down in back and plunged his hand between the back of her legs.

Russ was ready to rejoin them, but he could find no convenient way to do it so he stood watching as the couple kissed and felt one another.

George decided it was time to get bolder with Marge. He finished unzipping Marge's black dress and pulled the straps off her shoulders. She stood still and let him pull the material down her arms. The dress dropped lower and George hung onto it so it wouldn't fall in a heap on the floor. Marge stepped out of the garment and he folded it in half and walked to a table and laid it there.

George looked back at Marge. He had seen her body before, in the hot legs contest. But now, she looked even more exciting and beautiful. Standing in her white underwear -- panties, bra, garter belt, stockings and of course her glasses, she looked so innocent and vulnerable that he wondered if he were doing the right thing.

When he got back to her, she reassured him by coming into his arms and offering her lips to him. He kissed her for the first time and felt her uncovered body trembling against him. When they broke to catch a breath, Marge reminded George, "There's only one of us who's overdressed now."

"You can take off your bra if you want to."

Marge laughed and hit him lightly in the stomach. She grabbed the end of his belt and began to unfasten it. When George took over the removal of his pants, she moved to unbuttoning his shirt. Soon George, like the other four males, was attired in shorts and socks.

Unlike the other two females, Marge did not make a beeline for George's erection. Instead she came into his arms again and they resumed dancing. "Have you ever danced with a man in his underwear before?" George asked in a teasing tone.

"Not on our first date," she teased back.

"I bet you've never done it period."

"When I was in college, we had a fraternity and sorority mixer. It was a pajama party. So I have danced with men in pajamas."

"Boy's you mean."

Marge reached down with one hand and squeezed George's cock through his shorts and quickly let go. "A couple of them could have matched you."

George gave her a sharp swat on the ass and she let out a yelp. The others paid no attention, except Russ who looked over their way. George returned his hand to Marge's ass and massaged it as if to rub away the pain he had caused.

Diane's threesome was getting down to some serious sex. Roger and Tom had removed their shorts so they could rub their bare cocks against Diane's hips and ass. Then they removed her panties so their hands could get at her pussy. They finally ended up on the floor, Diane with her legs spread wide as two hands competed to see who could get his fingers in the farthest. The guys were laying half on top of her. She had a hand between each guy's legs, squeezing their balls for all she was worth as they rubbed their swollen pricks against her.

Whereas Roger and Tom had to compete for the lovely Diane's pussy, they each had a tit to themselves. They sucked and bit on her gorgeous globes as they pumped their fingers inside her.

Diane suddenly became more animated on the floor. She began thrusting her pelvis against the intruding fingers and urging her suitors for more stimulation. "That's it! Finger my hot little hole. I want to drown your fingers with my sweet come. I want you to spurt your juice all over my stomach. Shit! Jam those fingers up my cunt as far as you can. Ohhh Yess! That feels so good."

Suddenly her talk stopped and she went rigid as an orgasm hit her. At the same time, Roger groaned and his cock began spurting semen onto the girl and the floor. Tom was not far behind. Diane squeezed the four nuts in her hands as if to drain them dry. Both men rubbed back and forth against her for maximum effect. At last, they all subsided and lay quietly, massaging each other's sex organs gently to provide a gradual descent from the peak of carnal lust that had captured them.

Next it was Christine's turn. While George and Marge had been watching Diane, Roger and Tom, Christine had pulled down Todd's under shorts, revealing his raging prick. It was clear now why the two girls had competed so vigorously for Todd's favors. He was hung like a stallion.

After Christine stroked his bare cock for a minute or two, Todd decided he was ready to enter her. He continued kissing the lovely blond as he worked her panties down her legs. When they were removed, he sat down and then lay on his back. He pulled Christine down on top of him and she helped direct him inside her.

Christine sat up and began bouncing up and down on Todd. His cock moved in and out of her cunt as he lay watching her with his hands behind his head. Then he motioned Russ over and said something to him. Russ removed his undershorts, revealing a prick about half the size of Todd's. He positioned himself in front of Christine and brought his tool toward her mouth.

The girl was reluctant to open her mouth, but Todd ordered her to do it. After shaking her head and protesting for several moments, she lost the argument. She opened her mouth and sucked the head of the offered penis inside. She slowed her bouncing on Todd so she could give Russ her attention.

Christine cupped Russ' balls with one hand and took more of him into her mouth. She sucked and licked his tool with enthusiasm now and it was clear she had practiced her technique before. Russ stood mesmerized by the mouth that was tugging at his manhood.

As if Christine was not receiving enough stimulation, Todd began massaging her tits. He pulled them apart and pulled them down toward him. This made Christine bounce a little faster and work harder on Russ. She was ramming one cock in and out of her cunt and the smaller one in and out of her mouth.

Russ could not hold back any longer. He grabbed the back of Christine's head and held her face against his belly with his cock jammed into her mouth. George was certain that she would choke, but as Russ began to erupt, she managed to swallow his semen without even gagging a little bit. The orgasm was short lived and Russ relaxed, but Christine kept him in her mouth, gently sucking and chewing on the softening meat.

When Russ finally let go of the girl's head and backed away, Christine transferred her energies fully to Todd. Her bouncing increased in speed and intensity as she fucked his huge dick for all she was worth. Todd continued pulling on her tits. "That's it babe! Fuck me as fast as you can. Get it in deeper." He brought his legs together under her and thrust up to meet her downward thrusts.

"Oh Todd, I'm getting so close. It feels so great! Your cock is so big!" Then she collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her and it appeared that she convulsed in a massive orgasm. Todd was not quite as far along. He rolled the two of them over so he was on top. He rammed himself in and out of the gorgeous Christine several more times as she shouted, "Oh yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Then Todd collapsed onto her as he was struck by a climax. The couple lay together in final triumph as the rest of the people in the bar looked on.

Todd and Christine lay coupled together after their climax, kissing and talking quietly. The others, Diane, Roger, Tom and Russ began hunting around for their clothes and started getting dressed. Diane's blouse and skirt were both ripped, but she managed to get them held together somehow.

George was contemplating what to do with Marge. She had let him feel her ass as they watched the others, but when he tried to feel her breasts or get his hand between her legs, she tensed up immediately. He was sure that he could get her worked up and fuck her but he knew that was not what she really wanted. He decided it would be much better if he would save it for a later time. Marge was of the same mind. "I'm really ready to go now," she said, "And a cup of coffee would taste awfully good."

They dressed quietly while Todd and Christine were doing the same. Not waiting to see how the others came out, George paid their tabs and he and Marge walked out into the cool night air. She followed him to a Denny's restaurant where they sipped coffee and talked for an hour. Then George escorted her back to her car and kissed her good night. He went back to his hotel room alone.



George: Book 05



BOOK V - THE ODD COUPLE 

Chapter 1

George ate a late breakfast again on Thursday morning; the memory of the lovely Marge in her snow white under garments haunted him. He got a hard-on just thinking about removing her bra or getting his hands inside her panties. After eating, he tried to call her apartment but there was no answer. The events of this day began rolling and there was not time to dwell on Marge; she was filed away for future reference.

After a successful afternoon meeting, George was invited to join his new customer for dinner and an evening of playing poker. George was not an avid poker player, but he did know the game and enjoyed it on occasion. Anyway, after three strenuous nights in a row, he was a little weary of bar hopping.

George and his companion, Jory, dined at a run of the mill steak house and talked business over dinner. Jory was about fifty, solidly built with steel gray hair. He had owned his own chemical business for twenty-five years. He acted overly self-assured and outgoing, doing most of the talking. George took a liking to him almost immediately.

After dinner, they arrived at a downtown hotel at around seven-thirty; it was just two blocks from George's hotel. George realized that the hotel they were entering was the most exclusive and expensive in the city. They took the elevator to the top floor, sixteen and knocked at the door of 1601.

A man of around fifty opened the door and invited them in. He shook hands with Jory and after being introduced as Bill, he shook George's hand too.

"Jory turned to George, "Bill and I have been doing business for ten years or so. He sells data processing supplies, tapes, disks and so forth. We've become pretty good friends over the years, been to Vegas together a couple of times. Whenever Bill comes to town we line up a game to exchange a little cash and shoot the bull."

Bill had dark black hair, probably tinted. He was also stocky, about thirty pounds overweight, and dressed in an expensive looking suit. He invited his guests to have seats and asked them what they would like to drink.

"Beer, poker and beer," Jory ordered.

George nodded agreement, "Sounds fine with me."

As he waited, George inspected the hotel suite. It was exquisite, furnished very expensively with heavy wooden French provincial furniture, a plush gold carpet and impressionist oil paintings on every wall.

George got up and asked Bill, "This is a terrific suite. Do you mind if I take a tour?"

"No, help yourself."

George had been in the living room and could see a large recreation room off the living room, sunken two steps lower. It had a large television set and a bookshelf full of hard cover books; a card table with four chairs was set up in the center of the room. More paintings adorned the paneled walls.

George poked his head into the kitchen where Bill was opening three bottles of beer on the counter. Then he walked down the hall, past a bathroom and found two large bedrooms. Each had a king size bed, dresser, chest of drawers, television set, and bed table. Paintings covered the bedroom walls too. The two rooms shared another bathroom. George was impressed.

When he got back to the living room, he asked, "Is this the honeymoon suite or what?"

Bill answered, "No newlyweds could afford the tab. It's called the penthouse suite, and it is booked solid year round. You need to reserve it about two months in advance. I never use it except when I bring Kathleen along. She likes this suite better than anywhere else we stay."

Jory explained, "Kathleen is Bill's lovely wife. Will she be here later, Bill?"

"I guess she will. She's just out shopping so whenever the stores close she'll have to come home."

"Who else is playing?" Jory continued.

"Tim, you remember him don't you. I had him in here about a year ago."

Bill turned to George, "Tim's a young salesman that I'm training to be my replacement. He's super, already sells half of what I do."

A knock on the door proved to be Tim. He was introduced to George, reintroduced to Jory, and offered a beer. Bill was anxious to get the game going. As soon as he handed Tim his beer, he herded the three guests into the recreation room and sat them at the card table.

There were no ashtrays, which George was relieved to see. He hated smoky rooms. There were two unopened decks of cards; he picked one up and broke the seal. He un-wrapped the fifty-four cards, removed the jokers and began to shuffle them noisily. Tim duplicated George's efforts with the other deck.

Bill explained the rules of the game to George, "We keep it simple, straight poker, five card draw. There's a limit of twenty on raises and a limit of three raises per player per round. You can play as long as you have cash. We don't intend to cause any enemies here."

George nodded that he understood and they cut for first deal. Tim won with a queen.

The game seesawed back and forth through a series of small and medium pots. The host was the only one of the four who almost never won a hand, yet he seemed to be the player enjoying the game the most. As they played, they talked, about the current news events, about football and hockey, about themselves, but never about business.

The beer flowed freely and it was approaching nine thirty when they heard a key in the door lock and a woman entered the room carrying a couple of packages. She walked over and looked down at the men and their game.

Even though they were in the midst of a hand, Bill jumped up, "Hide your cards." He took the woman by the hand and drew her down the two steps to the poker room.

"This is my wife Kathleen. Dear, this is George Thomas and you know Tim and Jory."

The three men stood up. Jory walked over and gave Kathleen a peck on the cheek. "Hi, Kathleen, you look stunning."

George and Tim just smiled their acknowledgment of Kathleen. She was a real knockout, tall and slim, a gorgeous face and dark hair. She reminded George of Jaclyn Smith of "Charlie's Angels."

Kathleen smiled at the group. "It's nice to meet you George, but you'd better watch out for these sharks. Tim, I like your sport coat. Jory, when are we going to Vegas again?"

She turned to her husband, "Bill I'll be happy to serve the drinks, whenever you need another round."

"We're all just having beer, honey. I think we're ok for now. Why don't you fix whatever you'd like to drink?"

The game resumed and Kathleen went off to put her purchases away; she came back later with a mixed drink in her hand, already half empty. She had changed clothes and was wearing a slinky, blue sheath dress, sleeveless, knee length, with a fairly low scoop neckline. She watched the game for a time and then disappeared again.

George had just won a hand worth fifty dollars when Kathleen appeared with a tray containing four cold beers and two small dishes of peanuts. She served the beer and peanuts and removed the empties. As she moved around the table, she rubbed her leg against the shoulder of each player, including her husband. As she bent to place things on, or take things off the table, she displayed a nice view of cleavage in the front of her dress with a glimpse of her black bra clearly visible. George smelled the bourbon on her breath.

"I'm glad to see we don't have any smokers tonight. I hate it when Joe Bunker plays, Bill. His cigarettes really smell the place up."

"Are you sure that's the only reason you don't like Joe," Bill asked her.

"Are you referring to the night he got too drunk and tried to tear my dress off? No, he apologized for that several times; he even sent me flowers. He was just too drunk."

Bill was carefully counting his money. "Have you got any cash left, Kath? I'm having a really bad night."

Kathleen left and returned with a twenty dollar bill and several ones. "That's it, Bill, when that's gone you're out of luck."

"Yeah, and out of the game too; I've never been out of a game before eleven o'clock in all the years we played these rules."

The game continued and Kathleen left the room again. Jory made some comment about how a man married to a woman like Kathleen couldn't expect to win at poker. They discussed Bill's wife and Bill explained how he had found her working as a secretary in a client's office. He had asked her to have dinner with him four times and been turned down. On the fifth invitation, she accepted and they were married six months, to the day, later.

Jory suggested, "Tell Tim and George about the night in Vegas when Kathleen almost ran the crap table."

Bill folded from the current hand and started into his story. "Well, Kathleen usually likes the blackjack table but the last trip she asked me how to bet at the crap table. So I taught her a little bit, how to bet the win line, bet the odds and manage her money. We practiced it a little together."

"Anyhow, one night while Jory and I were in a poker game, she was bored to death. She had a bad run at blackjack and didn't want to play anymore. She asked me if I thought she was ready for the crap table by herself. I told her, sure."

"Kathleen decided to take a few drinks to steel her nerves and then she goes up to our room and puts on the lowest cut dress she can find. It barely covered anything when she was standing straight up and when she bent over her tits almost spilled right out. It was short too."

The game was continuing and George was in the midst of dealing as he tried to pay attention to the story and avoid a misdeal.

"She gets back downstairs and it's kind of quiet. She goes to a table that's empty and buys a hundred dollars worth of chips. She starts betting ten dollars on the win line, and since she's the only one there, she's the shooter. As she bends over to roll the dice, she puts on a nice show for the table stickman and cashier."

"The table started out cold and Kathleen dropped about fifty dollars. Pretty soon some of the men at other tables spot this great looking broad in a low cut dress and they wander over to watch. A couple of them placed a bet with her and she rolled a seven on the come out. Then she let her twenty ride and rolled eleven."

"There were about six guys watching now, all on the other side of the table so they can look down her dress. She keeps on winning and getting more and more excited. A couple more guys showed up and stand next to her, on either side. They started talking to her and encouraging her. A couple of them were pretty drunk. Kathleen was high from the drinks she had and from the excitement of winning the first time she ever tried the crap table on her own. When she passes again, she turns and gives the two guys on either side of her big hugs, and they take advantage of it to really rub against her."

"So she keeps winning and hugging the guys around her. One guy deftly slips a strap off her shoulder and she leaves it hanging. Another guy grabs a feel of her breast and she doesn't slap his face, just says, "don't do that!" And she downs a couple of more free drinks as she's going along."

"The guy on her left, who seemed to be the drunkest, started telling everybody around that Kathleen was wearing her 'lucky panties'. He asked her what color her lucky panties were and she told him they were lavender."

"Finally she passes for the tenth straight time with two thousand on the line and two more on her number, four; she wins six thousand buckeroos. She's jumping up and down and the guys near her have their hands all over her. The guy who had raved about her lucky panties got down on his knees and reached right up her skirt. He said he had to touch her lavender panties before he placed his next bet. Another guy broke her strap and pulled the front of her dress down. Thank God she had a bra on, although not much of one."

"That's when Jory and I arrived and rescued her. She was ready to bet again. If she had won, I think they would have stripped her and laid her out on the table to take turns. She was pretty plastered, but when she saw me, she realized that she had better let me take her off to bed. She had ten thousand dollars worth of chips."

Jory cut into the story. "Kathleen will never live that night down. She was really flying. When we got to the table, the guy next to her had his arm over her shoulder and his hand in the front of her bra, grabbing her tit for all he was worth."

Bill added, "The guy on the floor trying to reach her pussy was the one who got me. He was getting pretty close when we arrived. And she didn't have on much protection, just a skimpy little bikini panty. I bet he came damn close to getting a finger inside her."

Kathleen called out from the kitchen, "How's the beer situation?" She poked her head around the wall to get their answer.

Bill held up an empty to show her they needed a fresh supply.

"We were just discussing what a fantastic crap player you are, Kathleen," Jory told her.

"Oh my God! You didn't tell them that story, did you Bill?"

Tim spoke up, "It's a terrific story, Kathleen; you shouldn't be ashamed of having fun in Vegas like that."

"I was lucky Bill and Jory showed up when they did. I'm not sure who was enjoying themselves more, me winning ten thousand dollars or the lechers with their hands all over me."

"You know Kathleen," Jory said, "If your husband hadn't been with me when we got to that table and saw what was happening, I'm not sure if I would have dragged you out of there or joined the guys who were pawing you."

Kathleen laughed and left to get the beer and the game continued. 

Chapter 2

The game paused when Kathleen returned with cold beer while everyone enjoyed watching her serve. When she got behind George, she pressed herself against his shoulder as she leaned over to put his beer in front of him and retrieved his empty dead soldier. She poured half of the fresh beer into his mug.

The game resumed and George won three hands in a row, but the pots were fairly small. Bill was folding nearly every hand to conserve the little cash he had left.

On Bill's deal, George folded and went to the bathroom as the others were betting the first round. When he came out of the bathroom, the same hand was still going on and the pot growing nicely. Bill had folded again and Tim and Jory were competing enthusiastically. Kathleen had put some music on the stereo and beckoned George into the living room to dance with her.

Since Kathleen didn't have shoes on, George removed his. They danced and George told her a little about himself and how he had ended up in this poker game.

Kathleen smelled of bourbon and perfume; she seemed a little tipsy, stumbling against George twice as they danced. She let him hold her closely and put her face close against his cheek as they danced slowly and awkwardly on the thick carpet.

Before the song was finished, Jory was calling George back to the card table for the next hand. Kathleen stepped back reluctantly and George told her he looked forward to a longer dance later. She smiled in agreement.

On Tim's deal, Bill and Jory seemed to have good hands and George had two small pair. The first round bidding was spirited as Tim folded and the other three stayed in through several raises.

George drew one card, but it didn't match either pair. Bill and Jory also took a card each. When they started betting again, George folded. He figured one or maybe both of them had a straight, flush or full house.

When Jory made his second straight limit raise, Bill threw up his hands and said, "I can't match you, pal; I'm out of capital."

Jory was about to rake in the pot, but stopped. Instead he offered Bill a proposition. "I know the rules say you can only bet your cash on hand, but maybe we can bend the rules for this hand, -- if everyone agrees of course."

"What do you mean?" Bill asked.

"I'll put in my limit, another twenty. If you've got a better hand, you win the pot. If I win, I get a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"I want to feel up Kathleen and take her nylons off."

There was a moment of shocked silence from the group as they digested Jory's preposterous suggestion. Then Bill called to his wife, "Kath, come in here and listen to this asshole."

The gorgeous woman appeared and came down the steps to see what was going on. "Tell it to her, Jory," Bill suggested.

"Well," he started, "Bill is out of cash and can't call my raise. I told him I'd consider the raise called for a favor. If he lost the hand, I could feel your legs and take off your stockings."

Kathleen's eyes registered surprise, but she gave no other sign of reaction to the suggestion. She almost seemed to be pondering it. "What part of my legs?" she asked with a teasing voice.

Jory took a second to respond to the unexpected question. "All of them of course," he continued and George sensed that she might actually be considering the idea.

"You're still upset that you didn't get to take advantage of your chance in Vegas, aren't you?"

"Kathleen, I've had a thing for your legs longer than that. - So what is it? - There would be a tow minute time limit and you could stop me before that if you thought I went too far." Jory was making up the rules of engagement on the fly now as he thought it could possibly happen.

"How much is in the pot?" Kathleen queried.

Tim picked up the money and counted it "One hundred fifteen, -- plus Jory's final raise would make it one thirty five."

"A hundred and thirty five dollars for two minutes under my skirt, that's worth considering, Bill; let me see the hand you're betting." She walked around to his side of the table.

Bill picked up his hand and carefully unfolded it to show her. Then he laid it back on the table, face down. "Well, at least I know you're not bluffing," Kathleen said.

"What do you say?" Jory asked. His voice was a bit slurred too.

"Maybe she doesn't have on her lucky panties tonight," Tim interjected.

Kathleen scowled at him and slapped him on the shoulder; then she shrugged, "What the hell, Jory, you're an old friend. If you want to feel me up, there are worse fates. I could let you have your jollies."

Jory tossed twenty dollars into the pot and looked at Bill. "It's your bet, old pal."

Bill picked up his cards and looked at them again, as if they might have improved with age. "Bet!" he said and turned over a straight, nine through king.

Four sets of eyes turned to Jory in anticipation, George and Tim hoping for a better hand, Bill hoping for a worse one. What Kathleen really wanted was not certain to any of the others.

A sheepish grin crossed Jory's face as he slowly turned over a hand containing all hearts. He pointed the cards at Kathleen and said, "You will be my valentine, lovely lady."

Kathleen let out a gasp and her husband let out, "Son of a bitch!" Then he got up and said, "I'm going for a walk and some fresh air." He left the suite.

Jory looked sheepishly at Kathleen. "We don't really have to cash the bet. If Bill's really upset by it, - or if you don't want to go through with it. I don't want to lose him as a friend, - or you either."

"Don't worry Jory, I know Bill. He expects me to carry it out. We made a bet and lost and Bill Anderson has never welshed on a bet in his life. Anyway, it's just harmless fun." She gave a shaky laugh that tried to support her brave words but fell short of the mark.

"Well," said Jory, "How are we going to do this then? Who's got a watch they can time me with?"

George offered to be the timer. Jory led Kathleen into the living room and directed her to stand in the center of the room. He told her to spread her feet apart about twelve inches apart. He knelt on the floor behind her. George and Tim trailed along and sat on the floor in front of Kathleen.

"Just to give me the lay of the land," Jory said, "What are you wearing under there?"

"You'll just have to figure it out for yourself, and remember, certain areas are off limits. You can't go beyond my legs. I can call it quits whenever I want to."




George: Book 05



"Are you ready, George?" Jory asked.

"Do you want me to say 'go' or what?"

"Whatever."

George looked at his watch and started counting, "Ten, nine, eight, -- two, one, go!"

Jory started his hands at Kathleen's knees and skimmed them up the outside of her legs. It seemed as if he fumbled around a bit, and then ran them all the way up to her waist. Her dress had a fairly full skirt so his hands had room underneath. He started pulling his hands slowly back down and finally they appeared at her knees holding a garter belt. Jory peeled Kathleen's nylons over her shapely calves and lifted one foot at a time to remove her garter belt and stockings in a tangled mess. He tossed them to Tim, "Here, Tim, feel what a real lady's underwear is like."

Kathleen had stood stoically while her undergarments were removed, betraying no emotion on her lovely face.

Quickly, Jory put his hands back under the gorgeous woman's skirt and stroked her uncovered thighs. His hands moved to the softer inside portion of her upper legs, and suddenly, the expression on Kathleen's face changed to betray her feigned composure. "Ooh!" she said, "you have cold hands."

"Your thighs are like soft velvet," Jory said. He had both hands stroking the upper half of her inner thighs as George marked one minute. Kathleen had her head back and her eyes were closed, a strained expression on her pink lips. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, which produced a swaying motion in her body.

Encouraged, Jory said, "You like this don't you Kathleen?"

"You've got naughty fingers, Jory," she responded.

Jory removed one hand because in the confined space between Kathleen's upper thighs, there just wasn't room for both hands to enjoy her treasures. He moved his right hand through her legs and flicked his fingers against her pubic mound, through her thin silk panties.

"Not there," Kathleen warned, "That's not part of my legs."

Jory retracted his fingers and continued stroking the lady's inner thighs, as close as he could get to her crotch without touching her panties. He did not intend to let his idle hand go to waste. He lifted the front of Kathleen's blue dress and held it above her waist. Tim and George now had a clear view of the feeling hand but they couldn't see Kathleen's panties.

Jory ran his hand back and forth through the legs of this gorgeous woman who may or may not have been enjoying the intimate attention and observation. Her eyes were closed and it was difficult to tell what her thoughts were.

Jory poked his fingers into her soft inner thigh as George reluctantly marked two minutes. Before retracting his hand, Jory gave Kathleen's pussy a quick feel through the crotch of her panty.

"Ooh!" Kathleen yelped.

Jory removed his hand and dropped her dress back into place. Kathleen relaxed and opened her eyes. She gave Jory a wan smile to assure him that she was not really upset by his last little fling with her crotch. "Well, how do you like my legs, hotshot? While you were messing around up there I was thinking about the nights I spent in high school, in a drive in movie, with my date's hands up my skirt."

"Your legs are fabulous," Jory assured her, "Tell us more about the drive in movies."

"You guys just get back to your poker; I'll get some cold beer. I need a drink to settle my nerves after your little stimulation."

Reluctantly, the three players resumed their game. George won a forty-dollar pot. On the next hand, he folded early as Tim and Jory competed for the pot. Instead of watching, as Tim studied his cards and tried to decide if Jory was bluffing, George rose and found Kathleen sipping her drink in the kitchen. He asked her if she wanted to dance.

She was even tipsier now than in their earlier dance. She leaned against George as he slowly stepped to the music. Although being a bit wobbly on her feet, Kathleen was cheerful and talkative as she told George about her interests. She impressed George with the scope of her knowledge and activity in the Lexington community where she and Bill lived. She seemed to be involved with every artistic endeavor from the opera to various art exhibits.

When Tim asked George if he was in for the next hand, he replied that he wanted to sit out a few. The other two players agreed it was time for a break to get some fresh air. They left and George was alone with the gorgeous Kathleen.

The couple that remained in the suite continued to dance and talk. At one point, George asked her how she found time for her husband. "He has his business," she replied, "and he really doesn't have much time for me either."

George mentioned that he thought her husband was a bit too competitive. She agreed but she told George that Bill wasn't likely to change. She also volunteered that she and Bill understood one another well and had a pretty good marriage.

"He's a great guy and I'm lucky to have found him. I probably put up with some things other women wouldn't. He's had a couple of flings and he even told me I could have one if I wanted to. I almost did one time; I thought I had found a man that I would like to go to bed with. I found out just in time what a rat he really was and I avoided having sex with him."

"You seemed to be actually enjoying your little grope with Jory."

"I guess so. I've had more to drink than I should have. My inhibitions are a bit inhibited themselves I think.

The song ended and it was the last one on the tape. Before she went to change tapes, Kathleen gave George a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Thanks."

While his wife was busy with the tape player, Bill returned to the suite. He glanced at his wife's hosiery draped across the back of the davenport. Then he asked George where the others were. George explained that they were just outside for a break.

"Good!" said Bill; I'm ready to take my money back when they get back here." 

Chapter 3

When Tim and Jory returned a short time later, and sat at their places around the card table, Bill joined them as if he were back in the game.

"Did you find a bank open this time of night?" Tim queried him.

"Since we bent the rules already tonight, I thought we could bend them a little further. One of you can float me a loan from your winnings and we can negotiate collateral. Tim, how about floating me $200," Bill cajoled.

"What collateral do you propose?" Tim asked with definite interest in his voice.

"We'll make this interesting for everybody, a little strip poker. If I lose the $200, Kathleen will remove her dress and give it to you till I pay you back."

"I don't want her dress. She could go put on another one from the closet."

"No, no, that's the enticing part of the offer. She would have to take it off and leave it off until I get it back for her."

"I'm not sure, Bill. What will your gorgeous wife think of this idea?"

"She's usually game to do whatever I ask her to do. Anyway, she's on the way to not caring about much of anything."

Tim looked at Jory, who nodded and then at George. George hesitated and then shrugged. Tim counted out $200 and handed it to Bill.

"Remember," Bill reminded him, "You don't get the dress unless I lose all the money."

Kathleen entered the room and heard the last comment. "What dress are you talking about?"

George explained, "Your husband just put up the dress you're wearing as collateral for a $200 loan. If he loses the money, you have to take it off and not put anything else on."

Kathleen looked at her husband as if he had sold her into slavery. "Bill! I haven't got much on under here. I don't think I like this."

"You've got a slip on don't you?"

"Yes, but it's the skimpiest one I own."

"Well my luck will change and you won't have to worry. You can come over and help me play if you want to protect your interests."

Kathleen scowled at him for several seconds and then shook her head and walked out of the room. "I'd better get some air myself. I feel a little dizzy," she threw back at them as she walked out.

The game resumed. It was George's deal. Bill won the first hand, a thirty-dollar pot, which raised his spirits even higher.

But by the time Kathleen returned, fifteen minutes later, he was down to fifty dollars of the $200 loan. Kathleen came over to check and seemed pretty apprehensive when she heard the status.

"Bill, you'd better do something to change your luck. I really don't want to show my body to this group of drunks." She stood watching the game intently with a fresh drink in her hand.

On the next deal, Bill obviously had a pretty good hand and everybody folded, giving him the ante. On the following hand, Bill opened the betting again, Tim folded, Jory checked and George raised ten dollars.

Bill raised another ten, Jory folded and George matched the raise. George had three fours, and when Bill drew two cards, it looked like he had three of a kind also. George drew two cards and was amazed to see the fourth four turn up. His expression was stone faced as he opened the bidding with a ten. He was dead certain that Kathleen was about to lose her dress.

Bill raised ten and George raised ten again. Bill could only check, as he had only ten dollars left to bet with. He turned over three queens and looked at George saying, "You're a good poker player George, I can't read you at all."

George silently displayed his hand for all to see and Bill and Kathleen had reactions similar to the ones they had to Jory's valentine hand earlier.

"Shit!" Kathleen exclaimed, "I can't believe it!"

"Damn!" Bill exploded, "Four crappy little fours." He looked helplessly at his wife.

Kathleen recovered her composure quickly and tried to make the best of her predicament. "Well, I guess it is show time for you boys. I'll see if we have any stripper music in the house. But don't expect me to rub up against you any more when I serve the beer." Her words were upbeat but her tone was subdued and her voice a mite shaky.

She went to the music center and in a minute the sound of Michael Jackson's "Beat It" came from the speakers. Kathleen stood in the living room swaying back and forth to the beat as the others gathered in front of her. She was in no hurry as she reached back to lower her zipper. She slid it down six inches and then stopped.

As the music increased in tempo, Kathleen lifted her dress and displayed her fantastic legs for the second time in the evening. After a minute or so, she had lifted the dress high enough to reveal a glimpse of her tiny black panty. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and allowed the four men to watch her little black panty shift back and forth.

"Oh yeah! Take it off Kathleen," Tim encouraged her.

She dropped the dress back in place and finished the unzipping task. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor, standing in a short black slip that didn't even cover her entire panty. The low neckline revealed that, in addition to gorgeous legs, her entire figure would be the envy of any woman. She kicked the dress to Tim and tried to smile. Then she walked to a table where she had left her drink, picked it up and scampered out of the room.

Bill stood up and said uncomfortably, "I'd better go see if she's all right." He followed his wife.

The other three sat in silence reflecting on the lovely Kathleen until Bill returned. They looked at him with questioning eyes.

"She's fine, but she's embarrassed. She said she won't come out unless she can put on a different slip."

"I guess we didn't cover that in the rules," Jory reflected.

"Yeah!" said Tim, "tell her its okay. We want her to come out and keep us company."

Bill left and returned. The three visitors were preparing to resume the game, assuming that Bill would drop out for good now. - However, that was not the case.

"Who's going to loan me another stake?" were the first words from Bill's mouth when he reentered the room.

Of course the next question was "What's your collateral this time."

"How about my shirt and pants?" Bill answered with a chuckle.

"Ten bucks if you'll keep them on," came from Tim. The others laughed.

"Ten bucks for what?" The men turned and saw Kathleen standing at the entrance to the room. She was wearing a jade green slip that covered her legs to mid thigh. The top was also less revealing than the black slip she had traded in. She looked as if her make up was freshened and she looked stunning. George felt his prick twinge as he stared at her.

"Bill wants more cash," Jory said. "We offered him ten dollars for his shirt and pants."

"I love that color, Kathleen," George said, "You look sexier in that slip than in the shorter one."

She gave George a wan smile. Bill was still lobbying for money. "How much will you give me for the slip, George?"

"Bill, please don't!" Kathleen pleaded.

"Three hundred," George offered.

Bill held out his hand. He looked at his wife and said, "Don't worry, dear, I'll be very careful with this money."

Kathleen shook her head in dismay. "I'm going back and change some other things too." She walked back toward her bedroom.

George felt guilty as he handed Bill his new bankroll and Tim dealt the next hand. He felt as if he had betrayed Kathleen, but then she was a big girl and he wasn't sure that she was only going along with this game because she had too much to drink. For all George knew, she liked what was going on. George picked up two pair, jacks and fives. He hoped there were some other good hands at the table.

Jory opened the betting and Jory and Bill checked. George was ready to raise, but decide a little bluff was in order so he checked also.

When Bill saw George take one card, he looked at his hand and folded. Jory drew three cards, looked at his hand and folded also. Tim drew two cards and opened the bidding for five dollars. George contemplated whether or not Tim had three of a kind. On at least two other occasions, George knew that Tim had kept a kicker and drawn only two cards to a high pair. George raised ten.

Tim just checked and showed a pair of aces. What had begun a promising hand for George yielded a small pot.

Kathleen came back and served a round of drinks. She kept her promise about no body contact until she got to George and he felt her leg against his as she set his beer down. He reached down and patted her behind her knee to show he was aware.

George dealt himself a hand with two small pairs, but when the other three showed a desire to compete, he folded on the second round of bidding.

He got up and asked Kathleen if she wanted to dance once more. She hesitated and glanced at her husband. Bill was concentrating on his cards; Kathleen shrugged and nodded.

With a beautiful woman in his arms, a belly full of drinks and the feel of the smooth jade silk under his hands, George felt both melancholy and excitement at the same time. He was picturing a certain outcome for the evening, but wasn't sure how to achieve it just yet.

Kathleen was quiet this time, but she allowed George to draw her close and she placed her face close against his shoulder. Finally she said, "A penny for your thoughts."

"I'm afraid they're a bit jumbled right now. I've had too many beers. I don't like the way Bill treats you but I'm taking advantage of it anyway so I'm no better. I really enjoy holding you like this and I want to fuck your gorgeous ass off!" George answered.

Kathleen let out a little gasp, but she didn't draw away.

George continued, "I want to chew on your little panties until you can't stand it any longer and then I want to take them off and wrap my bulging cock in them and stick it into you and thrust it into you until we explode together."

Kathleen swallowed hard. "I - I think maybe you'd better get back to your poker game. I need to sober up a bit before things get out of hand here." She drew back from George and then came back and whispered in his ear, "Don't think I'm not tempted."

George got back to the table, as the next hand was ready to start. "Who won," he asked.

Bill and Jory pointed at Tim. George noticed that Bill's stake had already shrunk nearly in half.

George left his hand on the table until all five cards had been dealt. He picked up two kings, a jack, a seven and a deuce. He opened the betting for ten dollars and Jory raised ten. Bill checked and Tim folded. George matched Jory's raise.

Jory asked for one card and Bill asked for three. George took three and found that one of them was a third king.

Tim got up and started dancing with Kathleen as the second round of betting began. All three remaining players seemed to feel they had a winning hand and the pot mounted rapidly. Bill's feigned conservatism was certainly not in evidence.

Jory was the first to sense that he had a loosing hand and he started checking. As Bill approached the end of his cash pile, he also checked and displayed three jacks. Jory had the expected two pair and George took the pot with his kings, again much to Bill's dismay.

Tim and Kathleen stopped dancing when they heard Bill cursing his fowl luck. When Kathleen looked at the single twenty-dollar bill in front of her husband, her dismay equaled his.

But Bill recouped forty dollars on the next hand as Kathleen watched and encouraged him. Hopeful, he let caution fly and dumped the whole bundle into the next hand against Jory, as Tim and George anticipated the outcome. Jory had drawn a single card to a possible straight and had hit it. Bill was floored when he saw the nine high straight; he had three jacks again.

Bill could not look his gorgeous wife in the eye as he rose from the table and headed for the bathroom. Kathleen could not look George in the eye as he stood up and came toward her.

"Do you want to take it off or shall I? - or do you want to call it off?" he asked her gently.

"Go ahead," she said almost inaudibly.

George took her by the hand and led her into the living room. On the way, she drained the remainder of her drink, which was about half full. Tim and Jory followed in licentious anticipation.

George stood behind Kathleen and placed his hands on her waist. She stood quietly, tensely, with her hands at her sides, holding her empty glass in her right hand. Slowly, George slid his hands over her hips and down her thighs until they reached the hem of the jade slip. Lifting the bottom of the slip, he retraced his path with his hands to her waist. His hands continued upward along her sides, until his fingers were almost in her armpits. Then he dropped the slip back into its original place.

Next, George caressed Kathleen's shoulders and slowly inched the straps of her slip off them. The straps fell slack down her arms, but the slip stayed in place. It was fitted at the waist and the satin clung to her body.

"You have to take it off from the bottom," she directed him.

George reached down to the hem of the slip again and began to raise it slowly, this time running his hands up the bare front of the beautiful woman's thighs. When he reached the front of her panties, which he couldn't see from behind, he probed at her pubic mound with his fingers.

"Please don't do that," Kathleen begged, her eyes closed in concentration and apprehension.

George continued to raise the slip and when his hands reached Kathleen's bra, he again hesitated to take liberties with her breasts. He rubbed his hands up and down her bare stomach and fondled the lower part of her tits through the skimpy bra.

"Please!" Her plea was more strained and insistent this time.

"Raise your arms."

She obliged, making her body even more vulnerable to his ravishing hands. George gave her breasts one more squeeze and then lifted the slip up over her head and arms.

Kathleen lowered her arms and covered her chest. George stepped around in front of her to admire her with the other two men in the room. She wore a matching dark green bra and panty, and while the panty was more substantial than the black one she had discarded, it was still not conservative. The bra covered her heavenly breasts, but no more.




George: Book 05



Tim and Jory began to clap lightly to show Kathleen their appreciation for her beauty and for her good sportsmanship in putting up with their lustfulness. "Bravo, Kathleen," Jory encouraged her. "You are the most gorgeous, enticing, and sophisticated lady I've ever met."

Kathleen tried to smile and then quickly found a chair and sat down to try and withdraw her nakedness from the threesome.

Bill returned and surveyed the scene, noting how composed his wife seemed, his spirits rose a little. "Well," he tried to laugh, "You can't say I'm not a good host."

"Bill, we're really getting into this game now," Jory said, "I'll loan you four hundred on Kathleen's bra.

Bill studied his wife. She looked up at him and shrugged. "Why stop now," she said sarcastically, "And anyway you guys are such gentlemen that I really feel I'd be safe with you even if I were naked. You wouldn't take advantage of a naked lady, who's just a little drunk, would you?" She was looking straight at George when she said it.

George smiled, "As long as your wife is so game, Bill, I'll put up five hundred for her panties." Another pang of conscience stabbed at him as he said it.

"Just give me the four hundred, Bill responded, "and I'll show you horny bastards how to play some real poker."

When the game resumed, Kathleen refreshed everyone's drinks and got out some cheese and crackers and pickled herring. She had lost some of the earlier self-consciousness about her state of undress, strutting around in front of the four men and even rubbing her hip against them on occasion.

She walked around the table looking at hands, being careful not to comment. As Bill continued to lose, she made several remarks about his play after the hand was over. He didn't argue with her but became more defensive and determined.

At about eleven o'clock, the group got into the biggest pot of the evening. George had to fold with three tens, as it was obvious that someone had a huge hand. It appeared that Jory and Bill had good hands and Tim was staying in just to bid up the pot and deplete Bill's funds. Finally, Tim folded and Bill could not match Jory's raise and faced the prospect of having to fold with his best hand of the night.

Jory came up with a proposed solution. "I'll tell you what old friend; I'll consider the bet called if I can feel Kathleen's knockers for two minutes after I take her brassiere off."

Kathleen gasped. She had not seen Jory's hand but had seen Bills. Bill was thinking. Both players had drawn one card and were probably holding straights or full houses. Finally Bill looked at his wife.

"What should I do, honey? You decide."

"Kathleen shrugged, "I don't know. It's a good hand."

Jory twisted the knife. "If you win, you can buy her other clothes back and still have funds to continue."

Bill finally decided, "Call!" He displayed a hand with five spades.

Jory clapped his hands. "Too bad old friend, but losers get no mercy." He turned over three sixes and two fours.

Instead of swearing as everyone expected, Bill stood quietly and gave an astonished look of embarrassment at Kathleen. Then he strode quickly from the room and out of the apartment. Jory looked at Tim. "Go make sure Bill's all right, will you Tim?"  

Kathleen stood up and looked at the two remaining men who were looking at her. "I'm -- I'm not sure I can go through with this."

"Kathleen," Jory started, "How long have we known each other?"

"Seven or eight years I guess."

"And I've wanted to get my hands on your tits since the first night I met you. I was serious when I said I almost grabbed a feel of you in Vegas. This will probably be my only chance."

Kathleen looked at Jory and then slowly turned her back to him. "Do you know how to work one of these things?"

Jory stepped up and smoothly unclasped the bra at Kathleen's back. She held the garment in place as she turned to face the two men again. She looked at George and smiled. George sensed that she was going to allow Jory to do what he wanted to do while George watched and grew jealous.

With a practiced shrug of her shoulders, Kathleen had the bra in her hand and tossed it on the card table. Her marvelous breasts stood proudly in front of her with large nipples that made George's mouth water.

Jory advanced in anticipation, but Kathleen held out her hand and stopped him. "We've got to do this right, not standing in the middle of the living room." She turned and ran toward her bedroom.

Jory and George were right behind her and found her stretched full length on her bed, lying on her back. She covered her breasts with her arms.

Jory sat on the bed beside her and took her hands in his. He pulled her arms to her sides and she offered no resistance. "You've got the most beautiful set of tits I've ever seen on a woman!" Jory's hands trembled in anticipation as he held them poised over her chest.

George looked at his watch and counted down to go. Jory grasped Kathleen's fabulous tits in his hands and squeezed them, gently at first, then harder. The lovely woman grunted in pain and he eased his grip. After squeezing and pulling on both breasts for half a minute, Jory concentrated his attentions on the nipples. He grasped each nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his hands and squeezed them gently. He pressed the nipples down into the soft flesh surrounding them. Then he pulled them out and stretched them full length, pulling until Kathleen again indicated he was hurting her.

Despite the pain, the intense tit action was obviously turning Kathleen on. George noted that she had bent her knees, planted her feet flat on the bed, and lifted her ass off of it; her pelvis raised invitingly, her legs spread slightly. George longed to plant his hand between her legs, but he watched silently.

Jory began grabbing the front of Kathleen's aroused tits and squeezing them as if he were milking a cow. "Damn, Kathleen, you've got the greatest damn tits! They're fabulous! Like squeezing ripe melons! I could do this for hours." At this she lifted her pelvis higher off the bed. George called out the one-and-a-half-minute mark.

Jory was getting more excited and his excitement brought more painful treatment of Kathleen's breasts. Jory squeezed the tits together and then pulled them apart as far as they would go. He pulled on the nipples as if he were trying to lift the beautiful woman off the bed. He finally put his mouth over one nipple and sucked it into his mouth and bit it, causing Kathleen to scream in pain and excitement. He was about to attack the other side with his mouth when George told him time was up and pulled him away.

Reluctantly, George and Jory left the room and left Kathleen on the bed to relax and regain her composure. 

Chapter 4

As Jory and George sipped fresh beers in the living room, Tim returned to report that Bill was in the bar in the next building. He had told Tim he was okay and just wanted to drown his sorrows alone.

Tim asked if Jory had collected on his bet and Jory smiled sheepishly. George said, "He damn near tore her tits right off her."

Tim found himself a fresh beer and asked if anyone was interested in more poker. Jory suggested that they could make the game more interesting if Kathleen would play.

"What do you mean?" Tim asked.

"I'll explain it when she comes back out."

"If she comes back," George added.

"Explain what?" Kathleen was standing at the end of the hall listening. She had put on a crimson robe, but she hadn't bothered to tie the front and she presented a breathtaking, erotic view to the horny trio.

Jory started his explanation, "We want you to join the card game, with a new set of rules." The three of us will bet one hundred dollars on each hand, five cards and no draw. You get to keep the money from each of us that you beat. But if one or more of us have higher hands than you do, those who beat you get a five minute session in the bedroom with you."

"Five minutes each or together?"

"The winners have to share you. You only have to put up five minutes for each hand that you lose to one or more hands. What do you say, Kathleen?"

"I don't think that's a fair game. I'll be in the bedroom after three fourths of the hands. I'll need some odds to even things out; I get seven cards to your five."

Jory looked at Tim and George. Tim nodded and George shrugged his shoulders.

"Then we only bet fifty each," Jory negotiated.

Kathleen nodded.

"Ok, and the robe comes off in the bedroom."

"Are there any other rules?" she asked.

"Do you mean at the table or on the bed?"

"Either."

"Not unless you want to propose some."

"No onlookers; only the winners involved in the action can be in the room."

"Fair enough, let's shuffle and deal."

The three men and one woman, all pretty drunk and still drinking, sat around the table. They cut for dealer and Tim was high with the queen of clubs. He dealt five cards around the table and gave two more to Kathleen.

"You gentlemen had better anti up," she reminded them.

One hundred fifty dollars soon lay in the middle of the table. George turned over his hand, which had a pair of kings. Tim had two pair and Jory had nothing. Kathleen showed her hand with three tens and she gleefully scooped up the cash. The three men enjoyed watching her breasts flop around inside her robe as she reached out for the money.

The male players threw more money on the table and Kathleen dealt the next round. George picked up a pair of sixes. Kathleen groaned as she looked at her hand. When the four hands came down, each hand had one pair, but Kathleen's hand was low with a pair of deuces.

Kathleen stood dutifully and walked toward the bedroom with the three lustful men at her heels. She stopped off at the kitchen and found a kitchen timer. She made a big show of setting the timer to five minutes and then headed for the bedroom. She placed the timer on a dresser inside the door and stopped at the foot of the bed to allow Jory to remove her robe. Then she sprawled face down on the bed.

"Let's roll her over," suggested Tim, "I've got to get my hands on those fabulous tits." Jory and Tim gently rolled Kathleen onto her back. She didn't resist, but she held her legs together tightly. Tim sat on the bed beside her and grasped her breasts gently in his hands. As he began to massage Kathleen's chest, George motioned to Jory to sit behind Tim. George sat across from Jory and began gently rubbing Kathleen's right leg at the knee. Jory took the cue and started on the left knee.

Slowly the two leg men inched their hands up the beautiful woman's shapely legs, concentrating on the soft inner thighs. Kathleen didn't complain but she still held her legs together.

"This really isn't fair! - I've never in my life imagined being felt up by three horny lechers at once."

Jory was in a bigger hurry than George and reached the top ahead of him. He slid his hand across the front of the lady's smooth silk panties and then caressed her navel. Tim was alternating between pinching her nipples and squeezing her entire breasts.

George's hand reached the top of Kathleen's thigh and then he retraced his path back to her knee. He put pressure on the knee, trying to pry her legs apart, but Kathleen held fast, keeping her knees together. Seeing George's intent, Jory tugged on the other knee and Kathleen, with tension obviously growing inside her relented somewhat. She allowed her knees to be forced apart about six inches.

Now as George and Jory stroked her legs, they had much better access to the velvet soft inner thighs. Kathleen could surely tell the difference too, and she let out a small moan and relaxed her struggle to hold her legs inward. Sensing victory, George and Jory pulled her knees wide apart, opening the avenue to her pussy to their eager fingers.

Both men stared in amazement at the crux of Kathleen's sexuality. The little strip of green silk stretched across her crotch, only enhanced the excitement of the two men and provided almost no protection from their intended attack.

"Oh jeez! - How much time is left? - I can't take much more of this!"

"Another two minutes sweetheart!"

"Be careful! - Please! – I'm really getting pretty worked up. "

They gave up all pretence of interest in the acquiescent woman's legs. Knowing how much time remained on the timer, they both had a hand on the front of her panty with fingers trailing down into the moist junction below. Jory was the first to insert his entire hand under the silk, stroking Kathleen's pubic mound and pulling at the hair that covered it.

Please don't do that! - Please!" She moaned again and raised her pelvis, pushing back at the invading hands. George joined Jory inside the skimpy protective barrier, and after several squeezes of the fleshy pubis, he began to probe the moist lips of her cunt.

Kathleen's juices were flowing and she was beginning to thrash around and moan louder. It was obvious now that she would not resist anything that the men wanted to do to her. Jory told George that they should each push two fingers inside her and stretch her cunt. They were just about to try that when the timer rang.

George was sure that they could have continued on and Kathleen was in no shape to stop them. However, George signaled Jory and the two men pulled their hands out of the little panty and gently rubbed the front of them to bring her slowly down. Tim stopped as well and the three each gave the woman a kiss on the cheek and left the room.

In a few minutes, Kathleen joined them, back in her robe, and a fresh pair of panties on, the third of the evening. This one matched the color of the robe.

She seemed completely composed, as if nothing had just occurred in the bedroom, but she was also obviously pretty drunk. Yet she mixed herself another drink, but poured in more water and less liquor. She took a swallow and returned to the card table. The men joined her, wondering what was coming next.

It was Tim who suggested that they up the anti. "Let's put up a hundred, and if Kathleen loses she has to take off the robe and her panties."

Six eyes turned to Kathleen as she thought before giving her answer.

"What the hell good are my panties anyway? You guys didn't have much trouble getting inside did you? But it will have to be two hundred each." She smiled at George and Jory.

The men slapped six hundred dollars on the table and George dealt out the hands. Kathleen held a straight that easily beat every other hand. Her spirits were high as she scooped up the money and added it to her stack.

"I feel like a cheap whore," she exclaimed. It doesn't feel so bad. The money makes up for a lot."

Another six hundred was spread on the table and Jory shuffled the spots off the deck before dealing. Before picking up her cards, Kathleen said, "This time if I lose, let's stay out here, I don't want to be on the bed. I want you guys to kiss me more, and hug me." Begrudgingly, the men agreed.

Jory swore at his hand and didn't even show it as he rose to go to the bathroom. George had a pair of sevens, and Tim had the other two sevens. Kathleen looked at the two men's hands and threw her hand in face down. "Damn the luck!" she exclaimed.

George turned Kathleen's hand over and found a pair of sixes. Tim had already stood up in anticipation.

Kathleen reminded the men that they needed the timer, which she went to fetch. She set it carefully for exactly five minutes.

"You have to disrobe before you can start the timer," Tim reminded her. "I think we got short changed the last time."

Kathleen turned her back to George and he helped her off with her robe. Without a second's hesitation, she skinned her panties down, stooped to pick them up and tossed them to Tim. He sniffed them and acted as if he couldn't get enough of the aroma.

Kathleen started the timer and turned to George. She wrapped her naked arms around him and offered him her lips. He started to kiss her hesitantly, but found her mouth wide open and her tongue probing at his lips. He opened his mouth a bit and she forced her tongue into it.

As they frenched, George found his hands on Kathleen's buttocks. He squeezed them twice and then began feeling the crack of her ass. He was about to push a hand into the back of her crotch when she broke the kiss and turned her attention to Tim.

Tim opened his mouth to the passionate woman immediately and their tongues were probing each other savagely. Tim's placed his hands under Kathleen's armpits and pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of her breasts.

As this was going on the door to the apartment opened and Bill walked back in. He surveyed his wife, naked and kissing one of his employees, and collapsed into a chair. George could see that he was totally drunk and beyond caring what his wife did. He was nearly passed out cold.

George went over and shut the door that Bill had left open. When he turned around again, Kathleen was waiting for him. As she came into his arms this time, George was prepared. He positioned one hand so that her pubic mound ran right into his palm and he cupped her pussy with his fingers.

If this distracted Kathleen, she didn't let it show. She pressed against George harder than before and opened her mouth as if to swallow him. George clamped his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue as deep as he could reach. His fingers roughly squeezed the lips of her pussy and he forced his knee between her legs to gain more room. For the second time tonight, he thought he was going to get his fingers into this fantastic woman's cunt, but just then, Kathleen saw her husband, sprawled in a chair.

"Bill!" she gasped and broke the embrace that she was engaged in. She bent over him and he opened his eyes.

"You have -- having a great -- time, baby?"

"Never mind me! You're stinking drunk."

"Don't mind -- me! I'm just going to bed." He dragged himself out of the chair and down the hall to the bedroom where the boys had fondled his wife earlier. Kathleen followed as the timer rang.

George and Tim looked at one another in silence. Jory rejoined them and they told him about Bill's return and his condition. Tim felt that the three should leave, but Jory convinced them to stay.

In ten minutes, Kathleen returned, still nude. Without a hitch, she picked up her panties and put them on while the men watched. She put on the robe and tied it this time. "He's okay," she explained, "Sound asleep."

"We'd better go," Tim suggested.

"I wish you'd stay. I won't be able to sleep for awhile and I don't want to be alone. We can even continue the game if you want to."

Mechanically, they walked back to the table.

"Kathleen," Jory said, "The three of us are so worked up over you that if we continue, something may happen that none of us wants. We may rape you. Have you considered that?"

Kathleen's answer shocked the three men. "Well, let's let the cards decide. Let's up the anti to five hundred dollars and whoever beats me can fuck me."

Tim was the first to count out five hundred dollars and George followed suit. Jory had only four hundred eighty left, but Tim threw in twenty for him.

Jory dealt the cards tensely and picked up his small pile apprehensively. It was clear from his reaction that he had a very good hand.

George had ace high and Tim had a worse hand than that. Jory laid down two jacks and two fours. Kathleen had a pair of nines.

Jory looked a Kathleen apologetically. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you want to re-nig, I'll understand."

"It's your choice Jory. You won me fair and square."

"I don't think I can fuck my best friend's wife."

"Kathleen was silent for a moment then she got up from the table. She motioned Jory over to a comfortable chair and told him to sit and relax. She bent over him and started to unbuckle his belt. He protested at first, but she told him to shut up and sit still.




George: Book 05



Kathleen removed Jory's pants and unbuttoned his shirt. Then she stripped off his undershorts, revealing a half-hard prick that poked out of a damp patch of thick black pubic hair.

Kathleen spread Jory's knees so she could kneel between them and she got him to slump down in the chair so she could reach his cock easily. She took it gently in her hands and began blowing on it. She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently.

The results were immediate. Jory's manhood began to swell and turn dark red. Kathleen bent over it and licked the tip. She ran her tongue around the head and then took the head between her lips into her mouth. She sucked slowly on the head as she kneaded Jory's swollen nuts.

Jory groaned with pleasure and slumped further so that his ass was barely on the chair. Kathleen let go of the head and licked down the shaft of his cock with her tongue. She stretched his cock to its full length by pulling at it with one hand and then she licked her way back up to the top.

Everyone had forgotten the rule about no onlookers as George and Tim gaped at what was going on between Jory and Kathleen.

Kathleen opened her mouth wide and knelt poised to engulf Jory's prick with her mouth. She lowered her mouth over it slowly and achieved coverage of about eighty per cent. She began to suck noisily on the shaft of blood filled meat. Her mouth moved up and down on it, always keeping the head inside. Jory couldn't stand much more. He grabbed the back of the gorgeous woman's head to make sure that she could not escape and then he pressed his cock against her face and let go.

Kathleen was prepared. She began to swallow the juice from Jory's orgasm. It didn't last all that long and she was able to suck his cock clean without a drop showing outside her mouth.

When Jory had subsided, Kathleen removed her mouth from his retreating prick, gave it one more kiss and a final squeeze to his balls. She rose and winked at George and headed for the bathroom.

Jory lay exhausted for several minutes and then got up and dressed himself. George mixed a cocktail and handed it to him and then fixed one for himself. 

Chapter 5

Kathleen was back in a few minutes, as poised as ever. George had fixed her a drink and she accepted it gratefully. The foursome sat at the table and prepared for one more hand. Jory threw the five hundred he had saved on the table and Tim found that he needed to borrow forty dollars from George to make his anti. Tim dealt the cards and Kathleen let out a squeal as she picked up her hand. None of the men could challenge her flush. Gleefully, she scooped up the fifteen hundred dollars and looked at George.

"Since you're the only one with any money left, I guess it's up to you if you want to play any more."

George was counting his cash and found that he had nine hundred and eighty dollars. "I'll tell you what; we'll play one more hand and if you win, you get all the money and we'll all call it a night. But, if you lose, I get to spend the night with you."

Kathleen didn't even hesitate. "Deal, Jory."

The cards were dealt and George looked at his hand. It contained an ace of spades, jack of spades, eight of hearts and the two and three of diamonds. George was certain that he lost. Kathleen spread her cards face up on the table. She had the ace of hearts, ten of spades, nine of clubs, eight of diamonds, six of clubs, five of hearts, four of hearts and the deuce of spades. "Who won?"

George could not believe his luck. "Ace - jack beats ace - ten," he laughed.

Kathleen smiled at him and shrugged. Jory and Tim congratulated George and prepared to leave. George excused himself and went to the bathroom. He found some after-shave lotion and after washing his face and hands, he sprinkled a little on and returned to the living room.

Kathleen was alone in the room. The stereo was playing soft music and there was only a single lamp providing a dim light. She rose and came to him and they began to dance.

After the first number, George unfastened Kathleen's robe and let it fall open. She pressed her bare chest against him as they danced. His hands found their way to her ass and felt the thin material of her panties. He slipped a hand inside and squeezed one bare cheek of her behind. She pressed her box against his leg.

"You can do it any time you want to," she whispered in his ear.

"Do what?" he whispered back.

"Chew my panties off! Fuck my ass off!"

"There's something else I want to do first."

"What's that?"

"Tear your gorgeous tits off! - I haven't had my turn with them yet, remember."

At that Kathleen broke away from George and headed down the hall. George followed as Kathleen turned right instead of left and when George caught up to her, they were in a room that George had not been in before, a second bedroom. It had a king sized bed covered with a blue velvet bed spread. Kathleen stripped the bedspread off the bed, removed her robe and sprawled onto the bed on her back.

George was anxious to join her, but he had to plan his moves. He wanted to tantalize Kathleen until she would beg him to fuck her. He wanted to make sure that she would never forget this night and would want to repeat it again if at all possible.

George stood over the bed where Kathleen could watch him and began to unbutton his shirt. He did it slowly and pulled the tails out of his pants and removed it. He tossed it to the waiting brunette and she covered her chest with it, rubbing her tits through the material.

George unbuckled his belt deliberately and unzipped his fly. He lowered his trousers, took them off and hung them over the seat of a straight chair in the corner. He sat on a lower corner of the bed and removed his socks. Then he stood and faced Kathleen again and lowered his boxer shorts, allowing her to have a close look at his huge erection.

Kathleen stared at it and swallowed hard. "Are you sure this is what you want?" George asked her kindly.

The beautiful woman just nodded her head. Then to reinforce her nod she said, "I'm sure."

George reached down and pulled his shirt out of her grasp. He kneeled on the bed beside her and gently placed his hands over her ample breasts. They were so soft and vulnerable. He massaged them gently, watching Kathleen's eyes for a reaction.

She took a deep breath, let out a long sigh and tried to relax. Her expression was one of anticipation and trepidation combined. George understood that she had probably not had sex with a man other than her husband for a long time and she was not sure what to expect.

"Do you want me to talk to you while I'm making love to you?"

"Yes, talk to me. Say sexy things."

"Dirty talk?"

"Anything, reassure me. – I'm scared."

"You are one dynamite lady. You are the sexiest female imaginable. I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly stand it."

George's attention to Kathleen's breasts was increasing, but he hadn't reached Jory's level of frenzied abandon.

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck my ass off!"

"You are one sexy bitch! You are built for sex. You should spend your whole life with a stiff cock stuffed up your hot little cunt!"

"Why don't you do it then?" She was starting to respond to the tit action, moving her ass against the sheets and lifting it off the bed entirely.

George leaned over and kissed her on the navel. He tongued her belly button and then moved his mouth lower and ran his tongue across the top of her panty.

As he sank his teeth gently into her stomach through the thin red silk, Kathleen's legs separated as if forced apart by a crow bar. She lay completely open to him.

George gave her nipples one last squeeze and lowered his hands to stroke her stomach as his mouth worked lower down.

"You want it bad, don't you? You little cock loving whore?"

"Don't call me that! It's just been so long. I need your cock in me to feel like a woman again."

"You'll feel it all right. I'm going to put it to you like you've never had it before. But first I want you to ask me for it."

"You mean beg you?"

"Yes, I want you to beg for it."

George's attention was returned to the front of Kathleen's panties. He gently chewed on pubic mound through the silk. He bit hard enough so she could feel his teeth sink into her soft flesh. She was getting really turned on fast.

"Please get inside me! I want to feel you fucking me."

"Maybe I want a blow job like Jory got."

"I'll do that later. Please! Fuck me first! I need it so bad. Then I'll do anything you want. Just fuck me!"

"Maybe I'll just stick my cock between those big gorgeous tits and come all over them."

"No! I need it between my legs, in my cunt!"

George lowered his mouth between her spread legs and nipped the lips of her pussy with his teeth. Kathleen convulsed and pressed herself up against his face.

George suddenly stopped his attentions and got off the bed.' "What's wrong? What are you doing?" Her voice was near panic.

George reached back to her and grasped the top of her panty. He tugged it down and she lifted so he could work it off her torso and down her legs. She made no effort to conceal herself, but left her legs wide spread. George took advantage by staring into her crotch at the moist, excited juncture of her sex.

"You've undoubtedly got one of the hottest little pussies I've ever seen. You really do want it bad, don't you, you little bitch."

"Please just stick it in me. I can make it wonderful for you. I'll treat your fantastic cock like it's the greatest one on earth."

George leaned over and kissed the inside of one leg. He traced a path up the inside of her leg right to her opening and stopped. He repeated the procedure on the other leg. Kathleen was beside herself.

"I need it so much, more than I've ever needed anything."

"Poor little rich girl!" George commiserated, "Can't have the lollipop she desires."

George knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He wanted to fuck Kathleen as much as she wanted him to do it. He moved around to the side of the bed where she could watch what he was doing. Carefully, he wrapped the soft silk of her panty around his raging prick. Holding it in place with one hand, he crawled between her legs and brought the encased organ to her anxious receptacle.

She opened even wider and lifted to meet him. With two thrusts, George buried his cock and the red panty deep inside Kathleen. He lay still, poised over her supported by his hands and arms. He looked at her eyes but they were closed. Slowly, he withdrew part way and thrust in again.

"Yesss! That's what I want! Do it over and over again! - Fuck me! - Fuck me!"

George did. He began fucking Kathleen methodically. The smooth silk allowed his cock to slide in and out and it reduced the stimulation to give him more endurance than normal.

Kathleen's endurance was short lived. She bucked against George and then collapsed as an orgasm struck her with full force. George kept pumping until he felt her spasms subside and then he pushed his cock into her and sprawled his body on top of her.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Fabulous! That's what I needed. It was wonderful. Thank you!"

"There's a lot more where that came from. We're not done just yet."

"You mean you didn't?"

"Not yet."

"Oh."

"I want you on top."

Awkwardly, they rolled over on the bed, George maintaining his penetration of Kathleen's cunt. She lay on top of him, motionless as he held her gently in his arms.

After several quiet minutes, Kathleen began to move. She drew her pussy off George's invading cock and then plunged back down onto it. She sat up and began fucking him.

George reached up and placed his hands flat on the bouncing beauty's flopping breasts. He pushed against them as if he were bench pressing her body as she moved up and down. As her motion became more frenzied, George felt the excitement growing in his own loins. He grasped Kathleen's tits in a death grip with both hands and anticipated the eruption that was building inside of him.

Oblivious of the pain in her breasts, Kathleen continued pumping up and down the shaft that was jammed between her legs. "Come on!" she panted, "I want a damn gusher."

George was ready to oblige. He began lifting himself to meet her thrusts. She sensed that he was close and she was also. With one last thrust, she came down hard on his groin and collapsed onto his chest. George had to release his grip on her tits. To occupy his hands, he reached around her and plunged them into the crack of her ass, trying to get a finger up her rear tunnel.

Not to be outdone, Kathleen reached a hand around George's left leg and latched onto his balls. She gave them a terrific squeeze. The other hand groped around his other leg and poked at his scrotum and asshole.

At this point, both bodies succumbed to the physical stimulation they had been enduring. George felt his cock erupt into the moist tunnel that encased it. He also felt Kathleen's pussy contract and grabbed his prick in a grip that was intense as any he had ever experienced. Their mutual eruptions lasted for several minutes before they were able to regain control of their senses and begin to relax.

George stroked one hand up and down the crack of his lover's ass as she gently squeezed his balls, trying to extract any remaining drops of his precious fluid into her puss.

Kathleen was the first to speak. "That was pure heaven! I've never had it that good before."

"We'll do it even better next time. I promise!"

They lay quietly as George receded and at last he pushed Kathleen's shoulders back signaling her to disengage. Reluctantly she climbed off and rolled onto her back. George sat up. The red panty was still partially draped around his flaccid prick. He peeled the soaked red silk off and held it up. Miraculously, it was still in one piece and not even torn.

He got off the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom. He ran the sink full of warm water, added some liquid soap and put Kathleen's intimate undergarment into the soapy water to soak. Then he found a wash rag and soaked it in warm water from the faucet.

George returned to the bedroom where Kathleen had not moved. He sat beside her and reached between her legs with the warm washcloth. He carefully wiped her pubic mound and the outer lips of her pussy. He returned to the bathroom to rinse the cloth.  

When he returned, he pushed the cloth up inside her and held it there. She smiled up at him indicating that it felt nice. She opened her legs as wide as she could and he pressed the cloth in a little further.

After cleaning Kathleen, George turned back the sheets of the bed and tucked her under the covers. He kissed her and told her to go to sleep. He promised he would call her in the morning. She didn't want him to leave, but she was asleep in five minutes as he sat next to her.

George showered and dressed. He looked in on Bill who was sleeping soundly. He returned to Kathleen's bedside, where she slept on her back. He lifted the covers to take a last look at her gorgeous body. He pinched each of her tits lightly and stroked her pussy until she aroused. Then he kissed her and told her he was on his way. She nodded and closed her eyes again. He covered her up and left.



George: Book 06



BOOK VI - FAMILY FEUD 

Chapter 1

George had set his alarm for ten a.m. and it buzzed exactly on time. He had slept soundly and when he stood up he felt just a tinge of a hangover. He was certain his headache would dissipate with some food and coffee.

He showered and shaved and began dressing to go find something to eat. As he was knotting his tie, the phone rang. The caller was Wesley Palmer, the man George was supposed to meet at two p.m. for some sales discussions. Mr. Palmer asked if they could get together at noon, as he had to be on a two-thirty flight to Dallas. George agreed to be in Wesley's office at noon.

George found a buffet brunch in the hotel dining room and that suited his appetite just fine. He skimmed through the Wall Street Journal as he was eating and then returned to his room. For the next twenty minutes, he studied the folder that contained information on Wes Palmer's account.

The meeting in Mr. Palmer's office was brief and mutually successful. George recommended several new products and Wesley Palmer agreed to buy trial copies of all except one of them. He said it was likely that he would need ten to twelve additional copies within two months, if the software lived up to his expectations.

With the agreement signed, Wesley Palmer asked George if he could do a huge favor for him.

"What is it Wes? George asked. "I'll certainly do it if I can."

"I need a bartender," Wes's favor surprised George, but he listened.

Amy Palmer, Wes's only niece was engaged to be married next month. The groom's mother and sister were giving Amy a small bridal shower this evening. The bartender that had been hired a month ago had cancelled out at the last minute, giving some far-fetched excuse. Amy's mother had called Wesley this morning in a total panic and Wesley had agreed to fill in as the bartender; now he had another commitment, flying to Dallas. Anyway, if George had no special plans for the evening, he could do Wes a huge favor by tending bar for the shower.

George had planned to try and find a date from his week's acquaintances, perhaps Marge, and have a quiet dinner somewhere. The prospect of a bridal shower did not appeal to him at all. Nevertheless, he felt an obligation to one of his best customers and he agreed to the arrangement; Wes thanked him profusely.

Wes gave George directions to the home of the Groom, thanked George again and rushed off to the airport, leaving George with an afternoon to kill. George decided to spend it at the Air Force Museum and he found the time slipped by quickly as he viewed the many old airplanes and other exhibits.

At five o'clock, George reached the address he had been given and pulled his car into the driveway in front of a four-car garage. He rang the door chimes and waited for at least a minute before a young woman opened the door.

"Hi, I'm George, your new bartender," he quipped

The young lady smiled and invited him into the entryway. "I'm Lonnie, Jack's sister. You're a little early; we're just getting things set up. Come on in"

"Who's Jack?"

"He's my brother, the groom. I thought you knew him."

"I'm not the guy who was supposed to tend bar for you. I'm a last minute replacement that Amy's uncle dug up."

"I see. -- I wonder if mom knows about this."

They proceeded into a huge formal living room. The carpet was a lime color and very plush. The furniture was all French provincial and the walls were covered with what looked to be original paintings.

"Sit down, George," Lonnie motioned to a chair. "I'll find my mother and introduce you to her. She is really the one in charge of food and drink. I'm entertainment."

Lonnie was back in less than a minute with her beautiful mother. This woman was a dead ringer for Joan Collins, but quite a few years younger looking than the sixty-year-old movie star. She was introduced as Jennifer, the hostess for the shower. George's interest in the shower was kicked up an order of magnitude the instant he saw her.

Lonnie explained the substitute bartender business and George explained how he had been drafted to fill in. Jennifer looked more than a bit peeved but she told Lonnie to show George where the liquor and food would be served. George followed Lonnie through the spacious house and down a flight of stairs until they arrived at the shower site.

George was ushered into the most elaborate recreation room he had ever seen in a private home. It was nearly the size of a gymnasium. The room was separated into two halves by a Plexiglas wall running lengthwise down the center. One half contained a beautiful indoor swimming pool and a whirlpool. The poolroom was furnished with deck chairs and lounge chairs and the floor was covered with indoor/outdoor carpeting.

The centerpiece of the other half of the huge recreation room was the bar. It stretched about twenty-five feet long and was crafted of hand carved wood. George was certain that it cost more than many people's houses. The ceiling over the bar contained racks of bottles and glasses. A quick inspection told George that the bar was stocked a well as any commercial bar he had ever been in.

The bar room was furnished with soft lounge chairs and small coffee tables. Plush gray carpeting covered three fourths of the room's floor. One end of the room had a hard wood floor that could be used for dancing or to set up a piano or a combo for entertainment. George also noted a large amount of electronic stereo equipment on wall shelves behind one end of the bar.

Lonnie watched George as he surveyed the room in wonder. "Not bad huh!" she finally said. "This is where Jack and I have done most of our playing since we were babies."

George just nodded his approval and turned his attention to Lonnie. She was a lovely young lady to say the least. Perhaps her best features were her thick black hair, styled to frame her pretty face, and her flashing brown eyes. The loose fitting sweater and slacks she wore revealed little about her figure. A wedding ring and a large diamond adorned her left hand.

"Ignoring George's gaze, Lonnie said, "I'd better fill you in on your job for the evening and then I have to get dressed."

She proceeded to show George where everything was for mixing drinks. The wine rack was obvious and she opened a large cooler that was filled with ice and at least a half a dozen varieties of beer. A nearby refrigerator was filled with pop and mix. She pointed to a large table at the end of the bar and explained that a caterer would be arriving shortly to set up hot and cold hors d'oeuvres. It would be George's job to watch over the food, keep the table straightened, wash dishes and glassware, and serve the guests whatever they wished to drink. There was a book under the bar that contained recipes for hundreds of mixed drinks.

They were interrupted when Jennifer came in and told Lonnie that the food had arrived. Lonnie excused herself and went to direct the caterers to the room. Jennifer, who had tagged along, smiled at George and then left him standing alone.

Soon though, Lonnie returned with two men carrying pans, serving utensils and heating elements. She told them she would return in fifteen minutes to see if everything was set up properly and she left again.

George watched as the men set up the heating elements plugged them into a plug strip. They taped the cord down on the floor and ran it to a wall socket. They arranged the empty pans over the heaters and fired up the plug strip to begin heating the pans.

The caterers made several trips to their truck to bring in all of the food and the dishes. They filled the pans with shrimp, meatballs and chicken wings. Plates of cheese and cold cuts, sitting on beds of ice, were also placed on the table along with two bowls of crackers.

Heart shaped cut glass plates were stacked beside the food and sterling silver forks. Napkins with a red heart framing the silhouette of a kissing couple and the names Amy and Jack were the final touch.

The two men were just placing the serving utensils next to the appropriate hors d'oeuvres when Lonnie reappeared. She had changed into a tight black sheath dress, knee length. Now George could see that her figure matched the loveliness of her face. She had slim legs and curves in all the right places. She looked very sophisticated, but the dress seemed more appropriate for a funeral than a wedding shower.

Lonnie checked the food table and asked the men if they had tongs for the crackers. One of the men told her that most people had trouble using tongs for crackers and would break them. They had found that just letting people pick up the crackers with their fingers seemed to work out better. Lonnie didn't argue.

After the caterers left, Lonnie turned her attention to George. "You're in charge now, George," she directed him. "The guests should be here in a few minutes and the entertainers will be here at six to start setting up."

George saluted and said "Aye aye sir." Lonnie gave him a big smile

"How big a shindig is this?" George asked, pointing to the large amount of food on the table.

"It will be just mother and I and Amy and her mom and two girl friends."

"George showed his surprise. There's enough food there for an army. I hope the entertainers are hungry."

"As I understand it, there are only two of them. But, it will be a long evening and we'll nibble lots as we go along."

"Would you like a drink? I can practice on you before the other guests arrive."

"I'd better not just yet. Like I said it will be a long evening."

Just then, Jennifer entered the room followed by another woman about the same age and a young girl. George was struck by the loveliness of the two newcomers and had a hard time choosing which of the three women to gaze at.

The young girl looked about sixteen. Her big brown eyes gave her a look of innocence that very few females ever achieved. Her hair was light brown or very dark blond; George wasn't sure what to call it. She wore a yellow sleeveless frock over a short sleeved white blouse.

The other newcomer was the tallest of the three, about five foot nine, and looked like a fashion model. Her perfect coiffeur was brown, tinted with blond. Her face was gorgeous and impassive. She wore a beige linen dress that stopped four inches above her knees, revealing long, shapely legs. Her tan pumps had the tallest spiked heals George could remember seeing.

Jennifer had changed her outfit since George had met her. She now wore a blue dress with a scoop neckline and length almost to the knee. A string of pearls around her neck gave her a very elegant look indeed. Her blue heels were slightly lower than her companion's were.

Lonnie greeted the two guests and introduced them to George, Amy and Samantha, the bride and her mother. The mother and daughter were directed to the soft chairs in front of the bar. George gave Lonnie a questioning look and she held her hand up to indicate he should hold off on the drinks till the other guests arrived.

Jennifer departed again and was back in about five minutes with two young girls; they didn't look as young as Amy, but George assumed the three were about the same age, around twenty. Lonnie brought them over to the bar and introduced them to "their bartender for the evening, George."

The girls' names were Terry and Linda. They appeared to George to be almost complete opposites. Terry was lovely, dishwater blond with blue-green eyes, a very unusual color. She appeared quiet, reserved quiet not shy quiet. She wore a light green long sleeved blouse, tucked into a straight Kelly green skirt. She looked like the kind of girl George had always wanted for a daughter.

Linda on the other hand was anything but reserved. She had short bleached blond hair and blue eyes. The first thing most men noticed about her was the size of her chest. She accentuated this feature by wearing a tight lavender sweater. Her skirt was off white, short and full. She looked exactly like a cheerleader and George pictured her with a big letter F on the front of her sweater. Just the look in her eye when she smiled at him told him that it wouldn't take much convincing for a man to get his hands under Linda's sweater. He began laying plans in his mind to achieve that end and more before the evening ended.

The six females settled themselves into comfortable chairs around the largest coffee table. George let them talk for a few minutes and then interrupted to ask if anyone cared for a drink. He started with the guest of honor and her mother and went from there. He found it interesting that the three younger girls asked for wine and the three elder women ordered mixed drinks. He would have expected it to be the other way around if anything.

While George was preparing the six glasses, Jennifer suggested that they attack the food. The ladies lined up and filled their heart shaped plates with shrimp, meatballs, wings, crackers, cheese, and more. It was amazing how much food the six had on their plates. George waited till they were all seated and served the drinks in the same sequence that he had taken the orders.

"You must have done this before," Jennifer complemented him on his protocol.

"As a matter of fact, this is my very first time," George explained. "However, I have lots of experience sitting in bars and observing cocktail waitresses; one of the inherent traits of a traveling salesman."

"You mix a very tasty vodka martini." This came from Samantha.

"One of my own favorites," George explained.

When the doorbell chimed through the intercom, Jennifer asked George if he would mind being the butler as well as the bartender. "I think it must be the entertainers."

George retraced in reverse the path that he and Lonnie had taken earlier. Without missing a turn, he arrived at the front door of the mansion and opened it to face two young men dressed in black shirts and blue jeans. The men were almost identical in size and build, about six feet tall and very muscular. One had black hair and was dark complexioned while the other was blond with blue eyes and fair skin. They didn't look much like musicians to George.

George looked at the darker man questioningly. "The entertainment?" he asked.

"For the bridal shower, that's right."

"Follow me," George motioned them in.

"We've got a lot of equipment to haul in, Jeeves. Can you give us a hand?"

George had been demoted from bartender to butler and now to a beast of burden, hauling equipment for two cocky musicians. Despite his demise, he was looking forward to the evening with six beautiful women with quite a bit of anticipation. 

Chapter 2

As George helped the two swarthy men carry in lighting and sound equipment, he kept wondering where the instruments were. He was pretty sure these two weren't singers, but he never found any instruments.

When all of the equipment had been toted into the far end of the rec. room, George promoted himself back to bartender and served the girls a second round of drinks while the two entertainers began to set up for whatever they were going to do. All six women were receptive to another round, three glasses of wine and three mixed drinks.

As he served the drinks, George joked, "I forgot to ask if you want this all on one tab or on separate checks."

Linda looked at him and then at Lonnie. "You know, Lonnie, you should have made him wear one of those male bunny costumes like the Playboy Club."

George cleared the coffee table of empty glasses and plates and filled the sink behind the bar with warm water and soap to wash the dishes. He listened to the lighthearted conversation as he washed. The ladies were watching the two newcomers erect their equipment.

George was beginning to suspect what the entertainment was, and he wondered which of the women knew about it and which ones would be surprised when it started. Jennifer was the hostess, but George could not picture her arranging to have male strippers at her future daughter's shower. The bride's mother was certainly not a candidate. Only Lonnie or one of the two young friends could have come up with this idea, but how many of them actually knew about it?

As George listened, the ladies answered his questions. He realized that each one of the women knew about the entertainment. Lonnie had gotten the idea after hearing that Jack's best man had hired female strippers for Jack's stag party. The four younger women seemed to be anticipating the coming events with great delight, but the two mothers seemed quite skeptical about it.

"I'm just going to be embarrassed to death," George heard Samantha remark.

"You may enjoy it more than you think, mother," her daughter replied.

Then the subject matter changed and the three young girls were telling the others what it was like to travel in Europe in the summer as a single college girl. They talked about boys and parties and concerts and more boys.

Lonnie had been to Spain when she was in college. She asked if the Spanish men were still as brazen and obnoxious to American girls as when she was there.

Linda said she had enjoyed flirting with the Spaniards. "They have such big egos and they think you can't resist them. If you turn them down the first night and then give them what they're after the second night, everything works out just great.

George looked at the two mothers to see how they were taking this kind of talk. They sat quietly with tight smiles on their faces.

Amy looked at Terry. "Ter', tell them about the guy you ran into in Barcelona, at the market."

"It's too embarrassing."

"You told me."

"But you're my best friend."

"I'll tell then. Terry wanted to go shopping in the market and I was bushed after a late party the night before. So, she went out alone and wandered into the street market where she met this young Spanish boy, he was only about fifteen. Isn't that right, Terry?"

"I'd say he was at most sixteen, but he already thought he was God's gift to women, especially American women. He kept calling me Americano chickie, because I wouldn't give him my name.

"How did you meet him?" Linda asked.

"He was selling wooden carvings at a stand. I stopped to look and found one I liked so I bought it from him. Then when I left, he turned the stand over to his brother and started following me."

"Tell them how he was dressed," Amy prompted.

"All he had on was a pair of tight cut-offs and sandals. He kept telling me I was beautiful and he wanted me. I tried to tell him I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't leave. I yelled at him to get lost, but he didn't listen. He just kept calling me a beautiful Americano chickie and saying he would be the best lover I had ever had."

"Tell them how you were dressed."

"I had on a loose white dress, thin cotton, and just panties underneath. I think what turned him on to start with is when I was looking at the carvings I bent over and he could look right down the front of my dress and see that I wasn't wearing a bra."

"Couldn't you find someone to help you?" asked Jennifer.

"I was more annoyed than afraid. I just wanted to get back to the hotel so I started in that direction. As we left the market streets, there weren't many people around and then I became more concerned. He kept saying he was going to lay me and I couldn't resist him. Then I made a bad mistake; I made a wrong turn and headed down a narrow street that was not the way I had come. When I entered the street there were people walking toward me, but then suddenly we were alone and we came to a dead end."

"It was there that this kid decided to replace words with actions," Amy interjected.

"He backed me up against the wall of a building and started feeling me through my dress. He pinched my breasts and poked his hand between my legs. I didn't scream but I yelled at him to stop it, that I didn't want him to do that."




George: Book 06



"You must have been terrified!" Samantha sympathized.

"I really wasn't yet. He seemed so young that I thought I could handle him. Then he unzipped his shorts and forced me to put my hand inside. I thought maybe I could just jack him off and he would be satisfied, so I played along a little. But as soon as he realized that I was giving in a little, he grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up to my waist. He tried to pull my panties down. I stopped feeling him and started to yell and struggle but he had me pinned with his body to the wall. He got my panties pulled down about a foot, but I spread my legs so he couldn't pull them any further. Instead, he ran his hands up to my breasts, under the dress this time and squeezed them hard. Then, he planted a hand between my legs and started feeling me there.  

At that I had had enough. With all my strength, I raised a leg and kneed him in the groin. He let go of me and doubled over and I started to run. Just then a woman who had heard me yelling came out of a doorway. I ran up to her and she took me inside. It was the back of a restaurant. I just sank down on the floor and cried. The woman brought me some wine and let me stay until I was more composed. Then she had her daughter walk most of the way back to the hotel with me.

The group of women was spellbound by the erotic story. Jennifer, Samantha and Lonnie all expressed their sympathy for Terry in such a scary situation. But Amy and Linda saw it as more of an adventure than a frightening assault.

"Linda," Amy said, "You must have had some encounters with men in Europe right on the street. You were in Italy. Didn't any of the men sample your bosom in public?"

"Oh sure, but they were always harmless encounters, nothing serious or dangerous."

"Tell us about one."

"Well, the one that got the best feel was right in Rome in St Peter's square, if you can imagine that. It was a really hot day and I had on a halter and Bermuda shorts, no bra. I was walking around with a girlfriend, Jane Mathews, maybe you know her. Anyhow, she said this guy was following us. At first I didn't pay any attention because she had thought someone was following us before a couple of times. When she said it again, I looked at the man she was talking about. He was short and fat and about forty years old. He had a small dog with him on a leash."

"Sounds like the worst kind," Samantha remarked.

"Jane got tired of walking and we looked for a place to rest. We found a bench in the shade and sat down gratefully. The next thing we knew, this guy was sitting at the other end of the bench. He let the dog loose and it came over to me. I picked it up and petted it and it liked me."

Most of the women had finished their second round of drinks, but George did not want to interrupt the story. They were all intent on listening.

"Finally the guy called the dog back to him, but when it got over to him, it turned around and came back to me. I held it in my lap and the guy called it again. This time it wouldn't even walk over to him. So, he got up and came around behind me. He reached over as if to take the dog from me, but instead he poked his hands right down the front of my halter and grabbed my tits. I was so startled I didn't react at first, I didn't even let go of the dog. He had a good grip on both sides and squeezed like hell. Jane jumped up, but she didn't yell or anything. I finally called him a son-of-a-bitch and threw the dog at him. He let go and caught the dog. I turned around and called him an asshole, but he just laughed at me and said "Thank you lovely American! You have lovely soft tits. You should let all Italian men feel your soft tits." Then he turned and walked away."

As the story ended, Lonnie took a check of progress at the end of the room. The men were nearly finished setting up their lights and sound equipment. George took this cue to offer the ladies another round of drinks. They all accepted again and then returned to the food table to fill up a second helping. They sat quietly; nibbling and watching the entertainers as George fixed their drinks.

Lonnie walked down to talk to the two men and when she returned, they began moving furniture in front of their stage. They arranged six chairs in a semi-circle facing the hardwood floor. They place two coffee tables in the semi-circle for the plates and drinks. Lonnie told the ladies they should move to the new seating for the start of the evening's entertainment.

The ladies picked up their plates and drinks and moved to new seats. Linda made sure that Amy was seated right next to the stage on one side. Jennifer and Samantha were seated the furthest from the stage. Terry took the close seat on the right side of the semi-circle.

The hardwood floor was bordered on all sides by multicolored floor lights. Only the whites were turned on at the present time. Lonnie turned off the other lights in the room except for a small light over the bar for George to work by. Then she sat next to Terry.

The darker of the two men was apparently the spokesman for the duo. He had a microphone in his hand, attached by a long cord to an electronic control panel. As the ladies settled down and turned their attention to him, he introduced himself as Darrin and his partner as Cory. He explained to the six women that this was a different environment for the two men to work in. They usually performed in clubs, he named a couple but George didn't pay any attention to the names.

Darrin continued, "We'll just have to play it by ear. We want to help you ladies enjoy your evening. For Amy, it's her last fling before she has to settle down to one man. So let's all relax and let loose a little bit. No one needs to be embarrassed. We want you to get to know us and we want to get to know you. Give us some encouragement as we go along. Tell us what you like and tell us if there's anything you don't like. We aim to please and we know you won't have a better opportunity for some fun and excitement than we can provide you here tonight."

Cory, the blond, was at the control panel flipping some switches. The lights around the floor began changing colors, first the blue lights, then a mixture of blue and yellow to get green and so on through yellow, orange, red and back to just white light.

Rock music began to sound from the four speakers that had been set up. The sound level was moderate and the music had a strong beat to it.

Darrin and Cory began an aerobic type of dancing that stretched their muscular bodies, making their tight fitting clothes appear even tighter. They were both quite athletic, able to stretch and tumble gracefully. It appeared they had both studied some ballet somewhere along the way. When the men did a tumbling move that looked especially difficult, they elicited a few handclaps from several of their female audience.

As a new song came over the speakers, the two men stood with their backs to the six women. They unbuttoned their shirts and pulled the shirttails out of their jeans, then twirled around to show the ladies their bare chests. This brought the loudest hand clapping yet and Linda was the first to provide vocal encouragement to the men. "Yeah! Take it off!" she called out.

But it was halfway through the song, after more stretching and tumbling, before the dancers obliged Linda and removed their shirts completely. Darrin dropped his shirt in Amy's lap and Cory tossed his to Linda. Linda wadded up the shirt in her hands and held it to her face to sniff its aroma. Amy just held Darrin's shirt in her lap.

After the two acrobatic numbers, Darrin announced a short break. George brought them water and glasses. Several of the females replenished their food supplies as well. George got himself a plate of food; he hadn't eaten since brunch at the hotel.

The two dancers rested as the women chatted. George ate and washed some more plates and glasses. After ten minutes, Darrin and Cory removed their shoes and stockings and prepared for the next segment of entertainment.

Darrin took up the mike and announced, "It's time for some audience participation. We'd like you lovely young ladies to kick off your shoes and come up and dance with us. Let's start with the bride to be and her maid of honor."

Lonnie and Linda were clapping and they grabbed Amy and Terry by their arms and pulled them out of their chairs. The guest of honor and her attendant didn't need all that much encouragement. They stopped to remove their shoes and then stepped onto the hardwood floor.

Terry motioned for Amy to take her choice. Amy walked over to Darrin, leaving Terry with Cory. Cory reached over on the control panel to flip a switch and start the music. It was another rock song and the two couples began to sway to the beat and the girls tried to imitate the steps of the males. Then the music shifted to a slow ballad and after a slight hesitation, Amy came close to Darrin and he put his bare arms around her and they danced cheek to cheek. Terry had little choice but to join Cory in the same manner.

The two couples danced and talked as the other women watched intently and George spruced up the hors d'oeurve table. Amy and Terry seemed very much at ease, dancing with the topless musclemen.

When the slow song ended, the two girls returned to their chairs and the men offered their hands to the mothers. Samantha jumped up without hesitation and kicked off her pumps. But, Jennifer held back from Darrin and had to be encouraged by the others before she finally stood and removed her heels.

Another soft, slow song wafted from the speakers and the men led their new partners, who were probably twice their age, to the floor. The ladies were accomplished dancers and easily followed the leads of Darrin and Cory. Samantha appeared to be enjoying herself, but Jennifer looked ill at ease and when Darrin said something to her, her face tensed even more. George wondered what he had said. But by the time the song ended, she seemed more relaxed and smiled at the others as she returned to her chair.

Lonnie and Linda got their turn also. Linda made sure it was Darrin she danced with. She pressed her bosom against his bare chest as if inviting him to grab a handful of her delightful, soft flesh. Lonnie and Cory danced smoothly and talked quietly. It appeared to George that they knew one another, or at least had met before.

After the song ended and the six ladies were all seated again, Darrin thanked them for being such a pleasure to dance with. He said that they would have an opportunity for more dances later but right now he and Cory would dance while the ladies relaxed and enjoyed.

Cory started the tape player and a fast rock number blared into the room. The two male dancers began a synchronized, acrobatic display of their athletic ability and their muscular bodies. They flexed their arms and thrust their hips in a very suggestive manner. Together they did a handstand, side by side, and then kicked back to their feet and directly into a back flip. This brought cheers and hand clapping from the small, intimate audience.

After a few more acrobatics, the mood of the music changed to a slow ballad and the dancers ceased their acrobatics and slowed the tempo of their flexing and thrusting.

George studied the six females enjoying the show. They were all watching the two dancers intently, but with slightly different looks on their countenances. Amy, Terry and Lonnie seemed to be taking everything in calmly and enjoying the dancers' skills. Linda appeared to be somewhat aroused, as if she wanted to jump up and grab one of the men on the stage. Samantha watched Cory almost exclusively and seemed to be in a bit of an agitated state. Jennifer looked as if she were embarrassed, however she never let her attention wander from what was going on before her eyes.

As the two young studs swiveled their hips in a slow rotation, facing their rapt audience, they slowly unfastened the clasp at the top of their belt-less jeans. George could feel the intensity of the watchers increase; anticipation filled the room. Ever so slowly and in perfect accord, the two men lowered the zippers on their flies. They poked their hands down the front of their trousers and massaged the front of their thighs.

George again studied the females. Amy, Terry and Lonnie showed no change of demeanor. Linda's left hand gripped her upper leg through her dress and George could see excitement in her eyes. Samantha still trained her attention only on Cory and Jennifer's embarrassment heightened.

Darrin and Cory worked their hands around their hips to their buttocks, under their jeans. The front of their underwear was clearly visible. Darrin was wearing purple briefs and Cory's were dark green. The two men forced their tight jeans down ever so slowly, down to mid-thigh, to their knees and finally to the floor. They stepped out of them and stood before the six women in the briefest of bikini underwear. They seemed totally at ease, which was not the case for all of the onlookers.

As Darrin and Cory stood still, displaying their bodies for review, Linda and Amy began a tentative applause. Lonnie and Terry joined in quickly and finally the two moms clapped ever so lightly. The dancers bowed as a new ballad wafted from the speakers.

Darrin stepped forward as the spokesman and talked about the next phase of activity. "When Cory and I work in clubs, this is the time when we walk down to the audience where the ladies can have an opportunity to get better acquainted. We want you to get better aquatinted with us tonight. I'd say that in all of our club work, in front of hundreds of audiences, we've never worked in front of a group that contained six ladies as lovely as you. We feel very fortunate to be here and we want to make this a very special party."

"We're going to continue with soft, slow music and we want you to come up and join us as the spirit moves you. We can dance and talk and get to know one another - intimately." Cory stressed the last word quite strongly.

Once again, Amy and Terry were encouraged to be the guinea pigs. Terry seemed the more eager of the two. She walked right up to Cory and let him put his arm around her waist but she stayed at arms length. Amy joined Darrin the same way and the two couples began dancing rather awkwardly.

Darrin whispered something into Amy's ear and she looked at him and shook her head. Boldly he took her hand from his waist and placed it over the front of his briefs. She pulled her hand away as soon as he let go. When he took her hand again and guided it to the same spot she did not pull away but rested her fingers gently over his bulge.

Terry observed her friend and she relaxed and moved closer to Cory. Within a couple of minutes, they were cheek to cheek and pressed together. Getting brave in a hurry Terry dropped her hand to the back of Cory's briefs and gently stroked his ass.

Amy was getting bolder as well. Her hand stroked the front of Darrin's purple bikini underwear and her fingers probed into his balls and scrotum.

As the music stopped briefly, it was the two men who pulled back from the contact. Cory spoke for the first time; "We've certainly got two girls who are getting into the spirit of things. How about the rest of you? Lonnie, come on up here."

Lonnie stood and walked toward Cory. Linda jumped up and headed for Darrin as Terry and Amy returned somewhat reluctantly to their chairs.

Once again, Lonnie gave the impression that she was familiar with Cory. She came close to him and they danced smoothly to the new song. After a couple of minutes, her hand wandered to his green underwear and she began stroking his sexual equipment through the thin material.

Meanwhile, Linda had no inhibitions at all about being with Darrin. She pressed her ample chest against his bare one and wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug. Darrin took advantage of her exuberance. He started with both hands at the back of her waist, but it didn't take long before her was gently squeezing Linda's ass through her dress.

Lonnie continued to feel Cory, as he held her passively and allowed her to take the initiative. As if she were checking progress, Lonnie grabbed the waistband of his briefs, pulled it out in front, and peered in to see what was there. Cory calmly but firmly grabbed her hand and placed it on his hip. He whispered in her ear that peaking at this stage was not allowed.

Linda decided to take some initiative of her own. She kissed Darrin on his cheek, the side of his neck and then bent to kiss the top of his chest. They stopped dancing and she worked her lips down the front of his chest. She dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed his waist just above his briefs. She started to tug at the front of his briefs and would have poked her nose down the front of them, but the music stopped and Darrin grasped her firmly by the shoulders and lifted her back to her feet.

Amy and Terry were encouraging Jennifer and Samantha; in fact they were dragging them to their feet. The two gorgeous ladies looked very reluctant as the young men beckoned to them to join them.

Both women started for Cory. When Samantha got there first, Jennifer had to turn reluctantly toward Darrin. The two women displayed less enthusiasm than any of the younger four did. They allowed the men to take them by the hand and place a hand on their hips and dance joined only at two points.

The four girls looking on were not about to allow their elders to get by so easy. Amy and Terry walked up behind Samantha and nudged her toward Cory. Cory pulled from his side and the lady in between had no alternative but to move closer to her nearly naked partner. Their bodies pressed lightly together and an almost frightened look fleeted across Samantha's face.

Cory did not pressure her further and the girls stepped back to watch the progress from their efforts. Samantha relaxed and let Cory guide her. She enjoyed dancing with attractive men and even though this one had no cloths on, he wasn't really so threatening, she thought.

Jennifer saw what had happened with Cory and Samantha, but she was still apprehensive about Darrin. She did allow him to draw her a bit closer in the natural course of their dance movement.

Amy and Terry were not completely satisfied with Samantha's indoctrination. Amy stepped near the couple and grasped her mother's hand. Samantha immediately deciphered her intention and tried to withdraw her hand from her daughter's grasp. But Amy was too quick and had a strong grip. She placed Samantha's hand right over the bulge in Cory's shorts and held it there.

Darrin became more insistent that Jennifer should loosen up. He told her what a beautiful woman she was and that she shouldn't feel the least bit of embarrassment about enjoying the party festivities. Jennifer listened and allowed herself to be drawn close against him. She felt the bulge in his underwear pressing against her and her face betrayed that she did find it exciting.

Samantha also felt excitement growing in her as the sensation of her hand filled with a man's large cock reached her brain. When Amy let go of her hand, she did not withdraw it, but instead dug her fingers into the soft tissue beneath the thin covering.

The music stopped and the two women, who had just begun to enjoy the close contact with the young studs, had to disengage. They both looked a bit sheepish as they walked back to join the others.

Darrin spoke to the group again. "Thank you, ladies! You were just wonderful. This lovely party for Amy is off to a fast start and it's going to get a lot better." He looked over at Lonnie with a questioning look.

Lonnie stood up. "While the guys take a break and refresh themselves let's get a fresh drink and some food if you want it and then Amy's going to open her gifts."





George: Book 06



"Oh shucks!" Linda said. They aren't going to put their clothes on, are they?"

Lonnie laughed at her. "I don't think so," she answered. 

Chapter 3

Amy sat as the center of attention with five beautifully wrapped packages in front of her and five eager females circled around her. George had taken orders for drinks and was in the process of serving them. By now, each of the six women had enough alcohol in her to definitely feel the effects. George had to admit that they all seemed to hold their liquor well.

Amy went eenie - meenie - minie - moe and picked a medium sized, flat package wrapped in plain silver paper with a large royal blue bow. She slipped the ribbon off carefully and found where the paper was taped. She un-wrapped the package without even a slight tear in the paper.

The box looked like clothing of some sort and it had the name of a boutique on the side, but the name didn't mean anything to George.

Amy opened the box and found a card on top of the tissue-covered gift. She opened the card and read the inscription. The gift was from her future mother.

Laying the card aside, Amy lifted the tissue and pulled out a black silk garment. She held it up and revealed that it was a black silk nightgown, very expensive looking. She also found a bra and panty combo, both in matching black.

The watchers all exclaimed at how lovely the set was. "Wait till Jack sees that," Terry laughed, "His eyes will fall out of their sockets." The others laughed and agreed. Amy thanked Jennifer and gave her a hug.

Laying her first gift aside, Amy chose a small packaged and un-wrapped it as carefully as she had the first. Again she read the small card and then found a bottle of expensive perfume from Terry.

Amy opened the perfume and took a whiff. She passed it around for the others to sample. "Well, darling," Samantha commented, "It looks like you will be very presentable on your wedding night." Amy hugged Terry and thanked her for the lovely scent.

The third package was from Lonnie. It contained a hand painted porcelain figure of a ballet dancer. Amy's eyes glowed with excitement as she told her future sister it was a perfect gift and she loved it.

Linda's gift was another peignoir set, this one with a short, sheer blue nightie with matching bikini panty and bra, also quite sheer. Amy looked at Linda with a wide smile. "I love it," she enthused, "but I think I'm going to need a few drinks to get up the courage to wear it."

"Don't worry," Linda replied slyly, "If you wear it in front of Jack, you won't have to wear it very long." This got a noisy second from the others.

The final gift was from Samantha. It was the largest package and the most elegantly wrapped in green paper with silver wedding bells and a huge silver bow.

The card that Amy read had a long, loving inscription. Then she pulled a large stuffed koala bear from the box and everyone oohed and aahed in delight. Amy hugged the bear tightly and then passed it to Terry and hugged her mom.

After the opening of presents, there was a lull in the festivities. Darrin and Cory had disappeared and Lonnie went to find them. Samantha and Jennifer came to the bar to get their drinks freshened and then George served a new round for the others. He left one for Lonnie even though she had not returned. The hors d'oeuvre table was left neglected even though there was lots of good food remaining.

When Lonnie returned, everyone looked toward her expectantly. She sat down and sipped her drink before she explained the next activity. "A fashion show," she said, "We're going to put on a lingerie show and Darrin, Cory and George will be the judges."

All three younger girls expressed delight with the plan, but the two mothers seemed rather subdued, even reluctant. Irregardless, Lonnie herded the party out of the room and upstairs. She grabbed the two boxes containing the nightgowns that Amy had just unwrapped.

George was left alone to reflect on the interesting party and to tidy up the room. He arranged three chairs for the judges at the edge of the hardwood floor. He set up seating for the contestants behind that.

He was just fixing himself the first drink of the day when Lonnie returned. She told him that the girls had voted and agreed unanimously that George had to strip to his undershorts to judge the contest. After she left he did just that.

Once again, Lonnie returned and this time she had Darrin and Cory in tow. She looked approvingly at George but did not comment. Instead, she instructed all three men on the judging procedures. The ladies would come in one at a time and parade before the judges. They would draw straws for the order. The judges were free to comment in a lighthearted way. They could take notes and judge the girls any way they wished. She laid some pencils and notepads on a table near them. They could announce winners in more than one category if they wished.

After Lonnie had departed, Cory found a tape of soft, seductive music and started it. The three men sat expectantly, awaiting the first contestant. They were all wondering what each of the women would be wearing.

After a few minutes, it was Lonnie who appeared as the first lingerie model. She was wearing a pair of maroon men's silk pajamas. She explained that she had agreed to be first so that she could narrate the rest of the show.

Lonnie walked back and forth, barefoot before the trio of judges. The pajamas were too big, but the bottoms stayed in place. She narrated for herself.

"These pajamas are made of the finest Chinese silk. The atrocious color is supposed to make the wearer feel more masculine. The tops have three buttons and the bottoms have two snaps. They are available at Sears Roebuck for thirty dollars or maybe twenty on sale."

Darrin spoke up, "What's underneath them?"

Lonnie looked at him and winked. "Just skin!"

"Let's see a little of it", Darrin replied.

Lonnie promptly unbuttoned the top button and bent over so that the judges could see enough of her breasts to be certain she was not wearing a bra. She straightened up, undid the lower button and separated the front of the shirt to display her navel. She then turned her back on the judges, bent over and mooned them, with her legs held tightly together. The three men applauded her lovely bare ass as she wiggled it a couple of times before them. Then she adjusted the bottoms and walked off the floor.

Amy was the second to display her nighttime wardrobe. She was wearing the black silk nightgown that Jennifer had given her. It had a scoop neckline and ankle length hem. She looked lovely in it.

Amy walked back and forth in front of the men as if she had modeled before. She was barefoot like Lonnie. She twirled to display the nightgown from all sides.

Lonnie explained the gown; "Amy is wearing for you tonight a black silk nightgown designed by Count Dracula. It has a matching bra and panties under it. If you wear this nightgown on Halloween, your beloved will turn into a howling werewolf and ravish your body throughout the night."

Cory spoke up this time; "We've got to see the panties. We can't judge you if you don't show us the panties."

Amy hesitated and then complied. She bent over and lifted the hem of the black silk to her waist. This revealed the lovely black silk bikini panty underneath, trimmed with black lace. Again, Amy turned so that the men could appreciate all sides of the tiny undergarment. Then she dropped the hem and joined her future sister.

Next up was Jennifer, wearing a pink flannel nightgown that buttoned up around her neck and was nearly knee length. She was bare legged, but wore fuzzy pink slippers on her feet.

"What can I say about this," Lonnie said sarcastically. "This is your basic, homemade, flannel nightgown. It's designed to inhibit rather than encourage the male interest. But, it does provide easy access to the female charms if the male is insistent."

Jennifer paraded the nightgown and smiled at the judges. She was clearly at ease until George explained that one of the contest rules required the contestant to display panties. "Only for those who are wearing them of course," he added.

Jennifer hesitated and then turned her back and lifted the hem of the flannel material to reveal all of her beautiful legs and a bright red panty covering her behind.

Darrin encouraged her, "That's fantastic, Jennifer. Turn around please so we can see the front also."

Jennifer turned slowly to display the front of the red under garment. George wanted to jump up and tear it off her, but he watched silently until she dropped the flannel gown back in place and took a seat by Amy.

Terry walked in wearing the blue ensemble that Linda had given to Amy earlier. The nightgown was very short, just barely reaching the top of her legs. The light blue silk was sheer, but there were several layers to hide the garments, (or lack of garments), underneath.

Unlike the trio ahead of her, Terry was wearing nylons. The blue garters that held the stockings in place and disappeared up under the hem of the negligee enhanced her total appearance.

Lonnie narrated again; "Here we have nightwear to make any girl feel lovely. The silk is as soft as its blue color. Any man, seeing his favorite girl dressed like this, can't resist reaching out for her to give her tender loving hugs and caresses."

Terry walked back and forth and then stood before the judges as if looking for direction. Corry motioned for her to turn around in a circle. She did so slowly.

"Faster, Terry," Cory directed.

Terry twirled faster and the lightweight material was lifted by the centrifugal force of her turn. The judges had a nice view of the blue garter belt around Terry's waist and the tiny, blue string bikini that was part of the lovely outfit.

Terry twirled twice in this fashion and then realized that the motion was exposing quite a bit of her to the men. She stopped and wrapped the silk nightgown around her hips as she stepped off the floor and sat down.

The fifth lingerie model did not appear immediately and George sat reflecting that perhaps the best was yet to come. He was anticipating either the sexy Linda or the gorgeous, sophisticated Samantha.

George was not disappointed when Linda appeared and walked out in front of the judges. She wore a soft white negligee that was almost knee length and very sheer. Her bra and panties were clearly visible beneath the material. She wore white high-heeled pumps and her legs were bare.

Lonnie narrated Linda's ensemble; "This delicate combination is tailor made for a girl's wedding night. The soft white silk carries the picture of a bride from the church to the bedroom. Of course white underwear might be more appropriate, but for many men, pink is traditional and preferred."

The three judges hardly noticed the negligee. Their eyes strained to see through the material as they studied the pink undergarments. The top part of the pair was a half bra trimmed with pink lace. It clearly revealed that Linda's breasts were her best physical feature.

The pink panty was not a bikini, but it was not all that substantial either. It too was lace trimmed and made George's prick twitch just thinking about the treasures hidden beneath it.

Linda pranced back and forth and turned around and around. She seemed completely at ease with no hint of embarrassment about her state of dress. She stopped facing the men and placed her hands over her chest. She ran them down her sides, turned her back to the judges and felt her ass through the nightgown. It was clear that she knew all three men would like to do the same thing. She finally left the stage when she had teased the judges enough.

At first, Samantha's outfit was a big disappointment. She came in wearing a lime green bathrobe and matching slippers. Sheer white nylons covered her legs.

Lonnie studied her brother's future mother for a moment. "Here we have the perfect wardrobe piece for those quiet evenings at home when your husband or boy friend is out of town on business and you want to curl up with a good book."

Samantha smiled and walked back and forth in front of the judges. She turned her back to them and untied the robe in front. When she turned around again and held the front of the robe open, George nearly fell out of his chair.

"But," Lonnie continued, "If he, or someone else, shows up suddenly, you can toss the book and remove the robe and be ready to play just like that."

Under the thick white robe, Samantha wore one of the skimpiest little slips George had ever seen. It was the same shade of pale green as the robe. The slip was cut so low in front that the top half of Samantha's beautiful breasts was uncovered. The two sets of straps across her shoulders revealed that she wore a bra of some sort, but it couldn't be much of one.

At the bottom, the little slip barely covered the junction between the fantastic woman's legs. There was a long, lovely stretch of bare thigh between the tops of her hose and the point where the white garter straps disappeared.

Samantha turned and walked from side to side, holding the robe open so that the men could have a good look at what was underneath. As she walked, the slip shifted just enough to reveal a small triangle of green between her legs. George felt himself getting so hard that he glanced up at Samantha's face to see if she was staring at him. He found her staring at Cory instead.

After three enticing trips back and forth, Samantha closed her robe again, hiding the gorgeous body beneath it. Darrin groaned aloud and begged her for more, but she ignored him and joined the other five females.

Darrin stood up, stepped forward and faced the other eight people in the room. The bulge in his underwear revealed that he was in some state of arousal from the fashion show, but he paid no heed to that. George was certain that the females behind him were paying attention.

"That was just terrific, ladies," Darrin complemented the group. He applauded with his hands and George and Cory did likewise. "If you will excuse the judges for a few minutes, we will announce the winners shortly. Lonnie, maybe you can tend bar so that George can fulfill his duties as one of the judges."

Darrin motioned to the other two men to follow him and George rose self-consciously and followed Cory out of the room and upstairs. The meeting of judges concluded that each of the models should be declared a winner in a different category. They listed the six names on a sheet of paper and then attached categories to the names. It only took a few minutes.

The men trooped back downstairs and found the women chatting and sipping fresh drinks. George and Cory seated themselves and Darrin took over the master of ceremonies role again.

"Amazingly enough," Darrin announced, the judging took place in six categories and we voted different winners in each category. I'll announce the winners and ask each of you to come up for a kiss from each of the judges." He motioned for George and Cory to join him.

Cory stood facing the ladies with his hands at his sides so they could focus on the bulge in his briefs. George stood with his hands clasped in front of him.

Darrin announced the first winner, "In the category of the most provocative performance by a model, the winner is Lonnie for her moon." Since none of the other girls had seen this, there was a surprised reaction and a couple of giggles.

"Lonnie, you didn't!" came from her mother.

Lonnie just smiled and stepped forward to be the first award winner. She came first to Cory who put his arms around her and kissed her on the lips for several seconds. He let her go and she walked to Darrin. He also put his arms around her and kissed her in the same fashion. Before he released her he gave her two quick pats on her derriere.

George followed suit with the hug and kiss, but he kept his hands above her waist. Lonnie was not bashful though and George felt her bare breasts, beneath the pajama top, press against his chest and his half-hard cock, in his shorts, pressed against her stomach.

The next winner was Jennifer for the hottest panties. There were a couple of whistles from the younger girls as she rose tentatively to accept her award. She approached George and offered him her cheek. She did not come close the way Lonnie had and George had to lean forward a bit to brush her cheek with his lips. Then Jennifer kissed him on the cheek and stepped away.

She offered her cheek to Darrin and instead of kissing her he said, "I want your panties for my collection."

Unabashed, Jennifer kissed him on the cheek, stepped back and stared at the bulge in his shorts and said, "Perhaps we can work out a trade."

She stepped on to Cory and kissed him on the mouth, although she did not press herself close to him. This brought another whistle and a catcall from the watchers.

Darrin announced Terry as the winner of the "outfit that most men would buy for their mistress" award. Terry jumped up eagerly and headed for Cory. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her and plant a kiss on her mouth. She slid one hand between them and rested it right on the front of his underwear. She gave a gentle squeeze and then pulled away.

Seeing her aggressiveness with Cory, Darrin was quick to take advantage. As Terry came into his arms and slid her hand toward his crotch, he lowered a hand to the hem of her short nightie reached underneath and squeezed her ass as he kissed her. She hardly seemed to notice as her hand lingered on his shorts, squeezing his manhood through the material.

When George's turn came, he expected Terry to be more reserved with him, but she pressed against him and offered her mouth. George lowered his lips to hers and felt her hand groping for his cock. Somehow she got two fingers through the opening in his shorts and rubbed them against the sensitive skin of his erect prick. Then she closed her hand around the instrument and squeezed it hard.

George waited for Terry to break her hold and terminate the kiss, but she was in no hurry. She stopped kissing, took a deep breath and kissed him again. George lowered his right hand to her hip and slipped it under the little blue nightgown. He forced his hand toward her crotch and felt her move to give him room. He grasped her pubic mound through the little panty he had seen earlier. Terry allowed him to hold her for a few seconds and then broke free, leaving George in frustrated anticipation.

Amy was given the award for the most elegant nightwear ensemble. She came forward and kissed each of the three judges, mouth to mouth and allowed them to pull her close for a brief hug. None of the three men made any attempt to take advantage of the lovely bride to be, perhaps to her disappointment.

The fifth award went to Linda for the sexiest outfit. Linda kissed Cory long and hard and pressed her gorgeous body into his. Cory lowered both hands to the top of her ass and stroked it gently through the two layers of material. The beautiful girl was in no hurry to break up the embrace, so Cory moved his hands lower and pressed the material of her gown into her crack. At last one of the other girls, Amy or Terry, yelled "Time, Linda, time!" Linda reluctantly backed away from Cory and moved toward Darrin.

She pressed herself against Darrin in the same manner and they kissed. Darrin hugged her to him for a short time and then raised her bare arms and moved them so they were around his neck with her hands clasped behind it. He placed his hands at the side of her waist and slid them slowly upwards, across the soft white material, until they rested just beneath her armpits. His intended destination was clear to everyone including the lovely girl kissing him.

Linda did not flinch in the slightest as Darrin moved his hands to cover the front of her brassiere. He squeezed her flesh through her garments, gently at first, then harder. The couple stopped kissing and concentrated their thoughts on the girl's large tits and the strong hands that gripped them and squeezed ever harder. Again, it took a reminder from the onlookers before Linda released her grip behind Darrin's neck and forcibly removed his hands from her body.




George: Book 06



When Linda reached George, she had a glazed look of excitement in her eyes, augmented by the alcohol that he could smell on her breath. George accepted her willing body into his arms and kissed her on the lips. Although her mouth begged for more attention, he removed his lips and lowered them to the side of her neck and then to the exposed tops of her soft breasts.

With one arm he held her close against him and the other arm slid down the back of her thigh. Bent over, as he was to kiss her bosom, his hand reached to the hem of her nightgown. He slipped it under and slid the probing hand up the back of her bare thigh until it reached the bottom of her panty. His fingers probed to get inside the silk material and feel the soft flesh of her fantastic ass.

George's invading hand moved swiftly to the rear of Linda's crotch. He had every intention of probing the soft entrance to her pussy, but she was not quite ready to go that far and pushed George away, leaving him frustrated again.

The last award went to Samantha as the model that scored the highest in all the categories combined. Darrin announced the award; "She is certainly elegant, provocative, sexy, and showed some hot little panties of her own."

Samantha stood and walked forward holding her robe around her as if she expected one of the men to try and rip it off of her. She stood in front of Cory, looking down at her slippers, and offered her cheek. He brushed it gently and she stepped over to Darrin. She held the robe tighter, but Darrin kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Congratulations, beautiful," in her ear. George kissed her soft cheek and she seemed to relax as she walked back and sat down. 

Chapter 4

With the fashion show over, George reverted from judge to bartender and served drinks to everyone, including Cory, Darrin and himself. After a few sips and some chatter among the girls, Lonnie addressed the group on the next activity.

"It's time for some party game's, some very coed party games. The first game is called Polaroid surprise. The way it works is that each of the six females gets to spend a few minutes alone with one of our two handsome entertainers in a dark closet. You have to stay in the closet until someone on the outside snaps a flash picture of you and whatever you are doing. Then everyone gets to see the photo."

As George would have expected, there were three ladies who were very excited by the game and two who were rather apprehensive. Lonnie produced two small boxes and explained that one box would determine the order of entry into the closet and the other would determine the male partner for each female.

Lonnie held one box over to George and he reached in and withdrew a slip of paper. It had "Amy" written on it and George showed it to Lonnie. Lonnie held the other box over to Amy and she drew out a slip and showed the name to Lonnie. Lonnie pointed to Cory.

Cory took Amy by the hand as Samantha watched with concern. The couple walked to a door at the side of the room and opened it and stepped into a small dark closet. Cory closed the door and they were in total darkness. The closet was just large enough for the two occupants to stand without touching one another.

"Are you enjoying your shower so far?" Cory asked.

"I sure am," said Amy, "I think having you guys here to loosen us all up is just a blast."

Outside the door, the rest of the party had drawn up chairs to listen and wait. Everyone was real still and they could barely hear the words spoken in the closet.

George looked around for a camera, but it must have been rigged up in another room on the other side of the closet. He found a wire strung under the door and up to a small switch that was taped to the wall near the door.

Inside the closet, Cory reached out his arms in the darkness and slipped them around Amy's waist. "I hope we can continue to make it more fun for you," he said.

Amy allowed herself to be drawn close against the strong, bare chest of the male dancer. She reached up and put her arms around his neck. She felt the effects of the several drinks she had taken and her inhibitions were nil. She wanted to feel Cory's strong hands roaming over her silk clad body and she hoped he would take the invitation.

Cory lowered his head and tried to judge where Amy's mouth was. As soon as she realized his intent, she raised her face to him and their lips found one another and they kissed. As the kiss progressed, Cory began to stroke the back of Amy's nightgown.

The first few strokes stayed in neutral ground, but as their second kiss began, Amy felt his hands down on her rear end. She pressed herself closer against him to let him know it was okay to do what he was doing.

Amy knew that she was powerless to interrupt Cory's advances. In the back of her fogged brain, she knew that the camera was set to flash and the closet door would open, ending the encounter; but she hoped that wouldn't happen for a time.

Cory knew about the camera too and he knew that the eager audience outside the closet wanted a real action shot. He felt Amy's eagerness and knew he did not need to take it slow; she seemed ready to go along with whatever he did.

Cory began bunching the material of Amy's smooth, silk nightie to raise the hem. He kept grasping more and more of the silk until he got to the bottom of the garment and could slide his hands underneath it. He pulled the hem of the nightgown above Amy's waist, all the way around. Their bodies pressing together held up the front of the nightgown. Cory stuffed the back of the gown inside the waistband of the little matching panties.

With his hands free again, Cory attacked the rear entrance to the juncture of Amy's legs. She was eager to give any assistance she could. She pulled against his neck and lifted herself off the floor, wrapping her legs around his hips, spreading herself wide open. Cory immediately slipped a hand inside her panties and his fingers slid into her pussy as if they had been suctioned.

Cory turned Amy's back to the back wall of the closet and shoved his hand in as far as he could in the awkward position they were in. Amy moaned aloud and the audience outside the door heard her. As if this were a cue, the camera flashed, getting a perfect shot of exactly where Cory's hand was.

Cory removed his hand and dropped Amy to the floor. Even though the door opened almost instantaneously after the flash, the onlookers only saw the couple standing together in a close embrace. Amy's nightgown was still up around her waist, providing an erotic picture, but not quite as erotic as the one on film.

As Amy stepped away from Cory and reached behind her back to free her gown and drop it back in place, she heard "Wow! Amy, All right!" from Terry. Everybody applauded her as she stepped from the closet and walked to the bar to get a drink from George.

The group had decided not to look at any of the digital photos until everyone had been in the spotlight. George selected another name from the box and Terry got to choose her partner. She smiled with delight when she got Darrin's name on a slip of paper. She headed for the closet without hesitation and Darrin eagerly followed her in. Lonnie closed the door.

Inside the closet, Darrin knew what he was after. He immediately slid the straps of Terry's nightgown off her shoulders and dropped the top of the flimsy garment to her waist. She had to hold it up with her hands to keep it from falling off entirely. Darrin reached around behind the startled girl and unfastened her bra with a practiced twist.

He pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms, forcing her to let go of the nightgown with one hand as he slid the strap off completely on that side. Terry managed to regain her grip on the gown on that side as Darrin forced her to let go on the other side. He tossed her brassiere on the floor.

Terry decided things were moving too fast. "Wait a minute!" she insisted. "Let me put the top of my nightgown up. Then you can feel my breasts; just let me keep the nightie on."

She knew she was pleading and they had only been together for a few seconds. She, like Amy, felt the liquor clouding her inhibitions. She liked having men feel her body, but the speed and insistence with which Darrin had attacked her frightened her.

Darrin didn't want Terry to cover herself, but he wasn't sure just what she would do if he said no. He could hear the apprehension in her voice and he didn't want to blow his chances completely. "In a minute, honey, I'll let you put it up in a minute. Just let me kiss those gorgeous bare boobs for a minute first."

Without waiting for a reply, Darrin lowered his head and fastened his mouth over Terry's right nipple. He sucked hard and hungrily on it until he sensed it hardening in his mouth. Then he repeated the treatment on the other side.

Terry felt her nipples hardening and felt excitement extending down between her legs. She began to panic. She put one hand on Darrin's forehead, as the other held on to her blue silk nightie. She tried to push his head away.

Darrin finally gave in and removed his mouth from Terry' breasts. She quickly pulled the nightgown into place and stood still, waiting for the next move.

Darrin did not take long to oblige. His hands sprang to Terry's hips and up under her nightie until the grasped her tender breasts under the filmy material. He squeezed her hard and she nearly cried out. His only thought was to fondle her breasts; he made no move to kiss her and he showed no interest in her lower body.

"You've got two of the finest tits on any woman I've ever seen", Darrin whispered in her ear. "I'd like to stretch your nipples until they hurt like hell."

He grasped the nipples on both sides with his fingers and stretched them out in front of the frightened girl.

Frantic to slow this maniac down, Terry reached for the front of his shorts and pulled it out. She plunged a hand inside and wrapped it around the hot, swollen meat inside. She tugged at it, but Darrin was not distracted in the least. He let go of Terry's nipples but grasped and squeezed her breasts again. Then he pulled them out in front of her.

The camera flashed, catching a clear side view of the situation. When the door opened, Terry had removed her hands and Darrin had reluctantly loosened his grip, but he gave Terry a couple of more squeezes for the benefit of the watchers.

Terry stooped to retrieve her bra from the floor and followed Darrin back into the party room as the audience applauded again and Amy shouted "Wow! Terry, all right!" Her breasts were sore and she was glad that the camera had flashed when it did. Still, she felt a twinge of frustration that the excitement building up in her had not been culminated. Maybe later it would be.

The third name that George drew from the box was Lonnie. She in turn drew Cory and appeared relieved by the selection. She led the way as Cory followed her into the inner sanctum. The door closed behind them and Lonnie felt Cory's hands on her waist as she turned to face him.

Cory brushed Lonnie's cheek with his lips and then found her mouth and covered it. She parted her lips and kissed him back. They kissed a second time and then Cory released her and stepped back.

Lonnie knew what was coming and was not surprised when Cory's hands fumbled with the top button of her pajama top. He got it undone and the second one came easier. Lonnie herself unbuttoned the last fastener and the front of the garment separated exposing her bare flesh to the cool air.

Lonnie's breasts did not stay exposed for more than a second or two as Cory covered them with his strong hands and massaged them gently. He kissed Lonnie again as he kneaded her soft flesh and as the kiss ended she let out a huge sigh of contentment and pleasure.

Cory let go of her breasts and put his arms around her, pulling her bare chest against his. He kissed her again and Lonnie knew she would do whatever he wanted her to do.

Holding her tight against him, Cory slid a hand into the back of Lonnie's silk pajama bottoms. He felt the soft, warm flesh of her bottom, squeezed one cheek and then the other. She pressed herself against him, from her knees to her breasts.

Cory removed his hands from her ass and pushed her back so he could get back to her tits with his hands. He squeezed her right breast with one hand and ran the other hand back and forth between her breasts. He stroked her cleavage and then lowered the hand and fingered her belly button. He kissed her again.

Lonnie was uncertain as to Cory's plan of attack. He seemed to move his hands around her body at random and punctuated the activity with kisses. She left her hands at her side, letting him take total control of the situation.

From her navel, Cory moved his hand lower across the front of the pajama bottom. He squeezed her pubic mound through the material and moved on down her leg till he grasped one knee. He pressured Lonnie's knee to indicate he wanted her to widen her stance. At first she didn't, but as he pushed harder, she relented and moved her foot so that her feet were spaced about shoulder width.

Cory wasn't satisfied; he wanted more room and pressed her knee again. Lonnie shifted to an even wider stance. She knew where Cory's hand was headed now and she wanted it there.

Cory couldn't be sure how much time he had left so he didn't delay. He planted his hand squarely between Lonnie's legs and massaged her crotch through the pajamas. It felt fantastic and Lonnie could not remember when she had last felt so hot.

Cory released Lonnie's tit, which he had still been attending to, and kissed her again as his fingers probed her puss. Lonnie wished his fingers would tear a hole in the pajamas; she wanted his fingers inside her.

As if he read her mind, Cory moved his hand to the waistband of the pajama bottoms and worked it underneath. Lonnie felt his fingers slide through her pubic hair and then they were rubbing the moist outer lips of her love tunnel. She let out a gasp as he pushed at least two fingers up inside her wet cunt.

"Get my clit!" Lonnie directed him in a loud whisper. But before Cory could reply, there was a click and a blinding flash. "Oh no! Not yet!" Lonnie lamented out loud.

Cory retracted his hand and put his arms around Lonnie so that the observers outside saw them embracing and kissing as the light from the open doorway entered the closet. Lonnie broke the embrace reluctantly and buttoned up as she left the little room. She needed a drink to help her calm down and she headed for the bar as Cory followed her to the bar.

The three younger girls were chattering about which mom would be the first one inducted to the closet ritual, but the next name drawn was Linda. With two chances out of three to get Darrin, Linda confidently drew a slip of paper. It was Darrin's ballot and he indicated his enthusiasm by jumping up and entering the closet ahead of his partner.

As the door closed, Darrin started out with Linda the same as he had with Terry; he slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. Linda did not try to hold it up as Terry had and it sank to the floor around her feet. Next, the shoulder straps of her bra were pulled down and then Darrin reached around and fumbled with the clasp in back. He had more trouble this time, as there was no give in the elastic; Linda stretched her bra tight.

At last the clasp came free and Darrin pulled the garment off and tossed it against the door where the metal clasp made a telltale sound. His hands fastened on Linda's big tits in an instant as Darrin began his oratory. "You've got the nicest cans I've ever seen on any woman, Linda. I want to tear them off! I want to suck them, ravish them! They're so terrific."

Like Terry before her, Linda was taken back by the ferocity of Darrin's attention to her breasts. Still, she didn't interrupt him at first, preferring to endure the pain until she had a chance to get the upper hand.

After Darrin had stretched her tits in every direction and pulled on her nipples until she thought they might come off, Linda told Darrin that he really was hurting her and she wanted his attention in a different way.

"You want a little pussy action, don't you?" he responded. Linda grasped his hands in hers and he allowed her to remove them from her breasts, expecting her to direct them between her legs. Instead she dropped them to his sides.

"Just stand still for a minute and you won't be sorry."

Linda stooped to the floor and retrieved her nightgown. Before Darrin could object, she had it back on. Then he heard the sound of more cloth sliding around and realized that she was taking off her panties.

With her panties on the floor, Linda went to work on Darrin's briefs. She pulled the waistband out in front and worked it over the erection inside. She slid it down his thighs, but left it hanging halfway to his knees.

Linda took Darrin's left hand and guided it under her nightie to her stomach. "Rub me real nice, Darrin, and I'll rub you."

Darrin reluctantly began to rub Linda's stomach. His fingers felt her navel and he pushed against it. He really would have preferred to have his hands full of those soft tits again.

Linda lowered her left hand and grasped Darrin's erection. She slid her hand down the shaft and grasped his tense testicles. Darrin let out a grunt of pleasure at that and shifted his stance to a wider one. He moved his hand down onto Linda's pubic hair.

Linda's fingers probed into Darrin's scrotum and she knew she had control of him. His hand increased the tempo of running his fingers through her mound as she slid two fingers back and forth on the softest, most sensitive spot on his body.

Darrin was just about to jam his fingers between Linda's legs when she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and his hand lost contact with her. Linda's hand was still working its magic on his balls and scrotum. Now she pressed her closed lips against the shaft of his cock and kissed it.

Darrin knew he had met a girl who could give a man all the pleasure he could stand and he didn't want to disrupt her efforts. Still he couldn't forget about those big, soft tits; he bent over Linda and put his hands through the neckline of her nightie and grasped the soft flesh again. He squeezed more gently this time so as not to dissuade the girl from her attentions.

Linda continued to peck at Darrin's swollen dick with her lips as her hand stroked him down below. Darrin's concentration was focussed on the sensation of her soft lips touching his sensitive skin. He wanted to be inside her mouth, to have her mouth sucking him, chewing on his meat.

Linda moved her lips up the shaft to the glans and kissed the very tip of his penis. Darrin couldn't stand the suspense. "Ohhh!" he groaned "Suck it, baby! Please suck it!" His hands let go of the gorgeous girl's precious tits and he grabbed the back of her head as if to push it down onto his cock.

Linda parted her lips slightly and kissed the tip of Darrin's cock, flicking her tongue over the opening and tasting the juice that was oozing out. She opened her mouth wider and was about to take the entire tip of his huge dick into her mouth.

"Yes! That's it! Suck it! Suck it!"

But before she could lower her mouth over his organ, the camera flashed, blinding them both. Linda let go of Darrin and sat down on the floor. The closet door sprang open and the group outside was treated to the sight of Darrin with his shorts hanging on his thighs and his cock standing at stiff attention in front of him.

George heard a gasp from Samantha followed by "Oh my word, look at the size of it!"

Two of the younger girls giggled and then everyone applauded. Darrin quickly jerked his shorts back into place, but the image of his engorged erection remained in the minds of all of the female onlookers.




George: Book 06



Linda gathered up her undergarments and Darrin offered her a hand. As he pulled her to her feet, he whispered in her ear, "Later, honey, I'm going to fuck you and let you lick me back up again." He reached out and squeezed one of her tits through her gown to emphasize his threat.

Linda left the room and Darrin announced a short intermission before the last two ladies were admitted to the closet of passion. He winked at Samantha who grimaced.

Linda returned with her panties and bra on again and asked George to mix her a double vodka martini. She watched George mix the drink and hand it to her. She took a long pull and sighed with pleasure.

The other five females were chattering away, with the two mom's trying to find a graceful way to back out of the game, which they considered far too liberal for their tastes.

"Amy," George heard Samantha plead, "What will you think of me if I do something like that?"

"Just enjoy it, mom. It's no big deal to me. And don't worry, daddy won't find out." She winked at her mother.

George suddenly realized that Linda was talking to him. "It's too bad you weren't part of this game. I bet some of the girls would like to be in that closet with you."

George smiled, "We can always go in the closet later, but I think we could find a better atmosphere, don't you?"

It was Linda's turn to smile. "Well, there's lots of that atmosphere in this house and I think it's going to get a workout the way things are going.

"You don't think the moms will put a stop to this after a while?"

"Are you kidding? They're the most turned on one's here. They just won't admit it, even to themselves.

Cory and Darrin came back into the room. They had changed briefs and freshened up. As they came to the bar for drinks, George caught a whiff of fresh after-shave lotion.

The time had come for the two mothers to take their turn, who would be first. George felt the two slips of paper in the box and drew one. The paper had Jennifer's name on it. Lonnie read the name and held her box toward her mother.

Jennifer held her hand in the box for several seconds, postponing the decision. At last she withdrew a slip of paper and looked at it. With a shrug of her shoulders, she pointed a Darrin. George noticed a look of relief cross Samantha's face as she watched the proceedings.

Darrin drained the rest of the drink in his hand, set his glass down and offered a hand to the Lonnie's gorgeous mother. She took the hand and followed slowly toward the fateful door. The twosome entered the closet and found they were immersed in blackness as the door was shut behind them.

Darrin was about to go for his favorite part of the female anatomy when he heard Jennifer's voice, whisper in the dark, "Take it easy, lover boy. One false move and I'll knee you right where you live."

The threat was made in such a soft, sexy voice that Darrin was not sure how seriously to take it. "What would you like to do?" he asked meekly.

"Just hold me for starters. I want to feel that big whang of yours pressed against me."

Darrin put his arms around the woman, who was at least twice his age, and drew her close to him. She pressed her body willingly into his and he felt her breasts pushing against his chest. He had to get his hands on them; he just had to.

After the tight embrace had lasted in silence for perhaps ten seconds, Darrin asked, "Okay, what's next on your agenda?"

"There's no rush. You can feel my rear end a little bit."

"I want to feel your tits."

"Sorry, they're off limits. I can't let you turn me on too much."

Darrin resigned himself to her directions for the time being and lowered his hands to feel her ass through the flannel material of her nightgown. He also pressed his growing erection tighter into Jennifer's stomach. She seemed to like this and he felt her press back.

"I thought your red panties looked fantastic in the fashion show, so sexy!"

Jennifer was silent. Darrin decide to chance a hand under her nightgown. He reached down and felt her thigh just above the knee. He slid his hand slowly up the outside of her bare leg, pulling the flannel with it. He was just about to feel the little red panty when her hand closed on his and stopped him.

"You can kiss it," she directed him.

He hesitated. "Kiss - your panty?"

"Yes! Chew on it!"

Darrin dropped slowly to his knees. Jennifer lifted the hem of her gown to her waist. Darrin place his hands on the back of her lovely thighs and move his mouth toward her. He made contact just below the waistband of the silk. He kissed the soft, warm silk and licked it with his tongue. He nipped it with his teeth and tried to pull the panty down.

"Leave it in place," she ordered.

Darrin moved his hands up to feel the bottom of her ass and lowered his mouth. He nipped her pubic mound through the red silk.

"That's it! Bite me, gently!"

Darrin moved his hands up again and felt her buttocks. He locked his finger inside the waistband of the panty. He knew he could pull it off her and she couldn't stop him, but he didn't.

Jennifer shifted to provide some space between her legs. Darrin pressed his face into the space, trying to lick her puss lips through her panties. He had thoughts about abandoning her ass and making a grab for her breasts, but the camera interrupted his thoughts and his activities. He let go of Jennifer and she dropped her gown into place before the door opened.

"Is he proposing, or what?" Lonnie snickered as the audience saw Darrin on his knees in front of Jennifer.

Jennifer gave a nervous laugh, somewhat in relief at making it through the ordeal. "He proposed several things," she answered.

This brought a few whoops from Cory and Terry and the group applauded lightly.

Attention turned to Samantha, who looked a bit ashen as she sat waiting. Cory grasped her hands in his and pulled her to her feet. Reluctantly, she followed him after a glance at her daughter to try and read her thoughts.

The door closed and Samantha stood stiff and still in the dark closet. She heard Cory breathing close by and she smelled the pleasant scent of his cologne. He took her hand and kissed it, then the other one. He kissed her gently on the cheek and neck. Without saying a word, he was telling her to relax and enjoy being with him. This young stud, she was sure, could provide her the best sex of her life if she would let him.

Cory took her hand in his again and Samantha expected him to kiss it again. Instead, he placed the hand over the huge bulge in his shorts and released it. Samantha drew her hand away, but after a few seconds, she put it back. It wasn't so threatening to feel a man's erection in his underwear. She squeezed gently to see what Cory's reaction would be.

At first she sensed no reaction at all, but with the second squeeze, she felt his cock press into her hand, indicating it approved of her attention.

Cory leaned forward and kissed Samantha on the mouth. She presented her open mouth to him without thinking, her mind on the throbbing manhood she held in the palm of her hand. The combination of his kiss and the response within Cory's shorts sent a shiver of excitement through the gorgeous lady.

Samantha decided that if one hand was okay, two was better. She let her other hand join the first in feeling Cory's erection. She felt the shaft between her fingers and then squeezed the tip through the material.

Cory kissed her a second time and with a smooth flip of his hand, he loosened the tie to her robe. She had to let it fall open; her hands were occupied with critical business. She felt his hands on her shoulders and the robe being pushed down her arms. One at a time, he removed her hands from their administrations and slipped the sleeve of the robe off. It dropped to the floor.

Suddenly, Samantha had a pang of conscience. She had to come to her senses and stop this. She removed one hand from Cory and stepped back a little. Her back ran into the wall of the closet.

Cory moved forward and, suddenly, both hands were touching him again. He kissed her again and this time put his arms around her waist and drew her close against him. Samantha's conscience disappeared.

One of Samantha's hands found its way to the waistband of Cory's underwear and, hardly realizing what she was doing, she tugged at it, trying to release the hot, swollen organ inside. Cory grasped her hand and stopped her.

"I - I just want to touch it a little bit!" Samantha stammered.

"I might let you," Cory explained patiently, but first we have to take your bra off so I can touch your bare flesh too." His tone of voice was like someone instructing a small child.

"Noo! We can't do that!" Samantha whined, "The camera might go off."

"Then I can't let you touch me."

"I'll - let you - make love to me later." Samantha's hesitation showed her confusion in what her body was telling her, what her alcohol fogged brain was trying to rebut.

"I can't make love to you, Mrs. G, because I'm not in love with you.

Samantha was startled by Cory's rejection, even though his tone was so patient and kind. "But I really want to touch you, and I will have sex with you but it won't be because you let me. Before I get inside you, you're going to beg for it." Cory's tone turned a little impatient.

Samantha was stunned and didn't say a word.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you, Mrs. G, and then I'm going to do it. I'll give you the fuck of your life. Now, I'm going to lower your slip and take your bra off. Then you can get your hot little hands on my cock."

Samantha stood motionless as Cory slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders and down her arms. He unfastened her bra and slipped those straps down to where the slip straps were hanging loose. Samantha's gorgeous breasts were totally exposed, but before Cory could get his hands on them, the camera flashed.

"Saved by the bell," Cory whispered, "Later I'm going to show you what those wonderful boobs of yours are really meant for. And don't forget, I'm going to teach you what a real cock feels like, in your hands, in your mouth, in your pussy, and in your lovely ass Mrs. G."

The door opened as Samantha was sliding her straps back into place hurriedly. Cory clasped her bra back together for her and gave her a soft pat on the rump as she walked unsteadily ahead of him into the recreation room.

Amy came forward and gave her mom a hug. "Wow! Mom, I'm proud of you."

Samantha returned the hug and tried to smile at the onlookers. She headed for the bar and George already had a drink waiting for her. She climbed up on a barstool and accepted it gratefully. 

Chapter 5

Lonnie, Cory and Darrin had disappeared, undoubtedly to cook up a new activity for the group. The five remaining females sat sipping fresh drinks and reviewing the digital pictures on a laptop. They teased one another about what each one of them had allowed in the dark closet.

George was invited to look at the pictures and he expressed shock at what he saw. In mock horror he announced that he was certainly glad he hadn't been placed in the closet with such ravenous young women. They all giggled and George could tell that each of them was extremely tipsy. Nevertheless, he kept their glasses full and none of them said, "No thanks."

After ten minutes had elapsed, the missing trio reappeared and Lonnie announced another game that she called "Tops and Bottoms." First of all, each of the women had to select two pieces of attire, a top and a bottom. The nine people in the room were split into three teams. The three men were called the "papas, Lonnie, Jennifer and Samantha were the "mamas" and Amy, Linda and Terry were the "babes."

The game would be conducted in rounds. Each round, the nine players had to vote for tops, bottoms or both. Then all the players would listen to a tape that recited ten words and each person had to spell the ten words. Then the tape would give the correct spelling and the papers would be corrected. The team with the most spelling errors had to remove their tops, bottoms or both, as voted before the round, and dance with the team having the least mistakes.

Of course, the guys didn't have any tops so losing their tops meant nothing to them. If the two female teams were first and last, the men would dance with the losers anyway.

Before the game could get under way, the women had to make their garment selection. Amy and Linda went off to a corner and removed their bras and tossed them on a chair. Terry removed the top of her peignoir set, choosing to remain in panties and bra. Surprisingly, Jennifer also took off her flannel nightie and stood before the group in her flaming red underwear. This brought good-natured whistles from both guys and girls.

Lonnie skinned out of her men's pajamas, revealing that she had donned a fetching white panty and bra when she was upstairs. Samantha was the last to decide and finally she went back to the closet and emerged in a minute carrying her robe and bra. She looked ravishing in the tiny slip that covered her breasts but made them look so inviting.

Everyone sat down in a somewhat disorganized circle and Lonnie called for a show of hands for "tops." All of the females voted for tops so the balloting did not go any further.

Lonnie passed out pencils and tablets and started the dictation tape. There was lots of giggling and comments as the words were read, but everyone tried to write a correct representation of the words on their paper. After ten words, the teams exchanged papers so that each person had a list from someone on a different team. The tape dictated the correct spellings and the papers were corrected.

When the scores were added up, the papas had missed four, the mamas missed five and the babes missed seven. Amy and Terry looked disappointed, but Linda looked like she may have missed some words intentionally.

Amy slowly removed the long silk gown to allow the fellows the first look at her modest but beautifully formed breasts. Cory stepped forward to take her hand and lead her to the dance floor.

Terry unsnapped her bra and allowed her nice tits to fall free as Darrin approached her. Linda's breasts, the largest of the three sets, were already visible through her thin nightie. She allowed George to help her remove the top and then she led him to the dance floor.

Lonnie changed tapes so that soft music filled the room as the three couples began to dance tentatively. Linda pressed her firm, young tits against George as if she danced naked with men all the time. She pressed her stomach against the bulge in his shorts and rubbed back and forth against it, smiling up at him with a tipsy leer.

Cory drew Amy close with one arm as he ran his other hand between her breasts and squeezed them gently. Then he put both arms around her and they danced cheek to cheek.

As Terry faced Darrin, waiting for him to make the first move, he placed both hands on her young breasts and pulled them towards him. He squeezed them hard, bringing pain to her eyes. He made little pretense of dancing as he ravaged Terry's tits in his strong hands. She tried to put her arms around his neck and move in close, but Darrin clearly intended to feel her soft flesh for a little longer.

At last, Terry succeeded in getting Darrin to release his holds and dance a little. From her breasts, his hands moved to her ass and he squeezed her cheeks for all he was worth as they struggled around the dance floor.

Cory stroked Amy's cleavage softly. He lifted the tip of one breast and placed his lips over the nipple, sucking on it gently. Amy had her eyes closed and a peaceful look adorned her pretty face.

Linda was trying to get her hands down the back of George's boxer shorts. "If you don't stop that", he admonished her, "I'm going to grab you in the most vulnerable spot I can find."

"Oh would you please!"

George grabbed one of Linda's tits and squeezed it playfully. He lowered his head and bit gently on the tip of the nipple. The girl only intensified her efforts to get her hands inside the tight waistband.

The music stopped too soon for everyone except Terry and the couples had to take their seats for the next round.

The second vote was five to four in favor of tops, with Linda voting bottoms along with the three guys. In the spelling contest, the papas missed five, the babes missed six and the mamas lost with seven mistakes.

Lonnie approached Darrin and turned so he could unfasten her bra for her. Cory stood up and took Jennifer's hand and led her to the floor. That left George with Samantha, to his delight and her dismay as she watched Cory.

Cory and Jennifer started dancing and Cory reached around to her back to unclasp the red bra. Jennifer allowed him to remove the garment and draw her close to him, pressing her bared flesh into his broad chest. George caught a glimpse of Jennifer's fantastic breasts and wondered how a woman her age could have such firm, young looking tits.

Darrin fumbled with the clasp at Lonnie's back and finally solved the mystery. He quickly slid her bra off and reached around her from behind to paw her full tits. He pulled her against him and mauled her breasts as they walked to the dance area.

Darrin showed a little more respect for Lonnie than he had for Terry. He did not squeeze her quite as hard and he did dance with her when she turned around to face him. Still, he kept one hand on her chest and gave her nipples a pretty good going over as they danced; and every once in a while, he grabbed an entire breast and tugged on it, as if he were milking it in a barn.

As George started toward Samantha, she fumbled at the straps of her slip with her hands as if she were trying to take the little garment off. It was obvious that she was apprehensive and stalling for time.

George grasped a hand and led her toward the hardwood. "Leave it on", he directed her quietly. Samantha gave him a little relieved smile and let him lead her toward the other two couples.

George drew the luscious Samantha into his arms and felt her fantastic body press against his. He immediately started to get an erection as his hands rested on the expensive silk slip at her waist. She felt his erection and pressed her body against it, which increase it to full strength.

George and Samantha danced in silence and watched the other pairs. Cory and Jennifer had stopped dancing and Cory had his mouth fastened on Jennifer's left breast. She had her head tilted back, eyes closed and a look of mixed anguish and pleasure on her face.

Darrin was still feeling Lonnie's tits pretty good with one hand and had buried his other hand in the back of her panties. She was trying to pull it out with a grip on his arm, but was not having much success.

Samantha seemed totally relaxed and George really did want to remove her slip. He slid a strap off one shoulder and it dropped to her elbow and one of her full, ripe tits came uncovered. She tensed slightly, but when George didn't attack her, she relaxed again, still pressing her bosom into his erect cock.

The other strap followed and George tugged at the front of the slip until it hung around Samantha's waist. George stepped back and tugged it again and dropped it around her feet. He leaned over and as she stepped out of it, he picked it up.

Samantha stood in anticipation, looking down at George's hands, holding her filmy slip. "Well", she hesitated, "They're all yours!"

George smiled at her. "They're fantastic, Samantha. They deserve some very special treatment."

George covered his hand with the slip and placed the hand on Samantha's left breast. He massaged it gently through the soft silk. He ran his hand between her breasts and then over the other one. He leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth and she responded by parting her lips just slightly.




George: Book 07



Book VII - ATLANTIC CITY 

Chapter 1

George woke up and Jennifer was still asleep; Linda had already wakened and disappeared. George washed up in the bathroom and dressed and found that Jennifer was rousing. He told her that he had to leave but that he would see her soon He kissed her and hugged her and told her what a wonderful woman she was and what a great time he had at the party and with her.

He was back in his hotel room by 10 a.m. and he picked up the phone and dialed the number that Marge had given him on Wednesday.

"Hello, is this Marge?"

"Yes it is."

"This is George, Marge. Do you remember?"

"It would be difficult to forget, George."

"I've been thinking about you a lot and I'd like to see you again. What are you doing with the rest of your weekend?"

"I'm reading a good book."

"I was hoping to interest you in something a little more exciting."

"Such as?"

"Such as flying down to Atlantic City with me this afternoon, having dinner by the ocean, touring a couple of casinos and flying back to Dayton sometime tomorrow."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Finally Marge responded, "It's a really good book, George."

"You can read it on the plane if you wish." "This is really a lot for me to digest, George. I know that I need to spice up my life but I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that much spice. -- It seems that you left something our between casinos and flying back."'

"I'll get you a separate room if you insist. I am hoping that will not be necessary."

"When do you want me?"

"I'll pick you up at 4:00 p.m., Marge and have you home early afternoon, less than twenty-four hours. I promise you will have a very nice time."

"Are you planning any sleep?"

"We'll catch a few hours. I'm getting too old for all-nighters.

There was another pause and then a sigh. "This may be the craziest thing I've done in quite some time. All right; what time did you say?"

"Four."

"How shall I dress?"

"Dress as you would to go out to dinner. You can pack a small carry-on if you wish but it's entirely optional. You'll have to give me your address, - and some directions. I barely know my way around Dayton."

George took a notepad and pen from the desk and wrote down the address he was given.

1814 White Street,

Unit 122,

Main to Butler,

Right to White,

Left, two blocks,

Use the stairs not the elevator.

"Do you like seafood?"

"Very much."

"Oysters on the half shell?

"Yuck!"

"I'll see you at four, Marge. I'm really looking forward to taking up where we left off.

"What if I need to get in touch with you? I may just chicken out, you know."

"I'm staying at the Hilton. - I hope that won't happen.

"Ok."

"Bye."

George called a travel agent and booked two round trip tickets to Atlantic City, leaving at 5:30 p.m. and returning at 1:10 p.m. on Sunday. He also booked a hotel room and rental car. He ate lunch at noon at a McDonald's down the street and he spent the early afternoon in his hotel room working on his computer, summarizing the week's business.

George found his way to 1814 White Street and parked his rented Cadillac in a visitor's parking spot for the condominium complex. He pressed the call button for number 122 and expected to here Marge's voice. Instead the door buzzed and he grabbed it and opened it. He found a directory that told him Marge lived one flight up. He found the stairway and walked to the second level and found number 122. He knocked at the door, anxious to see Marge and what she would be wearing. It would tell him a lot about how the evening might turn out. He waited nearly a minute and no one came to the door. Then he heard Marge's voice on an intercom beside the door.

"The door's open, come in. I'm not decent yet so just wait in the living room and I'll be out as quickly as I can."

George opened the door and stepped into a lovely apartment with modern furniture and hardwood floors. It was bright and cheery with a lot of light from large windows at the end of the living room.

Paying no heed to Marge's instructions, George walked down the hall searching for his date. He found her in her bedroom, staring at several items of clothing that were lying on the bed. She was wearing only a bra, panty, and stockings. The panty and bra were matching beige and the stockings were very sheer nylons and were held in place at the tops by light blue garters.

George let out a low whistle to make his presence known. Marge spun around and stared at him. "Shit! I should have known you wouldn't follow orders. - Well you said you wanted to take up where we left off."

"Now I remember why I wanted to see you again. You look absolutely exquisite." He stepped forward and brushed her cheek with a kiss.

"I thought you wanted to see me again because you liked my underwear."

"A secondary consideration, I assure you."

"Yeah, I'll bet!"

"This color suits you as well as the white." He stepped back to the doorway of the room to encourage her to make a selection and dress.

"As long as you're here why don't you help me pick out what I should wear?"

"What you've got in is just fine with me; however they might not let you on the plane."

She picked up a shoe from a row of them at the foot of her bed and she threw it at him. George caught it neatly. "I suppose you should wear shoes. You don't want to get slivers from the boardwalk."

"I never knew there were men like you, - with the charm of a sixty-year old and the libido of a sixteen-year old."

George laughed.

"Seriously, do you like the green or the blue?"

"Which one is shorter?"

She threw the other shoe of the pair, harder this time and he dodged out of the way as it fell into the hallway.

"I think I like the green better."

"Thank you! That's the way I was leaning. - Now would you please go somewhere else and let me dress in private."

"Do you need these shoes?"

"No!"

George chuckled at her again and walked back to the living room. Marge appeared five minutes later. The lovely schoolteacher wore a sleeveless blouse, pale green in color and a short dark green skirt that showed her gorgeous legs nicely. Her feet were encased in high heels that matched her skirt. Her clothes were highlighted with simple silver earrings and a thin silver bracelet. She carried a light sweater over her arm and a small satchel in her left hand. Her hair looked as though she had just come directly from the beauty parlor, her lips were radiant, and her subtle perfume pleased George as much as her fantastic appearance.

"You look lovely, Marge. Really, you will turn many heads on the seaboard tonight."

She smiled. "I think I do like the sixty-year old better."

We'd better get a move on though or we may not get there. I'd hate to have to buy you dinner in the Dayton airport."

They arrived in Atlantic City at 6:25 p.m. and checked into the hotel at 7:15 sharp. They went up to the room to drop off their light luggage. Marge took a small purse from her satchel. Then they were on their way to a small seafood shack right on the ocean. They had a wonderful meal of swordfish, asparagus and red potatoes as they talked and watched the sea birds over the waves. They talked mostly about themselves, taking the opportunity to get to know one another.

Marge told George she had never been inside a real casino; she had attended casino night at her elementary school, sponsored by the PTA. She admitted to being quite hesitant about real gambling.

"You can just watch, I'll teach you a little and you can put down a couple dollars if you want to. The real enjoyment of the casinos is watching the other people there. I've seen some truly outrageous things happen."

The more George talked with Marge and watched her across the table, the more she impressed him. She was not a classic beauty, like in movie star beauty, but her intelligent eyes and her warm smile gave her a different sort of loveliness that few women possessed. Underneath her quiet demeanor, George sensed that Marge really sought to put more excitement into her life. He hoped to provide some of that tonight.

Chapter 2

After dinner they took off their shoes and walked out on the beach. It was cool but Marge asked to do it and she had her sweater to protect her from the slight breeze. George put his arm around her. It felt so nice to hold Marge close and walk with her, not talking, just enjoying the companionship and the sounds and smells of the ocean. They walked slowly for a couple of hundred yards and then back to the car. They brushed the sand from their feet and donned their shoes and George asked if she were ready for the casinos.

"I am. -- I want the experience once, even if it turns me off and I never go back again. 

They started at the plushest casino on the strip. George pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and exchanged it for ten-dollar chips. He looked around until he found a no smoking, ten-dollar table that had only three players at it, two women and a man. George guided Marge onto the high chair at the end of the table to the dealer's left and he took the chair next to her. The dealer who was shuffling glance down appreciatively at Marge as she slid onto the chair and her skirt hiked up a bit to show a nice stretch of thigh.

George laid a ten-dollar chip on the betting spot and awaited his fate. The three others at the table also bet the same amount. The dealer dealt five cards face down from the shoe, one to each bettor and one to himself. The second round he dealt the player cards face down and his card face up, the six of clubs.

George showed Marge his cards, the deuce of clubs and seven of hearts. The dealer signaled him and George indicated he wanted a card. The dealer flipped him the eight of spades. George slipped the two cards in his hand under his chip.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm standing pat with my hand."

"Why did you do that? Aren't you supposed to try and get twenty-one?"

"Yes, but if I go over twenty-one I lose automatically."

"Oh, will you win now?"

"It depends on whether the dealer's hand beats me."

With this conversation the dealer had completed his round and was about to turn his hole card over. He showed the king of hearts. Then he flipped a card from the front of the shoe, the ace of spades. He turned over George's two down cards and tapped his chip, sweeping all three of George's cards from the table with a smooth motion.

"What happened?"

"We tied, we each had seventeen."

"So you get to keep your chip?"

"Yes."

George allowed his chip stay out and after the dealer had settled with the other players he dealt a new round. George showed Marge a pair of tens and he slipped them under his chip. The dealer's up card was and ace. The dealer asked George if he wanted insurance and George shook his hand, no."

"What's insurance?" 

"If I think he has a blackjack, that's twenty one, I can give him a five dollar chip and if he had the blackjack, I get all my money back."

"Why don't you want to do that?"

"It's usually not a good bet unless you know there are lots of high cards left in the deck."

The dealer inspected his hole card and he did not have a blackjack. He bypassed George and offered the next woman next to him a hit. When the dealer displayed his hole card he had a five. He hit it with a queen and then a six. He took George's card and laid a ten-dollar chip beside the one that was there.

"You won!" Marge squealed in his ear.

"Yes." He reached under the table and squeezed her knee. He stacked the two chips together and left them on the spot.

"Why are you doubling your bet? How can you win like that?"

"It's called money management. You keep raising your bet as long as you win and when you lose you drop back to ten dollars."

"Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions. Are you just curious or are you trying to learn how to play?" he chided her.

"Just curious so far."

"You have to use money management to have a chance to beat the house. If you bet even all the time the percentage in favor of the dealer will beat you in the end."

George continued playing, winning some and losing some and explaining the game to his lovely date. The dealer took several opportunities to glance down at Marge's legs to see if her skirt had shifted at all. Meanwhile George was admiring the lap of the woman sitting right beside him to his left. She was an attractive woman about Marge's age he judged. She was short with platinum blond hair and was perhaps five pounds overweight. Her legs were not as shapely as Marge's but they were not bad. She wore a tight yellow skirt that was short and was hiked up so there wasn't very much of her legs covered. George could see a dark strip of her pantyhose below the skirt. She sat without crossing her legs and a gap of eight inches of so between her knees. George could easily have reached right up to her pussy before she could react. The woman had been listening to George's treatise on the game with interest as she bet ten dollars on each hand and her chips dwindled while George's pile was I bit taller than when he began.

Marge seemed to be enjoying the lessons too and the fact that George was winning helped. George leaned over and whispered to her, "Marge, hike your skirt up a little and watch what interest it draws from the dealer."

She poked him in the ribs. "I will not!"

"Remember I told you the fun of this is watching the people."

"Like that plump little blond next to you?"

"Well at least she's very willing to show her legs."

The dealer queried George on a hit and George hit his twelve and busted. The woman next to him turned a little more toward George in her chair and asked what she should do with her hand. She showed him a hand with a deuce and a nine. The dealer showed six.

"Double," George told her as he stared right up her skirt that now showed a glimpse of her underwear at her crotch.

The woman decided to take the proffered advice and she turned her hand face up and bet another chip. The dealer gave her one card, face down and George explained to Marge how a double worked. The woman won twenty dollars on the hand and patted George on the shoulder and gave him an even nicer view up her skirt. Marge poked him in the ribs again.

They continued playing and George continued winning more than he lost. The blond next to him began asking for advice on almost every hand. She introduced herself as Gwynn and explained to George and Marge that she and her husband were visiting Atlantic City from London. Her husband, Charles, had tired of losing at roulette and had gone to their hotel room to lie down.

Gwynn was holding her own with George's advice but she still bet one chip at a time. When she turned in her seat to signal the cocktail waitress that she wanted another drink, her legs came apart and George got a wonderful display of her crotch. She was wearing light colored underwear beneath her pantyhose.

"Oh! I'm afraid I gave you a look at my nickers there, didn't I my boy!" She didn't seem at all sorry about it and George just smiled at her and didn't respond.

Half and hour later, George was two hundred dollars in the black. Gwynn had nearly gotten back to even and she was ecstatic as she rattled on to George about how she and Charles were enjoying their vacation in the states. "Such friendly people you have over here, and so many fun things to do. Everyone has treated us royally."

Charles tried to be polite but he didn't want to ignore Marge for Gwynn. Marge told George that she wanted to go to the restroom and he asked her if she wanted him to help her find it. She whispered to him, "No, you just continue enjoying Miss Britain's charms. I'll be fine and I'll be right back."

Just after Marge left the table, Gwynn told him she felt really lucky and she was going to let her winnings on the last hand ride. Her bet was twenty dollars. George had decided it was time to quit this table and move elsewhere so he put out a ten-dollar bet and pocketed the rest of his chips. He was going to tell Gwynn adieu. As he tuned to her she showed him her two aces. The dealer was showing seven.

"I'd split them it I were you, George told her."

"How do I do that?"

"Just lay them face up and separated and lay another bet on one of them. You only get one card on each one and they play as separate hands."

George hit a twelve and busted. Gwynn took his advice, showing the dealer her cards and placing another twenty-dollar bet. The dealer dealt a down card on each of her aces.

After dealing to the other two players the dealer flipped his card up and showed a three. He hit his hand with a ten for a total of twenty and Gwynn let out a groan. But when the dealer turned over her cards she had a queen and a jack, two blackjacks and the dealer promptly paid her sixty dollars.

Gwynn let out a shriek and she leaned over and grabbed George in a bear hug, leaning heavily against him to keep from falling off her chair. She paid no mind to her skirt, as her legs parted wide to balance herself somewhat. George could not resist the opportunity provided to him and he placed one arm around Gwynn in response to her embrace and his other hand went right up her skirt to the junction of her legs. He closed his hand over her crotch and dug his fingers into the soft folds of her pussy.

Even in her slightly inebriated and very excited state, Gwynn knew what George had done. Instead of pushing him away as George had expected, she just let out another little squeal and grasped him tighter around the neck. George felt her shift her ass forward on her chair and open wider to give his hand more leeway. He felt her liberally, squeezing her hard and pressing his fingers into her mound and pussy. After a few pleasant seconds he withdrew his hand and Gwynn began to compose herself and release her hold on him.

"I'm sorry," George told her. "I have to go find Marge and then we have some other plans. It's been so nice talking with you Gwynn, - and feeling your pussy too. I wish I were free to stay and play some more. - Good luck!"

He turned and walked off without looking back. He spotted Marge headed back from the bathrooms and he headed her off.

"You're going to quit that table?" she chided. You were doing quite well, - and with that Gwynn woman too. I think she really fancied you."

"Yes, - too much as it turned out. I felt guilty because I was ignoring you and I didn't want that."

"What do you mean, as it turned out?"

"I don't know if I should say."

Marge kept after him, knowing there was a story she wanted to hear."

Finally George told her that Gwynn had won a big hand and hugged him and that he had felt her up."

"All the way up?"

"All the way."

"Is this some hobby of yours, feeling up lonely women?" She was referring to the escapades that George had told her about when they were together on Wednesday.

George laughed and kidded her. I even keep a journal. - It's really loaded. - I can't wait to get you into it."

It was Marge's turn to laugh. "You're a pervert. - What's next on the agenda?"

"I know a small casino down the way that is very nice. It has a steep cover charge to keep the riff-raff out but it gets some really heavy action at times and I'd like to show it to you."

"Ok. - Maybe we can find you some more pussy for you to feel, - so I can keep your hands off of mine."

George laughed again. "You never know. But before we go there, I should stop in the restroom too."

They headed back in the direction Marge had come from and she waited in a lounge chair while George was in the men's room. When he returned they stopped at the cashier's cage and cashed the chips in George's pockets. He handed a ten-dollar chip to Marge for a souvenir.

As they walked toward the entrance they passed the table where George had been playing. Gwynn was still there and a handsome young male had taken over George's chair. Gwynn was already conversing with him and he had his hand on her knee and was sliding it up her leg. It looked as though Gwynn was in for a lot more excitement in America.




George: Book 07



They walked down the boardwalk a little way and found the casino that George had in mind. He handed the ticket taker a hundred-dollar bill and got no change in return. Marge looked at him strangely. "It's not my money," he told her. "It belongs to the place we just left."

The new casino was not nearly as noisy and was also not smoke-filled like the other had been. They looked around and George suggested that Marge should learn to shoot crap next.

"Why do they call it crap?"

"I guess because that's what guys yell a lot when they lose. - I don't know why they call it that."

The wound their way past the slot machines and blackjack tables till they came to a small back room that held a half a dozen dice tables. Marge asked George if they were going to play the slot machines later. "Sure, we can feed them a few coins. We'll toss a few chips at the roulette wheel too."

Chapter 3

The room was not very busy with only about twenty players scattered at the tables. There was one empty table in the far corner and George directed Marge there, telling her he would teach her the basics at a quiet table and then they could look for some action. George handed the croupier two hundreds and asked for eight chips. The table limit was twenty-five dollars.

George lay his chips on the rail of the table and put one on the pass line. He explained the simplest of the rules to Marge. "If the person rolling the dice throws a seven or and eleven we win. If the shooter throws two, three or twelve, we lose. If any other number is thrown, the dice are rolled again to see who wins or loses. If the number thrown on the first roll comes up again before a seven appears that's called a pass and those betting on the pass win; if a seven comes up first that's a crap and the pass bettors lose."

"What are all those markings on the table?"

"There are all sorts of bets you can make. The pass bet is the safest and the one we want to play. Most of the rest are sucker bets, except the don't-pass, which is the opposite of the pass. It's there for those with a negative approach to life."

George accepted the dice cup from the croupier and handed it to Marge. "Shake the dice in the cup and toss them across the table. Some shooters yell out exclamations like, 'Mama needs a new pair of shoes!' You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

Marge listened for a moment to the voices around the casino and said. "I think I'll stay still at the beginning." She shook the dice rather hesitantly and tossed them to the middle of the table. They came up four and three."

"We won!" she exclaimed in surprise. The croupier put a chip on top of George's bet and he let it lay there. The dice were pushed back to lie on the table in front of Marge.

"The shooter rolls until he or she craps out," George informed her.

Marge picked up the dice and shook them harder than the first time as if that might influence the outcome. She rolled a four and a six.

"Now what?"

"Now we place and extra bet. It's called the odds." "Why do we do that?"

"It's an even bet mathematically. We win as much as we lose with it."

"So why bother."

"We want to increase our betting when we're on a winning streak, money management, just like at the blackjack table, remember."

"Oh."

Marge took the dice again and rolled a one and five. The croupier passed them back to her. She picked them up and tossed them again.

"Come on ten!"

"That's the spirit."

A pair of fives came up and Marge jumped up and down and gave George a little hug. After the bets were paid, George left three chips on the pass line.

Marge made another roll and the dice showed six and five. Marge gave George a questioning look until the croupier stacked three chips beside George's stack. "Oh, eleven! I forgot." She hugged George again and he put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

George left four chips on the table and Marge rolled a three. "Crap!" called the croupier and he raked George's bet away and stacked the chips with the bank's large supply.

George smiled at Marge and shrugged. "Don't I get a comfort hug?" He squeezed her waist and she pressed against him.

"That was fun!" Marge beamed at George. "I did pretty good, didn't I?"

"You did great, sweetheart. You made us a little money."

George tossed a single chip on the pass line but before the Croupier had a chance to return the dice new players arrived at the table, two absolutely gorgeous women. They looked to be around thirty, both with shoulder length hair, one blond and one brunette. They both had beautiful faces, tanned and highlighted with carefully applied makeup and they were dressed in similar elegant and alluring dresses.

The brunette wore a dark green dress, mid-thigh and low-cut, the top held up by two thin straps across her shoulders. She wore a gold necklace, matching gold bracelet, and rings on three or four fingers. The dress swished enticingly around her legs as she walked around the table to stand across from George and Marge.

The blond was two inched shorter than the brunette, and she wore an even more daring dress, a red-orange color, very short and very low-cut. She wore a complement of jewelry similar to her companion. The women clearly were dressed to get attention; with their looks George surmised they would get attention no matter what they were wearing.

"I told you the scenery in Atlantic City would be spectacular," George said to Marge, loud enough to be heard by the women across the table.

"I thought you were talking about the ocean," Marge shot back.

"That too."

The brunette extracted a five-hundred-dollar bill from her clutch purse and tossed it into the center of the table. The croupier raked it to his edge and picked it up, stuffing it down a slot beside him. He counted out twenty chips and pushed them across the table to the brunette. She separated the chips into four piles of five chips each and presented the blond with two stacks. Each of the women tossed a chip on the pass line and the croupier pushed the dice to the brunette.

"You roll first," the brunette instructed the blond. "You always have better luck than I do."

As the blond leaned over the side of the crap table to retrieve the dice, George had an astounding view down the front of her dress. She was clearly not wearing a bra and George could see nearly down to her navel between her two lovely globes. He gawked openly at the sight and Marge poked him sharply in the ribs. When the blond straightened up, she looked across the table, staring George straight in the eye, showing him that she knew he had been staring at her. She smiled a knowing smile and George responded with a sheepish grin. The blond shook the dice in the cup and rolled an eleven.

"I told you!" exclaimed the brunette. We always do better when you have the dice."

The croupier paid off the three twenty-five-dollar bets on the table. George let his winnings ride. The two women added their winning chips to their stacks and left their original bet on the line.

As the gorgeous blond prepared to roll again, George was treated to an even nicer view down the front of her dress this time.

"Did I ever tell you, Marge, that my favorite TV show of all time is Twin Peaks?"

Marge poked him in the same spot, only harder this time.

"Ow!" George squawked. "That spot's getting a bit tender."

"Good!"

The blond looked across the table again. "You know, I really don't mind a man looking down my dress, but I do like to know the names of those that do it."

Before George could reply, Marge cut in, "His name's Jack and his last name starts with A and ends in SS." She poked him again in her chosen spot.

George grimaced. "It's George," he corrected. "And the beautiful lady with the wicked fingers is Marge."

The women across the table laughed with delight. George got the distinct impression that perhaps they had been drinking before they arrived at the crap table.

"Tell us, Marge, how did you get hooked up with such a lecherous voyeur as George?" the blond asked.

"We're not really together," Marge lied. He's teaching me how to gamble in the casinos."

"I see," said the Brunette. Well, George, perhaps you can give us some pointers too. By the way, I'm Amber and Miss Twin Peaks is Ashley."

George smiled across at them as Ashley tossed the dice across the table and they stopped right in front of him. He looked down and saw two three's. He placed his odds bet and Amber and Ashley watched quizzically.

"What did you just do?" Ashley asked. George explained the bet to the two young women as he had explained it to Marge earlier. The blond did nothing with the information but the Amber placed a bet on the odds.

As Ashley was trying to roll another six, Amber was scouting for a cocktail waitress. She found one and returned holding two cocktails that looked as if they were bourbon or whiskey based. Ashley accepted the proffered glass and they both took a healthy slug from their respective glasses.

After four more rolls without a seven, a six came up. Amber and Ashley hugged one another and George congratulated them. The lovely ladies had been sipping their drinks between rolls of the dice and their glasses were already half empty. They seemed to be really enjoying themselves.

George took one chip back from his bet, leaving three on the table. Again the women looked at him with questions on their countenances.

"Why do you increase your bet as you go along?"

George instructed them on money management and Amber bet fifty dollars while Ashley still had a single chip out.

"Anything else we need to know?" Ashley asked in a skeptical voice.

"Well," George responded, I've always thought that when a lovely young lady has the dice she can increase her luck if she lifts her dress up and rubs the dice on her panties before every roll."

Marge punched George really hard and he let out and grunt that was only a bit exaggerated. Ashley ignored this bit of advice too and rolled a pair of ones.

"Snake eyes!" called the croupier and he gathered in the three bets.

The dice came to Marge and she threw three passes. Amber watched George and matched his bets while Ashley played straight twenty-five dollar bets. The two gorgeous women hugged after each successful pass and they finished their drinks and the waitress brought them fresh ones.

The dice passed to Amber and when she leaned over the table to pick them up, George had a new favorite view. She was not quite a buxom as Ashley but her dress was looser and dropped forward a bit more, revealing two gorgeous, uncovered breasts, hanging unsupported beneath the dark green material. Amber caught George's eye as she straightened up and just smiled at him. Marge seemed to have given up poking him in the ribs for now.

Amber got a nice play going with four passes and the effects of George's money management and betting the odds had its desired affect. Ashley saw that Amber's pile of chips was quite a bit ahead of her own. George got a lot of fantastic looks down the lovely brunette's dress and he got a couple of nice hugs from Marge. 

After the two women hugged following the fourth pass, George asked when he might get a hug.

"You've been hugging Marge. We thought you were satisfied with that," said Amber.

"No comment. I can only get into trouble if I say anything more."

Marge looked at him and laughed. "Don't let me stand in your way. We're not together, remember."

"Ok, Amber. If you pass again, I'm coming over for a couple of hugs."

Amber promptly rolled a seven and the foursome at the table let out excited shouts at their good fortune. While the bets were being paid off George rounded the table to collect his additional remuneration. He reached Ashley first and held his arms open as she turned from the table and stepped willingly toward him. He wrapped his arms loosely around her and allowed her to determine the closeness of their embrace. She smelled of bourbon and expensive perfume, a delicious combination.

George was pleasantly surprised as Ashley reached her arms around him and he felt her press her breasts into his chest. She brought her groin and legs into contact with him as well and held that position for several delicious seconds before she stepped back.

The scent of Amber was bourbon and a different perfume, a subtler aroma. She surprised George with a hug even more enthusiastic than Ashley's was. He felt the gorgeous brunette press breasts against his chest and her pubic mound hard against the front of his trousers and he felt himself twitch in response. He had a fervent urge to slide his hands down her hips and onto her ass but he resisted.

"Aren't you going to feel my ass?" she whispered in an innocent and tipsy voice as if she were reading his thoughts.

"I would dearly love to but I don't think I can stand another poke in the ribs. I will tell you this though. I'll bet that I get my hands full of your hot little pussy before the evening is done."

"She smiled coyly at him and didn't say a word. He brushed her cheek with a kiss and then loosened his arms around her and she stepped back.

As George returned to the other side of the table and to Marge, he saw that there were going to be some new players at the table. Three young men walked up to the empty end of the table away form the foursome. George had seen the men come in and look around and he had expected that they would end up at this table. They positioned themselves at the far end and placed minimum bets.

Amber crapped out on the next roll and the dice passed to one of the newcomers. He passed and then failed. The second boy, young man, crapped out immediately as did the third. (George thought of anyone under the age of twenty-five as a boy or girl. These guys looked to all be in their early twenties.)

Chapter 4

The three young men wore open necked short-sleeve shirts and dark slacks. They were tanned and muscular, all with dark brown hair. They could have been brothers. As the play continued around the table the newcomers placed multiple bets and it was clear they did not understand the odds of the game at all. But George knew they were not there to win at crap; they had a different agenda on their minds.

It wasn't very long before the threesome began to interact with the other players at the table, first commenting that it looked as if they had been having some success. George kept still and allowed the women across the table to respond. After the ice was broken, everyone introduced himself or herself. The newcomers' names were Jimmy, Chip, and Toby. Chip and Toby were twin brothers, not identical though.

When the men rolled the dice, they did so hurriedly and didn't seem to care if they won or lost. The table was lukewarm and even with their poor betting strategy they didn't lose a lot while the others at the table managed small gains.

When Ashley and Amber rolled the dice they did so in animated fashion, yelling at the dice as if they could scare them to the right numbers. They were still putting away the bourbon and having a high old time. It wasn't long before the young men moved around the table to join them. They had flagged down a waitress and taken two cocktails each and were nearly done with the first.

Chip and Toby seemed mostly interested in the blond while Jimmy stayed close to the brunette. They managed to get the women separated as Chip and Toby moved Ashley around the corner of the table to the end while Jimmy and Amber remained across from Marge and George.

When the dice came to George, he let Marge roll them each time. She tossed them out smoothly and let out a little yell when a seven or eleven showed. She and George were drinking too, but much more slowly than the others around the table.

The young men continued making bad bets and losing money but Amber and Ashley didn't seem to notice. They were pretty happy as they were money ahead and now had the attention of handsome men. The guys began taking advantage of the ladies' good feelings, moving closer, touching them on their shoulders, letting their bodies touch a bit, allowing the two gorgeous women to get accustomed to having them nearby.

George whispered to Marge, "I think this table has the makings for some real excitement if we get a big play going, perhaps even if we don't."

"What do you mean?"

"The three guys are working together; they're playing a game I call opportunity."

"I don't follow."

"They're hitting on the two women big time. They will keep them drinking and keep them involved in the table, getting more and more familiar with them as the evening wears on. Then if a big play comes along and the women get really excited, the guys will take real advantage of them."

"You mean like feeling them up and that sort of advantage?"

"At least that. - You may see some clothing come off too. They want to get the women completely under their control before they take them somewhere else for the real fun and games."

"I take it you've played or seen this game before."

"I've watched it a couple of times in Vegas. - One night there was a young woman who had come to Vegas to get married but she and her fiancé got into a huge fight and he actually flew back home and left her there alone. She was a real knockout, lovely face and figure, blond hair. She came into the casino and was betting at the crap table and drinking, just like the two women here. Two young guys spotted her and moved in, striking up a conversation, commiserating with her on her broken wedding plans. They were real pros." 

George hesitated. Do you really want to hear this?"

"Sure I do! Why wouldn't I?"

"These two men kept the girl drinking and they took over her betting for her. The table was pretty hot and she was doing quite well and getting really excited. The action drew a crowd to the table and the guys were pressed in close to her, which they didn't mind at all. They rubbed their hands around on her dress and kissed her on her ears and neck as she continued to pile up a nice stack of chips."

George stopped his story to place a bet and continued.

"The dice came to the blond and they got super hot. She quickly rolled five passes and the guys were increasing her bets so she had a couple of hundred dollars down. When she passed again they began really working her over. They each gave her a big hug and a smooch on the lips and when she turned back to the table to roll again, they ran their hands all over her dress and squeezed her ass and tits through it. The casino was using a dice cup at the table so she needed both hands to hold the cup and dice and roll them."

"She tossed a seven on her next come-out roll and received another nice pot. The guys bumped her bet to five hundred and they kissed her and lifted up her dress, feeling her underneath. She was too excited and drunk to even realize how they took advantage of her charms. The next roll came up a number, eight I think, and the guys bet the odds for her. She kept rolling anything but a seven or eight for several minutes and her excitement was skyrocketing. The crowd around the table was shouting encouragement to her as the two guys had their hands up her dress between her legs and they were really working her over. She was even humping against their hands between her legs."

"Did she pass again?" Marge was really into the story.

"She finally rolled an eight and went wild. The two guys just kept hugging her and feeling her and one of them unzipped her dress and they took it off. She was left in a skimpy bra and panties. Some of the other men around the threesome started reaching in and copping a feel and the two guys allowed all comers to participate. When the girl threw a seven and won over a thousand dollars her bra came off and at least a dozen men hugged her and felt her tits and pussy."




George: Book 07



"And you think that could happen here?"

"It will take a really big play but it could happen."

"I can't see the brunette putting up with that. She seems pretty sophisticated. The blond could be excitable."

"We'll see. Sometimes the quiet ones fool you."

"So what finally happened to the blond in Vegas?"

"She won one more hand and some guy tried to pull her panties off. She finally got concerned about what was going on and she asked the two guys who had started it all if they would take her out of there. They said sure but she had to finish her play. They put a small bet out for her and she crapped out. They helped her into her dress and they left, I'm sure they probably spent quite a night with her in her hotel room, maybe longer.

The table where Marge and George were playing was still just luke-warm. From the banter in the room George could tell there was a table going well that was drawing more players than this one. That was just fine with George. He was well ahead and so were the two young women. The guys were losing and getting impatient as they waited for a string of passes to heat things up.

"Are you sure this is ok?" George asked Marge. "Would you rather go to see a show or do something else?"

"I'm fine, George. Really! - I'm learning about blackjack and crap and opportunity, things I've missed out on my entire life."

"You're sure? - I just really want you to have a nice time."

"Relax! - I am having a nice time. - I'm with a nice guy and that doesn't happen to me all that often. I'm pretty low maintenance. All I need is the company of a nice guy and I can enjoy myself very much."

"I'm really glad you think I'm a nice guy." He kissed her hair and squeezed her arm. She looked up at him and smiled warmly.

"I'm really glad you think I'm a naughty enough girl for you."

"We'll see just how naughty if we ever get some action."

One of the twins, Chip George thought, left the room. George asked Marge if she would be all right while he hit the rest room. She assured him that she could handle it. George walked out and found the men's room and as expected Chip was there.

George took the urinal next to the young twin and commented, "It looks as though you boys have his the jackpot tonight."

Chip looked over to see who was talking to him and he seemed to recognize George. I think we may have a nice time tonight with those two pretty ladies, yes. We haven't had a twosome that hot looking in a long time."

"I hope that you will entertain the rest of us a little before you take them out for the private party. I was hoping to get better acquainted with them myself."

"You've got a woman. -- How many you need, man?"

"Marge is just a friend. She will understand if I get involved in the action."

"We'll just have to see what plays out. The blond is really hot. I think we could lay her out on the crap table and all take turns on her. -- The brunette is a little shy. She may take more convincing."

She didn't seem all that shy when I hugged her earlier and told her I was going to have my hands on her pussy before the night was done."

Like I said, man, we'll play it by ear. All I know is that I want that blonde's mouth rapped around my cock before the break of dawn. I think we may be able to do a three-way with her.

George did not respond and the two finished pissing and headed back to the crap room.

Toby seemed to be monopolizing Ashley a bit and Chip walked over and began a conversation with Marge. George pretended to devote his attentions to the table. Toby quizzed Marge about why George was doing better than the other players. Marge tried to explain that he knew how to manage his bets. Toby really didn't care about her answer; he just wanted an excuse to move in on her a bit.

Marge talked with him for a short time and then it was her turn to play the dice. She returned her attention to the table and to George as she rolled a number and tried to hit it.

"It looks like the boys want to even the odds," George told her.

"Is it all right if I play along just a bit? I won't if you mind."

"It's fine. - Enjoy yourself. - Just be careful. You're dealing with pros."

Marge threw a seven and exclaimed "Shit!" Then she resumed conversing with Chip.

The dice passed to the Ashley and she quickly threw seven, followed by eleven and then another seven. This got her excitement up to a new level and Chip sauntered over to take advantage; she kissed each of the twins on the mouth and allowed them to run their hands down onto her ass. They pressed her skirt into the back of her crotch and pushed their hands in as far as her stance allowed. After his turn with Ashley, Chip returned to Marge and gave her a hug. He didn't try to feel her, just yet.

Jimmy was becoming more familiar with Amber too. She was getting a bit worked up over her winnings and Jimmy moved in close behind her and pressed himself into her and ran his hands along the sides of her dress, fingering her armpits and kissing her neck. George watched with interest and was not surprised at how many liberties the two women were allowing the men. They had consumed quite a bit of liquor and they were flying petty high.

Ashley continued to roll the dice; she threw a number and then passed and the excitement at the table mounted. As she jumped up and down and turned to hug her companions, Toby took this opportunity to pull the back of her red dress up around her waist and hooked it into her white belt. She didn't seem to notice or she didn't mind. As she took the dice again and prepared to roll, Toby was feeling the back of her legs and her panty-covered ass.

Chip left Marge again for a bit to take advantage of Ashley as he felt her up from behind as well. When he returned to Marge, he was more excited and wanted to feel Marge too. He hugged her and slid his hand down her dress onto her ass. She allowed it until he pressed his fingers between her legs and then she stepped away.

Several more men were beginning to gather at the other end of the table as Ashley's squeals of delight attracted attention. One man came around and stood behind the young woman with her skirt lifted to her waist to watch the action from the rear. Two others stood across the table so they could stare down the front of her dress at her tits.

When Ashley threw her fifth pass she got amazingly animated. She not only hugged and kissed Chip and Toby but she hugged the guy behind her and she came over and gave George a big hug too. He dropped his hand down her leg and gave her ass a nice squeeze before she retreated. Marge gave him a poke in the ribs.

"This could be it," he told her. "You'd better hang onto your panties tight."

George looked over to see how Jimmy was coming along and found that he now had his hand up Amber's skirt, rubbing her bare legs. She looked a bit glassy-eyed and while she wasn't as demonstrative as Ashley was, she did exhibit a state of excitement.

The croupier needed a little more time to settle the bets, as the table was now two thirds full. As she waited to roll, Ashley shifted back and forth and Chip kept his hands on her erogenous areas to maintain her excitement. He stood beside her and felt her tits through her dress, rubbing his hands across them and squeezing them. As she took the dice cup and prepared to come out he reached behind her and unclasped the back of her dress and lowered the zipper, sliding his hand down her ass from above as Chip returned and began feeling her from below. She shifted again and spread her legs a little to let them gain better access to her crotch. Then she tossed the dice out and they came up a six and a five.

Ashley nearly climbed up on the table as she jumped up and down. The twins pulled up her dress in front as well as the back and being it was so tight it clung to her and stayed up around her waist, leaving her snow-white panties largely uncovered. Their hands were all over her as she hugged them and kissed them on the lips. Two more men stepped in and accepted hugs and felt her ass through her panties. She looked over to George and Marge and stepped toward them. George greeted her by laying his hand right on her pubic mound and delving between her legs with his fingers. He felt her press against his hand in total acceptance of what he was doing. Chip walked around the corner of the table and gave Amber a big hug and a feel of her ass through her skirt. Toby came the other way and offered himself to Marge. She accepted and got a liberal feeling of her ass as a consequence.

As Toby left another man stepped up to Marge's left and moved in close to her and brushed his hand across the back of her dress. She thought it was George and she pressed back against the hand and before she knew it the hand was beneath her dress and working its way up her thigh. When she realized it wasn't George's hand she stepped aside and pushed the man away.

While waiting for the croupier Chip and Toby unfastened the belt at the waist and lifted Ashley's dress higher above her waist and the crowd whistled and applauded at the nice display of her panties. She had a lovely mound, neatly trimmed, to match her other beautiful features. Amber's dress seemed to be unzipped and Jimmy had his hand down the back of it. George reached around Marge and gave her a hug and felt her hip, pulling her against him.

The bets on the table were getting substantial as the original seven players had chips out totaling several thousand dollars. The newcomers were betting smaller amounts so far. There were six to eight additional men who had gathered around the table now with the original seven. The chatter was getting louder as the men stared at and encouraged Ashley, hoping that her good luck with the dice would continue. Their enthusiasm stemmed not so much from the prospect of winning money. It came more from the hope that the wild atmosphere around the table would continue and they could get their hands on the lovely and excited young women.

Ashley was finally holding the dice again and she rolled a pair of threes. As she kept rolling, trying to complete a pass, the crowd gave her raucous encouragement. She kept accepting the dice and rolling combinations that kept the play alive. George saw that Jimmy had managed to get Amber's skirt up and he was working on her legs and ass as her attention was riveted on her friend and the dice.

Finally, Ashley rolled a four and a two and the entire room cheered for the money they had won and also for the prospect of getting their hands on some hot female flesh. As Ashley bounced up and down and began hugging anyone around her Toby pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and before she could react he pulled the garment entirely over her head and passed it back to a man behind him. When Ashley realized that she was topless and Toby was squeezing her bare tits, the first hint of concern crossed her countenance. She yelled that she wanted her dress back on and she reached out to the guy holding it but he passed it on to another. Ashley followed her dress and it was passed away from her; it began making its way around the table with the nearly naked young blonde in pursuit. She was still smiling and treating it as a game but she didn't realize that she should just stay put and not try to chase the dress. There was no way she could keep moving as fast as the garment could be handed off

As Ashley followed her red dress around the room it gave all the men there an opportunity to get close to her. As she came around the table and encountered the waiting men they would each greet her with outstretched hands. Most of the men wrapped their arms around her and hugged her naked chest against them. This freed their hands to enthusiastically feel her tits and ass. Some of them got a feel of the front of her panties and her crotch too.

While the center of attention was the nearly nude Ashley, Amber was getting her share of attention too. Her dress was open down the back and one of her straps was off her shoulder, leaving her breast on that side highly unprotected. Several men came over and hugged her too feeling her panties and tits as they did so.

Marge got some hugs and gropes too but the men really wanted to get to Ashley so they didn't focus on her as much. There was one man who was more persistent than the rest at getting his hand up Marge's dress and into her panties but she kept him at bay.

As Ashley was being passed around the gauntlet that circled the table, her situation was becoming a bit more desperate. While one or two men would be hugging her at a time and feeling her tits, another set of hands was usually busy at her panties and they were gradually being pulled down. They were around the tops of her thighs and her pubic mound was now uncovered. Her happiness and excitement were turning to real concern and she could be heard to utter "don't!" and "please!" over the buzzing of the crowd. Of course it was going to take more that a few pleas to stop the frenzy that had broken out. The croupier was watching intently but he made no move to call security for any assistance for the molested women.

Jimmy and two other men were working on Amber and were trying to pull her dress off. She had her arms folded over her chest and was hanging on pretty tight. One of the men began pawing her panties and trying to lower them but she pressed herself against the table and kept them on too. The guy gave up and just shoved his hand between her legs from behind. 

As Ashley's dress reached George he tossed it to Toby and told him I think you two had better help her. She's had about all the fun she can stand for a while. They nodded and George helped the flustered girl get away from the hands grasping at her tits and crotch and he directed her back to the end of the table she had started at. Chip and Toby surrounded her and protected her from any more hands. The young woman looked at George and nodded a thank you to him.

The crowd settled down, having had their fun, and awaited the continuation of the crap game. Ashley pulled her panties back up but didn't insist on her dress, now that she knew it was in Toby's hands. She accepted the dice and promptly rolled another seven. The crowd of men went wild again but this time the two young women were more subdued. Their spirits were still high but they were cautious about the men they got near. Ashley of course hugged Chip and Toby and she came over and pressed her body against George and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Amber let Jimmy give her a hug and let him run his hands beneath her open dress but she stayed away from the others. Marge clung to George's arm and watched the excitement around her.

Ashley finally crapped out and Amber declined the dice, saying she thought they should be going. She was feeling a bit tired and dizzy. The three young men helped Ashley into her dress and they surrounded her and Amber as they left the dice table and the crap room. George and Marge followed.

Back out in the main casino, Jimmy asked George if he and Marge wanted to join them upstairs.

"I think we'd better not," George answered. "We have some plans of our own."

"Sure. We understand. - It's been great playing with you. Don't spend all that loot in one place."

When Ashley and Amber realized that they George and Marge were going to be parting with the group, they each came over to give them a final hug. Amber hugged Marge and Ashley pressed herself against George one more time. Then they switched.

As Amber pressed herself against George she said, "Now's the time."

"I guess it is."

He slipped his arm down to her side and ran his hand up the front of her leg beneath her dress. She shifted her feet to spread her legs open as his hand reached her junction and slipped into the warmth between them. His fingers pushed the silk aside, uncovering her and he pressed his fingertips into her soft flesh and kissed her on the neck. He felt her pussy convulse as his fingers slipped inside her and she kissed him back.

"You are a fantastically exciting woman! He told her. I'd like to look you up some day."

"Go ahead. I'd like that too.

"I will, I promise."

"You know, I am jealous of Marge tonight. Here I'm going to get fucked by two or three of the nicest cocks in Atlantic City and yet I have this feeling that she's going to get laid better than I am."

They maintained their erotic embrace for quite a while and George realized that Marge was using the time to say her good-byes too. Chip, Toby and Jimmy in turn wrapped Marge in a hug and slipped their hands beneath her dress and up to her crotch, feeling her intimately as they kissed her cheeks and told her how wonderful she was.

George reluctantly pulled his fingers out of Amber's panties and let her know it was time to go. The group waved and said their parting words as they separated and the five-some headed toward the elevator and Marge and George walked to the casino entrance.

Chapter 5

"Now what?" Marge peered at him through her glasses expectantly.

"Whatever you want, Marge. I've directed the action long enough and I'm ready to take my orders from you."

"All right, slave, I want you to take me back to my hotel and fuck the shit out of me." To punctuate her command she came into George's arms and kissed him deeply. Then they retreated to their hotel room with two queen-sized beds, only one of which was needed. They each got undressed down to their underwear and George removed Marge's bra and panties, kissing her neck and shoulders and lips as he did. He removed his last garment and they stood naked, pressing their bodies together and kissing some more.

They made love three times throughout the night and between the lovemaking sessions they slept in each other's arms. They had not bothered to shut the drapes in the bedroom and when they woke the sun was streaming in and the alarm clock said a quarter to ten.

Both were quiet as they showered and dressed and sampled the buffet brunch in the hotel restaurant. They only talked small talk on the way to the airport and on the plane back to Dayton. When they arrived at Marge's apartment and she invited him to come in for a few minutes, George initiated the serious discussion that he knew was necessary.

"I hardly know what to say to you Marge. I had an absolutely fabulous time, so much so that it scares me."

"I think I know what you mean, - and I think I feel about the same way."

"I'm not very good at this serious discussion business. - Perhaps that's why I'm twice divorced. - I want to see you more but it's complicated." He stopped talking.

"Go on."

"I'm afraid of what might happen. One or both of us could wind up getting hurt. We both know what that feels like and it's not much fun. I could fall for you and you might not fall for me, or vice versa. We could both fall in love and still find we couldn't be happy together. I just don't know what to do."

"I want to see you too, George. I need the excitement in my life that you've given me this week. I'm going to tell you something that almost no one knows and then it will be up to you to decide if we are to go on."

"You sound so serious."

"It is serious, George. - I'm going to die, - soon."

"How? - Why?" George responded in shock.

"My heart is failing. The doctors give me about six months. There's not much hope that a compatible heart donor will be found for me. I've told only two other people this. I'm going to quit teaching at the Christmas break and then spend my time travelling a bit as long as I can. I've come to grips with it. That's why you found me in a hot-legs contest. That's why I've forced myself out of my shell, - to get all I can from the time I have left."

"I'm so sorry, Marge. - I really don't know what to say."

"You can say you still want to see me or you can say good bye. I felt I had to tell you because if you still want to see me you will get hurt, I'm afraid."




George: Book 07



Would you consider spending some time with me in Arizona?"

"I've never been there."

"I'm saying I do want to see you. I do want to be with you all the time that I can. I want to get to know you and I'll take what ever comes with it."

"When would I see you again?"

"I have to return to Tucson tomorrow. I'll be back in Dayton for another few days the week after next."

"I'd like to see you when you get back. We can talk about what comes later then."

He kissed her deeply and told her he would call her tomorrow evening from his home. Then he just wrapped his arms around her and held her. She let out a deep sigh and a sob on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry! - I thought I was done crying over this, - but now I've met you and that puts a new wrinkle in things. - Don't get me wrong. Meeting you has brightened my outlook for the rest of my time immensely. - It's just that I don't want to hurt you and I am afraid that I surely will."

"Don't have any concern about that, Marge. - Whatever hurt may come to me, I know it will pale in comparison to the magic you will give me in return."

"Thank you for saying that. It's exactly what I needed to hear. - You'd better go. I'll see you in a week."

He had so many questions but he couldn't think straight and he wanted to be alone to sort out his thoughts. He left her standing and looking out her window. He was certain she was still watching as he drove away.

He didn't go back to the hotel right away. Instead he drove into the Ohio countryside, along some back roads and he found a small town where he could sit in a small park beside a pond in the shade. He sat there for a long time, thinking about the past week. Of all the wonderful women he had met, why had he fallen for the one who was going to die? He felt ashamed of his selfishness and he vowed that he would do all that he could for Marge up till the end. He had six months of wonderful companionship to look forward too and he knew that what he had told her was true. He had dealt with deep hurt before in two divorces and he would deal with this one too when the time came. Until then he had so much to look forward to.

It was nearly 6:00 p.m. when he got back to the hotel. He went up to his room and showered and dressed in a clean shirt and slacks. He went back downstairs to the restaurant. It was as empty this evening as it had been one week ago. He sat at the same table and he was pleased to see April walking to his table. She looked ravishing in a short yellow dress.

She pretended not to recognize him and treated him like any customer that she did not know.

George played along with her and ordered the same meal and the same wine as the previous Sunday. Then he said, "For desert, I want the specialty of the house."

April looked at him and winked.

"I'll have to check and see what we have this evening."