1 comments/ 48855 views/ 10 favorites Cuttin' Loose By: Miltone "So where is Dave taking you tonight for your birthday?" Lois asked excitedly, sounding like many older married women do when asking about a younger single woman's plans for the evening. "He's not," Tina replied sounding kind of disgusted. "Didn't I tell you?" I pulled my face out of the computer screen and leaned back in my chair to latch onto the conversation between these best work friends. As the only man working in a department of women I always found their conversations interesting and informative. "I thought he was taking you someplace special," Lois said, her voice dripping with disappointment. "Can you believe this?" Tina replied dejectedly. "He calls me up Wednesday night and says that he has a family obligation tonight and can't make it. A funeral in Toledo of all places and he won't be back until late." "He didn't ask if you wanted to go along or something?" Lois asked. "Nope, so it looks like it's going to be a Blockbuster night," Tina admitted with a big sigh. Finally compelled to put in my two cents worth, I pushed back from my desk so I could see them through the doorway to my cubicle. "At least he didn't say that he had to stay at home and wash his hair," I cracked. "Oh, Greg," Lois giggled, but Tina looked back at me with her big dark sorrowful eyes. "I could almost believe that one seeing the way he's been acting lately," she confessed. "So do you have a Plan B?" I asked, getting up from my chair and standing by the doorway. I could see the two of them closely now sitting at their adjoining desks. "Like I just said, Blockbuster or bust," Tina answered, shrugging her shoulders. There was nothing worse than a beautiful woman being left at home on her birthday because some punk didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. I've never understood some of my brothers who treat women poorly. I don't believe in the pedestal thing, but then I do believe in treating people with respect, especially women. "Man, that's cold," I said, realizing my opportunity. "I'll tell you what, Tina. If you don't have any other plans, I'll take you out tonight." Lois looked over at her younger friend with a big smile and nodded her head. "Hell, your birthday comes only once a year," I went on. "It's the least I can do." "But it's such short notice. I don't know," Tina said with a little giggle. She paused for a moment looking first at Lois then at me. Suddenly she made her mind up and smiled. "Sure. Why not?" "All right," Lois said clapping her hands together. "Gee," Tina said, looking perhaps surprised. "Gee, what?" I asked. "Gee, I didn't think that consultants were allowed to date their clients," Tina replied. "We're not. But I work for your boss and she is definitely not my type." "Well, okay then," Tina answered. "How about I can pick you up about six thirty?" "Okay," she replied. Then a sly little smile crossed her face. "Now I can wear that cute little black dress I just bought." I could only smile at the thought of seeing her in the lovely little black dress again. It's a long story of how we got to this point so let me explain. You see I'm a hired gun; a business consultant brought in to help comapnies out of a jam. As part of a medical review group for a major insurance organization they had to meet some new government reporting requirements and had no idea where to turn. I had spent a couple of months helping them revamp their computer system. Little had I known when the account executive brought me in that I'd be working as the only male in a group of about thirty women, nurses at that. Although the thought was quite appealing at first, the very professional all-business atmosphere kept the assignment from resembling fun and games. I was a bit disappointed since we all have had fantasies about doctors or nurses and the business office setting removed much of the luster; there were no white uniforms or gaping hospital gowns nor any helpless patients at the whim of the medical staff. I remembered the first day when their manager had gathered the staff together to introduce me and ask them for their complete cooperation. "What sort of cooperation?" Tina had asked with a sly smile, looking me up and down. "He'll be wanting to look at our computer system, how we enter, access, and retrieve data, make-up special reports," Christine had said. "That sort of thing." "Oh," Tina replied. "Can he do me first?" As the other nurses giggled and tittered, I noted the nameplate sitting on her desk, Tina Valerio. She was younger than the rest, perhaps in her twenties whereas the rest were probably in the thirty-five and up club. She had thick shoulder length black hair that she wore with long bangs that fell down into her eyes. Her eyeglasses were large and unstylish and the rest of her seemed swallowed up by an oversized business suit. "Well, I always like to save the best for last," I quipped with a polite smile. "But in this case I may have to make an exception." There were more giggles and chuckles and the gal next to Tina gave her a little tap on the shoulder. I couldn't help but notice the growing blush in her cheeks. I laughed along but took note of their reactions, an important part of the job when consulting. I was given a desk next door to the manager and settled in to start my review. The department had recently been consolidated and the nurses were shuffling around to new desk assignments. "I've always wanted a window seat," remarked one of the older nurses who had moved next to a bank of windows. "And now I've got one!" "Actually, I like the view from my seat just fine," said Tina as she plopped down into her new seat. I looked over from my new desk and could see her swiveling back and forth in her chair, directly in my line of sight, with a cute smile on her face. When I glanced over later on, I caught a glimpse of Tina bending over to unpack the last of her stuff and couldn't help but notice the curves hidden in the drape of her slacks. Without her jacket, I could see the nice round curves of her breasts. When she stood back up, she noticed my admiring gaze and combed her hand through her dark hair, pulling it back from her face. Even behind the protection of her eyeglasses and despite the flush of her cheeks, there was a glimmer of beauty in her face. She had a slender frame with narrow shoulders and waist but a delightful curving flare to her hips. Why was she hiding herself from the world, I asked myself. We smiled awkwardly and went on silently with what we were doing. The next morning, I was unpacking my survival kit, a box of stuff that I took from job to job, including accessories for my laptop, some office supplies, and a picture of my kids. I had just set it down on my desk when a cheerful voice called out to me. "Excuse me, Greg," said Tina, who was standing at the doorway to my new cube. "Chris said you wanted to meet with me this morning." "Ah, yeah," I replied. "Anytime you're ready. I reviewed the manual yesterday, but would really like to see how it really gets done." "Well, that book is a joke, really," she laughed stepping into my cube. "There's a lot we do that isn't in there. They've added some shortcuts and other things that are documented." "Great," I said, watching as she picked up the picture. She was dressed in a bulky dark business suit. She was much shorter than I and seemed to be hiding behind her dark hair and eyeglasses. "Are these your kids?" she asked looking at the picture closely. "Yeah, my inspiration," I remarked, pulling out an old souvenir coffee mug from Jamaica. "They're what keeps me going." "Cute kids," she commented, setting the picture back down carefully. "Is there a Mrs. Greg?" "There was," I admitted. "We divorced a couple of years ago." "I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "It seems these days that people just give up instead of trying to work out their problems." "If it makes any difference, it wasn't my idea," I confessed, stuffing a bag of laptop accessories into an open drawer. "She said she needed to find her space, whatever that means. It's funny that you think you know someone, but then when the chips are down you really don't them at all." As Tina stood beside me, I tried to look her over and gauge her reaction. She seemed to be doing the same with me, peering up at me through her glasses with her dark eyes. I could certainly see the Mediterranean heritage in her face, but there was something else, maybe Latin. She was difficult to type; the needle on the looks meter kept moving. As I sized her up, it seemed funny to me as I thought about how we must have looked, both of us in our professional business suits, checking each other out. The look she was returning felt a bit uncomfortable. I'm sure she could see that I was older, perhaps much older than she, but what did she really see, what was she really looking at? We spent the rest of the morning reviewing their procedures. She sat at the terminal and began showing me the basic procedures, pointing out the things that hadn't been documented. As she worked the keys, I noticed how small and delicate her hands were, with slim fingers each topped with long dark polished nails. I also noticed that her cheeks were flushed. Sure, I could say it was the excitement of working with me, but there was something else. What was it about her that I couldn't put my hand on? Was that an undercurrent of feeling beneath the crisp business suit and eyeglasses, or was I reading something into the situation? At one point, when she had a problem demonstrating a particular procedure, she paused and banged her palms on the keyboard. "Dammit!" she said in a voice far removed from her normal polite professional manner. "This is just one of the problems we have!" She pulled off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Then she looked at me and our eyes met again, this time without the protection of her eyeglasses. Her eyes were beautiful, like large dark pools that were inviting me to take a swim. I could begin to see the layers of emotion that were running deep within her. She reached up to brush her black hair from her eyes; her cheeks were still flushed a bit. She slid her glasses back on. "Well, good!" I said. "These are the kinds of things that I need to see to get a good feel for what needs to get done." Later on, when we paused so she could take a break with her friend Lois, I was left in my cube with a warm, jittery, nervous feeling inside. My palms were sweaty and I fidgeted with a pencil. Maybe it was just the excitement of starting on a new assignment. Even though I had been consulting for a few years, there was always some apprehension each time I started at a new place so I shoved it to the back of my mind. The following week proved to be the most interesting of my assignment. I was able to make some progress in laying out the code for the new program; my close proximity to the nurses gave me great insight into their personalities. On more than one occasion, I thought to myself that they surely must know that I could hear most of what they were saying. Even though I was in my cube, their voices would easily carry over the partition. Maybe they wanted me to hear, but then, maybe I didn't want to hear. One was having marital problems and was constantly on the phone with her renegade husband. Another was conducting business for her part-time job while at work. And when Tina and Lois talked during a break, I could have sworn that it was as much for my entertainment. Although I was never one to try and eavesdrop, I couldn't help but pick up details of Tina's life. She was still single, had just moved into her own place, and was a kidney disease specialist. She had tired of the long hours of regular nursing and was happy to be putting her knowledge and experience to use without the downside. She had a pack of friends that she hung out with, but they were all getting married and she was the last single one. With her younger sister's wedding coming up later in the year, she was beginning to worry that she might never make that big trip down the aisle. Although I tried to conceal the fact that I could hear everything they talked about, I finally couldn't help it. One afternoon, Tina sighed and got up from her desk to walk over toward the windows. "The elastic in these slacks is so old, I can't feel it," she sighed. "It feels like I don't have anything on at all." Without a second thought about blowing my cover, I rolled my chair over and leaned out around the corner. "Oh, really?" I cracked impulsively. "I think I'd better look into that!" Surprised by me comment, Tina turned and put her hands on her hips. The others who heard began to snicker and chuckle. Tina's cheeks were flushed again and she looked about as if ready to say something. Lois winked in my direction and I just shrugged my shoulders and pushed my chair back to work. A week or two later, I had gotten out of a meeting and was heading off to a late lunch when I literally ran into Tina as she was coming out of the ladies room. "Sorry," I said as I reached out my hand for her to help keep her balance. She grabbed my arm tightly as she regained her balance. "So where are you off to?" she asked. "Lunch actually," I said. "Meeting ran late." "I haven't gone yet either," she said. "Would you care to join me?" I asked out of the blue. "I don't know," she remarked, looking around for an anxious moment or two. "Sure. Why not?" We hustled through the warm spring rain and found a nice table over at the Golden Fleece in nearby Greektown. Just after ordering, Tina let out a big yawn. "I'm sorry," she said meekly. "I'm just really tired today." "Well it's that swinging single lifestyle that you lead," I said. "Don't I wish," she replied. "That's just my problem. I don't have a lifestyle. I don't have a life." "Come on, everybody does," I spoke, trying to be supportive. "Sure, I live and breathe, but I just never seem to have nay fun, she sighed. "All my girl friends have a life, they have boyfriends and husbands and they go out and party and have a good time. And I'm always the one they confess to, who gives them a ride home when things don't work out." "Don't you date?" "Not much, lately." "You're a nice looking woman," I said. "I don't understand why some smart fellow hasn't snatched you up by now." "You think I'm good looking?" she asked. "Sure, you're an attractive woman." "Spare me, Greg," she said with a weary voice. "I know what I see when I look in the mirror. I'm short and dark and dumpy. Men want tall, blonde women with big boobs. I'm the type who just seems to disappear in the crowd." "Whoa, right there" I said. "You are certainly not dumpy and unattractive. There may be some things you could do to make yourself more appealing." "So what?" she said. "I should dress like a slut, like those girls in accounting the guys are always drooling over?" "No, but I think you might want to try a more stylish look," I suggested. "Like with the glasses and hairstyle. You have those big beautiful dark eyes and you hide them behind the glasses and the bangs." "But I'm blind without them," she said fingering the frames. "Have you tried contacts? Or maybe a different hairstyle that shows off your pretty face?" "I'm not pretty," she said looking down and away. "Here," I said, reaching over and pulling her glasses from her nose. I brushed her bangs back and tucked her hair behind an ear. "There, now I can see what nice features you have. Here, look over there." The wall next to where we were seated was lined by a series of mirrors. When she turned her head, she could see what I had and she smiled faintly. I took my hands away and she ran her hands up through her hair, holding it back from her face. "See the nice round cheeks, the full red lips, the nice sculpted forehead? You are a very pretty woman, Tina." "You seem to look at things differently, Greg," she said, looking back to me. "I've always had a hard time looking on the bright side." "I've had to learn how to do it," I remarked. "It's often a part of my job as a consultant, to see what's there and come up with a plan for making it better. Sometimes I'm standing in the middle of a shitty mess and it's hard to look around and see the way out. But there always is a way, and as for you, the way seems obvious to me." "Which is?" "I don't exactly know for sure, but it seems like you're hiding from something. You dress in oversized clothes, you hide behind the glasses and hairdo. It's like yiou're all bound up and need to cut loose. Maybe a shopping trip with an old friend or a makeover at a nice salon," I suggested. Although she looked sort of grim at first, I could see a glimmer of hope begin to flicker in her eyes as I spoke. "You must be making good money here. Why not do something nice for yourself, to make yourself feel better and look better?" "Could y7ou help me out?" "Help you with what?" "My makeover. You know, consult with me on making myself more attractive to men." "I thought that's what girlfriends are for." "I feel like I need a man's point of view. I never had a brother or a close male friend and to be honest, I don't really know what men like. Well, besides the obvious." "Tina, I'm a business consultant. Cosmetic makeovers aren't on my resume." "I know this sounds crazy," she said looking at me very intently. "But you seem different than most men I've meet. You're always so well dressed, so mature and masculine. I thought maybe you could help me, you know, from a man's perspective." I wasn't totally surprised by her compliments, but felt a bit embarrassed. "My specialty is in computer systems, but I guess I could consult on women's fashions. My ex-wife always said I had good taste in clothes. She never had to take anything back, well, except for that little teddy thing I got her toward the end. But that's a whole other story." "I feel like I have to break away and go off in a new direction," she said looking off toward the restaurant counter for a moment. Her eyes took their time drifting back to me. "So will you help me?" "What kind of a heel would I be if I said no? Sure, I'll do it!" And the shopping excursion with Tina was only one of the things I began to think about as I drove over to pick her up at her apartment for her birthday dinner. There were other unrelated bits and pieces that kept flooding back into my mind. How we met; how we got to know each other; little things we had said. Then I remembered Lois' last comment to me before leaving work. "Just don't let her down," Lois had said in a big sister's voice. "She really likes you, Greg." "She does?" I had replied, surprised but pleased by the comment. "Well then, the kid gloves come on tonight," I had said, holding up both hands and waving them. On the way home, I decided to get my old Cadillac convertible out of storage for the event. Even so, it was about a quarter after six when I stopped by Tina's place to pick her up. Knowing I was early, I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. This should be interesting, I thought. We'll just see how this plays out. I couldn't help but whistle a tune as I strolled up the flight of stairs to her apartment. She answered the doorbell quickly and held the door wide open for me. She looked delectable in the little black dress and matching jacket. Her hair was pulled back from her face and held in a French twist with a tasteful rhinestone clip. With just a touch of makeup, she looked ravishing. "I must admit, I'm disappointed," I told her. A panicked look crossed her face and she reached up to pat her hair. "Why? Do I look okay?" she asked, smoothing out the dress and looking down at the dress. Cuttin' Loose "You look beautiful, Tina," I said quickly. "I was just looking forward to waiting while you finished getting dressed. You know, that way I could sneak little peaks of you while you get dressed." "You! You!" she repeated as she tried to analyze my comment, and then just slipped her arm inside mine. "I'm ready. Let's go!" I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as we swept out the door and I escorted her down to my car. She walked so free and easy with a delightful spring in her step. She had come a long way in the weeks since that balmy spring evening when we took our shopping trip. I had followed her as she drove out to one of the large suburban malls. En route I had kept thinking about the challenges of the assignment. Once there, I had let her pick the first store but was surprised when she selected one of those glittery stores with lots of lights and flashy graphics, where the clothes looked cheap and slutty. "Are you sure this is what you're interested in?" I asked. "You agree I need to change my look, right?" "Yes, but I don't think you want to dress cheaply." She wandered through the store for a few minutes browsing through the racks. She pulled out a couple of outfits, but I guess my look told her to keep moving. We moved on to another store with pretty much the same result. "What about this?" she asked holding up a dark blue outfit. "Let's look at the construction," I said fingering the seams along the shoulder. "This isn't all that well made and the color doesn't compliment you at all." After browsing through another store I suggested we get a bite to eat before continuing. Maybe with a full stomach and a couple of beers, our shopping excursion might go better, and sure enough after dinner, Tina seemed a little looser as we wandered farther along the row of stores. Up ahead of us I saw the perfect shop, called Zwiebach's. The front of the store featured a classic design with touches of dark marble. The display windows featured some elegant evening and business wear. "Let's go in here," I said, taking her arm and pulling her inside. "This place is kind of expensive isn't it?" she protested. "But you'll get what you pay for," I remarked. "And trust me the service is great." The store was spacious and the clothes were well tailored. Even the sportswear was elegant and feminine. An attractive older woman approached, looking us over. "Hello. I'm Therese," she said in a polite cultured voice. "How may I help you?" Tina timidly looked around the store. "Hello, Therese," I said. "This is Tina. She's here is looking for a couple of outfits, perhaps one for work and one for going out. Something more stylish than her current look." "Hmm, let's start over here," Therese said to Tina, taking her by the arm. "I'd like to see you in better light." She led us to a special section in the back of the store with a private fitting area behind a stand of curtained panels. I had a seat in a plush side chair while the clerk took Tina by the hand and led her over to a set of mirrors. "The first we need to do is determine your coloring," she said, primping at Tina, pulling her hair back from her eyes. "My, but you have such nice skin tone, such a nice glowing olive color. Are you Italian?" "My father is," Tina replied. "My mother is Hispanic." "Oh, that makes for a very exotic combination, dear. And your bone structure is very classical. But I would recommend that you change your hairstyle to show off your pretty face." Tina blushed while Therese walked over to a nearby rack and pulled out a couple of skirted suits in colors other than the drab colors she normally wore. One was purple, a dramatic departure from what I was used to seeing on her, and the other was a rich maroon. "Here!" Therese said, holding one of them up to Tina. "I just want to see how the colors match up with you. Oh, yes, my dear. You're one of those lucky women who can wear exotic colors and get away with it. Let's see if I can find something in your size. I'll be right back." Tina looked about helplessly, with just a trace of fear in her expression. "So what do you think?" I asked. "I don't know," she remarked in a shaky voice. "I've never been in here before." "They'll take good care of you. Don't worry." "Here," said Therese as she brought a couple of suits over. "Let's try this on." They disappeared behind the curtained panels and I could see Therese set the old jacket and skirt off to the side followed by the stiff cotton blouse. I could hear them talking in quiet tones and was quite surprised by the next sight that greeted my eyes. Tina timidly stepped out from behind the curtains, smoothing the jacket out along her waist. She looked gorgeous. The jacket was slightly padded in the shoulders but trim at the waist. The skirt was shorter and showed off her legs which made them look longer. Tina nervously tried to hold the jacket lapels closer together, since without wearing a blouse, a lovely triangle of her flesh below the neck was showing. A little flash of the white lace of her bra showed as well. "So what do you think?" asked Therese. "That looks very nice," I remarked, but I'm sure the look on my face told the complete story. "Here, dear," said the clerk brushing Tina's hand away from the jacket. "Please stand still and straight." The clerk straightened the jacket and pulled it into place, which again revealed the lovely stretch of flesh below Tina's neck and a fleeting glimpse of her bra. Therese also pulled off her glasses and had her tilt her head up slightly. "Look up dear," she said. "You look great," I said as Tina looked over at me nervously. "I feel kind of funny," Tina said, placing her hand on her chest. "Like I'm naked or something. Shouldn't I being wearing a blouse with this?" "This is a great look for you, dear," said Therese. "Very sleek and modern, subtly sexy, and yet professional. What do you think, sir?" "I like it very much," I said. "She was looking to make a change and this does very well." "But I feel funny," Tina complained. "My underwear shows." "Of course, you'll need a lingerie ensemble that matches in color and style," Therese said with an elegant smile. "Although, these days, that little flash of matching lace is considered stylish. Let's see, you're probably what, a 34B or so?" "Yes," said Tina with her cheeks now fully flushed with embarrassment. "What do you think, Greg?" Tina asked me as Therese went over to a rack of lingerie. "You look great," I remarked. "This isn't too revealing, is it?" "You look great!" Therese returned with an armload of lingerie that matched the outfits she had selected and they disappeared again behind the curtain for several minutes. Therese emerged for a moment to fetch a pair of heels. Finally Tina emerged wearing the maroon suit, similar in cut to the previous one. It fit just as well, and she looked fabulous. I figured that she had changed into the matching lingerie as well and the whole package just came together. Her breasts looked fuller, her waist trimmer, and as she turned around, her butt looked fantastic. There was a little slit up the back of her skirt that further showed off her legs. Tina eyed herself in the bank of mirrors as she turned first one way then the other. Then she laughed out loud. "I feel so strange," she blurted out. "I mean in a sexy kind of way." She stepped over closer to me and leaned up to my ear and whispered in a cute little girl voice, "I'm wearing thong panties and these are real stockings." "Very nice," I remarked taking in the sight as she slowly spun around. "That is a very nice color on you. Very dramatic. You look beautiful, Tina." "So what do you think, sir?" Therese asked. "It's not often that the jacket fits so well right off the rack without alterations." "I never thought I'd wear something like this," she said showing off a pretty smile and toying with the buttons on the jacket. "I mean look how sexy this is!" She flicked her fingers at the buttons and held open the jacket to show off the little maroon bra that so seductively cupped her breasts and pushed them upward. I smiled and nodded to acknowledge how great she looked, the round curves of her breasts jiggling upward from the cups of the tiny brassiere. With a sensuous smile, she closed the up jacket. Therese brought over a new line of dresses that they had just received and Tina tried one on in a royal blue with gold trim. I wasn't sure about the color until I saw her step out for a look in the mirrors. With a pair of black heels and the sheer black stockings she looked terrific. "What do you think?" she asked, giving me a little twirl before she picked up the same dress in a light green. "This or the green?" "That one," I said. "I thought so," she replied with a big smile. By then Therese had brought over a couple of black cocktail dresses to show her. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," Tina replied, looking them over thoroughly. "They look sort of skimpy." "Try this one on," Therese said, holding one out from the hanger. "I think you'll like it!" Tina did and she looked marvelous. With the thinnest of shoulder straps, it was cut low in the back, low enough that she wouldn't be able to wear a bra. That made her a bit self-conscious as she stepped out from behind the curtained dividers. She kept pulling at the front of the dress as if to make it billow out from her breasts, but to no avail. When she stood up straight it fit the trim curves of her breasts wonderfully. The dress came with a little jacket that Therese helped her slip into. Although it covered up her bare shoulders and back, it only served to accentuate the low cut neckline. "This isn't too revealing?" she asked me. I shook my head since she looked so great. "I'll take it," she announced to Therese. Then she turned to me with a sexy little smile, "But I won't need any special underwear with this." "Will there be anything else?" Therese asked her. "Well, yes," she said in a near whisper as her cheeks began to blush. "I do some more undies." I took a seat again as the two ladies stepped over to the racks of lingerie and began picking out some ensembles. I could hear them talking but not what they were saying. At one point I heard Therese say something and Tina laughed out loud, then covered her mouth before shooting me a look and looking down with her cheeks quite flushed. "Make sure they fit, dear," Therese said when they returned. Tina disappeared for several minutes, apparently checking the fit. I nearly fell off the chair when she stepped out from behind the dividers wearing one of the sexiest outfits I had ever seen. I didn't think that checking the fit meant putting on a show for me, but who was I to complain. The outfit was made from sheer black lace and started with a tiny bra and panties with a matching garter belt holding up some sheer lace top stockings. She had set her glasses down somewhere and stepped out with her arms up, holding her hair up and away from her face. I felt my jaw drop and a twinge down below when I saw her. "Wow," was all I could say at first. After I had a moment to recover, I could only smile and say, "You look hot!" Tina let her hair fall back to her shoulders and tilted her head back slightly. She set her hands on her hips and looked me in the eye with a deep sexy look that rivaled what lingerie models wear in their catalogs. Her body was slim with just the right amount of curve in the hips. Her breasts were nearly visible in the small cups of the bra. I could easily see the outline of her dark pubic hair through the sheer lace of the panties. She turned around again to show off the cheeks of her butt framed so sexily by the little thong back. "What do you think, Greg?" she asked. I could only silently nod. "I think he likes it," Therese said in her even, elegant voice. Tina strolled back behind the curtains. I was glad I was sitting down so that my growing hard-on wasn't so noticeable. She re-emerged wearing the royal blue dress. "I think I want to wear this one home," she said. Before leaving the mall, she insisted on treating me to dinner. After the waitress took our orders and brought out our cocktails, Tina slipped her glasses off from her face. "I don't know how to thank you for your support, Greg," she said flipping her hair back. "Just trying to help you come out of your shell a little bit," I said, sipping my bourbon. "You're really a pretty young woman who maybe just needed a little confidence boost. Therese had a lot to do with it too." "Maybe," she said, sipping from her vodka Martini. "You know it was her idea that I model that little outfit for you. You know, she thought you were my sugar daddy." We both laughed. "I still have it on, you know. It certainly did make me feel good about myself when I saw your jaw fall open. I felt so free and sexy seeing you gape at me. But it's a little scary too. I always felt safe, but now, when I hear what men can say, it'll be frightening." "I know. Some men are uncivilized jerks. I've always thought that it was one thing to give a woman a compliment and quite another to threaten her. You know what I mean? The 'You look great in that outfit!' versus the 'Hey, Baby! Wanna fuck?' sort of thing." "It's not just that," she went on. "I don't want to send out the wrong signals. I'm not a slut. I'm not cheap. I don't want to screw on the first date. Well, unless it's absolutely the right guy." "You're a smart girl, Tina. Just keep being you. Be careful, don't be afraid to do what you think is right." Tina looked over at me with her big dark eyes unencumbered by her glasses. They truly did look like deep dark pools of emotion and I was being drawn toward them. What a place to take a midnight swim, I thought to myself. "I feel really safe with you, Greg. It's like you're not just some guy after me, but a friend, too." "Well, despite what you've heard it is possible for men and women to be friends," I said, leaning forward in my chair and setting my elbows on the table. "But you do have to keep in mind, that no matter how good they are at being friends, theirs will always that threat that they might get involved." "So what about you, Greg? Do you see that threat with us?" "Absolutely," I said looking at her directly. "It's always there. You're a lovely young woman who's just realizing how beautiful she can be, and I'm just an older divorced man who's a fool for beauty." Tina simply looked back at me silently. There seemed to be a question in her eyes and a smile on her lips. I've never been able to project much of a poker face and was sure that she could see right through it even if I had. Maybe she could see the feelings that were beginning to develop inside me; maybe she could see just an older guy, slowly losing his hair, trying to hang onto the last vestiges of his youth. Fortunately, before I went ahead and said something totally ridiculous, the waitress brought our orders and we attended to our meals. As we got up to leave, I stepped over to hold her chair for her so she could get up. The skirt of her dress opened up and I was treated to a juicy glimpse of her slender legs and stockings. "Oh, my," I said in surprise. When she realized the cause of my comment, her hand fell instinctively to her lap to pull the dress together as she rose up from the chair. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to this," she said with a fresh blush filling her cheeks. "Well, I could," I laughed as she took my arm as we walked from the restaurant. Anyone could see the difference in Tina's step as we strolled out through the parking lot. It had stopped raining, the spring night air was balmy, and she practically danced toward her car. "Why do I keep hearing the song "I Feel Pretty" as we walk along?" I asked. "And you've been really nice about it all," she said. "Not many men would have been willing to go shopping like this, and been so helpful at the same time. I trust you and am grateful for your help." "I told you that you were a beautiful woman, Tina," I said as we stepped up to her car. "Before you said attractive, and now I'm beautiful?" "Yes, because you are and now you believe it." "Thank you, Greg," she smiled broadly. "My good friend, Greg!" Over the next weeks, everyone could see the changes coming over Tina. Piece by piece she began to show off her new wardrobe. Gone were the bulky full cut suits and the big eyeglasses to be replaced by the breezier, sexy suits, dresses, and of course a set of contact lenses. Each morning was an adventure seeing what she'd wear. She had even begun dating couple of guys who had picked up on the makeover. I was glad to see her cut loose and explore a new, exciting lifestyle. And now here we were, motoring out through the warm spring evening air, ready to celebrate her birthday. As we turned out onto the main street, she settled back into the soft leather seat of my old Cadillac. "This is nice," she remarked running her hand over the fresh leather. "You said you had some old cars, but this feels new." "I restored it last year and couldn't resist taking it out tonight, being such a special occasion and all." "Where are we headed, or is that a surprise?" she asked anxiously. "No surprises," I said. "I couldn't get an early reservation at Kiernan's so I thought we could stop by Miller's Bar for a drink." "Okay," she said. Miller's Bar is a loud boisterous place on a Friday evening. Although it serves up legendary hamburgers, a group of friends and I often stop by in the early evenings for drinks before heading out elsewhere. Tonight was no exception. There were several familiar faces crowed together up at the bar. "Hey, Greg Boy!" called out my buddy Glenn. "How's it going?" asked my older buddy Johnny. I shook hands and slapped backs with them and a couple other friends. Jack Wilson had a date in tow, a lovely tall girl I remembered as Nikki. Robby Scott had his lovely wife Brooke along. "Hey, everybody" I announced, as a bourbon and water was pressed into my hand. "I'd like you all to meet Tina. We're heading out to celebrate her birthday tonight, so I want you to be on your best behavior." Tina was greeted by a collection of warm 'Helloes' and 'How are you's.' I introduced the group individually and she smiled as the introductions were passed around. I could tell by the appreciative nods and looks, that she had certainly passed their impromptu inspection. Jack and Robby and their ladies were headed off to the baseball game while the others had stopped on the way home from work. One of the girls handed Tina a glass of blush wine. After an off-key rendition of 'Happy Birthday', we settled into some excited chatter catching up on what everyone had been up to. Although, quiet and reserved at first, by the time her second glass of wine arrived, Tina was joining in and adding to the conversation freely. Unfortunately, I glanced at my watch and knew we had to leave soon. "Hey, guys we're out of here!" I shouted above the din. "Happy Birthday," some of them called out. "Thanks," Tina said modestly as we ducked back outside. "I like your friends," she said as we motored out onto Michigan Avenue. "They seem really nice, but I couldn't help thinking about something." "What's that?" "What was that all about? Were you trying to show me off or something?" I snuck a look over at her before answering. There was concern on her face, but the look wasn't too severe. "I thought it'd bee a nice place to start," I said looking back to the road. "Okay, so it is a hangout for some of my old friends, and maybe in a way, I wanted to show you off, but I hope it didn't bother you." Cuttin' Loose "No, not at all," she said, looking back toward the avenue. "The way they were looking at me, I felt so desirable. So did I pass inspection?" "With flying colors!" Within mere minutes we pulled up to Kiernan's and I handed the keys to the valet. Tina seemed impressed as one of the others opened and held the door for her. Our table was ready for us right away and we were ushered inside. We were shown to the best table in the house, a semi-circular booth actually, where you could see the door, yet still have some privacy. It was an older place where you could breathe the classy atmosphere. Tasteful appointments were everywhere, yet it was comfortable enough for families with kids. "You know I've driven past this place a hundred times and never been in here to eat," she said, looking around the dining room. "It's been one of my favorites for special occasions. I hope you like it." "I don't know what to order. It all looks so good." "What do you like, seafood, beef, veal?" I asked. "I do like seafood." "I suggest the scampi. It's outstanding." "Thanks for all you've done for me lately," she said as she stirred her Martini. "The girls at work have all noticed, well, for obvious reasons." "They're not blind," I remarked. "I'm sure that the rumor mill is bustling with all sorts of juicy stuff." "Not like you might think. They are wondering about me and what I'm up to, but they haven't quite figured out how you fit in." "My secret's safe!" I joked. "But really, I've only tried to be the friend that you need right now." "And I'm so grateful that you've been here. My life was headed nowhere fast. It felt like I had hit every brick wall there was. And now, I feel like everything is just opening up for me, just beginning. I guess, maybe all I needed was a little push from behind, something to get me off dead center." "Well, here's to timely kicks in the ass!" I toasted. "Hear! Hear!" she said with a gorgeous laugh, a full throaty laugh that sent shimmers of emotion rippling through her. Tina slipped the little jacket off her shoulders and leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her martini glass swinging back and forth while clasped in her hands. With a quick look around the room, I could see that several people had noticed us, well probably her first of all. There were a couple of older guys, perhaps my age or older who looked longingly at this beautiful young flower, glowing in the romantically dim light. There were a couple of older ladies looking on with mixed emotions, as if perhaps a couple decades ago or more it might have been them seated at the best table, sipping cocktails, with a wonderful evening and great plans lying in wait. There were some young couples with children who looked on as if remembering the few years ago, before the kids came along, that they were the enviable couple sending up toasts. As I looked into Tina's big dark eyes, twinkling in the candle lit flame, I realized that we were indeed the center of attention, the envied ones who drew the longing stares, the loving looks of remembrance, the fleeting glances of envy. I loved being here with her and couldn't imagine any other place I'd rather be. Sure, my marriage had started off well enough, but what a disastrous end! Seeing my kids only a couple weekends a month and dealing with the snotty comments and worse tore at my heart. But for these precious moments, none of that mattered. There was this beautiful young woman beside me, blossoming before my eyes, and to have become a part of her life sent a sense of excitement coursing through me that I had never known. "So what are you thinking?" she asked, drawing me from my reverie. "I don't think you want to know," I replied. She tilted her head to the side and gave me a slow, sensuous smile that made my heart and stiff resolve melt. "I want to know everything about you, Greg. What's gone right in your life and what's gone wrong, where you've been, and where you want to go. I want to know so much more." "You know, this is your night, Tina," I began. I had never felt comfortable talking about myself and didn't want to start tonight. "I'm sure that there are better things to talk about than my pathetic life." "But don't you want to," she began, only to be interrupted by the waitress bringing our order of oysters Rockefeller. "Umm, these smell good," she commented delightfully. "How do you eat them?" "You can scoop them off the shell. Some people have trouble with the texture, but they're quite tasty." "Umm, they're good!" she said as the first one disappeared. As she ate, a strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder and she quickly slipped it back up, giving me a little glance that revealed a touch of embarrassment. "Jack Wilson turned me on to them. We used to joke about how some cultures consider oysters an aphrodisiac. We even tried conducting research to test the theory," I said with a smile. "Well, you realize that you don't need oysters, Greg," she said, looking me in the eye with a sweet smile. The appetizer was followed by the house salad and later our entrees. For some reason, the heavy talk over cocktails simmered down to bits and pieces about dinner and the restaurant's gracious ambience. When dinner was over, she protested the waitress's offer of dessert, but I prevailed on her to split a piece of their trademark cheesecake. "This is sooo good!" she cooed after the first bite. "I've had some good cheesecake, but this is great!" When the waitress stopped by again, I asked her for coffee and a couple glasses with Cointreau. "What's this?" she asked when it was delivered. "Well, you know how smokers have to have that cigarette or cigar following a meal? This is my substitute. Sips of fine liquor chased down by good coffee is the best topping for a memorable meal." She followed my recipe as I settled up with the waitress. "You never answered my question," she said finally. "You asked me a question?" "Yes, about your life, the whos and whats and wheres of your life." I was now very aware of how she had slipped over beside me, her hip rubbing up next to mine, the warmth of her thigh spreading to mine. As she leaned forward onto the table, the drape of her dress was such that all I had to do was look down and I could see the entire curve of her luscious breasts. "Tina, there is plenty of time to learn about that boring stuff. This is your night. Let's do something that you've always wanted to do but have never had the opportunity." She looked down and away. "Oh, I don't know," she began. Then quickly she changed her mind. "Yes, I do. I've always wanted to go dancing at a fancy night club." "Check. Francesco's just down Michigan Avenue." "Then I've always wanted to take a romantic stroll along the Seine." "Hmm, let's see," I said checking my watch. "The Concorde leaves New York at 8 o'clock. If we leave for the airport about midnight, we just might make it!" She leaned back in her chair and laughed a wonderful glorious laugh that shook her shoulders. Maybe the liquor exaggerated it or it may have been my preposterous offer, but whatever the cause, she leaned up against me and placed her hand up to my shoulder and rested her head against me. The scent of her light delicate perfume was more intoxicating than the liquor. The presence of her hand sent ripples through me. "I'll tell you what," I suggested. "Why don't we just start with the dancing part and take it from there?" "Okay," she replied quickly. We made a quick but memorable exit. I helped her slip into the little jacket and we walked hand in hand through the dining room. It felt as if every eye was on us. I felt younger than I had in years, and she must have felt more beautiful than ever and she pressed in excitedly beside me. The short drive to Francesco's took but a few scant minutes and the next thing I knew, her jacket was draped on the chair and we were arm-in-arm on the dance floor twirling about to the luscious strains of a big band. I couldn't believe the glow in her face as we fox trotted about the floor. As my hand rested politely on her bare back, the warmth of her body flowed up through my hand as we danced. After a couple of songs, we took a break and ordered waters with lime (her choice) which I couldn't object to since that and the dancing would cut into the haze that was spinning my mind. "Have I thanked you enough, Greg?" she asked, leaning forward. A strap of her dress and slipped off her shoulder and it took a moment or two for her to realize it and slip it back up. "This has been more fun than I ever expected." "This is a wonderful time," I said slipping my arm around her to pull her close. "You are a terrific companion." "Thanks. That's a great compliment." The band began to play a ballad. They were nearly through the verse before I recognized it as the Gershwin tune "But Not For Me." "Come on, Tina." I said standing and offering my hand. She stood, slipped her hand in mine, lead the way to the crowded dance floor and slipped into my arms again. The leader of the band played a beautiful trumpet solo during the tune and I thought for a few moments that time had been suspended and I didn't want the feeling to end. Somewhere in the world there was pain and suffering, war and hate, and unfortunately, people were fighting and dying, but for these fleeting moments none of that existed. There was just this lovely young woman in my arms, flashing this wonderful smile, pressing the curves of her trim body against me. I pulled her close and she rested her cheek against my shoulder. As the closing strains of the song faded into a lingering echo, I held her close and leaned down to kiss her upturned face. It surprised her but she wasted no time in returning the kiss. Her lips were full and luscious and wet and I could not remember a finer kiss. As we reached our table, she paused for a moment. "Can we leave now, Greg?" she asked. I nodded and we headed out into the lovely spring air. "Where to?" I asked as I flipped the levers by the windshield and pulled the handle to put the convertible top down, "Dreamland," she said with a faint voice. "Ready to call it a night then?" I asked. "Oh, no," she protested. "Not yet. I don't want to go home yet. In fact, I don't want this night to end." "Well, you said dreamland." "Oh, I was thinking of this little park we used to call dreamland when we were kids." "Let's go," I said. "Where to?" "Oh we can't go there. It's a subdivision now. All built up." "Okay, then how about a walk along the Seine?" "Huh?" "Well I know this place near Rouge Park I think you'll like." It wasn't far away as we slipped through the balmy spring air. Tina nestled in against me resting her head on my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her slender shoulders so that she could slip closer. With just a few clouds above, a few stars could be seen despite the city lights. As I pulled the car up into a small parking area, she looked around quizzically. "Where are we?" she asked. "This looks kind of spooky." "Just wait," I said, parking the car and holding the door open so that she could slip out behind me. I led her along a walk that meandered down along the river. With the half moon above and the glare from the streetlights filtering through, there was plenty of light to see our way along the walkway. "When you said dreamland was a place, for some reason I thought of this place. I think there used to be a dance hall or casino here, but it burned down long ago and this little walk is all that's left. I found it a while back when hunting for mushrooms." As she looked around, the setting became clear: a wandering promenade along the river with a few old park benches and an occasional streetlight. I held her back as we approached a streetlight. She turned to face me and slipped almost automatically into my arms. I cupped her face in my hands and bent down to kiss her again. Her lips were still warm and wet and inviting and hungry for my kiss. She eagerly wrapped her arms about me and pressed up against my body. "I always wanted to do that," I said. "Only in dreamland." "That felt real good, Greg. I mean that felt really good!" "Yeah, it did, didn't it?" We kissed again, more deeply, our tongues finding each other in a sloppy wet passionate kiss. For a moment we stood there leaning up against each other, looking at each other. I gestured toward the nearby park bench and we took a seat. "This is wonderful," she said snuggling up beside me. "I'm glad I thought of it. If we can't have the Seine at least we have the Rouge." It was a poor joke but it mattered not at all to us. "I've had second thoughts about what I was saying earlier," she said. "I don't think I need to know anything else about you." "What do you mean?" "Well, I had this overwhelming curiosity to learn all about you, where you went to school, where you've worked, why your marriage didn't work out; just everything. But now, it doesn't seem like that matters anymore. By the way you act, the things you like, the friends you have, and what you say, it's like I don't need to be in a rush to find out. Maybe as we spend time together there will be time to find things out." "So you want to do this again?" I asked. "Well maybe not this extravagant every night, but just spend time together." "That sounds nice, Tina, knowing that there will be a next time." We kissed again and our arms followed the lead of our lips. Moving from a light embrace to a firm hug our eager hands sought out the sensitive parts of the other for which they had been hungering. My hands found their way along her shoulders easing under her jacket to gently cup her firm round breasts. The errant strap had slid down her shoulder leading one side of her dress to fall away from her supple body. She rubbed my shoulders and chest and let her hands fall down to my lap. Her fingers slipped over and rubbed against my cock that had quickly sprung to attention. Her jacket had slipped off of her shoulders and I reached up to ease the other strap off her shoulder. The top of her little black dress fell to her waist revealing her beautiful round breasts to the moonlit air. Her dark little nipples were erect and very sensitive, sending shivers through her body when I touched them. Her fingers had slipped around my cock buried inside my slacks almost as if seeking to pull it out through the material. "Oh, Greg, I just want you so badly!" she said in a voice hoarse with passion. She opened my fly and reached inside. The warm touch of her hand nearly brought me off the park bench. As her fingers deftly opened my trousers fully and reached my cock to pull it free, I began to kiss my way along her neck and shoulders down to the perfect bare breasts below. In turn, I tenderly sucked each nipple inside my mouth, letting my lips and tongue and teeth play with her responsive tender flesh as she began to stroke my stiff cock. "Maybe we should find a better place," I suggested. "No," she protested. "Let's do this right here!" "A public park? We could get arrested." "Who's gonna see us?" she asked, now becoming the brave one. "There's nobody here!" Her face was ripe with passion and her eyes filled with lust. The undercurrent of feelings that flowed deep within her was surging to the surface She kept stroking my cock and lowered her glistening wet lips down to kiss it. All I could feel was the sweet wet touch of her full lips and tongue as she licked me and timidly took me into her mouth. I let my hands wander all over her shoulders and breasts and back as she bent over me slurping and sucking my cock farther and farther into her mouth. When she needed a good breath, she would ply me with licking little kisses up and down the shaft, swirling her lips around and around the head of my cock, her fingers and hot palms never letting go of me. I brushed her silky black hair with my fingers, riding her head as it slowly moved up and down in my lap. Without missing a stroke with her hands she brought her head up to kiss me on the lips and flicked her tongue at my ear. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she whispered with a sexy flick of her tongue around my ear. "Oh, my God! I'm going to come in your hand if you keep this up." "I want to do something nasty with you," she whispered again. "Come in my mouth, Baby!" She lowered her head and began bobbing up and down more urgently on my fully erect cock. The sight of her pretty head moving up and down, combined with the sexy slurping sucking sounds she made, brought me to a sudden vicious climax. It had usually taken quite a bit of head to make me come, especially if I had taken a few drinks. But this night, alone with Tina in the moonlight, she took me to a new level of excitement that I had never reached before with anyone. "Oh, God! I'm coming!" I blurted out as I felt the cum course up through my cock. My fingernails were embedding themselves into the back of the park bench. She kept sucking and slurping as I shot each load into her hot mouth. "Oh, God!" I grunted with each volley. When I was finished and lay back against the park bench gasping for breath, she raised her head up and smiled broadly, a drop of my cum hanging at the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick it clean. She giggled. You know, I've never done that before," she admitted. "Couldn't tell," I replied. "Now, come on. Let me do it to you!" "I don't know," she spoke softly. "Maybe we should go someplace else to do that." "If you want." She nodded and quickly I had my flaccid cock tucked back into my pants, although the sight of her slipping the straps of her dress back up onto her shoulders made it a bit more difficult. We quickly made it back to the car. As we headed back toward her apartment, her hand slipped over to rest on my lap. In turn, I snaked my fingers between her thighs and slipped them up under the hem of her dress up passt the hem of her stockings. The feel of her soft thighs and her silky panties was driving me crazy. She parted her thighs farther to give me better access. In fact as my fingers infiltrated their way inside the crotch of her panties, she raised her hips and then her legs so that I could tug them down her legs and off. Stuffing them into my jacket pocket I returned my hand to her waiting pussy. She was hot and wet and started taking quick breaths as my fingers lightly grazed the lips of her pussy. We reached her apartment and quickly made it up to the second floor. When she let us inside, she dropped her jacket and purse near the door. I stepped over to a window that provided a nice view of the woods in back and what looked like a little stream. She joined me, her hands slipping my sport jacket from my shoulders and lightly massaging my shoulders. She moved between the window and me and slipped into my arms for a long languid, sensuous kiss that seemed to last all night. "You sure know how to kiss," I said when we finally came up for air. "You have got the most kissable lips I have ever tasted." "Thank you," she said with a wonderful look of pleasure on her face. "It's just one of my specialties." "Specialties?" She laughed wickedly. "Somehow, I didn't think that you would have those sorts of specialties." "Why's that?" she asked, turning around so that her back was against me and she could see out the window. "Chalk it up to wrong first impressions," I said as my arms wrapped around her. "But you seemed to be sort of inexperienced. It was like you knew how to flirt, but were a little naive." "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean," she said. "Just because I don't have a lot of experience, doesn't mean that I don't know what to do. My major in college was physiology." Cuttin' Loose "And you certainly learned your lessons well," I said. My hands moved up her arms to her narrow shoulders. I leaned forward to lightly kiss her neck and let my tongue tease the soft aromatic skin near her ear. She brought her hands up to pull the clasp and pins from her hair so that it fell about her shoulders. When her arms dropped back down, I slipped my thumbs under the straps of her little black dress and eased them down her shoulders, letting the silky material fall to her waist. It took little effort to slip it past her hips so that it fell in a dark pool about her feet. I couldn't wait to run my fingers up and down the svelte curves of her body. No part of her escaped my touch; her breasts, her waist and hips, the cheeks of her sweet little ass, the upper parts of her silky thighs, the downy fur surrounding her pussy whose moist lips begged for my touch. She trembled with excitement as I guided my fingers over her silky smooth skin. When I brought them up to her taut little nipples, she reached up and cupped my hands to her breasts. I could feel her ass twitch as she leaned back against me. "You have got me so turned on, I can't stand it," she cried out. She spun around inside my arms and looked up at me eagerly. I needed no further invitation from her. Dropping to my knees slowly, I let my lips and tongue graze lightly down from her lips to her neck, down between her breasts and along the gentle curve of her belly, stopping when I reached the downy fur of her pussy. I grabbed one of her thighs and lifted it up over my shoulder spreading her sweet pussy and bringing it right up to my face. She couldn't wait and grabbed the back of my head and drew my face into her hot wet sex. Her neatly trimmed pussy carried a wonderful mix of scents, her perfume and body powder, her moist excitement made my tongue go crazy. I buried my face into her and could feel the ripples of excitement radiate out through her body. I licked her pussy from top to bottom, held her lips apart with my fingers and let my tongue dive deeply inside her. Soon I had one, then two fingers up inside her and plastered my lips and tongue on her hooded little clit, drawing it out with gentle nibbles and steady sucking. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried. "Fuck me with your face, Baby!" I kept moving forward into her and ended up pressing her ass up against the windowsill. She raised up her other leg and looped it over my shoulder. "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she cried out, tossing her head back. Between my frantic fingering of her twat and wild tonguing of her clit, a flurry of orgasms seized her. She cried out in ecstasy as she collapsed on top of me. Supporting her tight little ass, I raised her up from my shoulders and set her down in front of me. She dropped down to her knees and sought out my mouth, smeared with the juice of her sex, and kissed me wildly. We fell to the floor and she began to pull at my clothes, hungrily seeking to get me as naked as she was already. My shirt went flying, as did my trousers. But when she got me on my back, she took her time with pulling off my boxer briefs, letting her fingers tease me to a nearly full erection before tugging the waistband down to free my excited cock. She twirled her tongue around her open mouth for added effect. Once my shorts had cleared my feet she set to work on my cock with her luscious wet mouth. This time there was no urgency to reach a climax for I could tell she had other plans. When she had gotten me up to a full erection, she brought her hips up to straddle me and rubbed her wet pussy back and forth over the entire length of my cock several times. She reached down and took hold of me, guiding me into her tight little twat with ease. She leaned forward to rest her hands on my shoulders and began to raise and lower her hips slowly, easing more and more of my cock into her. Soon she was traveling the full length and a big smile creased her face. "Oh, Baby, this is good!" she cooed. "This is what heaven is like, isn't it," I remarked as we began to pick up the pace. She just kept smiling as we fucked. The sensations from her tight little twat working up and down my cock were driving me crazy. My hips began to thrust upward harder and she bounced higher and higher up. I toyed with her tits and teased her nipples to the point that they felt as hard as stone. At one point she found a real sweet stroke and sort of collapsed down on top of me, her breathing going wild. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, Baby!" she cried out as an orgasmic wave swept over her. She sat back up and continued to ride me. As my thrusting picked up, she fell back down on me and I rolled her over onto her back. Sweeping up her legs, I picked up her butt and rose up to a kneeling position, giving my cock a great play on her pussy. Her arms fell back above her head and a glorious look of passion took hold of her face. "Do you like this?" I asked. "Do you like fucking like this with me?" "Oh, yeah!" she replied licking her lips. "I love fucking with you, Greg!" I was able to pick up the pace and began to hump her with more fury. Her legs rose straight up to my shoulders as I pressed forward. Her round little breasts bobbed in rhythm to my thrusting. I picked her ass up and straightened my legs back out. When I leaned forward and put my hands down above her shoulders and her legs still up around my shoulders, I was able to produce a real long stroke in a position almost like a pushup. Although she was sort of rolled up, she wriggled underneath me moving her twat in a steady circular motion. After a few moments like this, she reached another climax and tried to bring her legs back down. I got up on my knees again, and it was almost as if she pivoted about my cock, for without separating, she ended up on all fours, and I was entering her from behind. "Oh, Baby!" she called out. "I love fucking like this!" "God, you have a sweet pussy," I said. "I just love it!" The cheeks of her ass smacked back upon my belly, and as we continued to fuck doggy style, we inched across the floor and soon ended up near the couch. I grabbed her hips and continued my thrusts deep within her wet willing pussy. She began to rise up to a kneeling position, supporting herself on the couch and it seemed to tighten her pussy even further. My hands reached around to grab and hold her tightly against me as we played our passions out. "Oh, Greg! Fuck me harder! Make me come again!" she cried out, as I tried to use every inch of my stiff cock on her pussy. I felt her body shudder and shake again. She suddenly reached back and grabbed my ass as if trying to freeze me in position. "I need to get my breath, Baby," she said. "You are fucking the breath right out of me! I love it!" We slipped up onto the couch and she lay on top of me. Her fingers sought out and caressed my cock, still hard and sticky. "Well, I guess you aren't the virgin I had thought you to be," I confessed. "Is that a problem?" she asked. "Not at all," I replied. "I'm pleasantly surprised, especially since you really know how to fuck." "It's not like I've had a lot of experience," she said, her fingers still working on me. "It's just really knowing simple biology. Guess I've had a lot more time to read up on it than most people. But getting to put it to use with a great partner like you is the best!" "Just giving back what you give me," I said, placing a light little kiss on her cheek. "I guess this changes everything now." "Why?" "Well, each time I glance out from my cube, I'll certainly be looking at you differently." "Why, cause I won't be wearing panties from time to time?" "Smart ass! I mean it will be hard to keep things a secret. Lois or Christine or someone will be sure to catch on." "And so what?" she said. "It's none of their business anyway." "It will hamper your little talks with Lois. You know I can hear everything you talk about." "Good. I was hoping you could," she said. "Why else would I go out on dates that I didn't really want to, if only to tease you and get you worked up enough to ask me out?" "You little fox," I said tweaking her chin. We kissed lightly, then again with more feeling. Soon we were wrapped in a firm embrace, our lips and tongues battling for position sending shivers of sensation through us both. She mounted me again and rocked back and forth we ended up in a missionary position and the wriggle of her body below me quickly brought me to the brink. She wrapped her legs and arms up around me. "Oh, yeah!" she breathed again and again. "Oh, Baby! I'm ready!" I cried out. "Oh, yeah! Oh, Baby! Come in me!" I fell on top of her and clutched at her shoulders, pulling her little body down as I emptied load after load deep inside her. My body trembled as I felt the tensions release inside me. It was a sensation that I had never felt before. "Oh, man!" I whispered trying to catch my breath. "Oh, man, oh, man!" "Jeez, I could feel that inside me," she giggled. We lay on the couch for a while passing little compliments back and forth. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "It's about time!" I joked. "Normally you offer your guests a drink first." "I thought there was maybe something else you were more interested in," she remarked, getting up from the couch. With her hand brushing the tangles from her hair she walked toward the kitchen. She was still wearing her stockings and heels, which made quite a sight. I got up from the couch to join her. She had set up a couple of wine glasses and was pouring from a bottle of rose. I stepped up behind her and snuggled in close, reaching around to cup her firm little tits. "Why do guys always do that?" she asked, bothered by the distraction. "I don't know. Maybe it's just catching you at a time when you can least defend yourself." She set the bottle down and took a sip from one glass. I reached of the other and did the same. The warmth of her body and the sweet curve of her ass were giving my cock some more ideas. She pushed back and rubbed her butt up against me. I grabbed my semi-rigid cock and began to rub it up and down the crack of her ass. When she pushed back, it slipped down and rubbed against her pussy. "So I suppose you want to go back and fuck me some more?" she said with a sexy little laugh. "No, I want to fuck you right here and now," I said, rubbing the eager head of my cock on the folds of her pussy. Tina bent forward and set her elbows on the countertop. Spreading her legs apart, she gave me clear shot inside her pussy. She gasped when I shoved myself inside full length on the first push. With just a couple of strokes, I was fully erect and she was calling out my name. "Greg! Fuck me, Greg!" she cried. "Fuck me harder!" I grabbed her hips and thrust as deeply and as hard as I could. When she fell forward mashing her firm tits against the countertop, my cock popped out of her and poked at her puckered little anus. I paused for a moment with the head fully seated at the doorway to her ass. "Oh, my God!" she cried. "You're going to fuck my ass!" "Not if you don't want me too," I said catching my breath as my slick cock slipped back and forth in the crack of her ass. "That was kind of a mistake." "That's okay," she said breathlessly. "I've always wondered what it's like." "I was enjoying your pussy just the way it was," I said letting the head of my cock rub through the folds of her wet pussy. "You can try if you want," she said. "There's a first time for everything." "Are you sure?" I asked. She reached down between her legs, grabbed my cock, and shoved it back up toward her ass. "Take my ass, Greg! Fuck my asshole!" "What?" I asked, playfully. "What was that?" "I want you to fuck me up the ass, Godammit!" she cried out loudly. So with her beautiful trim body bent over onto the kitchen countertop, she pressed her ass back toward me. I wiped some more of her pussy juice with the head and added a touch of saliva and pushed the head against her anus. She pulled forward for a moment and then thrust backward taking the head of my cock inside. "Oh, my God!" she cried out. "I want this!" I slowly and gently eased the head in and out, and with each stroke, was able to get more inside her tight ass. It wasn't hard to tell from her reaction that she wanted to keep going given the way she pushed her sweet cheeks back onto me. Once I was able to fit fully inside her. I couldn't believe how tight she was, like having her squeeze my cock in her tight little fist. She squirmed and wiggled as my cock moved in and out of her. Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out. "Oh, fucking Jesus!" Even though I had come twice tonight, it didn't take me long to get to the brink again, especially with my dick in her ass. As I buried my last weak shot deep in her butt, I held her tightly, grunting like a pig, my breath coming hard and fast. I felt like I had been cut free from every inhibition that ever held me back. There was nothing I wouldn't do with her, or for her. When first thinking about taking Tina out, I had thought that we'd dine and dance and drink a toast. I'd give her a sweet memorable kiss and head for home. Never had I thought I'd be here with her like this, my body tingling from the delicious mind-blowing round of lovemaking we had just completed. I had never known a woman like her before, the way she made me feel, the thoughts she sent shooting off in my mind. When I pulled my limp cock from inside her, she turned around to kiss me again. "You know," she began with a wicked smile on her face. "I think I've run out of holes for you to fill." "I think I need to lay down before anything else," I said. We grabbed our wineglasses and she led me to her bedroom. Slipping in between the sheets together, we fell into a warm embrace. "So is that going around the world?" she asked, sounding rather innocent. "I think so," I replied. "About as far as I can take you tonight anyway." "Thank you, Greg," she whispered. "Happy Birthday," I replied. The next sound I remember was the faint chirping of birds outside her bedroom window. Tina had slipped out of her stockings and into a silk nightshirt and lay close and warm beside me. The clock beside the bed showed ten o'clock. She began to stir when I turned back toward her. "Good morning, world traveler," I said. "Mmm, good morning, Lover," she replied. "Tell me, was that a dream or was it true?" I asked. "What?" "Last night." "Mmm, I feel so good and tingly all over it must have been true," she cooed, holding me tightly. "That's what I thought," I said softly, pulling her on top of me for a good morning kiss, wondering what new experiences lay in store for both of us.