I reeled off more toilet paper and shoved it into the bra cup. “How in the world did women stuff their titties into these things,” I mumbled to myself.
“I’d say you’re going to need more TP.” I jumped, the roll flew across the floor, leaving a white wake across the shop.
“You startled me.” I retrieved the roll, noticing the car parked at the curb in front of my shop. “Can I help you with anything?”
I often had men come in to ogle the vintage lingerie, unique to today’s undies. It was more, dare I say, titillating. Teasing. Lingerie from back then left a little mystery and I found many men preferred it. I’m sure many a man’s fantasy came to life in my shop.
“My wife is at a meeting down the street and I thought I’d check out the town.”
Typical for Florida, the day was warming up and it was time to close the door and fire up the air conditioning. I had noticed the perfectly coiffed woman step out of the silver blue Bentley. Coiffure. It’s such an old unused word, but sometimes it’s just fitting. Queen Elizabeth has a coiffure, and so did his wife, but hers was blonde over-dyed silver.
“Small town in the center of the state. March rodeo is our claim to fame. Besides the antique shops of course.” My shop was right in the center of the antique shops that lined the block. People came from both coasts for a day of ‘antiquing’. “We have some pretty good restaurants you might want to check out for lunch.” Although Mrs B might have other plans that involved the cocktail crowd, I mused.
I finished stuffing the bullet bra and placed the mannequin in the window. Popular with the sweater girls back in the day, they created quite a projection. A pointy projection most assuredly.
“You enjoy what you do,” he said, eyes skimming my clothing. Although I’d put my long hair up into moon buns, I was all 70s. Low on the hips palazzo pants and a deep scoop midriff top. Of all I think I love the 70s best. It was a time of free spirit and everything was sensual. Clothing was tight, low cut and often flamboyant. As was my pink and orange outfit.
“I do, yes. I’m lucky to make a living at what I love.” Vintage clothing was more lucrative than most people would think. I started out doing online auctions and got a following because I was open minded and understood everyone has different needs. I’ve never been judgmental, live and let live, and my auction following has come along for the ride. Many make side trips on their Florida vacations to come to the shop. For those that wouldn’t be comfortable trying on clothes, I had my upstairs apartment. I understood fetish and interests that weren’t mainstream. I have all ages as my customers really, pin ups, goth girls, role play, mid century modern is hot today as is the cocktail crowd.
“I did,” he said, fingering a vintage cashmere sweater, “But I’m ready to retire and enjoy my life’s labor.”
“They would have worn that over that bullet bra,” I said. We both envisioned that at the same time and cracked up.
The Bentley chirped and Mrs B’s perfect coiffure appeared and disappeared into the car. With apparently no care as to where her husband might be.
“Looks like you’re leaving,” I laughed.
“I’d say! By the way, I’m Ben, and you’re….?”
“Rose,” I replied, and poof he was gone.
“That was one powerful man,” I said to my sister Lily on the phone later that evening.
“Like a weight lifter?”
“Noooooo. Like business powerful.”
“Oh. Is he good looking? How old is he? He’s married?! Wonder if you’ll see him again?”
“Geez Lily. Yes he is good looking. I don’t know… Older. Married yes. Why would I see him again? He was there with his wife on her business.”
“Well crap Roz, I thought maybe you found him,” stressing the word HIM. Her nickname for me because as a kid she had trouble pronouncing my name.
I had Lily on speakerphone while I went through a new lot of clothing for the store. I held up a sky blue 60s sheath dress with matching topper and wondered if Ben would like that. “What am I thinking?!”
“What? About what,” Lily asked. “Ohhhhh wait. You ARE thinking about him aren’t you. He really must have been hot.”
“I’m nearly 30,” I said slipping the dress over my head. “He had to have been late 50s,” I grunted, twisting to pull up the size zipper.
“So?! Like you never see age differences in couples?! May December? DILF daddies I’d like to fuck?”
The full length mirror showed that this could have been custom made for me. They sky blue color perfect with my eyes. “Yes I have noticed, but I’m guessing one of them isn’t married to someone else?!” I said exasperated at the whole subject that was really a non subject. “Hey Lil, wait’ll you see this new sheath with topper I just got in. It’s pretty damn cool!”
“Whatever!” My little sister was married with a baby and thought I should be at least as far along in life as her. In her opinion I was lagging.
“Ben isn’t datable, Lily. Don’t you get it. He’s married! He was a customer! Beginning and end of story,” I said in an end of story voice while I stashed that dress in my own closet.
Our local business owners breakfast was that following week. It was spring and many of the areas seasonal visitors were heading back to the northern states. The dollars were less, but it was always fun having the locals come back. Many of them stayed home during season because of traffic and crowds. We were less affected here in our little town because most of the seasonals lived in nearby cities and would make us a day trip. That worked well for everyone concerned.
Trying to balance my coffee, paperwork and get the door open, I saw ‘the coif’ in the window reflection. I hadn’t noticed the Bentley so he must not be with her this time, I thought, sighing. Oh well. There was still had time to freshen up before I flipped to the open sign. I left my coffee in the shop and ran up the back stairs. I loved having my home above the shop.
Women in the old days were smaller than today’s women, so some of the vintage clothes were not perfect for today’s woman. Fortunately my five foot three inch frame was petite. Mostly. Though far from well endowed my bust was often a tight fit. This sundress squeezed a lot of deep breast valley in the strapless top. The full skirt with petticoats kept my excess cleavage to a demure level. Suitable for a business owner. Candy pink lips, a bit of blush and tiny red wedge sandals completed my look for the day.
Grabbing a pair of earrings I ran down the steps to find Mr B with his hands cupped to the door window, looking as though he was searching for life. I laughed.
“You’re an early bird!” I opened the door and flipped the open sign.
“I guess I am,” he grinned. “You’re looking very retro today, Rose. The red suits you and your name.”
My cheeks went crimson, blushing not easily hid because of my creamy white complexion. Like a schoolgirl I fiddled with my hair which I’d left down today. It flowed well down over my bare shoulders, jet black, thick with waves.
“It should be illegal to be that cute,” he smiled at my blush, which only deepened.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely. “And you. You’re pretty cute yourself! Oh but I guess I shouldn’t call a man cute??!!” I laughed. It was his turn to blush, though not as apparent on his deeply tanned skin.
I wanted to say delicious, but no way was I that brave. His hair glittered with silver interspersed with black and dark gray. And green eyes. Had I ever known anyone with green eyes? I’d surely have remembered. He wore a pale blue polo shirt and cream colored shorts, pretty typical apparel for a Florida guy. He was impeccably groomed. Delicious. Yes.
I realized I’d been staring at him. “So what brings you to town today? Your wife have a meeting?”
“Yes she does. In fact I’m really just dropping her off. She invests in real estate and today is the tour of possible developments for investments. Someone will bring her home later this evening. I was happy to get out of the boring business dinner.” He rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Soooo I have some time to kill and wondered if you needed help with anything around your store. I may not look like it, but I’m pretty handy!”
“Oh gosh, I’d love it,” I said, thinking hell yes! Then that annoying little thing popped in to my head saying, he’s married you idiot. But I did need a few things done around here, I thought. Oh sure, like that’s all you’re thinking you’d like him to do, I answered my own thought. Get a grip girl, I scolded myself.
“Something wrong with your coffee?” I realized I’d been holding it the whole time I was arguing with myself. You really do need to get a grip. “Just thinking of any projects around here. Nothing in the store really. When I bought the building I had everything renovated, electric, water pipes, etc.”
“Ah okay, I just thought I had time and wanted to put it to some kind of good use.”
“Wait, I do have an issue with the shower upstairs. I had that renovated to but the shower head is leaking. It’s pretty new so I wonder if it just needs to be tightened?”
“Sure! Be glad to take a look at it,” he said seeming relieved I found something for him to do. Not like I wanted to send him away anyhow.
I locked the door and flipped up the lunch break sign and led him upstairs.
“I guess you did renovate,” he said taking everything in. “Quite a difference from your shop I’d say!” We both laughed. “Retro to modern industrial in the blink of an eye… Or a flight of steps.”
I’d had the whole floor gutted and had them leave as many bricks and old wood as they could. The old windows stayed, but were fitted with double reflective glass to keep the Florida sun out. All ducting stayed as well as piping. I didn’t have much furniture, but it was comfortable and clean lined.
“Yes I really love it here,” I said.
“I can see why. You did a great job, Rose.” I took him into the bathroom. I had a top of the line shower put in with all kinds of heads above and on the sides, steam, and teak seating. “Wow wow wow, this is pretty damn awesome. I’m going to have you design my next shower.”
“Okay!” We both laughed.
He had to run the shower to find out what the problem was. “I’ll take my shoes and socks off.”
“Yes yes I don’t want you getting all wet doing this!” Yes I did. I wanted him to get soaked. I wanted to strip his wet clothes off. I wanted to take my clothes off to and step into the shower with him. I wanted his body against mine while the warm water pulsated against our skin. Rose! Snap out of it, I thought. Okay okay I got carried away.
While he was adjusting I thought about ‘the coif’ and if she ever slipped into the shower with him, or was she too worried about keeping that perfect hair. I smirked to myself.
“Alrighty, lets try it again,” he said, stepping out of the shower. I didn’t move, standing close, crowding him and looking into the shower like I was awaiting something big to happen, but it was really just to stand near him. A few more adjustments and it was done. With a sigh I led him back through my bedroom.
“Is this your private stash?” He surveyed the long rack of clothing that was waited for me to go through and prepare to put in the shop.
“I’m sure a couple of things may make it into my collection,” I laughed.
“This?” He held up a hanger and my cheeks heated again.
“Maybe.”
He slipped his hand under the soft sheer black fabric. “This would be a robe and gown?”
“Yes, back then they called that a peignoir,” I swallowed hard watching him open the floor length robe to reveal the matching sheer black gown. The bodice was fine black lace, nearly as sheer, and deeply V’d and had delicate matching straps.
“Interesting. I’d guess not meant for sleeping?” he grinned, but that didn’t help the sexual tension that was building.
“She would also have a cigarette in a long holder and a glass of champagne. She posed provocatively, showing just the right amount of leg in that slit. Totally designed to seduce.”
He cleared his throat and slipped the gown back on the rack.
Standing in front of me, he rubbed his thumb on my lower lip. I leaned up for the kiss. Not wanting to wait. Not thinking about the fact he belonged to someone else. I had to taste him. I had to feel him close.
Our tongues met and we moaned, taking it deeper. The crinolines under my skirt crackled when he slid his hands to my ass and pulled me close. I could feel the heat of his cock through our clothes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. The action of doing that pulled my breasts high in the strapless bodice, my nipples barely clinging to the edge. They ached from from the abrasion of the material. They ached because they needed Ben’s mouth.
He started kissing down my neck. “Oh kitten.” I felt his breath in the deep valley between my barely contained breasts. He buried his face in my cleavage, nibbling and sucking, teasing.
I willed my tits to pop up out of that bodice. Into his hot wet mouth. My breasts were so sensitive I can cum with the right attention. His hands were on my sides and he felt the zipper, easing it down. My tits then all but did pop out of their tight confines. I held his head and moaned while he suckled. I felt the orgasm building.
“Don’t stop, Ben,” I moaned. “I’m cumming.” The nipple between his teeth sent me over the edge. I shuddered in his arms.
“Oh kitten, you’re so responsive!”
I tugged his shirt up and over his head while my dress dropped to the floor. He easily picked me up and laid me on the bed.
“You’re beautiful, Rose.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Sparkles of silver and black on his tanned chest. And those green eyes.
“Take them off,” I commanded, looking at the bulge in his pants. Slowly, oh so slowly he teased his zipper lower. “Mmmm no underwear. I like that,” I smiled provocatively. “I like that a lot.”
He tucked his fingers in his waistband and eased his shorts down. “And I like that you like it. I think I’m going to like making you happy a lot.” I pushed any thoughts of the future out of my head.
I gasped. His cock was standing at attention, angry red with a head covered in shiny precum. “You make me feel like a twenty year old again,” he smiled.
“I want you. Now.”
I guided his cock closer to my smooth lips, wet with my juices. He moaned when I rubbed the tip of his cock down my slit. He paused, then slowly entered. I dug my heels in and came up to meet him, taking his cock deep. I pushed up to meet every thrust.
“I want to ride you,” I murmured and we rolled, his cock never leaving my pussy. I straddled and rode him. Grinding down. My fingers tangled in his silvery chest hair. His hands on my breasts, teasing my nipples, squeezing and massaging just how I loved it. I leaned on his shoulders, sliding up and down his throbbing cock while it rubbed my clit.
“I’m cumming,” I moaned, not slowing down, my pussy clamping around his cock. Milking it. I felt the hard throb and he locked my hips down on his cock while he pumped deep inside me. Coming loud and hard.
I collapsed on his chest, his cock still inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and murmured into my hair, “I can’t think of the last time I felt like this, Rose.” And I never have, I thought.
I held the phone away from my ear while she squealed. “Lily, take it easy. It’s just a fling. I’m the other woman now, remember,” I chuckled without humor.
“Well you never know! Is he hot? I bet he is! Older men usually are. They say anyhow,” she laughed.
“Well yeah he’s hot. You think I’d mess around with just anyone, sis?!” We laughed and to my relief found another topic.
I had been on a buying trip to a couple of the northern states and the clothes I had chosen were starting to arrive. Most of the time vintage clothing makes it through the years quite well, and besides cleaning only might will need a repair here and there. That kept me busy and my mind off Ben. I’m a realist and have no expectations of a fling with a married man, my conscience told me. And that’s all it was. Sure, you know you think more of him than that. Well maybe I do but I also know it can’t go anywhere. Just don’t make any rash decisions.
Retailers monthly luncheon was today and it was expected I dress vintage so they could fawn over whatever I was wearing. I didn’t mind. It was fun. I opened my closet and there was the sky blue sheath dress. I remembered wondering if Ben would like it. I need to get over this, I thought.
I checked the seams were straight on my hose and left early to walk the block and a half to the restaurant. Because, to be perfectly honest, these skirts are so narrow we lose stride. There. It’s out. A female secret passed down through generations is out. Tiny little short fast steps to keep up.
The place was already hopping when I opened the door. It’s a locals regular hangout and you’d see anything from sand dusty farmers, to cowboys that ride their ranges, to hard working immigrants. Today was no exception but tables were slid together for our group.
A few heads swiveled to take in my sky blue sheath and topper, a real bright spot in this place, that tended more country. I’d decided on white kitten pumps and matching white clutch. My black hair in a Audrey Hepburn-esque French twist. My favorite candy pink lipstick gave me confidence.
Several of the men jumped up and offered me the empty chairs next to them. I had a little jolt, but quickly recovered when I noticed ‘the coif’ at another table. By herself.
Our meetings weren’t formal, just giving us time to mention anything new or anything of concern. That went quickly, and our meal was served.
The walk back was slower because I spent some time wondering where Ben was, then deciding ‘the coif’ had driven herself today.
I rounded the corner to unlock the door and was startled to see Ben lounging. “Good morning,” I said as he ushered me in. I heard the key lock click again and at the same time I was swooped off my feet and settled into his lap. I kept a nice upholstered chair in the corner of my store for men waiting on their ladies, or hanky panky. Whatever.
“Good morning to you,” he murmured as he held my face for a kiss. As always I put my all into it and started squirming on his lap.
“I don’t have time for too much fun and games, I’m sorry”
“That’s alright. I understand.” You’re married. I work with that. I knew what I was getting into.
His arm was wrapped around me allowing his hand the freedom to roam. His gasp let me know he was pleasantly surprised when he slid his hand under the topper to find the top of the dress under the topper was nothing but a soft sheer. And without a bra, he came up with a handful of tit.
“Oh kitten, you’re full of surprises.” It was my turn to gasp from his seduction play with my breast. Now knowing how sensitive I was, he knew what to do.
I wrapped my arms around his neck for another lusty kiss. He slid his hand up my thigh and groaned loud when he felt the top of my hose and satin ribboned garter belt. He tickled my inner thighs and was even more shocked to get to my pussy and find no panties. “You are a naughty kitty! And I love it.”
He spread my thighs and started stroking my well wet pussy lips, teasing my clit lightly with the tip of his finger. I moaned into his mouth, which prompted him to slip his fingers into the folds and deeper. He slipped a finger in deep and started finger fucking me. I spread wide, my dress riding up, hose tops and garter belt on full display. He took me higher quickly and I went along for the ride. With his hand on my breast and his hand on my cunt, I needed to cum. I swear fireworks went off in my head when I came, soaking his hand.
“I’m sorry kitten but I really have to go,” he whispered and kissed me sweetly. “I know you’re a one man band around here, but wasn’t sure if you could take a day away. I’d like to take you to my beach cottage on Anna Maria.
“I do have someone I trust that will cover.”
“Great! I’ll be in touch with when,” he said excitedly. I suspected he had plans for us and I was only too fine with that.
He headed towards the door. “Wait, do you want to wash your hands?” Knowing my scent was still fresh.
“Nah, I’m driving her car.” With a wink and a wicked smile he was back out the door.
A week went by of selling and restocking the shop. It was unusually busy for Florida’s off season, but of course I was happy for the business. One of my favorite misunderstood fetish customers dropped by. I met him through my online auctions when he contacted me about purchasing panties for himself. I didn’t know much about it before, but learned that these men aren’t necessarily gay, just enjoy the feel of women’s lingerie. I usually held back any larger size nighties, panties, slips, girdles and bras.
When I opened the shop, I have a few customers from my online sales. I found I was oddly turned on by seeing a hard cock and big fat balls in sheer silky panties. I’ve never done anything sexual in nature with these guys, but they do enjoy modeling for me and I in turn enjoy them.
“Oh Rose, I’m so glad you found this for me,” Roger said, walking around in his new gown. Floor length sheer, but multiple layers so it would be peek a boo when you moved. His cock apparently approved of the soft silky material sliding over it because it tented the front of the pink gown. It was hot looking and I started to squirm.
“I thought of you when I saw these,” nodding to the pile of pastel froth on the bed. “I thought you’d especially enjoy the lace gown,” I said knowing he hadn’t seen it yet.
“Oh?” Roger started going through the pile and pulled the virgin white lace gown out. It would be snug fitting because it was stretch lace. He tugged it down over his body, his cock reacting to the soft but abrasive lace rubbing over it. “Oh Rose, I owe you big time for this one!” He purchased everything that I’d picked out for him and almost ran out the door, anxious to get his purchases home.
I’d missed an earlier text from Ben that asked if next Wednesday would work for the beach house. Yes! That took awhile, you’ve been busy? Wish you were here. I’m squirmy from looking at a hard cock all evening. OH? Your shop is closed right? But he’s a special customer. I’ll tell you about him later. Okay kitten, I miss you. After a brief hesitation I texted, I miss you too.
It was about an hour and a half drive to Anna Maria Island, but with the company, and riding in the flashy red sports car, we could have gone forever. My beach bag was on the floor under my legs because there was virtually no back seat or even room. This was obviously a car designed for speed. Every hit on the throttle made it quickly jump forward, as though it was waiting to be unleashed. I could see Ben enjoyed driving it.
“What do you think?”
“I’m thinking I’m so happy you asked me,” I smiled. “Oh, the car you mean? It reminds me of you. Silently and confidently laying in wait. The power and lust just waiting to be, ummmm, turned on.”
“Ohhhh kitten that’s just what you do to me. I feel like I could do anything when I’m with you. You do make me feel powerful, but you also bring out a passion I never knew I had. I’m typical male I suppose in that I don’t talk about my feelings. Or rarely.” He shifted hard away from the light and I could feel my body being pressed into the seat. We were on a deserted stretch of road and the speedometer started climbing. Anyone else, I’d have been scared. But I was enjoying every second of it with Ben.
“Mmmm I loved that,” I said when he slowed down. He took my hand and kissed it.
“Someday we’ll see how you can handle this power. I mean you do pretty damn good handling me, kitten.”
Thankfully there was little traffic out to the island, which in season could take hours to move a few miles. He pulled behind an older Florida style house that sat right on the beach. The wrap porch and wide overhang to keep the sun out of the house, were typical to old Florida. I noticed it was very well maintained as we entered through the back door, directly into the kitchen.
It was beach decorated in whites with touches of blue. A large picture window opened to the beach, Tampa Bay, the Sunshine Skyway bridge and a bright red and yellow striped hammock stretched across the porch.
Colorful beach umbrellas dotted the white sand and people wandered past. The house was set back enough for some privacy, but still it was a public beach.
I changed into my bikini, and as a true smart Floridian, had already slathered sunscreen on my white skin. I’d burn quickly and painfully if I didn’t. I tossed a gauzy cover-up on and was ready for the sand In my toes. Since I didn’t get to the beach often, I intended to it, and Ben.
“Mmmm the suit matches the Gulf waters,” he said, tracing the upper edge of my bikini top. I shivered. My breasts started aching for his attention and my nipples were hard and poking through my suit already.
“You’re such a tease, Ben!”
“I have no intention of not following through. Sometime today.”
“I look forward to it!” But maybe I have plans too buddy!
We walked at surfs edge, and of course I picked up seashells while he laughed at me. I chased him out into the warm salt water until we were about waist deep. It was a fairly deserted area of the beach, so I thought a little making out was in order.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and showed him my intentions by a long and deep liplock. The rhythmic waves pushed me against him every time they came in. I felt his cock harden, and he moaned, pulling me against him harder. I tipped my pelvis and ground my mound into his cock.
I pulled him a little further out into the water. His eyes were heavy with desire. I wrapped my legs around him and let the water pound us together. It was all so erotic and I wanted nothing more than to fuck him right then and there, but good sense prevailed. Especially when I noticed a few more on the beach.
I pushed away from him. “Cool off big boy, we have an audience.” We played and splashed each other and headed back up to the beach once Ben was more presentable.
A quick rinse off under the outdoor shower, and I felt more human getting all the salt and whatevers off me. When I turned around, Ben was already in the hammock on the porch, in the shade, just where I wanted to be.
“Jump in kitten, just don’t dump us out,” he laughed. I did and I didn’t.
The big hammock was like a cocoon, wrapping up each side, affording quite a bit of privacy unless someone walked right up to the house. I reached behind me and untied my top and tossed it overboard, much Ben’s approval.
“I love your breasts, kitten. That they are so sensitive and can give you so much pleasure just adds to it,” he circled the aureole with the tip of his finger. Smiling at my sudden intake of breath, he tweaked it to a long hard bullet.
I rolled into him and rubbed my titties on his chest while I started a hot and humid make out session. My hand slid down his chest and untied his beach shorts.
“Mmmm kitten, you drive me wild,” he gasped when I reached in and took his throbbing cock into my hand.
“I haven’t had a good make out and petting session in a lonnnnggggggg time,” I breathed. “I’m also braver now than I was back then,” I whispered, circling the head of his cock with my thumb.
Uncontrollably, his hips started thrusting, rhythmically. He held my breast in his hand, squeezing and massaging, abrading my nipple with his palm. We kissed, hot and still hungry from our play in the water earlier. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed firmly, sliding my hand up and gently pinching the head wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed firmly while sliding my hand up and gently pinching the head.
“Oh my god you’re making me crazy,” he murmured into my mouth. He thrust, fucking my fist. I laid his cock back on his stomach and stroked the length with the palm of my hand. The whole underside from the head to his balls. Copious amounts of precum kept my hand well lubed and I was able to stroke the sensitive underside a few times. He pulled me tighter against him, his hips grinding against my hand. I took him in a firm grip again and started stroking. Giving him what he wanted. What he needed.
I could tell he was past the point of no return and let him take the lead. Let him fuck my hand while I exerted the right amount of pressure, pinching off gently at the sensitive head. He was groaning loudly now, loud enough to alert anyone nearby on the beach. We didn’t care. I was cumming with him and it wasn’t going to be quiet.
Suddenly he arched, his cock started pumping, I leaned up just in time to feel the spatter of his hot cum all over my titties. So hot on my skin. AT that moment I came, loud and hard.
Our skin was hot and sweaty. I was soaked in cum, my juices all over his thigh.
“Never have I ever had a hand job like that,” he gasped. “My beautiful talented, kitten.”
We shared an end of sex tender kiss. I read nothing more into it. You know, the kind that happens after good sex between anyone. You think he talks to his wife like that? You think he cums that hard with his wife? I can’t think about that. It is what it is. I’m still the other woman, no matter what.
We cocooned for awhile in that hammock, not talking, until he broke the silence.
“You know, I’m trying to think of a way I can keep you. I don’t want to give you back. I don’t want to think about you talking to other men. I can’t even think of you being with another man. Yet I can’t ask you for anything,” he sighed. “I’m too old for your for one thing.”
Forget that, I thought. The fact that you’re married is my deciding factor. But it remained unsaid.
“Pffffttttt too old?!” I laughed. “Are you kidding? You’re plenty enough for me. You more than keep up with my needs, and I’m hoping I do yours as well.”
He laughed loudly. “Are YOU kidding?! Someone that can make me cum that hard literally jacking me off.” He gathered me closer. “Kitten, you’re all I need and more. You make me feel like a giddy teenager. You get me hard faster and keep me hard longer than I have in years.”
“I’m so glad,” I murmured holding him close. I decided to ignore that M word for now.
I knew Ben had a week full of business and I wouldn’t hear from him, so I was surprised to see a text from him.
This is sort of last minute, but how would you like an overnight trip to NYC with me day after tomorrow. Before you say yes, I will be in meetings for a part of the day, but you could bring your sister if you like. We also would have dinner with someone I’ve been trying to get as a client for my company for some time.
Wow, it is last minute but I know I can get the shop covered. I wasn’t sure about Lily going, but it’d be fun and I’ll ask.
Sure! I’d love to go. I’ll call Lily later to see if she can.
A few minutes later….
Wonderful! I’ll give you details tomorrow.
I started planning immediately. Business dinner called for a cocktail dress and I knew just the one I’ll wear. I had one in mind for Lily already.
“What?!” she all but screeched. “New York city! Of course I’ll go. Overnight won’t be a problem with the baby because that’s what husbands are for,” she laughed.
We excitedly started to talk about shopping in the city. I have not been, but Lily had been several times so Iet her plan the shopping. I told her I’d take care of her cocktail dress.
Ben texted the time he’d pick us up. We’d take Dolphin out of Sarasota airport and a car would be waiting to take us to the hotel. I knew Ben would be efficient with planning.
It was a perfect morning to fly out, I thought looking down at the bluest Gulf of Mexico I’ve ever seen. Dolphin catered to business and those celebrities that wanted to remain anonymous. They were interspersed around Florida, knowing that for the most part, we didn’t pay them much attention. We even had some big names in my little town. Sarasota was a playground for retired and not retired rockers. I had gone to a bar with a bunch of friends to watch AC/DC’s Brian Johnson and half the Allman Brothers band jam. I wanted to scream like a teenage girl, but didn’t. But I wanted to, I laughed to myself.
Lily was chattering away at Ben. I was going to save him but he seemed like he wasn’t minding at all and chatted right back, so I leaned back in my luxurious seat to enjoy the flight.
I thought the jet was pretty luxurious until I walked into the two bedroom hotel suite. “Wow!” Lily and I said at the same time.
“I’m off to my meetings. The driver will remain available for you both to go wherever you want. I probably won’t be back much before our dinner meeting. Just enough to clean up and dress.” And out the door he went.
We only had a few hours to shop so we shopped local. I let Lily take the lead, since this was a real getaway for her. She’d had the baby a year ago, but hadn’t taken any time away. I appreciated Ben inviting her.
We got back in time to take leisurely showers, get shaved, creamed, softened, and whatever else we could think of. We did each others hair in upsweeps, perfect for our vintage cocktail dresses.
“I hope you found something that these milky boobs can fit into!” Lily hefted her titties in her hand, that I think had tripled from her usual size. Her skin was even more white and fragile looking than mind. Thin blue veins trailed around her breasts making her skin almost translucent. But her nipples. I didn’t know nipples could be that large and I was almost jealous of them. They were a dark rosy pink. As large as her breasts were, they still sat high on her chest, with no sag from the weight.
“I did!” I pulled the dress out of the garment bag and she gasped her approval. The royal blue plunging halter top of ruched chiffon would cover just about any size breast. But now I think hers might even be a challenge. The bodice was the same ruching and color, but in satin, and it wrapped snugly around. The skirt was a super full gathering of the same chiffon.
“I love it!” She danced around like a child, and I laughed.
“I’m so glad sweetie. I wanted you to have a good time on this getaway. We don’t know what the guy is like we’re meeting, but it’s not like he’s going to be your date.” I went on to fill Lily in on what I knew about Ben’s new, hopefully, client.
I pulled my own dress from the bag and decided to get dressed so I could help Lily. I smiled at my own reflection because this lingerie was all for Ben. I’d chosen tiny black lace panties. A black lace garter belt held up black sheer hose with seams.
I slipped the dress on. Yes. Perfect, I thought. The entire dress was black lace underlined with flesh colored taffeta, so at first glance it appeared that nothing was under the dress. It had a demure boat neckline and three quarter length sleeves. I swirled to look at the back view. Although the front view was demure, the dress was backless to my waist.
They’d notice me coming, but be shocked to see me go.
Lily came in and gushed. “Come on lets get you dressed, sis.”
Lily wore red silk bikini panties and chose to go sans hose because of her sandals. I helped her slide the dress over her head and it floated down around her. As I thought the halter top didn’t cover as much as I thought it would. She was thrilled because it had been some time since she felt sexy.
I zipper her into the dress and she was in fact, stunning. The blue was perfect for her complexion and blonde hair. The halter would have been scandalous back in it’s day, today it was really perfectly fine.
I slipped clear peep toe shoes on, the rhinestone rosette glittered in the light. We were ready.
True to his word, Ben came in at the last minute, and but for a shocked face after taking us in, went to get himself ready.
Our dinner companion, Robert, arrived at the club just before us for perfect timing. Turns out he was quite charming, not the stodgy businessman I expected. Surprisingly…. No…. Shockingly enough, Lily was smitten. But I could understand. Robert was sensual in every sense of the word. From his demeanor, to his voice, to his clothing to his well taken care of body. A real New York man.
Dinner went well without a mention of business. I wasn’t sure if that was Ben’s plan or not, but he went with it. Robert was appearing to be as smitten with Lily as she was with him.
I watched them dancing on the shadowy edge of the dance floor. “I hope Lily didn’t distract from business.”
“Are you kidding?! The way to a man’s whatever is through a sexy woman, or whatever that saying is,” he laughed.
I laughed. “Hey, I think he has his hand under my sisters dress!”
He slid his hand up my thigh. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” I clamped his hand between my thighs.
“A few times!” and kissed him thanks. “Is he married I wonder. She’s married you know,” stating the obvious, almost indigently. Then just as quickly realized what I’d said. And just as quickly changed the topic to a drink refill.
They came back to the table, sexually super charged. Their air was electric. Lily ignored my looks and had her hand on his lap under the table. His arm was around her and I could see he had slipped his hand in the side of her halter top to get to those huge titties.
Getting turned on myself, my hand went under the tablecloth to Ben’s lap. I heard his quick intake of breath as I squeezed his growing erection.
“Lets dance,” he said, pulling me up.
Finding the same shadowy edges, we danced. I don’t think we could have gotten any closer. My pumps put me on level, to grind my mound against his cock.
“Kitten, kitten, kitten,” he murmured in my hair. His hands were on my bare back and edged lower. Cupping my ass he pulled me harder against him.
“We have all night together,” I whispered, remembering that this would be our first night together. It would be a rare occasion I’m sure. “I can’t wait to feel your body against mine. Your hot skin against me. I need to feel the heat of your cock. The hardness,” as I whispered dirty talk, he softly moaned.
“Yes, I want you in my bed. I want to roll over and have you next to me. I want to wake up in the morning and you’ll be there.”
I didn’t know what to answer to all that. I wanted to blurt out all my feelings, but it wouldn’t be fair to him or me. So I just softly kissed him my answer.
When we got back to the table, Robert and Lily were ready to leave. Not surprisingly, I laughed to myself.
“C’mon back to the suite for a nightcap if you like,” Ben said. Robert was quick to agree. Not surprisingly, and I had to laugh again.
It was a quick nightcap with us and Robert said, “Ben, I’ll have my office assistant call your office in the morning and set everything up.”
“Great!” But neither Robert nor Lily heard because they’d already disappeared in her room.
“Well this wasn’t exactly what I envisioned,” I said. “But if Lily wants this fling then I’m happy for her. I think their age difference is about the same as ours,” I mused.
“I’d guess,” Ben said distractedly, pulling me up from the chair. “Lets go to bed, kitten. I need you close to me.”
Although we couldn’t take our eyes off each other, we undressed ourselves Like we’d done it a million times. Hotel staff had folded the bed back and I slipped in on my side, him on his. We met in the middle.
“Kitten, kitten, there’s so much I want to say. Need to say.”
“Shhhh, not now. Lets not bring reality in. This has been my fantasy since I’ve met you. Us both in the same bed for the night.
“…. gimme those milky tits…”
“What the?” Ben said, as shocked as I was, at the same time realizing that even the walls couldn’t contain the lust between Lily and Robert. The LOUD lust.
“Ummm, it’s kinda hot,” I whispered.
“Naughty kitty,” he smiled running his hand over my hip.”I think so too. Like our own porn movie without the visuals. Thankfully!” We both laughed.
I toyed with his nipples and they hardened. Nuzzling his thickly furred chest my tongue flicked out to tease them. His response was he liked so I continued on kissing down his chest to his belly. I kissed over to his hips. His cock laid hot and hard on his stomach, twitching as I came close, but I ignored it. I nuzzled between his balls and thigh, finding the sensitive areas on his body. I wanted to learn every one of them. I think he knew that and didn’t rush me or make any move to take over.
I caressed his balls with my lips, my kisses. Shaving bare is such a nice thing for a man to do for their woman. I wondered if he initially did that for his wife. Where the fuck did that come from. Go away! Take your reality and go. He’s my man tonight.
He reacted with a groan when he felt his balls in my hot wet mouth. I gently sucked and toyed with them with my tongue. I licked the perineum, and trailed my tongue up between his balls until I got to the base of his cock. It was pulsing, needing my attention, but that wasn’t going to happen quite yet.
“…..ride me like…. ohyeah baby just like that… your bouncing tits hot cunt…. “
“… you’re my bucking bronco you stud… I’ll ride you hard and long….”
Hearing the words subconsciously, I moaned. I pulled the pin from my hair and let it drop onto his cock, creating a curtain around my face.
“Oh god kitten, oh my god,” he moaned louder. Their words having an effect on him as well. “I need your mouth on my cock. Suck it. Your mouth is so hot and wet. Fuck me please. I need your cunt on my cock.”
I flipped my head so my hair tickled across his stomach and chest. His sound effects were getting louder as I took him higher. I teased the hole with the tip of my tongue and he jerked up. His cock was red, throbbing and angry and I took that hot meat into my mouth. He jerked again and started thrusting. I let him fuck my mouth, taking his cock deep in my steamy mouth. I tasted his precum.
Quickly I let his cock go, straddled him and took his cock deep into my pussy. I knew my sister was riding Robert and somehow that I was riding Ben made it that much hotter. I could see Lily’s big tits bouncing. He said how he’d latch on to her big fat nipples and suckle, relieve her of all the milk overload. We could hear her louder moans, how his cock filled her, how fat his cock was.
I rode Ben harder and faster, leaning forward and letting the hard shaft of his cock rub my clit I came hard and loud. I screamed out my orgasm and at the same time heard Lily scream out. Male groans were loud and I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. My ears were ringing with all the dirty talk and lusty sounds.
Ben’s hands went to my waist, lifting me higher, his cock nearly coming out of me only to slam back down and grind. My skin was wet with perspiration, as I took long strokes on his cock.
“Oh my god kitten yeah ride me like that,” he shouted. My pussy clamped around his cock unwilling to let it go just yet. “Fucking me so good oh my god. My balls are aching and full for you kitten. I want to cum deep inside your pussy and with that he arched up, drove into me nearly bucking me off, and pumped hard and deep. Vaguely hearing my sister and her lover cumming with us.
I collapsed on Ben’s chest. Our skin was hot wet and sticky but I didn’t care. I’d never had hotter sex in my life. Between Ben in my bed for the night and my sister and Roberts background lustiness, it was over the top for me.
The next morning we had room service for coffee and light breakfast. Robert and Lily came out of the bedroom. She had a robe on, Robert was dressed. Unashamedly, they only had eyes on each other. His hands were under her robe at the door and I didn’t think he was going to make it out the door.
When she walked by, she whispered, “Can you say beer can,” with a smirk.
“What’d she say,” Ben asked.
“Nothing. Never mind.” I laughed to myself. My sister was smitten but not sure if it was with him or his cock.
“Lets take a shower.”
“Mmmmm I’d love to.”
Soapy slick hands all over each other fired up the heat. Again. He was behind me, his hands on my titties, doing what he knows I like best. His cock slipped into my ass cheeks, and probed my rosebud.
Maybe. Just maybe.