Innocent Milf Ch 16

Chapter 16

We were the second pair there: Ty and his partner whom I recognized as "Donita Holnight" had arrived first. Ty motioned for us to take off our Walkmans, which we deposited on a table nearby. Ty's face registered mild panic as he realized that I wasn't with Cary.

He made a show of congratulating both of us effusively and gave me a high five, then took me aside. "Dude, what happened?" he whispered. "You and Jane were both supposed to go to 6."

I shrugged. "No idea. That's where I ended up. Maybe she grabbed the wrong one." I took a deep breath, working to banish my doubts. "It's okay. I'm okay. And I bet she is, too. You've got nothing to worry about."

Ty gave me a dubious look, but grinned uncertainly. Next to us, Carla languidly pulled her dress back on while chatting with "Donita" who had been fully clothed--if a little rumpled--when we arrived. A staff member in a red vest had already started tabulating our score.

"Hey, how did you know how many words we said?" I asked.

Ty rolled his eyes. "Half of the rooms here are already wired for security purposes. I just had a few folks in the security room downstairs making marks and crossing them back off against a master list of things you could do to earn them back."

I gave him a slap on the back. "Man, this rocked. You put so much work into this. It was totally sweet--the coolest graduation party I could imagine."

Ty relaxed a bit. "Let's hope Jane thinks so too. Seven minutes--man, you two must have just

raced

through that room like greased lightning."

I chuckled. "I thought we were about to run out of time."

"The only thing you two took your time on according to the referees was fooling around," Ty smirked. "But hey, you should get cracking on those secret codes."

"I'm too turned on to think right now," I chuckled. "Will it ruin the game if I take a walk up and down the hall a few times to cool down?"

Ty shook his head. "Nah, just don't knock or go into people's rooms. And get out of their way if they're running down the hall."

Carla sauntered over to me and took my arm. "I think I'll join you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it. After tit-sucking, a poor man's lap dance, and a 1-minute handjob, what was I worried about? It wasn't like we were going to lose all control and start fucking in the hallway like animals. I nodded and started strolling down the hall again.

"Are you going to stay?" Carla asked abruptly once we exited room 3.

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

"Why not?" she seemed genuinely upset. "Don't you like us? I mean, there's no pressure, of course. But Miles and I really like your vibes--you and Jane. We really hoped you'd both stay for... afterwards."

I smiled. It was the most flattering thing I'd heard in a while. We had stopped in front of our room, and I squeezed her arm. "Jane and I just started dating today. This evening. Hours ago, at

my

graduation party. We're not even totally sure what we have yet, and having sex with other people... it's just not in the cards."

Carla looked dumbfounded. "You're not in an open relationship?"

I grinned. "This is the closest I've ever gotten to it. Probably the closest I'll

ever

get to it. And I think the same is true for--for Jane. We're just barely

in

a relationship at all." I was tired and tipsy, and had almost said her real name. "You guys are all awesome, and I'm flattered."

Carla sighed and leaned into me. "Dang. I thought we'd made some new friends tonight. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find people with the right attitude--who aren't super jealous or pushy or think it's just free sex no matter what?"

"For people our age?" I asked. "Real hard, I bet."

"Most people who do this are in their thirties or forties." She pouted, but then smiled. "Well, no reason we can't still be friends. Just not free-for-all sex. Yet." She brushed a fingertip across my barely-subsided erection. "Once you two have settled in, don't rule anything out."

I took a few more steps, and the door to room 8 burst open, disgorging a very disheveled "Agent Hardrock" and "Wanda French" even less dressed than Carla had been. They gave us a wink as they ran down the hall to get their time recorded. I was almost backed against the door to room 9 as I tried to get out of the way.

"Hurry," I heard somebody say from behind the door. I froze. It was unmistakably Cary's voice.

Room 9. Between Ty and Nancy, one of them had accidentally flipped a slip of paper upside-down. There was the sound of movement, and then some grunting. It went for a bit, and then I suddenly heard Cary gasp and sputter, "What the hell?"

"Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry," a male voice babbled.

Carla giggled next to me. "Oh my God," she said. "It sounds like

somebody

couldn't hold it." She tilted her head. "That's your lady in there, isn't it? You might need to spring for the deluxe package on dry cleaning."

I gritted my teeth. If some bozo had just jizzed all over my new girlfriend, I was going to be pissed. I forced myself to count to ten silently, and turned to Carla. "Want to head back?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No way! We

have

to hear how this goes! You want to know too, right?"

I felt sort of like a creep, but she was right. My curiosity had been pricked, and I still had half a mind to forfeit the game and burst into the room. Carla's grip on my arm was tight enough to suggest she at least half guessed what I was feeling. "It'll be all right. She's a big girl. She can stop this anytime she wants."

I smirked. "I keep telling myself that."

"It's true," Carla said with conviction. "I've only known her for a couple of hours, but I can tell you this: you hit the jackpot with her. She's got her head screwed on straight." She gave me a push. "And I was really looking forward to fooling around with her, too."

"Hey, what did you take her aside and talk to her about earlier?" I asked.

Carla raised an eyebrow. "Girl stuff. Like I said. I guess some of it won't matter now, like some of the guys' preferences here. The other stuff--she'll tell you if she wants."

Behind the door, Cary made a sound halfway between a moan and a gasp. I felt my eyebrows go up, but said nothing. For close to a minute I heard sporadic heavy breathing. My mind was filled with a dozen fantasies about what was happening in there. How many points were they behind? Had they already kissed away all the easy points? Was Cary giving a blowjob right now?

A shuddering, muffled moan filtered into the hallway. Not too different from the one Cary had made when pretending to orgasm on the fake tape recording to fool her dumbass ex-husband. Jesus--was it hot that I was afraid she was climaxing right now, or not? I was too horny and too confused to decide. She'd told me earlier that she was only pretending to be aroused for some of these guys to keep from hurting their feelings--was this more of the same?

The sound of a key in the lock jolted me to reality.

Carla jerked at my arm, and we jogged down the hall back to room 3. I could hear the door to room 9 slam open as we entered, followed by rapid footsteps. Cary and Dan came into the room, the fourth couple out of seven to make it. Cary was breathing hard, flushed, and a light sheen of sweat was on her forehead. She took one look at me and her face fell.

"Oh, I

really

hoped I'd get here first," she said, pulling her headphones off. "You beat me

again

."

I barely heard her. Her spiky heels dangled from one hand, and she held the Altoids tin and the Walkman in the other. Draped over her shoulder was her sparkly, slinky red dress. Her long white gloves were still on, although they had been rolled down below her elbows. What caught my attention the most, though was that she had also shed her bustier, which she had folded up under one arm. She was in stockings, panties, rhinestone choker, and a barely-hanging-on lacy bra.

Carla gave me a little push, and I blinked. "What?" I asked. Cary had been talking.

"I said, when did you get here?" Cary asked.

I couldn't stop staring at her body. "Uh, a few minutes ago," I answered. "We were the second couple out."

She stomped her foot in annoyance and crossed her arms. Dan adjusted his undone bowtie and walked past me. He held up his hand for a high-five. I looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Good job, man," he said.

I took a breath and smiled. "You too," I said. Cary drifted over towards me, leaned against me, and twined her arm through mine. Carla disentangled herself gracefully and gave me one more friendly pat on the bottom.

"Thanks for letting me borrow him," she said to Cary with a wink. "We didn't get into

too

much trouble."

Cary gave a smile that seemed genuine enough, despite the extra alcohol-induced shine to her eyes. "Getting into trouble seemed to be the

reason

for all this. I hope you two had fun, because I'm about to take him away for a long time." She nuzzled against me, and the last blood from my brain rushed elsewhere.

As Ty walked over to us to congratulate Cary, she suddenly seemed to remember her state of undress, and blushed furiously all over her body. She pulled her bustier back on, but now that it had been taken off, it succeeded only in pushing her tits almost out of her bra, so that her areolas peeked from the top of the lacy cups.

Her dress was a bit rumpled, but once she got it on, it managed to hang enticingly off her hips and breasts all the same. She leaned against me and nibbled at my earlobe. I shuddered and pulled her closer to me, my hand above her hip. She sighed contentedly. "Mmmn. So did you two get into trouble?"

I shrugged. "A little. No more than you did, I would guess. These games... wow."

"'Wow' is the right word for it," Cary said. "If you had told me I'd be doing this sort of thing with you and a bunch of strangers 24 hours ago, I'd have thrown water in your face. I guess being around you makes me act young and irresponsible."

"I'm counting on it," I grinned. "I thought we were both supposed to end up in room 6, but you went to room 9."

Cary huffed a sigh. "Easy mistake to make. I don't know if it was mine or Nancy's. It's okay. I'll tell you about it in a few. But let's figure out our secret codes!" The enthusiasm in her voice made me wonder what it was that she was so excited for--what could top a James Bond sports car?

As the rest of the participants filtered in--all except for "Agent Swelling" and Nancy--we got to work looking at the sheaf of papers we had accumulated, scrawled with ciphers, codes, and occasional Cyrillic characters. Ty left the room to fetch the last couple: time had run out a few minutes ago. After a moment, we heard him bark a laugh from down the hall. Eventually, he returned, trailing the barely-conscious couple, their clothing in total disarray.

"These two were so satisfied from getting their points back, they fell asleep," he laughed, in answer to the rest of the room's questioning glances. We all joined in the good-natured laughter. Several minutes passed in partly-inebriated concentration, until I heard Cary's triumphant noise. She held up her paper, and Ty gave her a "shush" motion, and beckoned her over.

She whispered a few things to him, and he nodded. She pumped her fist and did a little jump in the air, which almost caused her boobs to pop out the top of her dress again. Ty grandly announced, "We have our first top contender!"

I frowned at the array of meaningless scribbles in front of me, and gritted my teeth as I heard another voice--this one belonging to a guy--mumble a few things to Ty. He nodded again, and said "Another! Keep at it, you guys."

And suddenly, it made sense. The backwards R kept showing up next to a number 7. The thing that looked like a Greek

theta

kept showing up next to 3. Letters and numbers matched. I shuffled a few of the messages around and saw it as plain as day: "Moskva, 313-5754." It was a phone number.

I jumped up and walked to Ty, and nearly fell on my ass; sitting for several minutes had made my legs fall asleep, and I was still a little drunk. He caught my arm and laughed. "I have to call this number and warn them that Moscow is the target," I whispered. He nodded and slapped my back. "Number three!" I was pretty sure that this would put Cary and I combined as the top in points--or close to it.

Cary leaned against me and rubbed my arm absently. A few more people filtered up to the front with their clues figured out--among them was Dan, who had kept in the running up until this point. After several more minutes, there were six of us who had finished the codes, and Ty stood scratching his head.

"Well, crap," he said. "I was afraid this would happen. We have two ties: for Guys, it's Agent Steele and Agent Wood. For Dolls, it's Kitty Bristol and Mona Lisa! This calls for a tiebreaker!"

The resultant uproar was a mix of cheering, hooting, and a couple of "aw, shits." The four of us were congratulated with varying degrees of sincerity while Ty announced that we would take a half hour break to "clear things up for the main event."

Cary and I slumped together on a leather couch in the corner as the room cleared out. I needed to pee again, and so did Cary, but for a moment, we just took some comfort in the quiet and each other's nearness. After a bit, we both headed for bathrooms to clear out a bit (and stood guard for each other to make sure nobody else came in).

Feeling a little more lucid, we returned to the couch and waited. Cary curled herself against me, and I stroked her hair. She was practically purring. After a moment, she turned her face up to me. "It's a vacation," she said. "An all-expenses paid vacation to Puerto Vallarta. I was going to take my kids for a surprise--I'm sure I could make up the extra cash on my own to add a couple of children."

"Wow." I was feeling pretty fuzzy after the drinks and the constant on-again, off-again erections. A lot more made sense, suddenly. Cary would do nearly anything for her kids--some of the sexy risks she had been taking didn't seem so out of place, after all. Especially if she had been faking her way through some of this. I met her eyes again. "So we're going to do the tiebreaker, then?"

Cary shifted. "Do you want to?"

"I'd like the car," I admitted. "But I'd also like to get out of here, go to a hotel, and have sex until neither of us can walk straight."

"Mmmmmn," Cary wriggled against me. "No sex with anybody except you, but I'd be willing to keep this up for a bit for a chance to get my kids an experience that they won't forget after such a hard year."

I sighed. "Okay, then. We're in. Hey, you were with 'Agent Woody'--Dan--for this last one. He's the other guy in the running. Want to tell me how it went?"

Cary flushed. "Oh, sure. Um. Hey--what does everybody consider 'third base' these days? It suddenly occurred to me that it might have changed since I was a teenager."

I raised an eyebrow. "Uh... handjob. Or, you know... finger stuff."

Cary sighed in relief. "Okay, good. I was a little worried that I got it wrong. It got pretty hot and heavy in there," she said. "But maybe telling you about it will help us to get an edge in this tiebreaker."

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"I was a little suspicious when the guy in the red vest put the blindfold on me after I sat in the chair. Then he said he was going to handcuff me with my arms behind me. He was actually very nice; he asked if I'd ever been handcuffed before. Of course, I told him that I hadn't. So he told me that if I started "freaking out"--his words--I could always use the safe word to have somebody come undo me.

He said it would cost ten points to lose the cuffs, and then he put the key in my cleavage. The headphones went on, and I was basically blind and deaf except for James Bond music. Because I didn't have anything else to concentrate on, I started to feel the pressure on my arms from the handcuffs more. So I wiggled a little to get my arms comfortable. That's where the trouble started.

See, the bustier turned out to be a lucky break for all the strip games. But now it sort of came back to haunt me, because the key fell down between my boobs, and then down to the inside of the bustier, where it must have gotten stuck.

Inside my dress

. I knew that would slow things down--I bet it was supposed to.

Well, we couldn't talk if we wanted to keep our points, and I really wanted that all-expenses-paid vacation, so I kept my mouth shut most of the time. I knew it was going to be you rooting around in there, so I wasn't too worried. I thought I heard the door open, and I got all excited thinking about what you were going to do to me.

It took a few moments, and I wondered what you were doing--why you weren't trying to get me out of handcuffs. Then I realized you might not even know where I was in the room because it was dark and you would have headphones on too. So, I called out. I knew it would lose me a point, but I just said, "Here!"

It wasn't long before you came over--except as soon as I felt the touch of a hand on my face, I knew it wasn't you. You look skeptical. How did I know? You have distinctive hands. Fingers long and strong enough to play your mandolin, but tough, too. Knife-fighting fingers. You're laughing, but it's true. I love your hands--always have.

And I knew right away that what I felt wasn't your touch.

It was a surprise--I jumped a little, and actually tweaked my arm. That made me gasp.

Whoever it was, that seemed to get him excited. He started feeling me all over, and squeezing. Even though it wasn't you, I could still feel myself responding. Hey, a girl likes to be touched a certain way, okay? And it was sort of exciting. I don't know... the element of surprise. Of danger. Knowing that something had happened to the plan. I wondered who you were with, and if you had figured it out.

What? Pearls and hair? Oh, clever you. So, you figured it out quickly as well?

Didn't you think it was a little exciting, too? I knew that it could only last for fifteen minutes, and that if things got too intense, I could just quit. It was only a game. So I let him have a little feel--it's what the whole thing was about, right? I made a few appreciative noises to get him riled up--and then I said, "Unlock the handcuffs." Four words so far. He asked "Where's the key?" Seven. I answered. "Cleavage." I should have been counting words right from the beginning.

Anyway, he felt around, and eventually I realized the problem; I was going to have to get pretty much down to just my underwear for him to find the key--and I was wearing a long, slinky dress and sitting in a chair.

He figured it out pretty quickly too, without me having to say anything. I tried to straighten myself a little so that he could get where he needed, but I was stuck to the chair. It was maddeningly slow going. He fumbled around a wasted a minute inching my dress up past my waist and down below my ribs. Then he spent almost another half a minute trying to get the bustier off. Once he did, he found the key pretty quickly and unlocked my cuffs.

I got my blindfold off--it was sort of a pain to do without disturbing the headphones, and I was a little miffed that the guy hadn't taken it off first. But as soon as I could see, I saw the list of tasks to do to get points back. Whoever it was was already standing there--I actually didn't figure out who it was until the lights came on. But I could see that there was something blocking some of the words.

I assume it was the same for all the rooms: kisses and fondling for the first few rows of points, lap dances, naughty massage... oh it was different for you? Interesting. Sounds like some of yours were actually a little tamer than ours. Well, the last few were the same, anyway: oral sex or sex toys.