Blondie and the two boys were laughing as they disappeared into their car and drove out of the parking garage.
I was finally able to get my wits about me and went to my car. I was on my way home when I saw the club where Peggy worked and I said to myself, "what the hell, nobody at my house anyway," so I pulled in for a drink and to pass a little time with old friends whom I had not seen for quite awhile.
I passed my keys to the valet and told him to keep it up front I wouldn't be long. Robert said, "yes sir, we haven't seen you for sometime now sir, I trust all is well." I assured him it was and passed through the outer door and parted the heavy red plush curtain to enter the club.
Pausing to allow my eyes to adjust to the subdued lighting I looked around and saw a few familiar faces and many unfamiliar ones. At that moment Ma was suddenly at my side saying, "Hey lover, where you been? I tried to keep it hot for you but you been gone sooo long I had to get help to put the fire out."
Now, you must understand, at about two hundred forty pounds it seems impossible for Ma to do anything suddenly. But there she was. I laughed and told her that it was OK, I knew there was enough to go around.
We exchanged pleasantries as she led me through the club to my favorite table. Following her I was again impressed by the grace of movement possessed by this aging woman. She was a dancer herself in bygone years and still had the ease of movement demonstrated by the best of the best. Ma said to me one time that she once opened for Gypsy Rose Lee, and worked for a while with Tempest Storm. If you have lived a decent Synful life you will recognize the names of two of the best strippers to come out of vaudeville.
I ordered Three fingers of Jack, neat, with seven back when the waitress walked up to the table. Then I heard a familiar voice saying, "Something's never change." I turned to look into the big brown eyes of Annie. Annie was a dancer / waitress. She did not need to dance because the tips she made at the tables were plenty but Annie loved the dance, not to mention the tease.
I said, "Well hello Annie, how's tricks"? To which she replied, "looking up now that you are back." I said it was a short visit and for her not to get her hopes up. Laughing Annie went to get my drink.
The rest of the time there was mostly uneventful. Oh yeah, I saw a good variety of T&A and one or two quick glimpses of pussy as one of the dancers would slip ( wink, wink ) and show a little more than allowed.
Leaving the club after about an hour and only two drinks I drove home. Christy's car was not in the garage. I didn't really expect it to be but I was hopeful.
Great, here I am, turned thirty today, Got turned on by my secretary, was teased half to death by a few horny teenagers, sat through several sets at the strip club and getting ready to go to bed alone. Sometimes life just plain sucks. I puttered around a little and went to bed.
While setting the alarm for morning I heard the garage door go up. Since the bedroom faced the back of the house I knew Christy couldn't see the light was on so I quickly turned it out. Actually I was pouting and feeling sorry for myself because she forgot my birthday. I crossed the room and closed the drapes over the French doors leading to the pool and then I crawled in under the sheets and pretended to be asleep. I would show her it didn't matter at all.
I heard the door open and Christy entered the room. Then I heard her trip over the chest at the foot of the bed and a muffled curse. I almost laughed but managed to keep silent. The drapes over the doors shut out all the light coming from the pool which we kept lit for safety's sake. Chris had closed the bedroom door behind her making the room very dark so I guess she misjudged where she was at and hit the chest.
There were the quiet sounds as Chris got out of her clothes and pulled back the sheet to get into bed. In my minds eye I saw her. She appeared, as she often did for me, the way she was when I first saw her nude. We were both just sixteen and neither one of us had much first hand experience. The sun was bright that day and Christy appeared out of the brush where she had gone to remove her clothes in preparation for a cooling swim at the lake. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had expected her to show up wearing bra and panties as she had before when we went swimming.
She stopped by a tree and leaned one hand against it and said, "You like"? What's not to like. Golden hair falling softly on her shoulders framed the face of an angel. Skin which had me thinking of peaches and cream. A light tan accenting the alabaster breasts and proud nipples. Stomach so flat and firm you could bounce quarters off of it. Light golden curls framing her pouting pussy lips. And those legs. God almighty those gorgeous legs. Long without making her appear too tall. The picture still makes an imposing presence in my mind.
I bent and removed my shorts releasing my hardening manhood to the afternoon breeze. I held out one hand and she approached and took it. We just stared into each others eyes for a few moments. Then I said, "We are not going swimming, are we." In answer she smiled, shook her head side to side very slowly, and lowered herself into the thick grass growing up from the lake.
