*In this story I have inserted, in some places, those flashes of insight (?) or asides that pop into ones mind during the course of daily intercourse.
Florida was a bad place to be during the summer and I just arrived on assignment. The heat lay like a sodden blanket keeping the whole world damp and oppressive. I was stuck here for the foreseeable future till the job I was working on was completes, probably in about a year or two. The only cool dry places in the evening were the shopping malls and the various clubs in the West Palm Beach area. The listings showed that there were dining clubs, drinking clubs, dining and drinking clubs, swingers clubs and strip clubs. If you were into it, there were also health clubs but they were a bit overboard for my tastes. As it was a Wednesday night I decided to try a singles place, The Crazy Zebra. In the listing it sounded like a nice dining and drinking establishment.
* There were some symbols after the listing that I didn't understand. I'll find out what they mean when I get there.
I got there about 7:30 and the place was jammed. No empty tables, no empty bar stools. As a singles place it looked like couples had not yet paired up. There were mostly groups of guys and gals. I sidled to the bar, next to an intriguing looking lady, and ordered a vodka rocks with a lime twist. The lady was staring at the bottles behind the bar and seemed to be in another world.
"Hi, I'm Glen. Waiting for someone?" I asked.
"Yah, but she didn't show. I've been dreaming about her all day and now she stands me up. I've got to go over her place and find out if we're still an item or not. Good hunting. Hope your luck is better than mine." I could have sworn that she pronounced hunting as if it were spelled with a 'c'. She left with a wave as she glanced back at me with a big impish grin.
*What was going on?
I wandered around the place till a table for two opened up and I decided I should probably have some supper. I was seated for about five minutes when a lady with a body that would not quit walked up to the table and said, "I'm starving and there isn't an empty table in the place. Could I sit here with you?"
Being a prefect gentlemen and being faced with two of the most perfect 36DD breasts I had seen in several decades just at eye level, how could I refuse?
"Sit, take a load off." I offered. She sat.
"Damn, I'm starving and my damn back and neck are killing me from holding up my boobs."
*I really didn't need to know that before even finding out her name.
"I'm Diane. Sorry about my bitchin'. I know guys would kill for boobs like these," she hefted one breast on each palm, "but they are no fun for me. They keep trying to pull me over on my face and my poor neck and back keep pulling them back up. I just came from the doctor. He's going to take about two pounds out of each one and make me a 36C instead of a 38DD."
*What do you know? I was wrong about the size. Must be getting rusty in my dotage.
I said, "I'm Glen and I really didn't need to know all that on our first date."
*From the look on her face that was the wrong thing to say.
She glared at me. "First date...in your dreams. I sat here because I'm hungry and needed a place to as you said 'Take a load off.' I'm meeting my girlfriend here later. By the way, look around Macho Man Glen, I think you're in the wrong place."
*I looked around. Oops, all the couples were girl / girl or boy/boy. Bad choice but now I know what those funny symbols mean.
There were a few mixed singles but they would probably sort it out as the evening progressed. I guess I was in the wrong place but I had ordered my dinner I decided to stay a while to eat and people watch.
As I was signing my credit card slip I looked up and saw my friend who left earlier saunter in, arm in arm with a lovely, petit oriental nymph. Her free hand was entwined around the hand of a tall shapely lady wearing a vivid green velvet dress with a neckline about to reach her navel. There was a small brooch holding the fabric together, at nipple level. That was all that kept her tits from falling out. My friend looked around, spotted me and made a beeline to my table. "Oh, hi Diane." she said to my table mate, "Where's Beck?"
Diane replied, "Hi, Jade. She'll be coming soon." and then musingly, "And hard I hope."
*So much for the chit chat.
Jade looked at me and said, "You must be new in town to be in here, you'll never score without help. I felt sorry for you so when we decided to come back here we brought Dusty to keep you company." She placed Dusty's hand in mine. "She's straight. What a shame to waste a built babe like her on men." With that Jade and her friend left, leaving me and Dusty holding hands.
I said, "First, I'm Glen, don't think your friend mentioned that. Pleased to meet you Ms. straight Dusty." She looked at me, rolled her eyes and laughed.
* Her boobs jiggled when she laughed. I liked that.
"Let's get out of here and find a mixed couples establishment with a dance floor. Pick one you like that has a decent dance band."
"Ok, let's see if the Breakers still has their 50's band. The season's almost over but I think there playing for a few more weeks." she said.
*I liked her voice deep and husky. A real bedroom voice.
We made it to the Breakers, very posh. We were seated at a table near the dance floor. Over drinks Dusty mentioned that she had not had supper. Her friends dragged her out to meet me before she could eat.
Well that would never do. We got the waiter back and ordered the seafood special dinner for Dusty and a shrimp cocktail for me as I had already eaten.
We chatted as she ate and I found out that she was divorced with three grown children. She was a nurse with one of the local urologists and of course I had to ask if she was a member of the local Pecker Checkers Union. That got me a punch on the arm.
*Good. Physical contact of any kind is good.
She finished dinner and we drifted to the dance floor. It was a 50's band so almost all of the tunes were slow and romantic. We started out very properly, lead hands joined, my hand on her back and her hand on my shoulder.
*Very nice, but dull.
As it is with waltzes there are many opportunities to execute turns. Left turns, right turns big turns and little turns all giving the man justification for placing his leg between his partners legs.
*Very nice and sexy.
As I continued leading her through the turns I realized there was more and more pressure on my leg during each successive turn.
*I think she liked this game so lets push it a bit.
When the music was right I did a slow dip back. She came with me sliding her crotch firmly along my leg. When we recovered from the dip she said, "Wow...That was very sexy. I hope my dress doesn't have a damp spot on it."
"I don't see any." I said, "but maybe we should get out of here and check. I think I needed to check for spots too."
We walked arm in arm through the muggy, starlight gardens to the car. I opened her door, handed her in making sure she was comfortable and went around to the drivers side. I got in and we slid close on the front seat.
*No we didn't check for damp spots. We knew they were there.
We pressed close and talked about jobs, kids, retirement, hopes and dreams. The usual phony build up to trying to get laid. I asked her out for dinner the following night but she said she had to work the two following days. She needed to get home now so she could get up early in the morning and not look a mess.
*Bad luck but one more try.
"How about the following day, that's Saturday. The Pecker Checkers Union must give Saturdays off." I said.
"I thought you'd never ask." She grinned as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.
*Never happen. I turned my head and caught her full on the lips.
When our lips met she slid closer, turning and pressed herself against me, her leg draped over mine. I placed her hand on mine and moved our hands to her shoulder giving her control of where my hand went next.
As we held the kiss her hand retreated leaving mine stroking the side of her neck. When I looked she had moved her hand down and opened her modesty brooch. Her plunging neckline was pulled to the side exposing a delicious looking upturned breast. She was rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger while pushing up and squeezing her boob up with the rest of her fingers.
*It looked like she could use a little help.
I placed my palm on her tummy and just touching her, slowly slid my hand up toward the bottom of her boob. As I reached the sensitive skin just below her breast she sighed. She squeezed my hand and placed it where hers had been.
As we broke the kiss I asked, "Well, where's this going? Your place or mine?"
"Ooooh, damn, I'm afraid it's not going anywhere tonight. I've got to get home. Oh Lord, you sure did make my titty tingle. You have a special magic touch. God, my panties haven't been this soaked in a long time."
*I'll give it one more try.
I started to reach down to see if they really were soaked but she stopped me placing her hand over my solid shaft saying, "Please stop. Let's see what happens... Saturday."
Now my 'panties' were soaked too. The touch from her hand created a torrent of pre-cum. It was flowing out of my twitching cock. If I didn't know better I'd say I'd just cum.
*It's going to be a long two days.
Finally, six jerk offs and four cold showers later, Saturday arrived. I picked Dusty up from her house at 11am. Since we had no plans she told me to, "Just go, surprise me. " I drove out Southern Blvd. toward the big Lake O. destination Lion Country.
As we entered I explained Lion Country to her, "Lion Country is a safari park with animals of the Dark Continent who love to gawk at the beings in those small metal and glass things that keep passing by them. How silly for those beings to come here to be seen by all the animals." When I completed this commentary Dusty looked at me like I was from another planet.
"You really have an interesting view of the world, don't you?" she said while moving away from me.
