It was just another lunch time, or so I thought. Lunch usually consisted of munching on a sandwich while I dealt some black jack for fun. I suppose an explanation is in order before I continue. The shop has lunch nearly an hour before the office and engineering staff, so we pretty much have the break room to ourselves, we, being the engineers, administrative staff, which are mostly women, and secretaries. Most of them eat at their desks, except three secretaries and myself. Occasionally one of the other ladies will join our small group, but not often. At forty, I am by far the oldest of the group, and am the only man. If I didn't need the break from the constantly ringing phone, I'd probably eat at my desk like most of the other engineers.
As it was, the three, very cute in my book, secretaries, sat and chatted, sometimes including me in the conversation, sometimes not. More times than not they seemed to talk about things that most men would find either embarrassing or stimulating, if you know what I mean. They seemed to delight in seeing how big of a bulge in my pants they could create. I'm sure my wife wondered why some days I would be trying to get into her pants well before bedtime!
A few weeks ago the ladies went to a casino and fell in love with blackjack, and talked me into spending my lunch time with them, dealing hands. I had to say I was getting pretty good at it. Today was really just a normal day, except for the conversation. Today they seemed to be really intent on trying to fuck with my mind while I dealt.
"So, anyway, Donna went to that new boutique south of town. She was going to get a bikini wax because she bought this cute little negligee for her anniversary." Angie said. Angie was the oldest of the three, being about twenty- eight or so, with a well formed body sporting a pair of easily C- cup tits that she loved to display with low cut tops. She had long slim legs that she showed to perfection, rarely wearing anything but mini-skirts, even on cold winter days.
"So, did her hubby like it?" Trina asked, after she motioned for me to hit her. Trina was a very petite woman, barely into her twenties with a definite oriental heritage. She was a bit more reserved than Angie, wearing more conservative skirts, but usually with form- fitting tops that accentuated her B- cup tits. I really would have loved to see what she looked like naked.
"Oh, the girl at the boutique talked her into a complete shave! Her husband was so turned on when he saw her in it all shaved, that he sucked and fucked her for three hours!" Angie said with a grin.
"No shit?" Jennifer asked. Jenifer was the most reserved, just turning twenty four and generally wearing a much more conservative wardrobe. I had little idea what her body looked like, other than she had a reasonably nice- sized pair of tits that were always hidden well inside a practically industrial strength bra. It was hard to tell how much was formed by her and how much was hidden by the bra. She had fairly long blond hair and slim hips and legs. I suspected that she was a very hot- looking woman if she would ever wear anything to show it. "I wish my husband would fuck me for three hours. All he wants to play with are his golf balls!"
"So why don't you go get shaved?" Angie asked. "You could do it for your birthday this weekend and surprise him. I hear guys really go for eating bald pussy! Don't they, Mike?" she asked, looking straight at me.
They spent significant amounts of time teasing the hell out of me, with Angie seeming to take the lead. I had two ways to go, I could turn red and try to duck it, or I could fight fire with fire. "I don't know. I haven't ever eaten a bald pussy. My wife has a nice curly bush," I replied, deciding to fight fire with fire.
"Well, we could fix that!" Trina said, standing up. She started to pull her skirt up. "Or not!" she said with a wink, dropping the hem the two inches she had pulled it up, before sitting back down.
"Oh, you are so bad!" Angie said with a laugh.
"Hey. Not nice to tease..." I said as I dealt out another hand.
"No, it's not. But you didn't answer the question either." Trina replied.
"Ok. If that's how you want it." I said with a grin. " A pussy is a pussy. They all taste good. Especially when you're licking up between a sweet set of lips. But no hair? It would certainly be fun to try!"
"See?" Angie said to Jennifer. "There's a hot guy's opinion. You should go get shaved."
"I hardly get undressed anywhere other than my bedroom. There's no way I could ever get undressed in front of a stranger and allow them to shave me." Jennifer said, shaking her head slowly.
"Come on, it's not that bad. I've had my boyfriends shave me before." Trina said. "It's fun. They shave you smooth and then lick your sweet pussy until you cum! Oh, God!" she said, looking at the ceiling and pressing a hand between her legs, apparently remembering the sensations.
"I don't think that's exactly how it works at the boutique!" Angie said, giving Trina's shoulder a gentle shove. "Although it does sound pretty sexy! I really think you should do it. Surprise your husband, maybe he won't find the golf green quite so interesting."
"I just couldn't. You'd have to tie me up and drag me in there naked!" Jennifer replied.
"We can arrange that!" Trina said.
"Not on your life!" Jennifer said vehemently.
"Oh, sure. You just need some help!" Angie said. "What are friends for?"
"Yeah, like I really need friends like that!"
"Hey, we'll come over Saturday morning and take you. Piece of cake!" Angie said with a grin.
"No way! It ain't happening." Jennifer said.
"Ok... you like to gamble. Tell you what. Next hand, if mine is higher than yours, you go!" Angie said.
"Oh, right. And if you lose? You what, don't take me?"
"I think if she loses SHE should have to get shaved." Trina said with a grin.
"No, better yet, both of you have to go! And I'll just stand there and watch, with both of you naked the whole time!" Jennifer said, clearly hoping to up the ante way too high for them.
"Done!" Trina said.
