Friday
When I woke up the phone was blinking with a message at reception. Adelaide had made arrangements for a spa treatment and would meet me for drinks later that afternoon. After spending a quiet day around town, I returned to the hotel to shower and change.
Entering the lounge, I spotted Nancy and Adelaide sitting at a table near the back of the room. I joined them with some trepidation. As I listened to their recap of their spa day, my mind went into overdrive. Call it paranoia but they were holding something back and I hated being on the outside of some kind of 'in joke'.
Like others we dressed comfortably and carried jackets in case the weather changed. The country club had old charm with a new look. Everything was immaculate. The lounge provided the option of being outdoors or in and the expanse of green led to a stand of trees some hundred feet from the clubhouse. Uniformed waiters lent a note of formality like no other barbecue that I had attended.
Nancy stood to the side of the bar while Bob sat front and center with a drink in his hand. He gave us a courtesy wave but seemed more interested in his drink than company or conversation. Nancy and Adelaide must have collaborated on their choice of clothing. Both wore pastel pink shorts with a pale blue top. Adelaide wore a blouse while Nancy wore a loose fitting sweater that hid her charms.
Looking at the two of them I could not resist doing a comparison. Nancy oozed sexuality. I knew what lay under that top but if I hadn't her long shapely legs and flirtatious manner would have been captivating. Adelaide was shorter and had much smaller breasts but her smooth shaven legs reminded me of our last encounter at her home. Her ass was still a turn on for me. It begged for attention as it swayed provocatively when she walked.
Adelaide continued to renew acquaintances, moving effortlessly from group to group. I chatted with a couple of strangers but soon gave up on attempts to find weather a fascinating topic of conversation.
"If only there was some way to spice things up around here." I turned to find Nancy standing by my corner table near the outdoor bar.
I smiled.
"How about getting me a martini?"
I returned to the table with our drinks and stared meaningfully first at her chest and then her crotch. "Where would you like your drink?"
She laughed saying, "For now how about in my hand."
Adelaide came by to introduce me to another pair of septuagenarians just as our host announced that dinner would be served in ten minutes. We were given the choice of staying outdoors or moving into the dining room. We opted to move indoors.
We were seated with two other couples who were pleasant but talked about people and places with which I was completely unfamiliar. Adelaide tried to draw me into the conversation but my contributions were limited to questions and long bouts of silence. Once the meal ended I got up to get us a brandy from the bar. By the time I returned the table was empty. I noticed Adelaide on the far side of the room. When we had eye contact, she gave a shrug telling that told me it wasn't her idea to move. I nodded, smiled and left the room.
I took my coffee out to the patio. Sipping the brandy I enjoyed the night air and the relative quiet. Workers were setting up speakers for a dance that starting in an hour. I could not imagine that we would be able to slip away before the music started.
I drained my brandy and carried the one for Adelaide with me as I strolled along a path further away from the clatter of tables being cleared. The next thing I knew Nancy had taken my arm and had fallen into step beside me. We walked in silence for the next couple of minutes. I was aware of the bounce of her breasts on my arm as we meandered down the path.
Without realizing it, we had taken a circular path that led us back to the parking lot. The club lay before us through stands of birches that lined the promenade. My resolve to keep a low profile was tested when she moved her arm around my waist pulling me into contact with the heat from her breast. We were halfway down the path, when my resolve slipped away. Taking her by the arm, I moved off the path past a stand of birches into a secluded sitting area.
My hand travelled under her sweater to cup her full breasts over her lace bra as her hands massaged my tented pants. As her front clasp released her bare breasts, my fly opened and her hand touched me inside my shorts. Our heavy breathing and her moans all but drowned out the voices and music coming from the club.
With her back against a tree, I pulled her shorts down with a quick tug. My hand explored between her legs over a patch of pink silk. Her hands were busy freeing my raging prick from my shorts. I could feel the dampness of my precum as it coated her hand that was sliding up and down my shaft. I moved her panties to the side to touch her bare mound.
A couple was passing by us only ten feet away. We turned against the tree, keeping it between us and the passers by. As the couple move on, we renewed our feverish groping.
I stepped back discarding my shorts. Her breasts rose and fell, pale save for the red raised by my eager fingers. Her nipples poked proudly forward dark brown against her pale skin. She had an athletic flat stomach giving way to generous hips. Her legs long and tapered were spread slightly. Her crotch was completely bare.