After our bath, which by the way is a favorite activity of mine, I excused my self from Marie and Carol and went in search of Louise. I located her in the kitchen, where else? We drafted a check for the carpeting and I returned to find Marie and Carol sitting at the bar, in the den, smoking. Both women were naked and had their heads wrapped in a towel, which I have discovered, is standard operating procedure for the female gender following a shampoo. They looked ridiculous, to me. Although, I was still walking around with a towel tucked around my waist.
I presented the check to Carol and thanked her for an exciting afternoon.
"I hope it won't be the last time," she said.
"Oh, I'm sure that it won't be," Marie told her.
I poured a Scotch and stayed behind the bar. Carol sat with one elbow on the bar, her arm and hand raised, holding her cigarette up between her fingers. Her other arm rested on the bar, crossed in front of her tits. Her manicured fingers idly fondled and rolled a fat nipple. I reached across the bar, tweaked her other nipple, and stared into her eyes. I increased the pressure on her nipple and her eyes opened perceptibly. She increased the manipulation of her own nipple. I held her puffy bud firmly with my thumb and forefinger, tightening down even more. She started to flush high on her cheeks and the color bloomed across her face. Her breath quickened and tiny beads of perspiration formed on her lip as I pinched her now glowing nipple. Her fingers had mirrored mine as she was squeezing herself with equal force.
"I'm going to cum," she whispered and closed her eyes. The heat swept through her, turning her blushing face to a much deeper shade of red and sending convulsions from deep within her womb. Carol stiffened, her breath hissing through her teeth, as she rode the wave of orgasmic sensation.
I leaned across the bar and kissed the sexy older woman wetly on the lips. I said, "I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon. I'll be calling for more carpet for Camille's offices, and the video studio will require a sizable amount of carpet."
"I'll look forward to hearing from you soon," she gasped.
I stepped from behind the bar and gave Marie a soft kiss and bid them a fond farewell and returned to the kitchen to commiserate with Louise.
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Louise was sitting on the balcony. The sun was low on the horizon. I realized it was after eight o'clock. I sat my drink on the table and pulled a chair up and sat close to Louise. We watched as Dennis' mother drove up to the boathouse and climbed out of her car. She was wearing skin tight, shiny pants, high heels and a sheer blouse, through which her red bra was clearly visible. Even though we were over two hundred feet away, we surmised she had a fuck me look in her eye as she mounted the stairs to the apartment.
"Jesus, Cool," Louise said. "We've got them all around us, don't we?"
"So it seems," I answered.
Camille joined us and we ate chicken for dinner. I allowed as tomorrow would be a busy day and went to bed shortly thereafter.
Dennis, Camille, Louise, Marie and I spent Sunday moving the furniture out of the apartment in preparation for the impending carpet installation. It went quickly and by two o'clock we were ready. I mentioned to Dennis and Marie that this would be a good time to practice our music and the rest of the day was spent in the sound studio.
We worked on three-part harmony to our original songs and also variations in harmonies on some of the popular folk music we liked to play. I was becoming excited about the quality of our music and decided it was time to look toward producing an album and perhaps promoting a single. Marie had talked to people in Jacksonville and we agreed that we should invite them to The White Lion this next weekend to hear us and give us an opinion. Marie was to act as spokesperson and make the arrangements.
Monday dawned with activities taking place all around the place. Dennis and Roger were busy in the video room readying the cameras to be tested and Camille and Louise were frantically moving everything out of the housekeeper's apartment. Gerald was on his way to the lumberyard with a long list of materials, to get the renovations of Camille's offices under way. I found Marie standing in her kitchen, smoking a cigarette and flipping the ashes in the sink.
"Do you believe that Carol?" she asked as I entered the room.
"She's just like you said, unpredictable as the wind," I answered.
"She's even more depraved than I am," she said
"Aw shit, Marie, she's just a horny old broad that likes to play it nasty," I explained.
"I suppose you're right. I certainly have no room to talk about depravity. I wrote the book." Marie lamented. "I hope they get all this carpet done today so I can put my stuff away."
"Don't worry, I'll stay and help you if it takes all night," I told her.
"You're my rock," she said.
The gate buzzer sounded a few minutes after eleven and we were overrun with carpet installers. Three young black men and two older white guys attacked the old carpet and had it all torn out and carried downstairs in record time. Each load down resulted in a roll of new carpeting getting carried up. They started laying in the bedrooms and moved forward to the living room and by six o'clock they had finished all but the final touches and pickup. A young black man, named Isaiah, remained after the others had departed to finish the seaming in the doorways and complete the remainder of the cleanup. Isaiah was a big strapping lad of some two hundred twenty pounds, well over six feet tall and very soft-spoken. He was polite and seemed like a really nice guy. He wore short cut-off jeans and a muscle shirt and his bulging arms and shoulders gave him the appearance of a muscle builder.
Marie had been keeping close tabs on Isaiah all afternoon and it was obvious she had set her sights on adding him to her list of conquests. She had busied herself with the task of bringing her possessions back into the apartment and when young Isaiah completed his carpet work, she offered to pay him to help me carry the heavier pieces of furniture in from the balcony. He readily agreed and with his able assistance the project went much quicker than we had anticipated.
It was warm work and soon we were all sweating from the exertion. Marie was wearing a tank top and her nipples became very evident as the thin material became damper. Young Isaiah started to take notice of the erotic nature of Marie's exaggerated buds. The young man's black skin was sleek and shining from his own perspiration. I could see the outline of his huge cock as it lengthened down the leg of his shorts. Marie had noticed his package too. She was staring blatantly.
We carried the last piece in and Marie disappeared into the kitchen and returned with three cold beers. Isaiah sat on the sofa, I landed in a big leather chair, and Marie perched on the arm of the sofa, opposite Isaiah. She sat with one foot on the floor, the other on the cushion of the sofa, facing toward Isaiah. He had a clear look directly between her spread legs at the crotch of her shorts, which were pulled fully into the lips of her pussy. His long erection extended nearly out the bottom of the leg of his shorts. He appeared to be rather uncomfortable sitting here looking between Marie's legs and her staring at his rigid prick.
Marie sat her beer on the floor and stood up. She walked to where Isaiah sat and reached down with her finger to trace the length of his member through the cloth. If it was possible, he grew even longer. Just the tip of his cock lifted the leg of his shorts and exposed itself to our sight and he groaned deeply with her electric touch.
"Look. Lady," Isaiah rasped, "I don't need no trouble. I just want my money so I can leave."
