Several months have gone by since Mrs. Schmitt had stopped by to cook for me and have wanton sex. I figured that it had been a one of a kind type of thing and I didn't really know how to deal with it. Anyway, a few weeks after her visit, I got involved with a young lady I met at school and for a while and sort of put the prior Mrs. Schmitt episode out of my mind. After all as a forty-something she is twenty years my senior.
Then out of the blue I get an email from Mrs. Schmitt in which she acts as if we still have nothing more in common than that her son and I had been childhood chums. In the email she indicates that she might be shopping in the area with a friend who I might find interesting. We exchanged a few more messages and then agreed that on one Saturday in April, I would meet her and her friend at the nearby shopping mall.
When the day arrived, I was feeling somewhat foolish about going and actually considered not showing up at all. I was dating someone but nothing serious. Anyway, I figured I could think of some way to escape if things turned out to be weird or something; it was definitely safer than meeting at the house.
I went to the mall food court at 1pm after getting a coffee to relax and kill time. Finally about 15 minutes after the planned meeting time, Mrs. Schmitt and her lady friend walk in. Her friend is not bad looking, dirty blond hair, in a sort of "big hair" style. It seems to suit her as does her jean jacket, heels and skirt ensemble. Mrs. Schmitt has on a dress, nice jewelry and is all done up. Kathy Templeton, Mrs. Schmitt's friend, is in her early to mid thirties, has a pretty smile, she is pleasantly plump with nice hips though not much of a bust line. Both ladies smell wonderfully of perfume. Now I wish I had put on cologne in addition to just throwing on jeans and a sweater.
After introductions and small talk, it is decided that I will accompany them for some clothes shopping. I have strong suspicions that this friend is also an exhibitionist as I already know Mrs. Schmitt is.
We go to the ladies dress department at Penney's. The dressing room is pretty busy so does not afford much opportunity for Mrs. Schmitt to show off. She does manage to walk through the middle of the changing booths in only bra and panties; I think the busyness prevented her from being bolder. From where I was outside, I could steal an occasional look into the common space between the individual changing booths. Kathy like Mrs. Schmitt walks through but has upped the ante by removing her bra; her pretense has been to try on blouses without having her bra show. I am happy for the show.
Due to the crowding, I don't think this arrangement really suited Mrs. Schmitt so we opted to go to the ladies shoe department.
"Why don't you sit across from us so that you can get a better view?" Mrs. Schmitt suggests. Her intent is very thinly veiled but Kathy acts as if this arrangement is not in any way unusual.
A salesman comes by to offer assistance. Mrs. Schmitt asks him to get her some pumps -three different styles and Ms. Templeton asks for two different pairs of heels. With each pair the ladies carelessly (intentionally) allows her skirt to bunch up and her legs to part. Neither has on stockings and it soon becomes apparent that they have carefully selected their silkier panties. Mrs. Schmitt's silk panties cling to the folds of her outer lips. Kathy's thong panties likewise produce a distinctive camel toe appearance when she moves her legs.
My mind is racing as I considered that these ladies had planned this show especially for me. I can't figure out how Mrs. Schmitt has come to be so friendly with this younger woman, but I am determined to try to find out.
At last the ladies decide to purchase some of the shoes they have tried and we decide to stop by a restaurant bar to get a drink. We drink a few beers and begin to converse.
"So how do you two know each other?" I ask.
"Met on vacation," Kathy replies.
"That's cool; I doubt many people who meet on vacation ever become friends. Where'd you go?"
"We met at a resort center," Mrs. Schmitt volunteers.
I still have no idea where or what they had done on this vacation but I decide to leave it alone. "So you live in the area, Kathy?" I ask.
"Not exactly, I live in Alabama, just happened to be on training for work and I decided to stay an extra night."
"That's nice."
We continue the small talk and by the end of the conversation I have discovered that Kathy has been divorced for five years. She is tired of the rat race and is becoming a "free spirit" to use her words. I am later to discover just how "free".
After a few drinks, we decide to settle the bill. As Ms. Templeton opens her purse I spy a very phallic vibrator, realistic down to balls and veins in her purse. I say, "Excuse me but is that what I think it is?"
"Even divorcees have needs," she blandly responds.
"Needs... What sort of needs?" I innocently ask.
"I think you know, Eva told me you are a very discreet, clean-cut young man who appreciates larger women" she huskily replies.
My mouth goes dry as I'm not sure where this is heading, "Well, I certainly appreciate Mrs. Schmitt saying that," I carefully respond.
"Eva says that you REALLY appreciated her. Do you think you could appreciate a slightly less voluptuous woman?"
"You and Mrs. Schmitt are both very attractive women, I certainly can appreciate that," I safely respond. I am so nervous I am barely holding myself together; I decide to temporarily retreat. "If you'll please excuse me, I need to use the rest room," I state as I quickly exit the cashier area.
Ms. Templeton and Mrs. Schmitt look at each other conspiratorially as I exit and speak to each other in hushed whispers. I suspect they are interested in taking their teasing a little further.
Once in the lavatory, I stand before the sink and splash water on my face, check my hair and try to clear my head and decide what to do next. After using the urinal, I continue my pondering while washing my hands and staring into the mirror. These women are horny – I just hope I can handle this. I decide that I will invite them back to the house and let them decide what will happen next. I am not sure if they are playing with me or if they really want action; I figure I can try getting them back to the house – otherwise I am going to seriously need to jack off.
I return to the ladies who by that time have stepped into the mall corridor. Before I can suggest anything, Mrs. Schmitt says, "You know Brad, I think Kathy would like to show you a movie she brought along that she thinks you will enjoy."
"Fortunately for all of us, my roommate is out of town at a wedding," I volunteer.
Thus it is decided that we will go back to my house. They will follow me in Mrs. Schmitt's car. Mrs. Schmitt is distinctly pleased that we will not be interrupted.
I go through the mandatory house tour and as we get to the kitchen, Kathy asks, "Do you have any beer?"
I answer that I do have some cold Budweiser in the fridge.
She accepts a beer and then we go out to the living room.
"So what sort of movie did you bring?"
"Well it is sort of a personal one I took on vacation a while back."
"Ok, that would be great."
"Do you mind if I use your bath first?"
"No not at all," I quickly respond.
Kathy comes out of the bathroom and then Mrs. Schmitt follows suit. I didn't realize until later that the bathroom stop was their contrived excuse for removing their panties.
When we get out to the living room, Kathy pulls a video out of her purse. It has a hand-written title on it that reads "Hedonism II – 2003". She starts up the video which is apparently a home movie. When the movie starts rolling, there are scenes through a car windshield and then of walking up to a building with signs nearby that read: "Beware – clothing optional beyond this point."
"This is where Eva and I met," Kathy offered. "Since she and Nick separated, she has been trying new things."
I couldn't believe it. I knew the marriage had never been great so that wasn't too surprising but apparently Mrs. Schmitt was trying new sexually oriented things in very new ways! It was wild to think about Mrs. Schmitt indulging her obvious exhibitionist streak at a nudist resort.
As the footage progressed, the scene changed to a pool area. People of all types were lying out in the nude or standing around in the pool. No one seemed the least bit concerned about being taped.
As the scene rolled on and the camera panned around, Mrs. Schmitt suggested, "Could you adjust the tracking and fast forward a bit?"
The suggestion seemed unnecessary but I realized that she was probably just playing with me, knowing that I would need to get down on the floor in order to adjust the tracking.
"Okay," I answered.
I got down on the floor to feign adjusting the already clear tracking. Then I glanced over my shoulder to inquire, "Is that better?"
Both ladies had parted their legs enough to not look like they were doing so with blatant intent but enough that I could see that neither had on any panties under their skirts.
Kathy responded, "That seems better; maybe you could adjust the color a bit, it seems too yellow to me."
I was sure this was just another ploy. From my quick glimpse up her skirt, it appeared that Kathy liked to shave everything off. Her slit was bald. Mrs. Schmitt had closely cropped hair on her pussy, short enough not to obscure any of her slit either. Yet still I wasn't sure that they had any more in mind than just teasing the living shit out of me.
After tinkering a while longer, I looked back up at them again. Mrs. Schmitt has hiked her skirt up further and has her right hand on her inner thigh; it looked to me like she wants to touch her moistening honey pot but is still trying to act like nothing is going on. Kathy has stayed in roughly the same state that she was in before.
"Can you advance the movie, sweetie?" Mrs. Schmitt inquires.
"Sure, just say when," I answer.
Mrs. Schmitt stops me at a totally different scene. It appears that they are in a billiard room and there are two nude men and two nude women playing eight ball. One of the women is Mrs. Schmitt! I can't believe it! Her large globes hang down as she lines up a shot. The guy behind her seems to be sizing up her rump and possibly observing her moist quim.
"Mrs. Schmitt?!" I blurt out, "Is that you?"
"Yes, that's me. Do I look like a good pool player, Bradley?"
"You look like you definitely are ready to get something in the hole," I respond.
Mrs. Schmitt gives me a knowing look. "Oh, well, maybe I did, I'll never tell," was her quasi-confession.
"Why don't we advance again to another section?" Kathy suggests.
"Okay, more hot footage of Mrs. Schmitt?" I ask.
"Something like that. Why don't you come up here and sit between us? Don't you have a remote?" Kathy responds.
I pick up the remote and walk over to the couch. I sit between the two women and advance the video through blurred images of more pool playing and then an outdoor scene. At last the footage appears to be in a bar and it is night. Kathy asks me to back up and play at normal speed. Shortly thereafter a scene comes up where Mrs. Schmitt has her arm around Kathy and both are clearly topless and probably naked.
A man's voice comes on; apparently it is the cameraman. He asks, "So ladies, I see that you have become friends. Are you enjoying your stay?"
"Oh yes," Kathy replies.
"And you?"
