[This is the fifth chapter in the series HouseKeeping. It would be best if you could read first Chapters 1 through 4 so you can gain the benefit of knowing the backstory of Chapter 5 This chapter has a little more sex in it to please those who have been waiting for it. If you want a quick jerk-off story, this might work for you. But the story is still erotic as hell for those who enjoy erotic tension and voyeuristic pleasures. As always, please feel free to offer any feedback you want. And an author always values feedback from his readers.]
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The next few minutes were filled with men coming up to Kelsey, congratulating her and offering to buy her drinks. Several women walked over to compliment her on how she handled the situation. Each time someone came up to her, Kelsey would turn only slightly on her stool, enough to let the other person look into her blouse and stare at her gorgeous boobs. After almost ten minutes of this, the pub quieted down. I looked at Kelsey and noticed her breathing heavily. I leaned in and spoke quietly in her ear.
"You are really beginning to get into this exhibitionist thing, aren't you?" She turned to me and I tried so hard to look up and not down, and I noticed her eyes sparkled like I had never seen before.
"I am so wet," was all she said.
An hour later, we finished up our meal. Men called out words of appreciation as I paid and we left the pub. After holding the car door for her to get in, I walked around to the driver's side. As I sat down and closed the car door, I could smell her arousal. I didn't say anything, but her glance in my direction told me that she could smell it, too.
"I apologize if I embarrassed you tonight. That was so childish of me. I can't believe I responded to her challenge like that." Her words were quiet and she looked down at her lap as she spoke.
"Honey, stop right there. She was making a play for me, and she was challenging you to stop her. You did just that, and you did it wonderfully. I loved it. And I loved you for doing it."
Even as I spoke, I realized that the evening had affected me more than I would have expected. Something about Kelsey standing up to another woman's attempt to take me away, almost as if she were staking her claim, moved me deeply.
"It was obvious you liked it. You were hard the entire time!" She laughed as she spoke.
"Well, I have not had six beautiful boobs thrust in my face for a long time. What's not to like?" I laughed in return.
"Oh, so you think their boobs were beautiful, do you?" She was laughing, but not totally in humor. I realized that I was about to walk into dangerous territory, and I knew that I needed to answer carefully.
"Honey, you need to listen to me carefully. Most boobs are beautiful - all shapes and sizes aside, most boobs are beautiful. I love it that your boobs are far more beautiful than most. But that had nothing to do with what happened tonight. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I am here with you right now. I don't care what she looked like, or what she offered, I ALWAYS leave with the one I came with. That is a matter or honor with me, and it is the only courteous way to address a lady." I paused long enough to see that I apparently said the right thing. Then I added, "Besides, I was afraid you would kick my ass if I went home with them."
"You bastard!" she almost shouted, and I felt her fist strike my shoulder. But I was glad that I also heard her laughing. After several minutes of silence, Kelsey spoke.
"So, you really don't mind missing out on those young girls?" Her question seemed to be offered in jest, but I suspected that there was more beneath the surface.
"Honey, why would I leave with a girl when I could leave with a woman?" The sincerity in my voice was obvious, at least to me. I paused for a few seconds to consider what I wanted to say, and then continued.
"Honey, tonight did affect me, but not just with an erection."
"Okay, that was the third time you called me honey. Do it again and you owe me a ring." Her words were accompanied with laughter again, but, again, I knew there was more beneath the surface.
"Why would I marry you when I can munch on those gorgeous nipples every Monday and Friday?" The comment slipped out of my mouth before I thought about it.
"Hey, buddy, remember the stripper rules. I can touch you but you can't touch me." She punched me in the arm again.
"Seriously, Kelsey, I want to say something. I hadn't realized that I was using 'honey' until you pointed it out. But right now I feel like using the word, and it feels right to me. I am not sure how much more I want to say right now, but I wanted to say that." I found myself squirming in my seat. She responded.
"So you FEEL like using the word and it FEELS like it's right. I am not sure how to take that, and definitely not sure what to say about it."
"Actually," I quietly returned, "I am not sure either." I let the conversation drop for a few minutes, until she interrupted the silence.
"Well, you might want to GET sure, because we are almost to your house. You might start with deciding if you are going to let me jump in my car and go home, or if you are going to invite me in for a drink." A little bit of that strength she had shown at the pub returned in her words, but they only echoed what was going through my head at the moment.
I paused for just a moment, and then responded.
"Honey, would you like to come in and have a drink with me? And I think I can find a snack, too, if you want."
She smiled at me and didn't need to say a word.
After I invited her in for a drink, there was silence in the car for the rest of the ride home. She didn't speak and I didn't speak. I didn't know what she was thinking about, but I sure as hell knew what I was thinking about!
