This is the third story of Shane's first week away from the constraints of a 'normal' life. Please read the first two chapters before getting into this one.
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I awoke Thursday morning to an old sight, one I had missed for a couple of years. In the middle of the bed, a spire rose impressively and thought to myself that having a couple of twenty somethings around wasn't all that bad an idea after all. Just wish that Ginny had Bianca's body. I had spent most of my adult life with the county fair queen body type, and I had no intention of doing so again. I wanted short, petite, and a hard damn body.
Rolling out of bed I sighed and looked at the clock then dressed to go hit the elliptical at the complex's weight room. Climbing on I set the resistance to about half and began. I had worked up a thin sheen of sweat and was cooling off when Ginny walked into the weight room. She didn't say anything to me which I found curious as she crossed the weight room to the machine across the way from me and sat there, her beautiful eyes on me the whole time.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded silently and I could see her swallow a time or two. She was wearing a sports bra, shorts, and a pair of sandals. Her legs were spread slightly as she sat there, opening and closing rhythmically and after a couple of minutes I realized that she closed them on the second left step on the machine, and opened on the following right footfall.
I finished up and walked over to her. I tilted her head up and kissed her gently, my tongue flicking across her lips. "Do you want to talk about what happened last night?"
Ginny's head shook a no, and she said, "Last night was beautiful, thank you, sir, for it."
I cupped her face and whispered, "You are welcome, I am happy that you enjoyed it so. I need to hit the wet sauna. Want to come along?"
Ginny shook her head no again and said, "Will I see you later, sir?" Her eyes had a silent pleading to them that was exciting and compelling. It was also at that moment when my cock which had been behaving leapt forward, instantly hard.
I swallowed and shook my head, "No, Ginny, unfortunately I have a meeting tonight and it will let out very late. Normally around 11:00 pm."
She smiled wanly and leaned her head against my stomach. Her hands were flush against my thighs and she ran them up under my shorts, then around the back, clasping onto my ass cheeks and whispered, "That's okay, sir. You are coming tomorrow night, right?"
I nodded and said softly, "Yes, what should I bring? Where is it?"
Ginny rubbed her cheek along my stomach, and for a second the conflicting thoughts of "I wish my stomach were harder" and "Oh, how about a little lower" bounced through my head. She whispered, "Bring nothing, and it will be in the pool area." With a quick squeeze of my ass cheeks and a kiss on my navel, she was gone.
I watched her full ass in those oh so tight shorts for a moment and then headed into the wet sauna. Laying my towel out at the far end, I laid on it, cock pointing straight up in the air, creating a tent of the cotton shorts. Closing my eyes, I laid there and a couple of minutes later, my pecker eased itself into that state of confusion it has been in for the last three plus days. Should it be hard? Should it be soft? Okay stay halfway, just in case.
I felt more than heard the door open, a gust of cold air sweeping the steam and heat aside, leaving me shuddering momentarily. I heard whoever it was settle into the corner near my feet and wondering at the curious position they chose, opened my eyes to see who it was.
Raising up on elbows, I saw Alex sitting there. She was wearing what appeared to be a bikini bottom and one of the thinnest white tee shirts I have seen this side of the Bahamas where you can get those 4 for $10. She wasn't wearing a sports bra today, her heavy tits clearly visible through the diaphanous shirt. She had enormous areolas; they appeared to be the size of a saucer from where I was lounging. The nipples were disappointingly small at this point, but wondered how big they would get if played with.
Alex's eyes were on my crotch and hadn't moved as I looked at her. "Take off the shirt." I said. Her eyes finally moved from my crotch to mine and she began raising the tee shirt. It was an excruciatingly slow process, a tease that a woman could do, not something a child could pull off. My cock rose in response at nearly the same pace. The higher she went the harder it got. She got the hem as high as her nipples and stopped. My cock was sticking out the bottom of my shorts and hard as iron.
She sat there staring at me, her hands trembling. "I can't," she said, tears flowing from her eyes. "M-my..:
"You are married?" I asked.
Alex nodded and then bolted from the sauna the door slamming open and then shut. I spent a frustrated moment sitting there and then sighed and got up, heading back to the apartment. Letting myself in, I picked up the black berry and saw that I had a photo text from a number I didn't recognize. It was a close up of a pussy. The labia spread wide open; I could see juice glistening off of the lips. It was completely shaved, and not one I had seen before. No tattoos, no hair, nothing to go on.
The message with it was "Want some?"
I smiled and sent back, "Need more to decide."
I showered, shaved, ate and dressed in a dark blue suit with a red tie, and headed out the door to go downtown. As I passed the girls apartment, I thought about stopping by for a moment and then decided against it. Opening the garage and getting into my BMW my nose was nearly overwhelmed by Ginny's aroma. My cock responded almost immediately and hardened, pressing against the fabric of my slacks. As nice as it smelled, I knew that it would be something else by the end of the day in the hot Texas sun. I rolled the windows down and headed downtown, spending half the day in court, watching and listening.
By noon I knew that this would not be how I spent my retirement from Chuck and his office. As interesting as it was, the pace was slow and the points of law they argued were the same points that we argued back at UT.
I grabbed a bite to eat at one of the diners downtown pondering how I was going to spend the rest of the afternoon. I thought about stopping by one of Ben's dealerships to see if he was around, and decided against it. I knew I would see him in a couple of days.
I got back into my geriatric M5 and took off, haltingly worked my way through Houston's rotten traffic. I arrived at the apartment building to see Bianca and Ginny in the swimming pool along with a handful of other women. They were all huddled together at one side of the pool, heads all tilted in toward one another and they were whispering away. I wondered to myself if it was possible that Ginny would be telling them about what happened last night, and the flush on her face when she saw me indicated that yes, she was. Alex was one of the women and then three others I did not know. Two of the three I didn't know were Mexican American's and the third was a willowy blonde.
At Ginny's blush all of the other women looked my way, most smiled, while one of the Mexican Americans waved at me. I smiled and waved at the group in general as I headed inside.
I fixed myself a drink then a knock on the door drew my attention. Opening the door Bianca came in her pert tits encased by a bikini and a towel wrapped around her waist. Her face was set in an expression that indicated she wasn't happy about something.
"I thought you promised not to let her come last night." Bianca blurted out.
I looked at her a moment and waited. She stood there her jaw firm in her self righteous anger, and I shrugged. "Yes," I said, "I let her cum; as I would have allowed you to do so as well." I took her by the elbow and steered her toward the couch and stopped her in front of it.
"She earned that orgasm, plain and simple. I would let her have it again. If you saw how happy she was last night, you would be absolutely ashamed of yourself right now."
Bianca looked at me and whispered, "You are taking her side against me?"
"No, I am not taking sides," I said, "But
you
are being a baby." I stood and looked at her a moment and then said, "Strip." The look of shock on her face was priceless and worth the price of admission. Her eyes locked onto mine and for a moment a test of wills ensued as she tried to stare me down, and then her eyes lowered to the floor and she removed her bathing suit.
My eyes traveled over her body slowly, my cock rising as my eyes lowered. I could see her nipples were hard, her breathing was fast and shallow. Her legs were spread slightly apart, I guessed so her thighs would not rub together. I couldn't help myself; walking up to her, I ran a finger along her slit, flicking it across her clit hood. Bianca moaned and thrust her hip forward slightly. The feel of her slight body reacting to my touch was intoxicating, hardening my shaft nearly instantly.