Unexpected New Pleasure Ch 04

Unexpected New Pleasure Ch. 04 Taco Tuesday

The glossy 8 X10 picture seemed to come alive in my hand. There was Beth topless, leaning over the engine bay of the 1950 Mercury Coupe. The engine compartment shimmered in Candy Apple Red. The engine itself sparkled in the light, chromed and painted it was stunning. But what I was looking at was Beth. She was topless, A red bandana tying her hair up, one hand on the carburetor and the other holding a screwdriver in her pressed lightly against her cheek, a "come hither" smile on her face as she looked over the engine at the camera. And there in the center of the picture were her two beautiful breasts, hanging down. They were full and creamy, white in contrast to the engine. Her breast hung perfectly naturally from her chest. They were capped by her stiff nipples that begged to be suckled.

I licked my lips as I stared at the picture. Captivated, consumed, flushed with desire, taunted by the siren call of her breasts. The smile that beckoned me to lean in to kiss her, the eyes sparkling with mischievous intent. The whole picture was sexual, playful, and erotic all at the same time.

Earlier in the day

Taco Tuesday dawned bright and sunny, like my mood. I made my coffee and sat on the back patio while I sipped at the steaming mug. My senses enjoyed the smell of the morning and the light wind that danced through the trees. My thoughts played back over yesterday's "meeting" with Beth. She had shared that her husband Larry and her were exploring and expanding their sexual experiences. While they had always been very sexual, they had discovered over the past few years that they enjoyed a naturalist lifestyle and that it had included some soft swing gatherings. She indicated that they hadn't joined into swinging actively there, but that they were curious. On Saturday night they had invited me to participate in their first foray into this new adventure. Following a wonderful meal and great conversation, Larry had asked me to dance with Beth since he was wearing an orthopedic boot on his foot. In sending me pictures of our dancing he also sent me a picture of his wife holding her breast out to me, well technically to him in the picture. From there things had escalated to an invitation back to their room. With Larry sitting in the corner watching, Beth had displayed her bountiful breasts to me and then took out my cock and gave me a mind blowing, knee shaking orgasm with her obviously highly skilled lips, tongue, and mouth.

Yesterday, Beth explained how she and Larry had arrived at that moment and their desire to explore this further with me. We had "sealed the deal" so to speak with a highly erotic shared masturbation session that left both of us spent and also eager for what might be ahead. Tonight, after work I was to join her and Larry for "Taco Tuesday" at their favorite Mexican restaurant. From there we would see where things would take us.

Just thinking back over these past several days and all the new things I had experienced brought my cock to attention as it was also eager to explore what might lay ahead. But before things could progress tonight, I needed to get up, get dressed, and get to work. I also needed to find out where and when we were meeting for supper. A small detail that had not been shared with me as of yet.

Arriving at work I again didn't see Beth in the hall. I checked over my calendar for the day and set to work. While my mind didn't wander as much as yesterday, I was still wondering when Beth might let me know the details. Just before lunch a company courier brought an interoffice manila envelope. Glancing at the outside I saw that it had come from Beth. Opening it I found a note and a Ziploc bag. The note read, "I kept one handkerchief as a souvenir and am giving you the other. Guess which one you got." "PS. Papa' Grande's at 7pm." Looking at the Ziploc bag I could see what I hoped was the handkerchief she used to clean herself up with the day before. Opening it I could detect the musky smell of her orgasm and it instantly brought my cock to attention. I smiled as I sealed the bag back up and placed it in my desk drawer along with the note. I took out a note pad and pulled off a sheet of paper. I quickly wrote a note back to her confirming the receipt of the message and carried the envelope with the note out to the administrator's desk and dropped it in the out box. Smiling I went to the cafeteria to get a light lunch.

I parked my car outside of Papa' Grande's and wondered which was their car as I made my way into the restaurant. It was busy as most Taco Tuesday nights were. Papa's was noted for their good food, and a fun atmosphere. Walking into the restaurant I scanned the crowd for Larry and Beth. I saw them waving at me from a booth along the side. I slid into the booth across from them. They already had their drinks and chips and salsa. The waitress who was wearing a Papa' Grande's Tee Shirt that said, "Ready to 'taco' walk on the Wild Side?" quickly took my drink order. When she returned, she placed my drink down and asked, "Are you ready to pick out the tacos you want to eat tonight?"

"I already picked mine," Larry said with a big smile while glancing at Beth. She laughed and jokingly replied, "Well it is Taco Tuesday, although you don't seem to need to wait till Tuesday for your favorite desert." The waitress and I flushed red at their banter and laughed along with Larry, who responded, "I know what I like. But before we get to that I will take 3 fish tacos." The giggles continued. Beth spoke up, "I will take 3 Al Pastor tacos." The waitress asked if she wanted Sour Cream or Guacamole on them. Beth replied with a sly grin, "I like cream on mine." Which continued the laughter. The Waitress turned to me, "And for you sir?" I replied, "I like variety, I will have 1 Fish, 1 Carnitas and 1 Barbacoa." "Variety is the spice of life" the waitress replied and winked at me. Larry picked up his glass and toasted, "To the spicy life." We all clinked glasses and tried not to laugh at the innuendo as we took a drink.

Larry announced that he was celebrating getting the walking boot off his foot. Turned out he had broken it at their dance class which explained Beth's smooth dancing. When I asked the obligatory question, "Are you glad to be rid of it?" He said, "yes and no." My puzzled expression prompted Beth to say with a mischievous grin, "Now he can't just lay there on the bed and make me do all the work!" My laugh almost made me explode my drink across the table.

We started to chat and get to know each other. It was casual and laid back despite the innuendos and sexual undercurrent of what we were embarking on.

I discovered that they were involved in classic cars and that they often traveled with a group that enjoyed the 1950's era. Larry had a 1950 Mercury Custom hotrod that they regularly took to car shows, cruise ins and other weekend events. I had never been to a car show like that but it sounded like fun.

Beth sang and was a part of a retro 1940's "Andrews Sisters" tribute trio. Larry owned a restored 1940's Willy's Army Jeep. He would often drive it in parades and other events where the girls sang. She would often sing at the car show talent shows as well. It turned out that her group was singing at a local airport for an Air Show that weekend. They invited me to meet them there.

The evening wound down with nothing more overtly sexy in the conversation. We confirmed the weekend activities and planned to meet at the airport. As we rose from the table and walked outside Larry pointed out his car and led the way over to his beautiful1950 Mercury Custom hotrod. It was a shimmering Candy Apple Red with shiny chrome. It looked long, low and massively powerful even sitting still. I walked around the car admiring it while Larry unlocked it and reached inside. "I have something for you," he said, "Well you might say, Beth has something for you." He handed me a manila envelope. On the outside was a Lipstick kiss. Under the lips were the word's "For Your Eyes Only." I glanced over the car top and Beth was smiling back at me. "Enjoy" she said and slid into the seat closing the door. Larry said, "I think you will enjoy them; you might not open that public."

With a wink he slipped into the car and started the engine. The car rumbled in a low husky tone as he eased out of the parking lot and roared loudly as he stepped down on the throttle and sped down the street. I glanced down at the packet, my mind spinning as to what was in it. I hurried to my car and drove home. At every red light I glanced at it as I waited for them to turn green. My imagination circled over dozens of possibilities as I attempted to concentrate on my driving.

Pulling into my garage, I couldn't wait to see what was in the packet. I placed it down on the counter and found a knife to open it. I carefully inserted the blade into the top of the envelope. I felt it slide in and pulled it carefully across the seam revealing the contents. Inside were 4, 8 X 10 photos and a small flyer poster. The note on top was also a picture but was face down. It was in Beth's handwriting. It simply said, Enjoy and had another lipstick kiss on it. Turning it over I saw that the note was written on the back of a glossy photo of her and her 40's "Andrew's Sisters" style cover group. They were all dressed in tailored 1940's style uniforms looking like the original group. Their smiles lit up the photo accented by their bright red lipstick. They were sitting together in the back of the Army Jeep that must be Larry's waving at the camera.

The next item in the stack was a flyer for the Fly-In coming up that weekend. It showed various airplanes and a picture of the ladies around a microphone, announcing the times and location of the show. Setting that aside I looked at the other pictures. The top one was of the 1950 Mercury with several trophies in front of it. On the back was written the date and car show the picture was taken at.

The second one had Beth in a 1950's poodle skirt and sweater on roller skates with a car hop tray on the window. She was leaning over, looking into the driver's side window. The angle showed her curves beautifully, the fullness of her breasts in the tight sweater, her ass filling the skirt in an alluring way. On the back of this photo was written, "How can I serve you?" and a lipstick kiss.

The next picture was her in a pair of grey garage overalls and a red bandana tying her hair up. She was with the Mercury Coupe in a garage with the hood open. The overalls were stretched tight, and the sleeves were rolled up and the front unzipped. The cleavage displayed stopped just shy of revealing her nipples but showed the fullness of her breasts about to break free. She was leaning against the work bench with a large shinny chrome wrench in her hand. The wrench was positioned between her legs resting against the crotch of her overalls. You couldn't tell if it was just there casually before she walked to the car or if it was caressing her mound through the overalls. The slightly distant and distracted look on her face brought an eroticism to the picture that caused me to catch my breath. On the back was scrawled, "Do I have the right tool for the job?" with a winking face beside it.

The next picture seemed to come alive in my hand. There was Beth topless leaning over the engine bay of the 1950 Mercury Coupe. The engine compartment shimmered in Candy Apple Red. The engine itself sparkled in the light, chromed and painted it was stunning. But what I was looking at was Beth. She was topless, A red bandana tying her hair up, one hand on the carburetor and the other holding a screwdriver in her hand pressed against her cheek, a "come hither" smile on her face as she looked over the engine at the camera. And there in the center of the picture were her two beautiful breasts, hanging down. They were full and creamy white in contrast to the engine. Her nipples were stiff and from the way they set you could tell they were all natural.

I licked my lips as I stared at the picture. Captivated, consumed, flushed with desire, taunted by the siren call of her breasts. The smile that beckoned me to lean in to kiss her, the eyes sparkling with mischievous intent. The whole picture was sexual, playful, and erotic all at the same time. Beth had written on the back of this one, "Which way do I turn this 'screw' to get your engine to roar?"

The last picture was taken from the front of the car. It was up on a lift and Beth was on her back on a mechanics creeper under the car. Two things were very apparent in the picture. First her mechanic's overalls were on the floor. And secondly, and most captivating was the reality of her naked legs and body as she reached up to work on the car above her. There was Beth's complete body, naked before me in the picture. I found myself swallowing and beginning to breathe heavier.

A hundred thoughts crowded my mind in that moment. I had seen her naked breasts, but never her whole body. The pale skin contrasted with the garage floor which didn't seem to have any dirt on it. My eyes traveled from the black work boots she still wore, up her shapely legs to the junction of her mound. It was shaved, smooth and alluring. Her body had the curves and fullness of a mature woman. Her breasts were squeezed between her upraised arms. Her head was laid back so that you wouldn't know it was her if it wasn't in the series of pictures. On the back of this picture Beth had written, "Happy Taco Tuesday" I knew from the picture exactly what 'taco' Larry was feasting on tonight. I flipped the photo over and stared at the photo and marveled at the erotic beauty before me. And the car was really nice too.