Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today.
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It had been a week since I had purchased a new sports jacket and slacks from a trendy men's store in downtown Tampa to wear to an upcoming charity event. I listened to my answering machine play the message telling me my alterations had been completed and I could pick up my outfit at my convenience; I replayed the message just to hear the voice of the sexy woman who had been so helpful in picking out and fitting my new outfit, especially the slacks.
As I listened to the message I could almost feel her hands as they moved deftly over me and up the inside of my legs to ensure there was just the right amount of room for my equipment to dress properly; enough room but not too much room. I recalled the sight of her slightly open, stocking, encased legs as she sat on a very short stool to pin the proper length.
The very helpful, attractive woman's name was Judy; she was the store owner, possibly in her early forties which made her about twenty years my senior. The diamond ring and gold band on her finger suggested she was married. Her stylish, short, black, curly hair, brown eyes, and pretty smile could easily steal the attention of any guy who had an appreciation for mature, sexy women; a guy like me.
The fact that she was also having her period in no way deterred me from suggesting that we should get together and the fact that she was very horny during her period and her philandering husband didn't have the stomach for seeing a little of her blood on his dick played a big part in her accepting my suggestion.
Hopefully you have already read my earlier post, The Curse. It caused quite a stir among readers not experienced in enjoying a woman's delight and needs during "those times of the month."
I was heartbroken on Saturday morning when I stopped by the store to pick up my new outfit and was told Judy was out of town on a buying trip. I left her a short but, seemingly professional, note thanking her for the excellent "customer service" she had given me; I had no doubt that my note would stir her memory of the wonderful night of fucking we had enjoyed during "that" time of the month.
I looked dapper in my new duds when I arrived at the hotel for the charity event. In the main ball room the lights were dim, a swing band was playing hits from the fifties, there were dozens of small tables arranged around the dance floor, and several bars had been set up to serve drinks; most of all there were lots of women of all ages with which to dance.
Later in the evening I had just finished a slow dance with an attractive, mature woman then escorted her to one of the bars to get a drink when there was a tap on my shoulder and a familiar voice said,
"Good evening Will."
I turned around to see Judy standing there with an older, heavy set, Latino man; she looked ravishing in a black, sheath dress with a low cut neck giving a hint of the more than ample breasts I had so thoroughly enjoyed just a few weeks before.
"I would like to introduce my husband, Raul."
We shook hands but Raul didn't really seem interested in being friendly; he very curtly commented to Judy that he had seen someone he needed to speak with then he walked away.
When he was a short distance from us Judy grabbed my arm, "Please forgive me but I wanted to see that son-of-a-bitch have to shake hands with the man who had bedded me so skillfully during my curse." She almost trembled with excitement, "It was truly empowering."
I smiled at her, "Then let's dance so he can see how well we move together."
We moved to the center of the floor where it was crowded; I skipped the formal dance stance and wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me.
"I got your note when I got back in town; that was so sweet. I have often thought about our night together; It seems I can't even take a shower without thinking about your soapy hands all over my body and how wonderful you felt when you slipped into my...uh, back entrance."
"Then we need to try that again. I tried to get a room here for tonight but the hotel is booked solid; I'm sure we can find another place close by if you would like to slip away."
"I have a friend who called early and reserved a room; I'm sure she would be happy to share it with us."
"Humm that sounds like fun, a threesome." I added with a smile.
Judy chuckled, "That wasn't exactly what I meant but knowing Nina she wouldn't mind that either; she told me about taking part in an orgy when she was in Paris last year."
I guided my hands over her lovely hips and ass as we moved over the floor; my hands felt the partial outline of the garter belt and French cut panties she was wearing.
"I can feel you getting hard." She commented as she pressed her pelvis against me, "I think it needs more room so it can stand up."
"Then slip your hand inside and help it stand up."
She quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to us; she lowered her hand, opened my zipper, and slipped her hand into the fly of my boxers. Her warm hand quickly maneuvered my erect cock into a straight up position then paused a moment to give it a few loving squeezes before her hand exited the front of my slacks; another quick movement restored my zipper to its original position.
Judy leaned her head against my chest just in time to see a woman dancing beside us smile and wink at her.
I cupped her ass with both hands and pull her tight against me; her chest heaved to take in more air as she pressed my trapped cock between us.
After several dances that were closer to vertical fucking than dancing we got fresh drinks and moved out to the mezzanine where people milled about greeting one another. We tried to be less conspicuous in our intentions to slip away just in case Judy's husband appeared on the scene.
"I see Nina over there; I should tell you that I bragged to her about our night together. We always share the misery and excitement going on in our lives. She is very out spoken so there's no telling what she might say when you meet."
As we cut through the crowd toward her friend I asked, "So by saying you bragged to her does that indicate you were pleased with our night together?"
"Oh it means I was way more than pleased; I may have even used the term, 'the best fuck ever' when I told her about you."
"Judy Darling! How are you?" They did that kissy cheek thing that women do.
Nina was a tall, distinguished looking woman with short, cropped, silver-gray hair; her hair suggested she might be older but, her slender, tan body suggested otherwise, everything about her exuded old money. The fabric of her red, sheath dress flowed over her body like a glove and gave no indication there were any garments underneath.
"Nina, this is my friend Will." Judy announced.
