"How about that one?" Mrs Loendorf asked Mrs Allen. She pointed to a nicely built male walking alone.
"No, he looks like a football player. Most likely too cocky. Keep driving."
The two wives were in Mrs Allen's white SUV, driving through their alma mater, looking to pick up an unsuspecting college boy and give him the time of his life.
'Cruisin the Campus for College Cock' as Mrs Loendorf coined it a few sessions ago. She was an avid reader and always appreciated alliteration.
Why college guys? What they lacked for in skill they made up for in stamina. If you found the right one, they could cum and keep fucking. Over and over - almost impossible to wear out. Plus they were usually pretty clueless and very easy to manipulate. Fun playthings. Perfect fucktoys.
It wasn't something they were always in the mood for. Often just each other and a toy or two would absolutely do when the husbands were away. But this morning they decided they deserved to treat themselves to a little thrill today.
It was a misty April Tuesday morning around 10am. Mrs Allen, a curvy 36 year old brunette was at the wheel wearing a tight white blouse that showed off her impressive, large tits and a grey pencil skirt. Her brunette hair in a tight bun. Large designer sunglasses helped to preserve a bit of anonymity.
Mrs Loendorf was a year younger and a bit shorter than her best friend. She was pretty by almost anyone's standards. A touch less curvy and more petite compared to her counterpart. Her blonde hair was styled in an expensive asymmetrical way. Her modest B cups hidden behind a thin vintage athletic grey college shirt. Tight black yoga pants, with no panties and a pair of sunglasses completed the look.
"Ooohhhh... How about him?"
An average looking guy with a pair of headphones on. A open black jacket, red t shirt and jeans. Unassuming.
"Yes, yes. I think he will do!"
Mrs Allen pulled up alongside him and rolled down the window.
"Um... Hi. My friend and I are a little lost."
The college guy pulled off his headphones.
"I'm sorry, what was that, ma'am?"
"Um, yeah. So this is rather embarrassing but my friend and I are a little lost. Can you help us out?"
Mrs Allen smiled and Mrs Loendorf waved.
"Uh, sure. I can try."
"Okay great. My phone is acting up and I'm terrible with directions... Mrs Loendorf, what is the name of the hotel?"
"It's the Four Seasons on Pearl Street... 2578 Pearl Street."
"That's right. The Four Seasons... Do you know where that is, dear?"
"Yes! Sure do. I walk past it all the time on my way to my apartment. Just hang a left at Pine. Then the second right is Pearl. Just take that up four or five blocks. It's a huge building on your right. You can't miss it. That place is really nice!"
"Wait, wait, wait. Slow down... We go to... Fuck. what was that street again?"
"Pine... Pine Street.. then..."
Mrs Allen interrupted. "We can't hear you very well. Do you mind getting in? You seem like a nice guy and it's not far. Why don't we just give you a ride and you can guide us there? It will get you out of this cold rain.. what do you say? You said it was on your way...'
The student hesitated.
Mrs Loendorf smiled. "Pleeeeeease?"
"Um. I'm not sure. I don't want to be robbed or anything."
"Don't be silly. What's your name? We can make it worth your while." Mrs Allen always took the lead when talking to the guys. She was a quick thinker and a great negotiator. A 20 year old college boy like him had absolutely no chance.
"My name is Sean."
Mrs Allen could see that he still needed some convincing.
"Okay Sean, name your price."
"Um... I don't need any money..."
"Oh, well then maybe you'd like to barter then. Do you think my friend here is pretty?"
Sean just gave a confused look.
"Maybe you would like to see her tits, Sean?"
Sean just froze. He was shook by such a brazen comment. He was almost sure he didn't hear Mrs Allen correctly.
"Okay Sean. I see you drive a hard bargain. What if I flash you my tits as well? Would we have a deal?"
Mrs Allen unlocked the doors.
"Get in."
Sean opened the passenger door to the backseat and slid in. He had a rough morning. He confronted his long time girlfriend, Ally, minutes ago. His friend Steve told him that her best friend said she cheated on him, partying with frat boys last weekend. After a number of denials, Ally finally confirmed the rumors were true.
Worse, she then confessed that she was 'feeling suffocated' and was 'ready to take a break'. He had felt like he was living in a nightmare since. Now, there was this almost unimaginable situation in front of him.
"Okay, Sean. Where do I turn first?"
"Pine Street... Just a couple of lights further... So when do I get... um, paid?"
Even though he tried not to, the student was staring at Mrs Loendorf's chest. Her hard nipples tenting her thin t-shirt.
"We can't flash you here, silly. But the hotel parking garage should be private enough."
Mrs Loendorf chimed in. "Don't worry, we'll let you have a long look, sexy" she said with a wink.
"Okay, sounds good."
Sean guided the women to the hotel. They pulled into the bussling garage and eventually found an empty parking space. It was busy, there were mostly well off families dealing with countless bags headed either into and out of the high end facility.
"I'm afraid it's a little crowded in here, Mrs Allen."
"I have to agree Mrs Loendorf. I guess we have no choice. We will just have to take him up to our room then."
Mrs Allen turned and looked at the young student.
"Does that sound okay? Your eyes have been glued to our chests since we left. I know you want to see our tits, Sean. Don't you?"
"Yes... yes I do, very badly... but I also don't want to get murdered." Sean nervously chuckled. Half joking. Half not.
"Ah, I see." Mrs Allen undid a blouse button as she spoke, teasing the student with a healthy amount of cleavage and a small glimpse of her black, lacy bra. "As conditions have changed, perhaps we need to amend our little agreement?"
"What did you have in mind?" stumbled out of Sean's mouth, his eyes fixed on the bra and her milfy white mounds.
Mrs Allen smiled knowingly at her friend. She knew just what to do to get him to think with his cock and not with his brain. He would be in their room soon which is exactly where she wanted her toy this entire time.
"Would you like a blowjob, Sean?" Mrs Allen said matter of factly.
Mrs Loendorf chimed in. "Or maybe, you would prefer to watch me and Mrs Allen make out? Do you like to watch women play together, Sean?"
Sean's eyes darted to the roof of the SUV, trying to choose between which of these two once in a lifetime opportunities. His brain was completely overwhelmed. Mrs Allen loved doing that to these horny college boys.
A soft "ummmm..." was all he could manage.
"You drive a hard bargain, Sean. Okay, fine. We will do both. The blowjob and the girl / girl play. Deal?"
"Yes, okay!" blurted out the 20 year old.
"Good. It's a deal. Now follow us up to the room. Do not make a scene, Sean. Understood?"
Sean hung back while the pair of married women checked in at the front desk. The hotel was busy and the lobby was very crowded.
"Room 474." Mrs Allen repeated loudly while she made quick eye contact with Sean.
Sean moved to the elevator and did his best to stay far enough behind the women so it wasn't obvious he was with them.
He stepped off the elevator, his eyes on two curvy milfy asses swaying back and forth down the long hallway on floor 4. When they got to the room, Mrs Allen pressed the keycard to the door as Mrs Loendorf looked over her shoulder and giggled at Sean who was still a good 25 ft behind them.
"Hurry up, sexy."
Sean nearly sprinted. Mrs Allen held the door open for him and smiled as he stepped inside.
The room was dark and empty, the only light from a large window, splattered with late morning rain drops. It smelled nice. It was your typical room, albeit high end. A single king size bed in the center of the room. A posh, modern bathroom to the right, a mirror to the left. A desk in the corner. Minimalist modern art on the walls. A well stocked mini bar.
Mrs Allen turned on a lamp, flooding the room with soft light and then calmly walked to the window and closed the curtains.
"Finally, we have some privacy, Mrs Loendorf."
Sean's cock began to swell in his jeans. He took a deep breath.
"Do you like the room, Sean?"
Sean quickly nodded. His eyes back on the women's chests.
"so... can I get paid now?"
"So impatient, Sean! You don't want to talk a little first?"
Sean just kind of glazed over, unsure on how to respond.
"I'm just kidding, you horny college boy. Rest assured, we are women of our word. Mrs Loendorf, would you please start?"
"Absolutely, Mrs Allen."
Mrs Loendorf hands grabbed either side of her tight grey t-shirt. She pulled the shirt up and revealed a beautiful set of cute, perky b cups, complete with rose colored areolas, the size of silver dollars. She smiled and then her lip in a way that was so sexy her husband described recently as 'unfair'.
"Do you like them as much as I do, Sean? Quite beautiful, aren't they?" Mrs Allen said as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Sean's eyes were wide. He somehow remembered to nod.
"Well, I hope you like mine as much as hers."
Sean turned to face the brunette. Mrs Allen's white button up shirt was wide open, exposing her fancy black bra and her fit tummy.
"Mrs Loendorf, would you mind unhooking my bra?"
"Not at all, Mrs Allen."
The topless blonde moved behind her curvy friend and slowly undid the fasteners.