"Hi Doris. It's Davie."
"Hello David. How are you?"
"Fine, thanks. Listen, you said to call you sometime when I'm getting off of work and had a free evening."
"Yes I did, didn't I. I guess your all cleaned up and ready to go home."
"No, actually I just got back from a pretty dirty job and I'm filthy. If you give me some time I'll run home and clean up.
"Listen, David, I'd prefer if you came just as you are. I'm really turned on with the thought of your dirty, filthy, sweaty body all over mine. You wouldn't mind turning an old girl on, now would you?" She couldn't get his body out of her mind and fantasized fucking him on the fire engine rolling around on the rough hoseline. Sweat dripping off his muscles.
"Doris, I can be at your place in twenty minutes. And I'm coming to see a very hot attractive woman!" he insisted.
"What ever you say, lover boy. Listen, there are a couple of rules though. Okay?"
"Sure, what ever you say."
"Alright. You turned me on the other night when you called me a whore while we were making love. Uh, fucking. I want to be your slut when I'm with you, Okay."
"Okay."
"This may sound crazy, David, but you'll understand. Remember the word "banana". It's a safe word. If either of us wants to stop what ever we are doing at the time, we say the word "banana". No matter what. Got it."
"Yep. Got it."
"Enjoy yourself with me, David. The skies the limit. Please fly with me."
"We'll be over as soon as possible."
"We?" Doris asked surprised.
"I'm sorry. I mean me. Tom needs a ride home and I'm dropping him off since he's your neighbor. I'll see you soon," he said and hung up.
Doris sat back in her chair and envisioned a different scene now.
Davie had talked to Tom about his evening with Doris in the pool, since he knew he was going to have to explain his going to visit her.
"Wow," Tom thought, "your fucking old lady Benson."
"Believe me, my friend," responded Davie, "old doesn't even belong in the equation."
When Doris answered the knock and opened the door, Tom was standing behind David with key in hand ready to part company and go off to his own apartment. She stood there in a black, sleeveless, floor length satin gown, tied at the waist and four inch tall stiletto, open toed black heels. Her cherry red toe nails looked like candy pleading to be licked off of her feet.
"My god, you two are filthy," she exclaimed.
Doris had no idea the boys would look like they did. They had washed the loose dirt off their faces and hands but they still showed signs of their hard dangerous work. Their company had fought a serious house fire, rescued two people and the overhaul work was tedious. Davie stood in the doorway in his dark blue slacks and his blue shirt was opened to his navel showing the lack of an undershirt and Tom was wearing a soiled white t-shirt and the same uniform slacks. He stood there with his dirty dress shirt flung over his shoulder.
"Come in," she said as she ushered Davie in. "Tom, do you want to come in for a beer."
Tom was hesitant about the offer, but with Davie's look of approval followed the two in and closed the door behind him. Doris went into the kitchen and brought out two beers and a glass of wine for herself and stood before the boys. As she handed them the bottles, her guests looked their host over. Blazing red hair cascaded over her white freckled shoulders and the black satin material framed her large chest that pressed so tightly against it's bounded covering. Tom saw what Davie had discovered earlier, that she was beautiful. Her red lips were was full and her green eyes smiled at you and caused your spine to quiver.
"Here's to you two brave men and to being here with me." They all touched their drinks together and drank.
While the boys sipped their beers, Doris approached Davie and stroked his thick black hair. She grabbed handfuls of the waves and pulled at it provocatively, but with tenderness. She touched his arms and stroked his shoulders.
Tom felt that he was in the way and finishing his beer, set the bottle down on a nearby table and walked to the door quietly.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Pal," he said as they looked over at him.
"Do you really have to go, Tom?" Doris said as she slid over to him and, taking him by the hand, pulled him back into the room without waiting for a reply.
"Davie, why don't you get us refills and join us in the back room."
Davie complied and as he walked into the kitchen he looked over at Tom and winked, thinking to himself, "Oh boy, I do believe we are in for some fun tonight."
When Doris and Tom reached the door of the room, she stopped and looked up into his face. He could not get over how attractive and hot she was. Her green eyes bewitched him. This was the closest she had ever been to him and took in his good looks. He stood about five foot eleven, she guessed, and had a short brush cut of blond hair. He was strong looking but not like a muscleman. She hated the look of guys who lived for barbells and were stiff as boards. He was clean shaven with sky blue eyes.
"Tom, I'm sure Davie told you about our outing in the pool the other night," she said in a coy, shy tone, "I hope you won't think less of me."
He started to say something and she put a soft warm finger to his lips.
"I hope you will think more of me," she added in a husky, sexy voice.
They both laughed and Doris stood on her toes to give Tom a warm, deep kiss. He responded pulling her in tightly and continued the kiss, long and soulful.
When Davie returned with the drinks and handed them out, Doris turned the door handle, pushed it open and escorted her two guests in by their arms. Inside they were bathed in soft candle light. The room was like no other they had ever been in. Two opposing walls were mirrored, as was the ceiling, one wall was painted a deep rose and the fourth was padded in black leather. The carpet was a lush gray. As the guys scanned the room in awe, they saw a bed covered with deep red satin sheets at one of the mirrored walls and along the painted wall was a shelf with varied items laid out on it.
"Harry built this room for us when we moved in and we used it for our own pleasures, and to entertain some of our favorite friends," Doris explained as she held on tightly to their arms. "I haven't been in here since he passed away other than to dust and keep things in order. Today I am opening it for you and hope you will enjoy yourself in here."
I've never seen anything like this, Doris," exclaimed Tom.
"I guess you don't know your neighbors till you know them, eh?" she said to him with a glint in her eye. Seeing the wonderment in their faces, she pulled them along. "Come, let me acquaint you with my possessions."
At the table, Doris swept her hand across the items before them. A double headed dildo, rope, handcuffs, a gag ball, a vibrator, long feather ticklers, a small whip and a jar of scented lubricant. In the center of the room she showed them a device that Harry had hand built. Made of black, tube steel, it looked like a saw horse with a padded cross bar but it also had two arms that stuck up in the air with rings attached. Below it was a bench to sit or lie on.
"This is a lot of fun to use if you have an imagination," she said with a giggle. "Harry had a great deal and I loved him for it. Now, did you fellows come to visit me for any particular reason?" Doris cooed.
Before they could answer, she untied the sash of her gown and let it fall to the floor. Before them stood a long legged beauty in black hose, garter belt and a small shelf bra. Doris had no panties on and her areolas were painted with red rouge. Peeking under the garter was her small wisp of red pussy hair just above where her vaginal slit began. The rest of her vagina was shaved bare.
Doris held her arms out and smiled at her guests, "Everything in this room, now, is for your pleasure and pain."
Davie was the first to go to her. Standing at her back he reached around and stroked the top of her breasts as they floated like jelly in the bra, kissing her on the neck and ear. He slid his hands down to her sides and taking a wrist in each, pulled her back , holding her against his body. Doris' upper torso was now pushed out, forcing her tits to rise and almost fall out of what little fabric held them.
"Spread your legs open," he said in her ear and with a nod to his friend, Tom walked to the pair and faced Doris.
"Doesn't this bitch have great tits? Go ahead, suck on them!"
