The hot and muggy summer day became a warm and muggy summer evening. Leaves on the elm tree hedge cupped upwards in anticipation of rain. Birds searching for a bedtime snack hopped slowly across the yard. Doors shut against the heat of the day opened to allow the slightly lower evening temperature to cool the houses. Even if the stars could have shone through the cloud cover, it was too early to see them. Full dark, during the summer, doesn't happen until after 10 pm. It was only a few ticks past 8 pm.
She was naked, still damp from the shower, and in a tizzy. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and began smooth shaving her pussy. The drone of the razor was an aggravating noise.
"What should I wear?" she asked as she put away the razor.
"Something sexy and revealing," I told her. "Something that is easy to take off."
She began pulling outfits from the armoire and closet. I didn't consider any of them suitable for the outing. Some were too long. Others were too short. Some seemed too complicated and some of them I simply didn't like.
She tried on a summer dress that buttoned from the bottom to the top. It had a slightly V'd neckline, but one that was not plunging. The hem struck her just above mid calf. I told her to unbutton the first two buttons. It revealed the swell of her succulent breasts, but didn't expose them. I asked her to undo the bottom three buttons. After having her walk, and then sit, I decided a fourth button needed to be undone.
It worked, and it worked well. It was sexy. It was hot. It was demure. She stepped into a pair of high-heeled sandals. Her calf muscles rippled as she swayed back and forth across the room. I whistled my appreciation.
"How should I wear my hair," she asked, "down or up?"
"Put it in a pony tail," I told her.
I went outside, opened the sliding doors on either side of the van and removed two of the back seats. After setting them on the porch, I went back to the van to see if I could slide the rear bench seat a notch or two further to the rear. It doesn't adjust. As I was closing the van doors, she tossed two thick, soft blankets on the floor.
"The floor is hard," she grinned.
It was almost 9 pm. I pulled on my socks and boots, slapped my left hip pocket to make sure I had my billfold, grabbed an extra pack of cigarettes and said, " Let's hit it, baby." We climbed into the van, buckled up and backed out of the drive. We weren't supposed to be there until 10 pm. Although it was a 40-minute drive, I am wont to build in a little emergency time.
We tried to make small talk. After a few miles, we lapsed into a comfortable silence; each of us lost in the maze of our own thoughts. She looked good. In fact, she looked great. The necklace and earrings she had selected went well with her outfit. She had used just a touch of lipstick to accent her sensuous lips.
A few weeks previously, we had placed an ad on one of the Internet adult meeting sites. The response had been almost overwhelming. They had also been almost overwhelmingly ignorant and ill advised. There is no shortage of men that think the sight of a hard cock sends a woman into a fit of passion. That never ceases to amaze me.
Regardless of how carefully we had worded our ad, most of the respondents did not display even an ounce of intelligence. They seemed to be operating on the emotional level of a desperate, hormonally-charged, clueless and deprived, 14 year old boys. Fortunately, "almost all," doesn't mean "all."
Jim's letter gave the impression of someone who spoke English as a second language; thus, wasn't at ease writing in English. He had said the right things and included a clothed picture. After we had exchanged a few letters, he offered his phone number and we called. He had a pleasant, French-accented speaking voice. He seemed to be relaxed, at ease, and a gentleman. We agreed to meet at a restaurant to see what happened.
The last vestiges of twilight faded into dark as we pulled into the shopping center. I backed the van into a parking space about 50 yards from the restaurant. There was only one other vehicle parked nearby; probably an employee's car. Jim recognized us when we got out of the van. He walked over to meet us. He was about 5'10" tall. His hair was black with flecks of gray. He was slender and looked fit. We shook hands and exchanged in the pleasantries strangers exchange as we walked.
The hostess asked if we wanted a booth or table. At that hour, there were few diners. I indicated a booth in the corner that offered a modicum of privacy. Jim, sitting across the table from us, ordered a beer, I asked for coffee, and she chose ice tea.
I could tell from looking at his eyes that he found her attractive and very desirable, but there was no outward display of that desire. It would be easy to think the sexual tension would have almost hung heavily in the air. Such was not the case. We were three people, two men and a woman, becoming acquainted.
He was on his last hitch before retiring from the military, had been married and divorced. He had shared custody of his 12 year old son. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life once he retired. We gave him a thumbnail sketch of our lives.
"Do you need to check on your mom?" I asked her after a time. If she answered yes to the question, I knew she wasn't interested in taking the meeting any further.
"No, she will be fine," she answered.
My heart began to beat a little faster as my erect cock pulsed against the fabric of my blue jeans. A small shot of adrenalin raced through my veins. "Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and bring them to me," I ordered. I stood up to allow her to slide out of the booth.
She hasn't worn panties since she was in her late teens and hadn't worn any that night. There was, however, a pair in her purse. She knew that my instructions were intended to serve a two-fold purpose; allowing me a few minutes of private conversation with Jim and to subtly increase the aura of sexuality.
We watched her sway across the floor until she disappeared around a corner. I told him that, when she returned, I was going to have her sit next to him so they could become a little better acquainted. If everything was still meshing well, we would adjourn to the van to let nature take its' course. I also let him know that I intended to play the role of voyeur, rather than participant.
She returned to the table and handed me a pair of filmy, lacy, white panties. As she waited for me to get up, I slid them into my hip pocket. "Sit next to Jim," I told her. He stood up and she slipped into the booth.
There was an ever-so-slight blush on her face. She leaned against the seat and placed her hands slightly behind her back in a pose of openness and submissiveness. My mouth became suddenly very dry. I took a sip of coffee and yearned for a cigarette. Her erect nipples were two dimples against the fabric of the dress.
Jim placed his left hand on the softness of her leg and stroked it. With each stroke, his hand slid ever higher. My feet were touching hers and I felt her spread her legs a little wider to accommodate his searching hand. Her eyes widened. I knew Jim was stroking a very wet and willing pussy.
"Why don't we pay the tab and take this elsewhere," I suggested. Neither one of them appeared to be adverse to the idea. I reached for the tab. Jim beat me to it.
It was fully dark when we walked out of the restaurant. The temperature had dropped to a comfortable level, taking with it some of the humidity. The parking lot was all but vacant. The pale yellow streetlights reflected off the heavily-tinted side and back windows of the van. I beeped the doors unlocked and crawled in behind the steering wheel while they stooped into the back. After lowering my window slightly, I adjusted the rear view mirror to allow me a better view.
They looked at each other for a few moments. He tentatively slid his hand inside her bodice to cup her breast. She put one arm around his shoulders and began to stroke his arm and chest. With agile fingers, he unbuttoned two more buttons on her dress, pulled the fabric open to expose her soft, white breasts. Lowering his head, he began to lick and suck the left nipple. His tongue sought out the hollow of her throat and the sweetness of her neck. Both were breathing hard.
I felt a large surge of adrenalin race through me. It was so strong, I felt its' coppery taste in my mouth. For a moment, a very brief moment, I felt a twinge of jealousy. I breathed deeply, and then took a drag off my cigarette. The head of my engorged cock felt damp against my leg.
She began to rub and squeeze his hardness, still encased in denim. She lifted her hips as he pulled the hem of her skirt upward. When his probing fingers reached her pussy, she sighed and opened her legs more widely. She groaned when he found her clit. His fingers gently explored the slickness between her lips.
Jim knelt on the floor between her legs. She slid to the edge of the seat as he lifted and spread her legs wantonly. As his tongue tasted her sweetness, his fingers continued to probe her wetness. His index finger, well lubricated with her juices, found its way to her puckered hole and he began to insert it into her ass. She quietly stopped him. For reasons of our own, anal was not on the table.
