This was the first Thursday night that Charlie knew Joanne was not at a book club. Trim, brown hair to her shoulders, nice breasts, narrow waist and hips, and she was 'entertaining,' their euphemisms for fucking at Chez Femme. He had stayed late at the office and when he came home, he changed into shorts, T-shirt and running shoes, went into the kitchen, made a sandwich, and came back into the den. He poured a scotch and turned on the TV.
He was channel surfing, trying not to think about Joanne, when the doorbell rang. He could not imagine anyone calling this late. He opened the door to find Sheri standing there, the woman who had introduced Joanne to Chez Femme. She smiled and pushed past him.
"What are you drinking?" She asked as she headed for the kitchen.
Surprised, he followed her curly blond head, "Whatever you're having."
She pulled out two wine glasses, went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of chardonnay.
"Joanne isn't here." He took the glass from her, surprised at her familiarity with the kitchen.
"I know. That's why I came over. I don't want you worrying about her."
She raised her glass, "To friends not here. May they be forgotten? At least for a while."
They touched glasses and he followed her into the den and they sat on the couch. "What are you watching?"
"Nothing. I just turned it on."
"Got any porn?" she asked.
He shook his head, "No. We've never needed it."
She sighed, "I'll bring some next time. I've got some great ones."
'Next time' registered.
She found his glass and asked, "What were you drinking?"
"Glenfiddich. Scotch."
She smiled and stood up. "Do you like my dress?"
"Yes, it's very nice." It was purple gingham with short puffy sleeves at the shoulders, and a round neckline that did not reach her cleavage. The blouse was full and did nothing to show off her beautiful tits. She could have been flat, but he knew better.
"I like it because it's very handy." She pulled the elastic neck down below her right tit. She wasn't wearing a bra. "You like how it works?"
"Very much," he smiled.
"And if I'm embarrassed, I can hide behind my skirt." The skirt went below her knees and was so full, it appeared she was wearing crinolines. But when she bent over, grabbed the hem and pulled it up to cover all but her eyes as though she were hiding behind it, it was obvious she wearing nothing below the waist. Her trimmed blonde, curly bush and her boots were all he saw.
He laughed out loud. She laughed with him and pushed down her skirt.
"Yes, I love your dress."
"It's my Hayride outfit."
"Hayride? Like on the back of a hay wagon, making out beneath the harvest moon."
"No, like let's go out to the barn, find some hay. I'll ride you and you ride me. Doesn't that sound like more fun?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Like the Yankee meets a southern belle at a dance and takes her for a walk. They get to the barn, start kissing and it gets hot and heavy. He takes off his coat and the sweet southern belle tells him he shouldn't do that. He doesn't understand not getting undressed and the sweet southern belle drawls, 'We might not be comin' back this way."
She sat on the couch, "Help me get the boots off."
He stood, faced her and grabbed a boot.
"No, no. Turn around." He did. "Straddle my leg." She lifted her foot up so that it was against his balls. He felt her other boot against his rear, pushing him against the toe of her boot. The boot against his cock and the boot against his ass were both moving.
"Come on. Did you forget why you're there? Grab the boot."
He had the definite impression that she had been preventing him from being able to pull the boot off, but now she relaxed her foot and he pulled it off.
"Now the other one." He straddled the other leg, felt the boot against his cock and the bare foot prodding his ass. It seemed to take longer before the boot came off.
He sat the boots down and flopped down beside her. "Where did you get the boots?"
"They were left over from an exhibition. A cowgirl thing."
"What's an exhibition?" Angie had told him, but he wanted Sheri's opinion.
"Sometimes on Saturdays or Sundays, Angie has people come in and do a show. She has this room with couches all around and a big bed in the middle. There might be a lady and a man, two ladies, two ladies and a man, two men and a lady. It's like live porn."
"Have you ever performed?"
"Oh yeah. A number of times." She cocked her head sideways, thinking. "I guess the best one was, I had one member doing me in the ass doggie style and we rolled over, with him under me so I waved another member over. He got between our legs on top of me and got me in front. I called over some more members. I had one in my mouth and both hands full. Everybody was cheering. The guy under me couldn't move much, but the guy on top was making up for it. I went into an orgasm and all the guys began shooting. I was a mess." She was smiling; she obviously had enjoyed it.
"Has Joanne ever performed?"
"Oh, no. She won't even go to one. I told her about it and she turned up her nose. Said it was too random. She doesn't even do Middies."
"What are Middies?"
She sighed, "Every night at midnight, we go to the drawing room and play games. Like the ladies kneel in circle, the music starts to play and the members parade around the circle. When the music stops, each lady grabs a cock and starts sucking."
"The members are naked?"
She laughed, "Everybody's naked. Anyway, when a member shoots his load, he's eliminated. Of course, soon there are more ladies than members, so the ladies assist each other, speeding up the process.
"There're other games. Where the ladies are on all fours, where the ladies are sitting in chairs, their legs spread. It's just fun."
"And Joanne doesn't stay for that?"
"No. You have to understand. On Thursday night, Joanne is the queen. None of the ladies chose a first partner until she makes her entrance. They do everything but bow and curtsy. They call themselves 'the ladies in waiting.' And all of the members want to be chosen as her first. She is very choosey. Middies and exhibitions are random sex connections. Anyone might screw her and she doesn't like that."
She stood up and pushed the dress off her shoulders and down to her waist, freeing her lovely breasts. She swayed them from side, "You like?"
"You bet." The pink nipples were already hard.
She released a zipper on the side and pushed the dress to the floor. She stood there, barefoot and naked, one hand on her hip, the other in the air above her head. "Ta Da."
He laughed, "You did it. You got my attention. Except you didn't bring beer."
Her brow wrinkled, "What?"
"To get a woman's attention, you bring her flowers and candy, you write her love letters and poems, you serenade her, you take her to dinner, take her dancing, admire her, tell her how beautiful she is.
"If you want to get a guys attention, show up naked, bring beer."
She grinned, "I got the main part right."
"Yes, you did."
She straddled his lap, facing him, pressing against his erection. She picked up his glass of scotch. "What is this?"
"Scotch"
"You really like scotch?"
"Yes."
"Try this." She dipped her fingers in his glass and rubbed the whiskey on her breast and pushed the nipple towards him. He didn't hesitate to take it in his mouth and suck.
She pulled back, "Good?"
"Very good."
She dipped her fingers in the scotch and ran them down between her legs and brought her fingers up and let him suck them clean.
He smiled, "Yummm."
She dipped her fingers in the scotch again and patted the little blonde bush between her legs, pushed up on her knees so that her bush was at his face and let him lick her.
He placed his hands on her ass and pulled her to him. He nibbled at her swollen lips, used his tongue to spread them and find her inner folds so that he could suck on them. He worked his way up to her clit and tapped it.
The essence of the scotch was lost in the fragrance of the juices running down on his tongue. He brought one hand around and began stroking her crease as his tongue continued to tap her clit. He slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside her. He was able to curl them up and hit a spot inside very close to her clit. He felt her shaking as she pushed harder against him.
She started squealing, "Do me, do me, do me. I love you loving my puss. Yes, that's the spot. Right. There. Yes." She shook so hard, he had to hold on to her so she wouldn't fall.
He held her against his mouth until she relaxed.
She sat back and smiled. "Oh, yes. I think I like scotch." She reached over, picked up
the glass and drained it.
He smiled at her straddling his lap. "I want to apologize."
Her eyebrows rose, "For what?"
"When we first met..."
"In the shower?"
"Yes, in the shower. I was very angry with you."
"Because there was a naked woman in your shower?"
"No, because I realized you had seduced Joanne, then let your husband fuck her and worse, you took her to Chez Femme."
"No way. I didn't seduce her. We went for coffee after a book club. She started playing footsie under the table and I thought everyone was going to see us. We left, she walked me to my car, I got in and she got in on the passenger side and she started making out right there in parking lot. I had to stop her. That's when I invited her over the Saturday night."
