It was going to be the long weekend get away I had so looked forward to. Our plans were to spend a couple of days in Myrtle Beach, watching the ocean and enjoying the night life. But the drive from Nashville was too much for one day with me having to stay at the office until late that Friday afternoon. So I had planned for us to stop at the "HJ" in Knoxville along the way (more specifically, to check out "Babes" that I had read so much about).
Brenda and I are empty nesters now. We're in our early 50's and both of us are carrying more weight on us than we need to. We're just a couple of happy old married pharts... This is also the second marriage for each of us with our 16th anniversary having passed a month ago. Sex has always been good between us. But I have always been the more adventurous. She has always been Ms. Conservative.
Needless to say, I damn near fainted the day she flashed the truck driver on the way to a weekend retreat last year. After all my urging, she finally gave into taking a couple of steps on the wild side. After reaching the cabin, she even posed for a couple of partially nude photos that I could store on my desktop PC.
But, back to this trip. The drive to Knoxville was even more than I anticipated it would be. She had already promised me that she would dress "naughty" for the drive. This translated to a sheer lacey top being worn under her button up blouse. And I made sure she had a huge mug of Long Island Ice Tea (her drink of choice) to "relax" her inhibitions. Before we were 10 miles out of Nashville, the blouse was unbuttoned. 30 miles later, it was opened full with breasts totally exposed, other than being covered by the sheer lacey top. She would pull her blouse together when passing passenger cars and pick up trucks...but anything over two axles got one hell of a show. An hour and an empty mug later, even the sheer top was pulled down for a totally unencumbered view of her rosy pink nipples. When she felt really bold, she would run the tip of her index finger across the nipples to bring them standing tall and direct the attention of the trucker to the exact location of the show.
She had my cock as hard as a rock. By the time we made it to the hotel, I had three hours of constant pre-cum flow clinging to my groin. I was freaking soaked. I'm glad I was wearing dark jeans or I would have gotten some stares.
I got us into the room and I made for her. She kissed me back as passionately as I gave to her. I reached into her still unbuttoned blouse and she stopped me.
"I promised you I would show off for the drive. You promised me dinner and dancing after we got here."
Yep...that I did. I was not about to complain or protest. She had put on the kind of show that fantasies are made of. And I wasn't about to give her an out for not doing it again sometime.
We settled our bags and took off to find a nice restaurant. To my surprise, she had left the blouse unbuttoned to just below where her breast rested against her chest.
"Do you like?" she asked after catching me lusting at the view.
"Oh, yeah..."
"You told me once that providing a tease might get us better service when we have a male waiting our table."
"Right, again. But don't forget there may be some ladies interested in that view, too." I replied.
"Don't push your luck. I've told you there is no way that is going to happen." She said, giving me that hint of a warning look. She didn't have to tell me twice.
"I know...just teasing."
We found a steak house about a half mile from the hotel and as luck would have it, our waiter turned out to be a guy in his early twenties...with sharp eyesight. She kept leaning forward in the seat so that her blouse gaped open in the right place. I don't think he ever saw far enough inside to see her nipples, but it was the best service we had gotten in a restaurant in a long, long time. The water glasses seemed to get refilled every five minutes. The guy was damn near stumbling over himself to take care of "us".
Then, Brenda did something totally out of the blue after finishing our dinner and getting ready to leave. It was a mean trick to pull on the guy (both of us for that matter), but she was having fun...and I wasn't going to get in the way. She wrote her name and phone number on a napkin and gave it to the guy as we got up. Then she said to him, "If you are ever in Little Rock, give us a call. We might have some fun together."
I know that guy walked around with a boner the rest of the night. And after we got outside she explained the rest of her game.
"I've told you there is no way I will ever go for that either. But I wanted to see the look on your face while you were thinking I might take you up on that threesome fantasy."
"I guess that explains why you said 'Little Rock'..."
"And the name on the napkin is "Lisa" while the phone number is to City Hall in Jackson, Mississippi, where I worked 20 years ago. I seriously doubt that he knows all four area codes in Tennessee much less recognize that the area code I wrote down is not the area code in Little Rock, Arkansas." She said as she filled in the last few blanks for me.
"That was cruel...but I loved every moment of it. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" And I was absolutely sincere about that. She gave me that little mischievous grin she often gives me and blew me a kiss. Little did I know, my night was just beginning...
*****
We got back to our room and got ready for some dancing and drinks in the hotel lounge downstairs called "Babes". Funny how getting older makes you appreciate not having far to crawl after you've had a few and knowing that having that luxury also affords you to have a few more than you normally would. Of course, for me, getting ready was over and done when we first checked in. I would brush my hair on the way out of the room, but that's all I really needed to do. For Brenda, this occasion called for a complete change of clothes.
As always, her suitcase was perfectly organized so that all she had to do was open, grab, close and go. No rummaging through looking for anything...she knows exactly where everything is. It would take me hours to plan how to pack a suitcase for an overnight stay, and she can pack for a two week vacation in fifteen minutes.
When she emerged from the bathroom a little while later, she simply took my breath away. This conservative Southern lady, the original poster child for "Prudish International", had my heart racing. There she stood in heels, sheer black nylons (if they had been fishnet, I would have fainted on the spot), a short black skirt (well, not really short, but above the knees anyway) and the PlayMate blouse I had bought for her as a gift on her last birthday. It is a long sleeve blouse, black with a deep, deep "V". In fact, where it comes together is just barely above where the top of her skirt is at. And it is not a tight fitting blouse, but just loose enough to be daring. One of those that with just the right turn of her body, she might expose the areola of her breast. "Hot" doesn't do justice as a description for it. She looked embarrassed when I first gave it to her this past November...now she looked nothing short of stunning and bold.
"Pick your jaw up off of the floor, brush your hair and let's go" she said.
At least she broke the trance I had fallen into.
"I'm ready Babe." I did still need to brush my hair, though.
We got downstairs and found a table near the middle of the room, a comfortable distance from the band stand in case they got too loud for our old phart eardrums. We waited a few minutes and realized that while the room was not packed by any means, the number of waitresses working the tables was still far short of what would be needed to expect regular service.
"Well", I said to her, "I guess this will be like the first whore house I opened when I got out of school."
"Self service?" Brenda answered me.
"Absolutely." I stood up to make for the bar. "Long Island Ice Tea, my Darling?"
"Of, but of course. And please don't dilly dally. Ladies of culture, such as myself, aren't accustomed to being neglected."
I got to the bar just about the time the band made it's way to the stage. I had no idea what kind of music they intended to play, but they looked to be thirty-ish, maybe even early forty-ish...so chances were good it would be music we had heard before. And something I could make my two left feet dance to.
"What'll you have, Bo?"
"Two Bud Lites and a Long Island Ice Tea, please." No, there was no third in the party, I just rarely leave a beer in front of me long enough to get warm anyway, and a one-two punch right now, right off the bat, might loosen me up enough to get me on the dance floor, where my presence has already been dictated.
"Coming up." I hadn't noticed before, but this gal behind the bar has really got it going. A damned fine beauty.
I surveyed the rest of the bar while I had the moment to do so. It was a mixed crowd, but definitely not a young crowd. If anything, it was about a 50/50 split between people our age and the early end of the 30's group. I had expected more younger people with Knoxville being the college town that it is famous for, but I guess their party was elsewhere for tonight.
"Here you go."
I thanked her and paid her. After placing the change in my billfold, I picked up the drinks, stole a swig from mine and headed back to Brenda. About two steps back into my stride, Brenda turned in her chair and opened her legs toward me.
"Sheyit!" I stumbled and spewed the sip of beer I had taken from one of my bottles.
Brenda was not wearing panties. In fact, the black nylons turned out to be thigh highs. The house lights had still not been turned fully down for dancing, so I had a clear shot of that gorgeous semi-shaved pussy of hers.
And she thought my reaction was the funniest thing since the "Blazing Saddles" campfire scene. I had managed to only slosh a little bit of her drink, and most of that was still on my shirt sleeve. I put down the drinks and sat down beside her. She was still grinning between chuckles.
Now, I needed a drink. Oh yeah...I had two right in front of me.
"Finally! After all these years, I have you speechless!" Now she was rocking back and forth with her laughs. And she was right. What the hell to do you say to seeing your wife flash her pussy in a night club when she had told you to "go to hell" when you suggested she flash her tits at the band playing on the beach in Panama City while on vacation four years ago. I don't know what has happened to change her, but I really, really like it.
*****
