In the late eighties I was a regional manager for a restaurant chain. I was still living in Kansas City and spending a lot of time on the road. Although I still did a glory hole gig when the opportunity presented itself, other exciting sexual adventures were just around the corner.
In the late summer of 1988, my region was expanded to include Wisconsin and Michigan. Since I had never visited any of the company locations in those states, that became my first order of business. Jeff Pearson was the manager of one of our better grossing restaurants in the region. He and his wife Judy lived and worked in Madison. I had met Jeff once at a company get together but had never met Judy.
I arrived at the restaurant mid morning to observe the staff preparing for the lunch crowd. Jeff welcomed me and we worked together for several hours, going over his operation and books. He had s decent size office where we could work and talk. Several staff members had interrupted us but had always knocked before coming in.
Suddenly the door to the office opened and in walked about the feistiest little redhead I had ever seen. Jeff is normal height and weight but this little bundle of sex wasnât an inch over 5 feet. She had on tight white shorts, the kind that are so tight that the crack in her pussy is clearly visible. She had on what I call a âpoorboyâ sweaterâŚ.short sleeved, tight fitting with a banded bottom ending just above her navel.
Jeff said with only a wee bit of embarrassment in his voice, âReg, this is my wife Judy.â Judy had a fantastic mouth that turned into a big smile showing full lips and lots of white teeth. All of which encased a red tongue that looked very talented. I stood up to meet her and shake her hand. Standing 6 foot 5 inches I towered over this little bundle of heat. My first impression, arrived at in under 5 seconds of our introduction, was, âThere is NO fucking way he can handle this hot bitch!â
Judy was friendly and sexy in an intriguing way. After all I was her husbandâs boss so she couldnât exactly either ignore me or grab my cock. She came across perfectâŚ.self assured, sexy, spunky with a lot of energy, good looks and smarts to back her up. This broad could âwalk the walkâ! She was no bullshit. She also wasnât wearing a bra. Lots of guys like big tits, but I have always been partial to smaller tits that donât sag and which have nipples that get hard as hell when the woman is excited or just cold. Judy was perfect for her heightâŚâŚ.slender legs, prominent nipples that were making bumps in her sweater, a tight cute ass and a face with blue eyes that made me want to shoot cum all over it. And topping off this hot babe was red hair that you knew was natural.
Jeff set back down at his desk and I set down in the guest chair. Judy set on the corner of Jeffâs desk, dainty feet not touching the floor. She was something. While I was trying to be courteous and respectful, I had a vision of her mounting me and trying to take my big cock up her tight, hot pussy. I had a hard on which she later told me she was very much aware of. Thankfully, Jeff was on the other side of the desk and couldnât see the bulge in my pants. The disadvantage of wearing boxer shorts is that they donât contain the meat when it wants to greet someone.
I looked over at Jeff expecting to see a look of embarrassment or maybe even anger. If he was the jealous type she sure was acting in a way to fire that jealousy. I thought of her walking past all the studs who tended bar and waited tables and the affect she must have on them. Jeff was no dummy. He knew exactly how she affected men. He either had learned to live with it or liked it.
After some chitchat Judy asked Jeff if we were working that night at the restaurant. He said we hadnât discussed it but it was up to me. âWellâ, Judy said, âif you arenât going to work why donât we invite Reg over to the house for a steak. He looks like a red blooded American boy who likes his meat rare.â Jeff smiled, looked at me and said, âSounds good, Reg, whatâs your pleasure?â Since I was going to be there for the weekend, it wasnât necessary I watch the operation that night. âGreatâ I replied I will bring the wine.â âThen itâs settledâ, said Reg, âI will pick you up at the hotel at seven. No need for you to drive to our place. It is a little hard to find.â Judy clapped her hands said, fantastic, slid off the desk and said she was going home to get ready for the evening. As she left the office it was impossible not to watch her cute tight ass. When I looked around at Jeff, he just smiled.
A bit later I returned to my hotel, returned some calls and got ready for the evening with Jeff and Judy. I took a long shower to get all the road dust off me and to use the light spray from the hand held shower head to tingle my balls while I slowly stroked my hard cock with a soap covered hand. As I slowly masturbated, my mind was full of Judy. I envisioned each wonderful part of this newfound treasure. At the office I had briefly thought of her naked and in heat trying to take my hard cock up her tight cunt. I was reminded of another small woman I had fucked that after trying several times and being unable to get my cock in had climbed off and gotten some oil out of her purse. While she looked me in the eye and anointed my cock, she smiled and said to my unanswered question, âI thought I might need this!â That was one of the finest compliments I was ever paid.
I came close to shooting my hot cum while in the shower, but didnât want my lustful vision to be dulled even the slightest. I rinsed off, dried, shaved and put a light covering of my favorite aftershave over my body. I always put some on my cock and balls when going out. Women appreciate a clean smelling man.
Jeff picked me up and we stopped at a wine store and I bought a very nice California Merlot to go with the steaks. When we arrived at their house, I was glad Jeff had picked me up. I would have had a hell of time finding it. It was secluded and overlooked a small lake that begged to be fished for bass.
Judy met us at the door, with her radiant smile and outstretched arms. âWelcome to our home, Reg. You are welcome hereâ, she said as she reached up to give me a light kiss on the cheek. Even though I definitely wanted to fuck this woman, I still admired her skill as a hostess and wife. Jeff had a real asset in this one. I was introduced to Katie, their five year old daughter who was a miniature version of her mother. Poor Jeff. He was definitely outnumbered!
Jeff fixed me a wonderfully dry vodka martini while Judy put a mild chill on the wine and finished her preparations. Jeff and I walked around the backyard, out to a deck area overlooking the lake where he had his bar-b-que set up and ready for action. Show me a guy in the restaurant business who doesnât like good food and booze and I will show you a guy who should get out of the fucking business. A round table on the deck was set for three.
Judy came down to the deck with refills for the martinis and the steaks seasoned to perfection. While she and Jeff busied themselves getting the steaks on I could take Judy in without being obvious. She had changed the shorts and sweater for a cute, colorful sundress. It was short and kind of lose fitting. I was happy to see her smallish tits moving unencumbered under the light material. Although the dress covered her front it was held in back by a single button. Her back was visible and I had a vision of her spine running down to a set of dimples just above her ass. The hard on was returning! I knew that if either looked it would be visible. At the last minute, when dressing, I had decided to forget the underwear. My cock had no alternative but to make a tent out of my pants if it was hard. Soft, it simply lay against my left thigh, its outline visible to anyone interested.