My eyes strained to see the road as we inched our way through the foggy Sacramento midtown area searching for our vacation rental. Louise scanned the barely visible Victorians searching for an address.
"Seventeen Fourteen, Seventeen Twenty, Seventeen Twenty-six!"
I pulled into the driveway and stopped the Volvo just short of the garage door. I left the car running with the lights on and walked to the left front of the garage where the box was located. I opened the little door and punched in the code, 1-7-2-6, and pressed E. Immediately, the door began to rise.
Louise and I had been planning this trip with our two close friends, Lacey and Dan. We wanted to meet them somewhere in the sunshine, and break up the winter. It turned out that Sacramento wasn't such a good idea. Apparently, the fog can hang on here for weeks at a time.
I moved the car into the garage, grabbed our suit cases, and followed Louise into the old Victorian. We were pleasantly surprised by the newly renovated interior, and appreciated the deep purple walls of the living room. After exploring the house we decided to make the brothel style, red room, ours, and leave the blue room for Lacey and Dan.
I looked on the computer and discovered that Dan's plane could not land in Sacramento because of the dense fog. They had to fly on to San Francisco and would have to drive to Sacramento from there. They would not arrive for several hours. We had reservations for the theater later in the evening. I doubted they would arrive in time to attend.
I removed my shoes and plopped into the big king sized bed and watched Louise empty her suitcase. I always enjoy watching her. She found her little black dress that she would wear later in the evening and began smoothing out any wrinkles before hanging it in the closet.
The closet had mirrored doors and she paused to gaze at her pretty image. "Not bad..."
She smiled slyly, "Let me slip out of these clothes..."
Louise enjoys being oggled, and after assuring herself that I was watching, she began her performance. She slipped the gray flannel jacket from her shoulders and seductively draped it over the substantial arm of the enormous dark green leather chair. Next, she sat on the matching green ottoman and removed her shiny black pumps. She then rose gracefully from the ottoman and assumed an elegant manner as she postured proudly, shoulders back, and breasts on high. She looked straight into my eyes as she began unbuttoning her deep blue diaphanous blouse. I began unzipping my trousers.
After releasing the top two buttons, Louise tugged the blouse from the waist band of her gray skirt and let it hang down. I began touching myself as I watched every move. She unzipped her skirt and began to wiggle it down to the floor. After stepping out of the skirt, she picked it up, carefully folded it, and placed it on top of her neatly folded jacket.
She stood puzzled before me as she debated which should come off next, her blouse or black half slip? I wanted to see her fishnet stockings and garter belt so I nodded toward her slip. She smiled, and began removing the slip, and after removing the slip, she walked provocatively over to me and dropped it into my lap. I placed the smooth fabric against my penis and enjoyed the way it stimulated me as I lightly stroked myself.
While enjoying the sexiness of the material surrounding my shaft, I noticed her smiling contentedly.
I became conscious of the beating of my heart as she unbuttoned the final three buttons, and let the blouse fall off her beautiful shoulders. Now she was standing proudly before me in her little black bra, black thong panties, black garter, and black fishnet stockings. She looked absolutely radiant as she added her blouse to her discarded clothing. I eased the pace of my pumping as I wanted this to last.
Now she turned her back to me and stood with her legs apart. She reached behind her and manipulated the clasp of her little black bra until it sprung free. As she slowly and seductively turned to face me, she slid the straps down her shoulders and with one hand held the bra in place, still covering her 34B breasts.
She said, "I think we need some soft music, honey."
I stammered, "of course."
As I fumbled and fiddled with the bedside radio, Louise sat back down on the ottoman and slipped back into her black pumps. As Kenny G.'s clarinet provided a sultry back drop, she stood in those beautifully sexy shoes and began to move to the music. I was really starting to feel aroused.
Now she approached closer to the bed. She bent down and gave me a lingering kiss. When she stood back up, her little bra lay across my lap, and she was dancing topless.
Suddenly, from the open bedroom door, a voice intruded into our little game, stopping Louise dead in the water. "Well, well, what have we here?"
Dan was standing in the doorway.
"Please, don't stop on my account!," pleaded Dan.
Louise quickly retrieved her blouse and covered her breasts as she squealed, "Dan, where did you come from? How long have you been there?"
Dan smiled, and stated impishly, "uh...you were fully dressed when I first peeked in. I apologize. But, you were so sexy, I couldn't stop watching. You're not mad, are you?"
I fiddled my zipper up and got out of bed. I wasn't sure why, but I found Dan's intrusion to be arousing. As I was closing the button of my waistband I asked, "Your plane couldn't land, and supposedly went on to San Francisco. How did you get here so quickly?"
"I actually caught an earlier flight. Lacey had to cancel her flight because of a work issue so I didn't have to wait for her. I got hung up watching the news at the airport, otherwise I would have been here before you".
As we continued our conversation, Louise slipped her blouse on. But, nothing else. The transparent material allowed both Dan and I an exciting view of her lovely, protruding nipples as they tented the sexy blouse. I was so proud of her!
I walked to Dan, who is six feet six in stocking feet, and gave him a friendly hug and stepped aside as Louise followed up with a hug of her own. Dan was beaming!
Dan towered over Louise and he had to lift her high enough to allow his kiss to lightly and tenderly meet her full red lips. As they broke their kiss, I felt a sudden surge of arousal, and stammered quietly, "Please kiss her again, Dan..."
Louise turned, and looked questioningly into my eyes.
"No really, Honey. I don't mind. I find it terribly exciting."
Louise took Dan by the hand and guided him to the edge of the bed. There she pushed down on his shoulders until he was sitting on the bed. Now they were the same height. Louise backed away and again searched my eyes. Dan began nervously to slide his hand along the top of the mattress.
"Please, I said, just this once."