I was 18 and we had been fucking like rabbits. I had been home only 3 days since my return from MCRD (Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego). (AKA "Boot Camp.) My little girlfriend, the also 18-year-old "Katie," had been more than accommodating. I was definitely enjoying my first gays of freedom after the hardest 13 weeks of my life. Plus, she didn't mind at all my new body. I was now a 5'11" 165 lbs. Body of steel. Definitely worked off my baby fat.
This day, I came to get her, and I wanted to do something for Katie. I had some serious money in my bank for a kid...you don't spend much in boot camp...so I took Katie to my local mall. Katie is cute. A little blonde at about 5 foot and 98 lbs. I really enjoyed all the fruits my little girlfriend had to give.
We walked all around the mall. Especially the sports stores, the novelty stores, all the usual. Finally, she wanted to go to a woman's clothing store. Well, I already knew which one that would be. I won't mention the name of it, but it was the one "Mrs. Tote" (as I'll call her)...worked.
Marge Tote...I knew her since I was 12...she lived across the street. My mother knew her well.... a good friend of my mom. Used to come over, smoke and drink coffee and talk. Man, did she ever turn me on, as well! She always had these long nylon clad legs, summer skirts, raspy whisky voice, and a sexual innuendo just drifting about her. She made me so hot from a very young age. Her son graduated with me. Her husband...who I also knew well...a nice guy...actually my baseball coach in little league. They used to come over all the time. Marge Tote was every thing Katie wasn't. About six foot tall, and dark haired. A reddish brown dye job...and dark brown eyes. She was at least, by now, about 50, and you could tell it...especially in the eyes and neck and hands. Somehow, although, her sexuality was always exuberant. Tall, and thin...no tits to speak of...she was always dressed hot. She had legs, baby, and she used them. Her emaciated looking body, although not really my type...to be honest, neither was Katie's...I really prefer bigger women...especially tits wise, but Ill get to that later...Marge's over heavy use of make up and that short, page boy type hair cut...wow! Did it turn me on or what? I masturbated to her vision many nights, although few of my peers would have agreed with me. She was my personal fantasy, and for a young teen, with my tastes, it definitely worked.
Back to the story. Off to Mrs. Tote's store. I gave Katie $100.00.
"Baby, this is my gift for you. I want you to get anything you want." Especially for 1979, this was a lot of money. But I had it, and I really wanted to do something for Katie. Mrs. Tote knew us. Everyone knew us. We had been boyfriend-girlfriend since 1976.
The minute we walked in to the store, Mrs. Tote saw us. "Paul!" (my aka for this story, ok?) "Paul!' she repeated, 'you're home! Why didn't you come over?!" She literally ran over and hugged and kissed me. I really did not mind. I hugged her this hard body against me. She was clad in a short one-piece red mini skirt with her black nylons and spike red heels. I mean, she was looking hot...too hot for a middle aged mom to look I thought!
She left her red lipstick on my cheek.... She was hugging me and jumping up and down. Meanwhile. My cock was swelling! Katie wasn't thrilled, I could tell. Finally, she broke off.
"Hi Katie. How have you been, dear?" She said this while still hugging me, and by now, I'm fixing' to burst out of my jeans! If she noticed, she didn't stop squeezing me.
"I am fine. How are you, Mrs. Tote?"
"What are y'all doing' here,' Mrs. Tote said. 'Y'all didn't come just to see me?" Actually I did...but I tried to play cool...."Well, Katie has a hundred dollars, and I want her to get something nice!"
"Marla!", Mrs. Tote yelled, "Come here please!"
A very nice looking, voluptuous blonde with dark eyes...(obvious giveaway to her dyed look)...approached us...Marla was a bit heavy, but I like that in a woman...how I keep scoring these skinny things, I don't know.
"Yes, Margie?"
"Please help Miss...uh, I'm sorry, honey,' Marge said, 'please help this young lady, Katie, with some selections!"
"I'd love to. Come on, honey!" Off they went. Now Mrs. Tote and I were alone. She just kept up chitchat about both of our families, all the while keeping pretty close to me. Until...Marla escorted Katie to a dressing room. Marge whispered something in Marla's ear. Marla seemed a bit taken aback.
