**** author's note - to those of you who have taken the time to pass along both good and bad comments thank you. I apologize for taking such a long time between postings but unfortunately, it can't be helped. Hopefully this chapter will be worth your time.
If you haven't done so, reading parts 1 & 2 will set the scene.*********
Part 3 :
The elder Davies male boldly traced his fingers up the inside of 45 year old Rachel's legs and just as he was about to touch her clit, she squeezed her thighs together so that he could go no further. At the same time she took her own wandering hand from 19 year old Jonathan Davies' erection and turned to chastise the father.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Brad...I...I just can't do this. Please, let me out....I've...I've got to go," she said almost embarrassed that she might be causing a scene.
Turning back to Johnathan, she appealed for his understanding. "I'm sorry, Johnathan, if...if I gave you the wrong impression. You're a wonderful young man but...but I just can't do this. I...I thought I could but I can't. Please forgive me for leading you on. I'm...I hope I haven't ruined your birthday."
While saying this, the father and son grudgingly allowed the attractive woman to remove herself from the table although still attempting to get her to stay.
Brad grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer so that he could whisper in her ear, " Don't leave, Mrs.Barr. I'll make it worth your while. Name your price."
"I'm not a whore, Mr.Barr!" she responded and slapped him across the face.
Turning bright red, the white haired financier raised his fist to strike back when his son grabbed it and said loudly, "Dad! What the hell are you doing? What did you say to her?"
Using the distraction to make a getaway, Rachel headed toward the parking lot as quickly as her high heels would allow, leaving the two in her wake.
Of course, when she got there she realized that she had given her friend Josie the keys to her car. She stomped her foot trying to decide what to do. She knew she couldn't go back inside. She was so engrossed in her predicament that she didn't realize that she was being observed rather closely by 20 year old Barry Fraser, one of the parking valets.
Spotting the sexily-dressed woman standing looking bewildered and tottering as though she might have had a couple of drinks too many, Barry Fraser, moved in for the kill. On more than one occasion, the young lothario had scored with one of the country club set when they were too inebriated to offer much resistance.
Just as he was about to approach the stunning older woman, a voice called out.
"Mrs.Barr...Mrs.Barr. Look, I'm sorry for what my Dad said. He...he can be an ass at times. You know what I mean. Big shot CEO thinks he can buy anything or any one he wants. Please...please, Mrs.Barr, accept my apologies. I assure you that not all the Davies men are pigs. Besides, I offered to drive you home. Please, let me try to make it up to you. It's...it's the least I can do. Please?" he begged now out of breath. He stood appealing to her for forgiveness even though they both knew he had done nothing wrong.
Once again, Rachel took a good long look at the handsome young man. With his forlorn look, she knew that he had been truly embarrassed by his father's actions and she found herself suddenly wanting to pull the boy into her arms to comfort him as a mother would to a child. "Only this boy is not a child," she thought as she remembered the size of his erection as it pushed into her on the dance floor and later when she had wantonly stroked it through his pants in the booth.
These thoughts started to rekindle the feelings she had had earlier. Perhaps she had reacted to the elder Davies' fondling because he had reminded her of her own cheating husband. Perhaps she had realized her own morals would not allow her to partake in a sexual romp with both father and son. Nevertheless, the young man was once again, this time without even touching her, having an effect on her libido. She decided to accept his offer of the ride and see where it led.
The 20 year old valet muttered, "Lucky bastard!" under his breath when Rachel said okay and Johnathan threw him the keys to his brand new Mercedes.
The stars were shining brightly as the silver Mercedes made its way up the Ventura Highway. Johnathan had difficulty concentrating on the road as he kept looking over at Rachel's stocking-covered legs. The hem of her dress was halfway up her thighs and he wondered if he would get another chance at her or if his father had blown it for him.
He put a Harry Connick tape in the player and Rachel ooed, "Oh..I love his stuff. It's so romantic. He's like a young Frank Sinatra."
Looking over at the just-turned 19 year old, she laughed, "Silly me. You're much too young to know who 'ol Blue Eyes' was." Seeing the still quizzical lack of recognition, she continued, "Doesn't matter." With this, the 45 year old closed her eyes, put her head back and hummed along with the singer. She started fantasizing that she was dancing...not with Harry or Frank but rather with her young chauffeur.
This gave Jonathan a perfect opportunity to ogle Rachel's bursting neckline. He was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing a bra as there were no bra lines or straps and her nipples were obvious through the thin material. He wanted so much to put his hand on her nearest breast, massage it and then to kiss it - no, not just kiss it .....suck it. Then he would stroke her pussy and get her so wet that she would want to pull his face into her womanhood and have him pleasure her.
These thoughts had given him another hard on and he wriggled in his leather seat trying to readjust it, so that he was more comfortable. The noise of his movement caused Rachel to turn her head and look at the boy she had just been fantasizing about. The moonlight was bright enough that she could just make out the outline of his cock as he attempted to make himself more comfortable.
