PROCURESS OF THE MENU’S DOWNTOWN SOCIAL HOUR
My four club reprobates, as I so endearingly refer to them, have all experienced pressing travel schedules. However, as Procuress of their S-E-X menu, I have kept in touch by texting. My challenge has been to coordinate calendars for a happy hour meeting at the exclusive Club’s downtown location. Success! Over drinks and appetizers, it’s time to explore my clients’ wish-list of libido desires, so that I can arrange, as well as set the date, for the upcoming Fuck-Fest. The new location of Bizz Man’s Jameston Hall will be a complete surprise!
What male naughtiness will be ordered from the eroticism menu that I present to them tonight?
I await in the club’s luxurious lobby for the four gentlemen to arrive. After all, I am the invited guest of my cousin, Bizz Man, a distinguished member of this club.
He is the first to arrive. “Good to see you!” is my cousinly greeting, as our lips lightly buss. “Oh! Look at my lipstick all over your cheeks. What will the other gentlemen think?” is my facetious remark. “Hopefully cousin-to-cousin lewdness” is his smart-ass retort. “You, our Procuress, look stunning tonight. What is that perfume you are indulging yourself with? Lovely!”
As if on cue, Cyber Man, U-Man and Legal Man then stroll into the club’s front lobby.
This summer evening invitingly lures our party to the outdoor patio, defined by vividly glazed pots and overflowing bouquets of summer annuals in riotous colors. Small talk and cordialities are quickly subsumed in the real business at hand – that of planning the next secretive gathering. What will each man’s libido craving be this time around? I sense unbridled testosterone awash over all their conversations, reaffirming in my mind that setting a specific date for amorous play time is long overdue!
It's not so much their banter that is distracting me at this very moment, but it’s the butterflies --so numerous and busily flitting among the courtyard’s nasturtiums and daisies. These delicate creatures certainly remind me of some of my more memorable sexual experiences. I have to very consciously draw myself back into this foursome’s chitchat.
“What will it be for each of you, gentlemen?” is my catch-up question, penetrating thoughtful silence that has settled in around our table.
I believe it was U-Man that posed the next question and turned to focus on me, taking me somewhat aback. “Three of us really don’t know much about our beguiling Procuress of the Menu, except that you are Bizz Man’s first cousin and a most intriguing woman. Before we start detailing our next play session that you are so graciously arranging for us, we would be delighted for you – as our “go to” woman, to share something personal about yourself. Maybe even arouse us a bit over our cocktails?”
Legal Man then chimed in, “After all, there are very few secrets among the five of us sitting at this table! In fact, damn few!” Cyber Man vigorously nodded his head in agreement, then reached for his scotch on the rocks.
With that line of probing, my cousin leaned way back in his chair, sipped his dirty martini and simply offered “Go ahead, Cousin, give these lecherous geezers something to fantasize about.” Then he smiled.
“If you want personal sexual vignettes, that I can most certainly delight you with” was my reply.
So, I began my storytelling to entertain these gentlemen for their cocktail hour.
“As an only child, I never relished being casually touched. That was about to change, as my childhood bestie was also my next-door neighbor. There were plenty of girly sleep overs with warm bubbly baths, and Jody and I always shared the same bath, with the upstairs bathroom door closed, but unlocked. It was my girlfriend’s older sister that would frequently come in, plunk the toilet lid seat down and stay awhile to chat and toke one of their Dad’s snitched cigarettes. She just knew about boys and stuff like that! Big sisters were so smart, and Jody and I admired her worldliness to no end!
With washcloth in hand, it never even occurred to us that there was anything between our legs, except a spot to pee from and an ass to keep tidy. Big sister certainly filled in our little girl knowledge gaps! On one of big sister’s bathroom visits, she asked for my washcloth and deliberately ran it up my inner thigh. Her other hand reached under the bath water and slowly opened my girly-pink baby skin smooth labias. As improper as this seemed, pressing that soapy cloth to my clit introduced me to the sensations of pleasuring myself. Standing up in the bath water and having big sister hold my back and massage there – well --lordy, that first climax was a real stunner.
As a child, reaching under my panties was something I just knew I shouldn’t be doing – or, worse yet, get caught doing! But I loved the exhilaration of it, and masturbated often. Growing up, whenever I saw those beautiful pink and glittery butterfly stickers that little girls adore and paste on everything that doesn’t move, all I could think about was what it felt like to experience the big O. The idea of fucking a man hadn’t even entered this little girl’s mind – yet. And, my mother discussing menstrual periods was way in my future!
The second childhood recollection about being intimately touched involved yours truly who is sitting at this table. Yes, I’m referring to you, Cousin Bizz Man.”
At that point, the three other gentlemen at our table focused all eyes on him and awaited his reaction. He continued to quietly sip his drink.
“There was a six-year age gap between us and, as a teen, he certainly took a lot of my sexual learning as his personal mission. I was about seven when the subject of a boy’s cock came up. Of course, I had never seen one, except in a photo of Michelangelo’s “David” masterpiece. I never ever did see my dad’s.
When we were alone with parents working, my cousin asked if I wanted to see HIS? Of course, “Yes” was my response. He unzipped right in front of me and jacked himself off. I was mortified. How could boy private parts be so different than a girl’s? And what was that gooey whitish stuff? He even spread it on his fingers for me to taste. Salty!
Needless to say, Bizz Man continued my cousin-to-cousin seductive education, up to the point of almost taking my virginity. One evening, I really struggled to push his weight off of me before that happened. He had tugged my panties completely off and his trousers and BVDs were twisted about his ankles. Hickey marks were everywhere on my neck. We just had to cool it. I really didn’t want my cousin raping me! There certainly were no butterflies at that moment!
As we reached college age and beyond, our lives separated, even in terms of living in the same area. When I returned midlife to city living, we renewed our friendship of being cousins and began to enjoy – shall we say, intimacies.”
