The following morning, Tuesday, a little after ten o'clock Tom Taylor entered my office and took a seat. "I just had a call from Sarah." He said, "She has been talking with Missy Rutledge! Missy told her all about last night and also told her that she had you lined up with Betty Hampton! You know what? You're the luckiest bastard I know!" I smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Tom took a drag on his cigar and said, "Because Betty and her husband were members of our little group until he died and she and Missy and my wife were the three best pieces of ass in the group and I include Sarah, not because she's my wife, but because it's true! You know that after last Saturday night! Believe me. I've screwed thirty-five or forty women since I first started back in high school and of that number those three are the very best!
And I can tell you this, of the three Betty Hampton is the best little cocksucker! In fact of the thirty-five or forty women I've screwed all but three or four have sucked my cock and none of them can hold a candle to Betty! That's why I say you're the luckiest bastard I know. When are you going to see her?" I chuckled, took out a cigar and lit it! "I don't know. I haven't called her yet." I said. "For God's sake what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" Tom asked. "If I were you I'd call her right now." He continued.
We talked for a few more minutes and as he stood to leave Tom said, "Take my advice and get on the phone right now and call Betty Hampton! I promise you won't be sorry!" At the door he turned and said, "I envy you, you lucky bastard!"
After Tom was gone I fished the piece of paper, which Missy had given me with Betty's home and office numbers on it and dialed her office number. When I finally reached her secretary I was told that Mrs. Hampton had taken an early lunch with her sales manager and a prospective client and that she should return no later than one thirty!
I waited till just before noon, called Tom and said, "Let's go to lunch." As we exited the building Tom asked, "Well did you call her?" I nodded and before I could speak he asked, "Well how'd it go? When are you going to see her? You lucky bastard." I finally got a chance to tell him that she had been out to lunch and that I hadn't had a chance to talk to her.
I waited until quarter till two and then phoned Betty's office again. Her secretary asked who was calling and after I told her she put me on hold and in less than a minute Betty Hampton was on the phone! I said, "Mrs. Hampton you don't know me. My name is Chuck Wilson. I'm the guy Mrs. Rutledge spoke to you about last night." Betty said, "Hold the phone a minute, will you Chuck? I want to close my office door." She laid the phone down and I heard her walk away and then the door closing. When she returned she said, "Chuck I'm sooo glad that you called. I've been expecting your call all morning and when you didn't call earlier I thought maybe you'd changed your mind!" I replied, "Not a chance!"
Betty took a deep breath and said, "I want you to know that Missy called me earlier and told me all about last night and I can only tell you that if you're just half as good as Missy says you are I just can't wait! Is there any chance that you can get off work early? Maybe we could meet for a drink or something." I replied, "Gosh Betty I wish I could. I've heard great things about you, but leaving early today is out of the question. We're having a staff meeting at three and I have to be there. How about I pick you up about six-thirty and we can go to dinner?" With no hesitation she accepted my offer. I said, "Great! I know this fabulous little Italian place! Great food and the dress is casual. See you at six-thirty!" Betty said, in a sexy, throaty voice, "I can hardly wait! Just don't be late!"
Promptly at six-thirty I pulled up to her house. Her place, though not as impressive as the Rutledge place, was nothing to sneeze at! Brick and stone and two stories high with impressive landscaping, it was something you might expect to see in BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS! I rang the bell and the door immediately opened! I had no trouble recognizing Betty Hampton! She looked even better in the flesh than in the pictures, which Missy had shown me! Betty was tall, about 5'7", coal-black hair, blue gray eyes and although her tits weren't nearly as large as Missy's they were of a nice size, her stomach was flat, her waist narrow and her hips flared nicely! She surprised me by putting her arms around my neck and giving me an open mouth kiss! That was an invitation to let my tongue explore her mouth so that's what I did. I shouldn't have to tell you that my cock began to respond at once!
On the drive to the restaurant Betty sat on the passenger side, like any respectable lady on her first date, but after we had finished our meal I opened her door for her and when I got into the car she slid across the seat to sit next to me! I put my arm around her and kissed her, my other hand cupped her tit and gave it a squeeze! Betty moaned and slipped her tongue into my mouth! Encouraged by her positive response I placed her hand in my lap! With her fingers, she traced the length of my rapidly expanding cock! Before starting the car I lowered the zipper of my fly and Betty's hand dipped in and fished out my hardening pecker! In no time I was hard as iron and as Betty ran her hand up and down the length she muttered, "Geez! It really is as big as Missy said!" All the way back to her house she slowly stroked my rigid cock.
Once inside she led me upstairs to her bedroom. As I was undressing her she said, "I feel as excited and nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding night!" I laughed and asked, "Is there any such thing?" She giggled and replied, "Well maybe there was a hundred years ago!"
