Eric Richards rose from the table and told the four women he had been sitting with that he would see them later. Erik was 27 years old; six foot two inches tall, with short brown hair, brown eyes and a firm build. He was a handsome man and a well dresser. He, along with the four women he was traveling with, part of a search committee seeking a new youth minister for their local interfaith church of which Eric had been an active member of since his divorce five years earlier. They had flown into Las Vegas to visit a candidate for the job and were now sitting in their hotel lounge enjoying a relaxing after dinner drink. Fortunately the church they attended had liberal views concerning alcohol so this wasn't anything uncommon. Still, Eric limited himself to only one drink before heading for the gym to workout.
The four women he was with were Cheryl Johnson, a twenty-six-year-old single woman who had been a member of the church for nearly two years. She was an attractive lady with medium length brown hair, blue eyes and a cute smile. She was still attractive despite being about fifteen pounds overweight, mostly in the rear and hips.
Kate Hendricks was 35 years old. She had long, light brown hair and blue eyes. Was average looking with a fair body. She had been married for thirteen years and had a son and daughter ages eleven and nine. She worked as a nurse at the local hospital. While she was still happily married, her marriage was not quite what she would like it to be as her husband was a workaholic who spent little time at home.
Fran Hopkins was the senior member of the group. She was 47 years old and had been married since age twenty. She had one daughter who was now fully grown and had two small children of her own. Despite her age, Fran was probably still had the best body of the four women. She was athletic and still had a shapely 34 C, 28, 34 body. Her face showed her age but she was still fairly attractive. Fran's husband was six years older than she was, and the two of them were still happy together.
The fourth woman was 25 year old Esther Haywood. She was a very pretty girl with short, dark brown hair and brown eyes. But she was very petite and stood and was barely five feet tall. She was married to the minister of music for the church and was the only one not drinking.
Cheryl held up her glass as Eric walked out of view and said, "There goes one fine example of a man. Just look at that rear."
"You're so bad." Fran said with a grin.
"If he would only make himself available I would love to go out with him." Cheryl continued.
"He is a looker," Esther agreed. "It's too bad that his first wife seems to have turned him off on women."
"Oh he likes women," Fran said. "But he's committed to remaining celibate until he gets married again. And he doesn't plan on dating until he's certain that he's found the right woman."
Cheryl shook her head. "That is such a waste of a man."
"It's more of a waste than you can imagine." Kate spoke up after taking another sip of beer.
"What do you mean?" Cheryl asked.
"I shouldn't say anything, but his looks aren't the only thing remarkable about him."
The other three waited for her to continue.
"He has a huge dick." She whispered.
"And how would you know?" Fran asked.
"He had to have surgery on a hernia a few years ago. I was one of the nurses and happened to see it. I tell you, when he's hard he has to be ten inches at least."
"Oh my god." Esther blushed.
"Don't tell me that," Cheryl said. "It's been so long since I've been with a man I can't imagine what its like. Much less imagining someone that size."
"I know, my husband is only six inches. I've always wondered what it would be like with someone Eric's size."
Fran laughed. "Well, I've never minded my husband's size, but he has to take the little blue pill to get it hard anymore. So I don't get it as often as I used to."
"What about your husband?" Kate asked Esther.
"I don't think it's very appropriate for me to say anything about that." Esther replied, blushing even more. Esther husband was the only man she had ever been with. Like her, he was a short man and though she never measured him, she guessed that he wasn't even six inches as Kate's husband was. But she was not about to tell the other girls that.
The girls continued drinking, and the topic continually came back to Eric and his reported size. Soon Esther became bored and went to her room.
After a few more beers, Cheryl, Kate and Fran were feeling pretty giddy and horny as well. When they saw Eric return to the bar, wearing his gym shorts and a tee shirt they motioned for him to come over and join them. Eric got a beer and took a sip before excusing himself to go to the restroom.
The alcohol had done wonders to change the morals of the three ladies by now.
"Damn, I'm wet as hell. I really want to screw him." Cheryl said.
"Good luck," Kate told her. "He won't have sex with anyone."
"Well maybe I'll just have to rape him." Cheryl replied. "If I could just get him hard then I might be able to convince him to fool around."
"Maybe one of these will help." Fran said, producing a bottle of pills from her purse. "I take these with me when I travel to make sure that my husband doesn't take one by mistake with his other pills and end up hard all night long."
