Future of Porn

CHAOS 73 had been a huge success from the day that it opened. Spurnersville was far from a big city; in fact, to call it a large town was stretching the truth a little bit. But despite the clubs that the urban areas had to offer, people came from far and wide to see what the buzz was about.

Long before the grand opening, when CHAOS 73 was just a dream in the minds of a few ambitious people, it was intended to be a club where anyone could enjoy the atmosphere. Whether they were VIP or working class, gay or straight, enjoyed drinking cosmos or preferred something harder to get the night started, they all came. They all came and they all loved it.

The club was three stories high, the first level resembling a sports bar, with the exception of the flashing lights and high voltage music. It was simply a place where you could relax at a table by yourself or with company, order drinks, and watch the people above you on the second level, the dance club. The dance floor was clear, so the guests sitting on the bottom could see what was going on directly above them. CHAOS 73 opened at 9:30, and the dance floor was packed until closing time at 4:00 am.

The top level was a luxurious strip club, with beautiful girls dancing not only on 3 stages, but tableside and in private VIP rooms as well. The third level was closed off and could not be seen from the other two. The great thing about CHAOS was that it was essentially three clubs in one, each one distinct but still carrying that same aura of “anything can happen”, and guests could move freely between all three after paying a general admission.

Ownership of the club was divided amongst several investors, but Drew and Carmen were the actual managers of the club; arranging events, hiring help, and collecting feedback from the partiers. They both regularly dressed up and walked throughout the club anonymously, talking with random guests and finding out their likes and dislikes. After closing time, they would compare notes and determine ways to improve CHAOS even more. It was their baby, after all. Both successful in the world of business, CHAOS 73 was their first venture together after they were married.

Carmen sat in the first level of the bar, drinking a martini and watching a makeover show on The Learning Channel, paperwork spread out in front of her. “So much still to do…” she thought as she glanced over the coming month’s budget. Yes, CHAOS was making triple the money they’d expected, but Carmen was always conservative with her money and didn’t want to splurge right away.

In fact, Carmen was always conservative about everything, from her clothes to her sexuality. She was a beautiful woman, but rarely wore anything that showed off her gorgeous figure. And despite her beauty, Drew was the only man she had ever been with. Some of her girlfriends were shocked when they learned this, but she liked it that way. Drew had never failed to satisfy her. In fact, just thinking about all the ways that he DID satisfy her sparked a familiar tingling between her legs. Taking a quick look around to make sure she was alone, Carmen crossed her legs over her hand and rubbed her pussy lightly with her thumb, thinking about how good it felt when her husband licked and sucked on her clit.

Drew smiled smugly as he watched his wife through the clear floor of the second level. She did not know he was watching her, and even though what she was doing wouldn’t get a second glance from others passing by, Drew knew what she was doing and that she was thinking about him. He adjusted the crotch of his pants around his hardening cock, and knew he could not watch for much longer. There was business to attend to. He grabbed his cell phone and started heading for the third level.

Carmen was startled when her cell phone started vibrating against her leg, then ringing. At first she resented the distraction, but then glanced at the caller ID.

“Hey baby!” she said, happily.

“Hey beautiful, I need you up on the third floor. I’m auditioning some new dancers. I could really use your input.”

“My input?” She laughed. “Baby, I’m sure that your opinion on female strippers holds much more weight than mine.”

“Please Carmen, if you help me now, I’ll help you when we get home.”

“Oh really? Well, in that case, I’ll be right up.”

Carmen climbed the steps from the first floor to the third with ease. She turned heads as she walked past the maintenance crew. Even with her conservative dress, it was obvious that Carmen had a small, tight, athletic figure. She was 5′2″ and weighed around 110 pounds, so despite her best efforts, most tops brought attention to her C cup breasts. Her long, straight blonde hair, striking golden-brown eyes, and tan skin made her an all around knockout. Drew loved to show her off in front of other men, and was proud when Carmen’s girlfriends gossiped to his guy friends about her having only been with him.

Carmen ran straight over to Drew and gave him a kiss as he reached around and grabbed a handful of her round ass, much to the envy of the maintenance men. “Come on, sexy, we’ve got a girl to audition. I was supposed to see two of them, and one didn’t show, but I still need your opinion on whether or not she’s suitable for the job.”

Taking her husband’s hand and following him through to the doors to the strip club, Carmen laughed, blushing a little. “Okay, baby, but I still don’t know what you expect me to tell you.” Drew just squeezed her hand and led her to a table in front of the main stage. The stage was made out of solid black marble, with a silver pole in the middle reaching all the way to the top of the high ceiling.

In a loud voice, Drew called out, “Hey Dave, you ready with that music?” Dave gave the sign from the DJ’s booth. “Okay, Miss… uh… Eccentric, we are ready for you now.”

From the booth behind them, Dave turned on the lights. Carmen and Drew both watched as an amazingly sexy woman walked out onto the stage in front of them. Eccentric was tall, 5′10″ at least; with long legs and a slender but curvy figure with full breasts and a round, bouncy ass. Her dark hair was short and layered in the back, longer in the front with chunky red highlights framing her face. Her piercing blue eyes stood out, bright against her dark complexion.

“Good afternoon. I appreciate you taking the time to let me audition for you today.” Her voice was surprisingly clear, her words carefully articulate.

“Thank you for coming,” Drew responded. “My name is Drew Reynolds, this is my wife Carmen. We’re the primary investors and managers of CHAOS 73. I see that you’ve already provided us with all the necessary paperwork, proof of age and all. Let’s see… your application says that you’ve been dancing for 3 years at The Venus Hall, is that right?”

“Yes, Mr. Reynolds.”

“May I ask why you’re leaving The Venus Hall?”

“Everyone wants to be a part of CHAOS 73, sir.”

“Excellent answer!” Drew beamed with pride. “Okay, Eccentric, since you’ve already come prepared with your music, why don’t you show us what you’ve got?”

Dave dimmed the lights and started the music. Eccentric was wearing a short, see through black dress. She pulled it off slowly to the beat of the techno music, leaving her in only a small black g-string that tied in bows on each side and chunky black heels that wrapped up around her legs. Moving her body in perfect rhythm to the song, she made her way to the pole and climbed to the top and started sliding down seductively, grinding her pussy against the pole as she inched downward to the floor.

Carmen had been to the third floor before, and she particularly liked going with Drew. She knew that Drew would never be unfaithful to her, so she was able to enjoy seeing his reaction to watching other women. She looked to see his reaction to watching this woman now. Knowing he was aroused, Carmen reached over and laid her hand on his groin, rubbing his hard on slowly through his pants.

“Easy,” he whispered, at the same putting his hand on top of her’s, ensuring more contact between her hand and his cock. They both watched as Eccentric moved her beautiful body sensually on the stage. She made eye contact with them both the whole time she was dancing, and when the bright lights reflected off her eyes it was almost an eerie effect. All too soon the song was done, and the show was over. Dave brought the lights up.

“You did an excellent job, Eccentric. Very impressive,” Drew said, making a few comments on the paper in front of him. “However, there is just one more part of your audition.” Eccentric shot him a curious look, not sure what else she needed to do to get their approval. “I need to see what you can do when it comes to private lap dances.”

Carmen knew she didn’t need to be jealous, but felt like this was going a little bit too far. “I don’t think so, Drew,” she said, her voice giving away her discontent.

Drew chuckled a little and added, “For my wife, of course. Follow me back here into the VIP area. I want to see you give my wife a lap dance.”

“No, Drew, really… that’s not necessary.” Carmen looked a little uncomfortable at the idea. She had seen the girls dance for Drew, but had never gotten a lap dance herself before.

“Don’t be silly, baby. It’ll be fine. Besides, what you do on stage is no indication of what you can do one on one. I’m thinking about making a private lap dance part of every audition.”

Carmen reluctantly agreed. Drew walked over to the stage and lent Eccentric a hand in climbing down the long steps from the tall stage. She followed them to the VIP area. Eccentric didn’t exactly feel like having to fulfill some dickhead’s fantasy about watching a girl dance for his wife just to get a job; but from what she had heard, the girls at CHAOS 73 were making a ton of money. She needed the money. Not that she wasn’t attracted to Carmen, Eccentric loved dancing for and sleeping with beautiful women. She just wasn’t crazy about doing it just because every guy has the bisexual fantasy. Oh well, money’s money, and Eccentric knew that if she impressed Drew, she had this job in the bag.

Drew led Carmen to a large, comfortable red chair in a medium size room with low, sexy lighting. “When ever you’re ready, Dave, “Drew yelled to the DJ. “And whenever you are ready, Miss Eccentric.”

Dave started playing a slow R & B song with a deep beat and highly sexual undertone. Carmen sat stiff and slightly uncomfortable as Eccentric straddled her, grinding her pussy against Carmen’s stomach. She ran her hands over Carmen’s breasts as she rubbed her own in Carmen’s face, tracing her nipples over Carmen’s lips. Eccentric slid her hands under the other girl’s shirt and ran her long fingernails over Carmen’s hard nipples through her bra, as she moved her mouth to Carmen’s ear and started licking lightly. She had used the motion of her hips to push Carmen’s legs further apart so that now the two girls’ pussies were grinding against each other.

After a few minutes of this, Eccentric stood up in front of Carmen, still moving rhythmically, and she slowly untied one side of her g-string. Seeing Carmen’s eyes get wide, she playfully twirled the strings on the other side before untying them and letting her g-string fall to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. Putting her knees on the arm of the big red chair, she climbed up until her pussy was level with Carmen’s face and began grinding gently as looked over at Drew and played with her nipples.

Carmen was shocked. Despite the discomfort she had felt at the idea, she couldn’t help but find herself turned on as she felt this beautiful woman’s pussy brush against her face. She breathed in deeply to smell Eccentric’s scent; Carmen knew only her own but was excited by the smell – so different but so familiar. She had never been attracted to women, and the idea of sleeping with anyone other than her husband, LET ALONE another female had never crossed her mind. But as she watched, she fought back urges to touch and to taste.

Eccentric slid off the arms, turned around, and put her legs back into position, giving Carmen not only a full view of her pussy but her ass as well. She put one hand on the chair between Carmen’s legs to steady herself, and placed the other one on Carmen’s thigh. She worked her way up the other girl’s leg until she reached the middle. In the slow rhythm of the song, the way she did everything, Eccentric rubbed Carmen’s clit through her pants. The contact made Carmen moan loudly. She arched her back and laid her head against the back of the chair. Her reaction only encouraged Eccentric, who began rubbing a little harder and faster. She also pulled herself backwards, making sure to keep her pussy in Carmen’s view.

Drew was turned on enough just watching another woman touch his wife, but hearing Carmen moan and watching her squirm as this other woman pleasured her almost drove him over the edge. His cock was dying to escape from his khakis and ravage both women right then and there. Of course, Drew knew that wasn’t possible. First of all, to touch Eccentric would hurt Carmen so badly, and secondly, this was a business meeting after all… But he knew just as soon as they were alone, he would have his wife, right then and there.

Again, all too quickly, the song was over. Eccentric slid down from the chair. She reached down and picked her panties from the floor. As she stood up, she leaned over and gave Carmen a kiss on the cheek. “So when will I know about the job?” she asked.

“Eccentric, you have the job. Thank you for giving us such a good show.” Drew could hardly speak. He was trying to find the best way to stand to minimize the visibility of his raging hard on.

“Well, you have a beautiful wife, so you made it easy on me. Can I start tonight?”

“Absolutely. Doors open at 9:30, we expect you here at 9:00 sharp. Bring your own wardrobe.”

“Of course. See you two later.”

Carmen was still sitting speechless. She was so turned on, she wasn’t sure if she could move. As soon as Eccentric was gone, Drew grabbed Carmen up and started kissing her deep and hard, moving his tongue around to taste every bit of her mouth. He ran his hands over her body, squeezing each breast as he came to it, and then pulling her shirt off over her head, her bra quickly following it. He lowered his head to lick and suck on her nipples as they both began frantically un-fastening each other’s pants.

Normally, Carmen and Drew were very into foreplay, but at this moment they both wanted instant satisfaction. Carmen had Drew’s pants down first, stroking his large cock, making him moan as he pulled down her thin black pants to reveal see through pink lacey boy short underwear. He took a minute’s pause from undressing her to run his finger along her slit, and feeling how wet the other girl’s touch had made her turned him on even more. Carmen’s panties were off quickly, and she turned around and bent over the red chair, letting her husband know exactly how she wanted him to fuck her.

Positioning himself behind her, Drew entered her, hard and fast, and began slamming away at Carmen’s warm, wet pussy, feeling his balls bounce against her hot little ass as she matched his motions, moaning with every thrust. Carmen held onto the chair with one hand for balance, while the other quickly found its way to her clit. She began rubbing herself hard and fast.

Carmen usually wasn’t into talking dirty, but something came over her. She didn’t even know where the words were coming from. Between moans, she said, “You liked seeing that girl dance for me, didn’t you? Didn’t you love watching her touch me? Wouldn’t you love to watch me lick her pussy? Wouldn’t you love to fuck me like this while she came in my mouth?”

As she said it, she could feel her orgasm building, getting closer with every hard thrust of Drew’s cock. The thoughts plus the physical sensation pushed her over the edge; she shook so hard from the inside out, screaming, moaning Drew’s name. As she came, the constriction of her already tight pussy against Drew’s cock made him explode suddenly inside her. Both collapsing in the floor, Drew wrapped an arm around Carmen and pulled her close to him as they decided to settle down for a nap before opening time.

The party was on full blast at CHAOS 73, as usual, when Carmen decided to go mingle with the guests. It made her feel slightly self-conscious to dress in a revealing way, but in order to pass herself off as just another face in the crowd, she had to fit in. Wearing a light blue strapless top and a short white miniskirt, she gave her husband a kiss and left their table on the first floor for the dance party on the second. Drew stayed at the table, drinking a beer and enjoying the occasional glances he got up Carmen’s skirt as she shook her ass on the dance floor.

As he watched Carmen, he noticed someone else approaching her. It was Eccentric. She came from behind, put her hands on Carmen’s hips, and started dancing with her. Carmen spun around quickly to see who it was. She was shocked to see the girl from earlier, dressed in a short green halter dress which revealed the white g-string beneath it. “Eccentric, what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I’m taking a break,” Eccentric said coolly, as she returned her hands to Carmen’s hips and began dancing against her. “I thought I would come find you and we could finish what we started earlier.”

“I, uh, I – my – Drew would –” Carmen tried to find the words. “I don’t think…”

Eccentric leaned in close to Carmen and whispered in her ear, “Eat my pussy and then go kiss your husband. See how ‘upset’ he is.” Using Carmen’s hips to guide her, Eccentric pushed her against the wall and kissed her.

Carmen was hesitant at first, but was soon returning the kisses with the same enthusiasm. Soon she found herself reaching out to touch Eccentric’s gorgeous body, rubbing and squeezing her breasts. Eccentric took one of Carmen’s hands from her breasts and brought it to her pussy. Carmen slid her hand inside Eccentric’s panties, feeling the smooth, soft shaved skin.

Eccentric spread her legs a little. She broke the kiss only long enough to whisper, “Finger fuck my pussy.”

Carmen did as she was told; she worked her way down Eccentric’s slit until she found her opening, which was pouring juices. She slid her finger inside, probing all around, enjoying the feeling of the other girl. Eccentric moaned and leaned up against Carmen, as she slid another and yet another finger into her pussy; moving them in and out quickly and coming back in hard. She tried to do to Eccentric what she thought felt good when Drew fingered her.

Drew, from his seat below, could see everything. He was surprised, but turned on. His wife, his “good girl” was fingering another woman, and in public for that matter! Ensuring a position where no one could see him, he pulled out his cock and started jacking.

Carmen slid her fingers out and brought them to her lips, licking and sucking the juices from Eccentric’s pussy off of them, eager to taste her. Carmen, becoming less nervous, grabbed Eccentric’s hips and changed position so that the other girl was against the wall. She kneeled down below Eccentric, and reached up to slide her panties down. Eccentric was much taller than Carmen, so she squatted down a little to give Carmen better access.

Since Eccentric was squatting, it didn’t take much effort on Carmen’s part to spread open her lips and reveal her clit. She gave it a few tentative licks at first, and then dove in, pushing her tongue hard against the other girl’s clit, licking in quick circular motions. Eccentric moaned and grinded against her face. With her free hand, she slid a finger inside of the other girl’s pussy. When her finger was soaking wet, she reached around behind Eccentric and slid her finger slowly and gently into the other girl’s asshole. Eccentric grabbed a handful of Carmen’s blonde hair and pushed her face even harder against her pussy.

I purred, “I have a headache. Do you mind if I lie down and watch TV with you for a little while? I took some night-time headache medicine and need to relax before I go to sleep.”

“No problem,” Roger responded while trying not to look at my body.

As I touched his cheek, I whispered, “You look so handsome tonight, Roger.”

Roger blushed and stammered back, “Thank you, I am going to dinner with Amy and her parents at their country club.”

“Amy should be proud to walk into the room with you. She is a very lucky girl.”

I pretended I was sleepy and stretched out next to him. While placing my head on his lap, I asked Roger to rub my temple. I slipped one hand under his leg, curled my fingers around the inside of his thigh and used him like a pillow. He started to give me a head massage. In this position, Roger could check out every inch of my body without worrying about me catching him. The light stretchy material hugged my body without revealing anything. The slit exposed my legs and I kept rubbing my legs together to emphasize their nakedness.

The front of the gown plunged down to my waist and tightly held my round breasts in place. My cleavage was very inviting and I knew Roger was getting an eyeful with my erect nipples pushing at the gown. I turned onto my side so that he could see how the material hugged my little bubble butt. After a few minutes, I pretended to be asleep and started to snore lightly. I smiled to myself because the thin gown had ridden up so that my most of my hip and leg were exposed. Roger could tell I was not wearing panties.

After a few more minutes Roger whispered, “Are you awake, Mrs. Applethorpe?”

My breathing became a little heavier. I soon felt Roger testing me. He was running his fingers through my hair with one hand. Roger’s other hand was on my upper arm and I felt it slide forward and rested his fingertips on my breast. He withdrew his hand but when I did not object, he rested his fingertips on my breast. Ever so gently, he kneaded my breasts with his fingers. When nothing happened, Roger got a little bolder. He slowly ran his fingers along the side of my breasts and pressed further into my flesh. I felt his dick growing.

Roger kept testing me to see what he could do to me while I slept. His fingers ran along my side and down my narrow waist until his hand rested on my ass. He slowly pulled my nightgown up to expose my ass cheek. He could not reach my pussy so he settled for timidly squeezing one of my ass cheeks and then covering me up again. He softly placed his hand on my breast. Without any resistance from me, Roger’s touch soon turned to a caress as he explored my chest.

The touch of his hand excited me. This was so wrong. I should not allow Roger to be touching me like this, but I was so excited. I could not stop him so I promised myself that I would not let it go too far. I would be so embarrassed if anyone found out. I would be devastated if Tom found out.

Roger whispered, “Are you awake?”

When I didn’t stop him from fondling me, he felt emboldened. Roger reached down, softly wrapped his large warm hand around my breast through the thin fabric and gently massaged my tit. He kept trying to get my entire breast into his hand but my breast was too large. With my head on his lap, I could feel his dick harden and twitch under his slacks. Roger slipped his fingertips to my nipple and teased it. Somehow my nipple grew bigger and I felt Roger’s dick twitch harder against my head. Roger’s caress soon turned into a grope as his attention turned to my other breast. His soft exploring fingers felt wonderful through the gown. My pussy was soaked and I wanted relief so badly.

I decided to move a little and scare him. When I stirred, Roger froze as I moved. He stopped breathing. I adjusted myself while pretending to be asleep. Roger’s hand froze in the middle of squeezing my tit because he was afraid he would wake me if he moved. He waited until he could hear my heavy breathing again and then he continued to feel me up. He kept getting bolder. Then, he pulled aside my nightgown’s neckline so my full breast was exposed.

His breathing became heavier as he gently moved his hips back and forth underneath me. His hand held my head still as he slowly rubbed his dick against me through his pants. He had me so worked up. I wanted to turn over, pull his pants down and swallow his dick. Roger was driving me mad. I could feel the heat from his loins against my cheek. It took all of my will power not to move.

Roger pulled my top open far enough that he could see my entire breast. I knew what he could see. The smooth tanned slope of my breast rose up to the soft white skin normally hidden by my skimpy bathing suit. At the very edge of my tan line, my puffy pink nipple rose from my breast into a hard button. Roger’s hand slipped down to my naked flesh and fondled my breast as he started to move his hips faster. I froze while he kept fondling me under my nightgown and I forced myself not to scream out in heated passion. How could he think anyone would sleep through this molestation was beyond me.

He pressed his crotch harder against me so he could get more friction as his dick kept twitching. He kept grinding his cock against me until he started to cum. At that point, I felt his back arch and his grasp on my naked breast grew firmer. His body started to quiver. Under my head, I felt his cock spasm as his sperm ejaculated inside his pants with each stroke. A silent groan escaped his lips as his orgasm subsided. He released his hand from my breast and leaned back into the sofa in exhaustion.

A young little stud had just molested me and I loved every bit of it. I wanted to hold him and kiss him. He was so damn sexy and he made me so damn horny. My pussy was soaked and my clit throbbed from the lack of attention. I just wanted to rip his clothes off and mount him. I wanted to fuck Roger so badly. I wanted more of him but had to force myself not to respond. Meanwhile, Roger fumbled around with my gown and tried to put my breasts back into my top.

I waited a minute after he came and pretended to wake up. I acted bewildered about where I was and what time it was. “I am so sorry, Roger.” I apologized. “You’re late for your date with Amy. You better hurry!”

“It’s okay. I can meet them at the club.”

I got up from the couch and pulled him to his feet. Even in the dim light, I noticed his sperm had soaked the front of his pants. I pushed Roger to the front door, opened it, kissed him on the cheek and pushed Roger outside. “You better hurry up so you don’t miss dinner. Roger, I am so sorry. You need to change your pants before you see Amy and her parents. It looks like I drooled all over you when I was sleeping,” I said with a smile.

Roger blushed when he looked down at the wet spot on his pants and quickly turned to leave. Roger turned back to say goodbye and I waived back. I could see his eyes examine every inch of my body as I stood in the doorway and smiled. I knew he would be thinking about me on his date and Amy was going to remain a virgin for another day. I felt sorry for Amy, but I could not stop myself. It was nice to know that Roger preferred me to someone as young and beautiful as Amy.

At times, I felt a little guilty about teasing Roger. He was so young and so easy to manipulate. I should leave him alone, but I was attracted to him and he was technically an adult. He was showing me more attention than I had in years. None of my boyfriends made me so hot. He made me feel so sexy. I decided it was okay because he had started it and he was not getting hurt. I needed to be careful. My son couldn’t find out how much his best friend had used his mother. My guilt did not stop me from teasing Roger. I realized it was a sickness and that I was addicted to teasing Roger. I accepted it.

Just to push his buttons a little harder, I started to ‘accidentally’ brush my breasts or my hips against him when we walked by each other in the kitchen or hallway. When Roger was reading something at the table, I would bend over and act as if I was interested in his article. I innocently slipped my breast along the side of his face or his shoulder. I could feel his muscles ripple as my breast rubbed against the side of his neck. He lost all interest in anything but me because of all of my teasing.

When Tom was not home, Roger came out by the pool while I was sunning myself. I always wore a little green thong bathing suit with a short flirty skirt for modesty. I would remove the skirt, lay down on the plush chaise lounge and undo my top. Within moments, Roger would volunteer to put suntan lotion on me, but he did it more as a lover instead of my son’s best friend.

He would warm up the lotion between his hands and apply it with long lingering strokes along my calves, up my legs and over my exposed ass. I could feel his fingers between my thighs. He got bolder with each stroke up my tanned legs and over my firm ass. His fingertips would be very close to my pussy and lightly touch the thin thong. I could feel the lotion drip between my ass cheeks and then his fingers spreading my cheeks to get the stray drops. He then smoothed the extra lotion into my ass. I teased him by spreading my legs a little further to ease his access. Then he would start on my shoulders, down my back and along my sides. Sometimes, his fingertips accidentally touched the sides of my breasts. A 15-second job would take him five to 10 minutes. It felt so good, like I was a queen.

Sometimes when I was feeling naughty, I would roll over onto my back while holding my loose bikini top over my breasts and I would ask him to apply lotion to my front side. From behind my dark sunglasses, I would watch Roger’s strong hands press into my skin, smeared the lotion down my tummy to the edge of my thong and then over the edges of my pelvic bones. Roger’s breathing grew heavy. He would rub the lotion into my shoulders and upper chest and then work his way down to the tops of my tits and up to the edges of my tan lines across each breast. He avoided moving my top but I knew he wanted to rip it off me. Poor Roger, his hands were shaking so much.

I had him move down to my legs so they wouldn’t burn. I watched his fingers tremble as he rubbed the lotion between my toes, around my ankles, up my calves and onto my thighs. He always complimented me on my little gold toe ring. Then, I would bend my knees and place my foot against his chest so he could rub the lotion all over my legs. When I was in a playful mood, I would tell him where he missed and he would lift my leg to get the neglected spot. The best part was watching him try to hide his erection. His swim trunks were always baggy but the tent his dick created was unmistakable. Poor Roger. When he was done, Roger quickly stood up and jumped into the cool pool.

As a reward, I slowly exposed my breasts to him. He would be in the pool with his arms on the pool edge talking to me. While lying on my stomach, I would lift myself up slightly and expose the white of my breasts to him while reaching for my water bottle. My breasts would hang freely and lightly touch the chaise lounge. His eyes never left my chest. I never knew if he could see my pink erect nipples but I knew he tried very hard to catch a glimpse of them.

I could have spent the entire summer teasing poor Roger. He was always around me and I loved the attention. No one noticed what was happening but then things changed. One lazy, sunny Saturday morning I had slept in until 11:00am. I got up and walked barefoot to the kitchen for coffee. Then, I sat down to read the newspaper at the kitchen table. The sun beamed outside, the house was silent, my hair was a mess and I was waking up slowly. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and then felt strong hands on my shoulders.

Roger’s sexy voice broke the silence, “Good Morning, beautiful.”

He followed it with a lingering kiss on my cheek from behind. A little spark of excitement stirred me. Roger hovered behind me and said Tom left a note saying he had the early shift at work and then Tom was going to my ex-husband’s house for the night. I could smell a hint of Roger’s cologne and took a deep breath.

Roger asked, “What is the news? What does it say about the war?”

I started to read him the article but something was wrong. Roger stayed behind me with his hands resting on my shoulders as I read him the story. He was bent over me far enough that his chest was touching the back of my hair. I thought about it and knew what was wrong.

He was leaning over me too far. I was wearing light green ribbed cotton sweater and thin blue pajama bottoms with smiling moons printed on them. My sweater buttons down the front with a wide scooped neckline that exposes much of my breasts. Roger was not reading the paper. He was looking down the front of my sweater and checking out my tits! The sweater was loose fitting but the scoop neckline dipped to the edges of my nipples. Roger stared at my tits while I read so I slowly straightened my back and slowly pushed them out with pride.

I looked into the reflection in the window and could see him checking me out. I continued to read him the paper and drink my coffee, but I watched him in the reflection in the window to our right. He kept moving his head from side to side to get the best angle down my sweater. I sized up Roger. He was wearing shorts hanging low on his hips. He must have woken up with an erection because it was clearly visible. I understood why he stayed behind me. He was beautiful. His naked chest was broad and muscular. His stomach was flat with just a trace of hair leading to his groin. He looked very good. Why did he have to be Tom’s best friend?

I snapped out of it when he started massaging my neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, he was very good at it and I told him so. This was a mistake. I should not have said anything because it only encouraged him. He started to massage my neck and then started on the muscles along my collarbone. After a couple of minutes, his hands slid the sweater off my left shoulder so he could give me a better massage. His strong fingers felt so good on my bare skin. He alternated between a gentle touch and a sharp pressure. While he kneaded me, I kept reading the paper to him.

I glanced down and could see what he was doing. He had managed to adjust the neckline so he could see further down my sweater. He could now see down between my breasts almost to my navel. He could even see the edge of my pink puffy areola. I could feel the heat from his touch. He then stretched the sweater off my right shoulder so both shoulders were bare. In the window’s reflection, I could see his large hands massaging the toned muscles of my shoulders. His hands looked great on my bare skin.

Also, in the reflection, I could see his hips slowly moving against the back of my chair. He was in a daze. I should have said something but all I could do was moan softly. I knew what he was doing. He was jacking off by rubbing his penis against the back of my chair while staring down the front of my top and touching me. It was hot.

Nonchalantly, he stretched the sweater’s neckline off my shoulders and down my arms, so more of my shoulders and upper arms were exposed. He continued his massage and worked the sweater three or four inches down my back. As he continued, my sweater stretched to the point where the top button popped open. We both knew it happened but neither of us said a word. The green sweater slid further down my chest as he continued to massage my upper back. The sweater now rested half way down my breasts. I didn’t know where our silent conspiracy was going to end.

Roger continued to massage more of my back. Soon my shoulder blades were exposed and the sweater stretched a little more as he slid it further down my arms. Why was I letting him go so far? My mouth was dry as I stared at our reflection in the window. I watched as the next buttonhole on my sweater stretched and unfastened. I did not do anything about it. I could feel my sweater loosen and slide down my upper torso a little more as the cool air caused goose bumps along my neck.

I had stopped reading and the room was silent as his hands slipped up to my neck and down my back. He stretched the sweater even more as his hand slid down under my sweater to my lower back. If the next button popped, the sweater would drop to my waist and expose my breasts. As it was, the white of my breasts were exposed and just the edge of my nipple kept the garment from falling off.

With his hands still on me, I watched him use me to masturbate. I could see his head bob from side to side to get a better look down the front of my top. His hips quickened their pace against the back of the chair. I was on fire from all of Roger’s attention. My ex-husband had never made me so excited. My pussy was soaked and I started to squeeze my thighs together. He had stopped talking and every few moments, I heard his breath escape as one of my pink nipples was partially exposed.

I needed relief. I wanted him to slip his hand down my shirt and massage my breast; hold me; kiss me; take me. I could see the tension building in the next button. In moments, something was going to happen. Should I stop it? Should I let him have me? I finally came to my senses and asked Roger to refill my coffee. I caught Roger’s look in the reflection. It was unforgettable. He looked shocked and embarrassed. Roger stopped what he was doing and went to get the coffee.

In the reflection, I could see him trying to hide his erect penis. When he turned away from me, I adjusted my top. When he returned with the coffee, I popped up to my feet and announced I was taking a shower. I took the coffee cup from Roger while he hid behind the chair and I kissed him on the cheek. I hoped he could not see the wet spot in my pajamas as he watched my hips sway down the hall. I smiled to myself. Since Tom was gone, I had all day to tease Roger.

I expected him to spy on me. I closed the bathroom door behind me and opened the medicine cabinet door so I could see the door from the shower. The bathroom looked like a spa. It was filled with mirrors, a large bathtub, steam room, and open shower. I tore off my clothes, turned on the water, and stepped down into the shower. I lathered myself while making sure my back was to the door so Roger could see me without detection. To relieve the ache in my pussy, I aimed the hand-held showerhead to my clit and used the shower spray against it. I was amazed how worked up I had become.

Then I heard it; the door creaked. I looked into the mirror and I saw the door opening. Since he had seen everything else, I decided to give him a real show. I spread my long tanned legs to give the showerhead better access to my swollen pussy. A stream of water pulsated on my clit. My clit was so sensitive from all of this morning’s teasing. I started to cum immediately and started to fall. I grabbed the showerhead protruding from the wall, bent my head backwards, opened my mouth and let out a deep loud moan. I knew he was watching me. I started shaking and my knees began to fold.

I let go of the showerhead, slid down the marble wall and collapsed on the floor. Quickly, I turned toward the door and our eyes met for a second. My eyes said I wanted him, but Roger quickly shut the door. After a few minutes, I regained my composure and dried off but when I left my room, I could not find Roger. He was gone. Poor Roger. I made a decision and planned our evening. I decided to ease his dilemma.

Later that afternoon, I called Roger; said I needed to talk to him about this afternoon, told him to be at my house at 7:00 p.m. sharp and hung up before he could refuse. At 7:00 p.m., he rang the doorbell and I opened the door. I wore a little black wrap around dress that hugged my curves, tall silver sling-back heels, and a diamond that hung down between my breasts.