Chapter 4
Gail was in a quandary. She enjoyed being with Sam, but knew the intimate relationship was leading to something permanent. Gail didn't want a permanent relationship with Sam. True, he was handsome enough, he was a fantastic lover, but the living he earned was just adequate. She Wanted luxury, this time. Lisa's father had earned an adequate living, and once he had left her, Gail had been forced to slave to maintain the same standard of living. This time she wanted a better than well-to-do man, in case things didn't work out, when a divorce came through, there would be a hefty cash settlement. Whether she remained married to her next mate or not, Gail wanted security.
Yet the woman was strongly attracted to Sam. She had to admit that much to herself. He was a good companion to have on a lonely Saturday night. And as the weeks passed, he filled her weekends as surely as he filled her tight pussy with his thick, heavy cock. She enjoyed his company, especially on picnics, or in the movies. Once, she had even allowed Lisa to come with them on a picnic, and Gail saw how well Sam got along with her daughter. It was the kind of relationship she wished Lisa would have with the man she, Gail, eventually hoped to marry.
What irritated Gail the most was the fact that she was feeling herself starting to fall in love with the shoe-repair man. Crazy as it sounded, she enjoyed his company even when they were not sharing a sexual bout. Just being around him made her feel warm and comfortable. And what was more, she was able to see Sam was just as comfortable with her. Damn! She had to do something, or this would get out-of-hand.
The only way to change things was to date other men. When they heard she was a divorcee, they were more than willing to go out with Gail. After all, divorcees were supposed to be hot to trot. And so, Gail reserved Friday evenings and Sundays for Sam, but went out with other men on Saturday night. She rejected most of their advances, since she wanted to get to know a man well before she'd allow herself to be physically handled. Most men were impatient, and when they saw she would not put out, simply stopped seeing her.
Gail worked in a small office in the heart of the village in which she lived. She had worked her way up to becoming a private secretary, and though her boss was a somewhat handsome man, he had always been all business until a Monday in early October. When he buzzed her, Gail went into the man's plush office, and he said, "Mrs. Roberts, I'm going away to a conference this weekend at a plush hotel resort not too far from here. Since I'll want notes taken of the conference, I was wondering if you might want to come along."
Mr. Sidlander was not quite Gail's idea of a dream man, but he wasn't at all bad-looking. True, he was a bit portly, and he was losing his hair, but he was still presentable. Gail understood he was indirectly propositioning her, and since he was a bachelor, Gail reasoned this might be the opportunity for which she had been waiting. If she performed to his satisfaction, it might be the start of one helluva relationship.
"All right," she nodded. "I'll tell my daughter and make my plans accordingly."
"Fine," Sidlander nodded.
When she went home, that evening, Gail told Lisa she would be going away for the weekend, on business. She wanted Lisa to spend the weekend at her grandmother's house, but the grandmother was going to visit some friends, so Gail had to make Lisa promise not to allow any strangers into the house. Lisa promised, thinking of Sam as not being a stranger. Since that time he and she had shared what she subsequently learned was a sixty-nine, Sam had avoided any physical contact with her, though she had gone to his store often enough and early enough.
At first, Lisa thought she might have done something to displease the shoe-repair man. But when she realized her mother was still dating Sam, Lisa understood he was giving Gail some of what he had given her that day at the shoe store. One Friday evening, she even sneaked out of her grandmother's house and climbed up the fire escape to the apartment she shared with her mother. Lo and behold, there was Sam, doing something with her mother, though it wasn't the same thing he had done with her. No, Sam was pushing that sweet-tasting, delicious cock into the hole between her mother's thighs, and as she watched from outside the window, Lisa felt jealous. Seeing how much pleasure her mother was getting from the penis inside her, Lisa wanted to feel it in her vagina, as well. And now the opportunity was being handed to her, because her mother said, "Lisa, dear. I won't be able to keep my dates with Sam this Friday night and Sunday. Tomorrow, on your way to school, will you tell him not to stop by this weekend."
"Sure, mom," Lisa nodded, smiling.