Chapter 4
Carl's arms wrapped around Miranda tightly and he awkwardly lunged to her, forcing her off balance, but she didn't fall. Miranda held her ground trying to break his hold.
"Carl, wait." she said, squirming in his locked arms. "Slow down, wait." she said again, but he was out of control. The passion burning in his body could light a thousand fires and letting her go would be like giving up his air supply.
"Stop!" she shouted, and Carl did. He realized his actions and put his hands to his side then lowered his head.
"Carl, please, just listen." Miranda tried soothing him. It was obvious to her he meant no harm. His sad face and boy like mannerisms captivated Miranda's heart.
"Come on, Carl, let's go in the living room and sit down." Miranda took his hand leading him out of the kitchen and when they got to the other room, Carl started for the front door.
"Where are you going?"
"I should leave now, Miranda, please, just let me go home."
"I'd rather you stayed, Carl." Miranda said sweetly, and he looked at her to make sure the request was genuine.
"Please, come sit with me. We'll talk. Everything is okay, Carl, please." He wasn't sure why Miranda wasn't angry but welcomed the chance to smooth things over. Leaving wouldn't smooth anything but his embarrassment. Carl sat in the chair across from the sofa but when Miranda took her seat she motioned for him to join her.
"Are you sure you want me that close to you?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Come on, sit with me, please." Carl did what he was told. Miranda took his hand then tenderly patted it. "Look, we just need to slow down, that's all, Carl. I'm not upset with you. If you really want to know, I'm flattered."
"Flattered?" Carl asked. How in the world could she feel that way after what he'd done, he wondered?
"Yes," Miranda giggled. "It isn't every day a man loses control over me, Carl." He immediately stood up and started to leave again but Miranda stopped him. "Why do you want to go?" she asked. "Because I did lose control, Miranda. I did exactly that. You said it isn't every day a man loses control over you, well it isn't every day this man loses it. I've never done this, Miranda, you have to believe me. This has never happened before."
Miranda assumed he meant his loss of control. She had no idea he meant the experience itself. She assumed at his age he'd been with a woman before.
"All the more reason why I'm flattered then, isn't it? Carl, I meant what I said about liking you. I still do. We just need to slow down, that's all. Why are, you so nervous around me?" Miranda asked. She hoped it would be the right starting place.
"I don't know" Carl said, blushing. How could he tell her the truth. How could he say, because your beauty makes me weak and the sight of you steals my heart.
"But, you must know, Carl, think about it."
He got up from the sofa and paced the room.
Miranda watched him move up one end of the living room then down again. Her question hit hard and Carl wasn't able to answer. He wanted to die. He wanted to drop to his knees and faint, never to get up again.
Suddenly, he bolted for the front door. Miranda couldn't stop him this time. He was halfway down the walk by the time she got to the door. Carl ran all the way home and Miranda felt terrible about it.
Jan opened the shop then made coffee. The girls needed a full pot to get through the morning. It was sale day at the boutique and Miranda's designs were featured.
Her line of peach satin teddy's designed last summer were on special and her newest creation, a flame red knit body stocking, was the special of the day. Inner You Boutique catered to the discriminating woman, which was a fancy way of saying the broads with bucks. The garments were first class and extremely expensive. Jan and Miranda had many male customers who bought regularly for their wives and Jan's flirtatious salesmanship was a cinch for that kind of customer. Miranda had known Jan to model the items for male customers giving them the fantasy that their wives would look as sexy, but few women could look as sexy as Jan Feldon. She was hot.
Miranda worked on the books until ten and when the first customers came in, she helped Jan on the sales floor. Miranda didn't have the same polish in dealing with the public but she did manage to make a few sales. She was thankful her livelihood didn't rely on it however, she'd starve. After things died down, Miranda went back to her office and left Jan to handle the last male client.
"I'll be happy to model it for you." Jan said. His eyes lit up at the mere notion and when she returned wearing the skimpy black item, he had to sit down.
"You'll notice the French Cut over the thigh." Jan said, turning her hip toward the man then running her perfectly manicured fingers over her flesh.
"Any woman would love this for those late evening get together's."
"It's absolutely spectacular." the man said gawking. His mind was made up to purchase but he hesitated in telling her. Just a minute longer, he thought. It wasn't every day a man could get live sexy models while selecting their wives undergarments and Paul wanted this moment to last.
"Please, take your time, Mr. Hamilton. Lingerie can't be rushed." Jan whispered when she spoke with men. The sounds slipped from her mouth like silk thread through satin. She enjoyed turning them on then watching them fight to control their bodies. It was a boost to her ego and a real fun thing to see. Paul was struggling with his body. His cock was tingling as Jan paraded up and back in front of his eyes. He could see through the lace of the garment to her pink nipples and the natural light hair on her luscious pussy made his mouth water.
"I'll take it." Paul said, mesmerized by Jan's appeal.
"Would you like to see something else?" she asked. Paul wondered if Jan might consider modeling the string bikini style outfit hanging by the back mirror and when he asked, she told him she would, but only in private.
Miranda came out for coffee just as Jan finished changing. She watched her partner lingering in the corner with Paul and after several girlish giggles, he took his purchase and left.
All morning Miranda thought about Carl and how he'd run out on her. She worried about him. It wasn't unusual for Miranda to have bad luck with a date but this wasn't bad luck, it was something different. Carl was different. He was real and kind, gentle yet scared. If she only had another chance to talk with him maybe they could iron out the problem.
Jan seemed happy in the store that morning. She pranced about the place making new window displays and folding the stock. They sold a few items but not many. Miranda knew they needed more money if the business was to keep afloat. It seemed the same every month. Their sales would be dragging then Jan would come in at the last minute with a report of sales she'd made and forgot to write down. Miranda didn't question the transaction, after all, money was money, but she wondered who Jan was making all the ghost sales to.
"Miranda." Jan shouted. "Are you in the back?"
"I'm in my office." Miranda answered.
"Listen, I've got something to take care of this afternoon so I thought I'd get started. Will you be here for the rest of the day?"
"I guess."
"Good, well, I'm gonna get going. Just lock up when you leave, I won't be back."
"Where are you going?" Miranda asked. She didn't think it was prying. They always told one another where they'd be in case of emergency.
"Just out, okay." Jan smiled. It was obvious to Miranda that Jan didn't want to say.
"Fine, I'll take care of the shop, have a good time."
After Jan left, Miranda looked over the books again. She noticed a strange entry under sales, one which wasn't there that morning. Jan had written it in. It was another ghost sales entry and Miranda shook her head. Either Jan was too stupid to write the sales in as they occurred or she was getting a last minute purchase from someone every month which always pulled them through to the black.
A few hours past and Miranda was bored. The store was quiet, no customers since morning, and she was getting a headache. She thought about stopping in at the Vanderhorn's store to see Carl but figured it might be better to let him make the first move. After milling around with nothing to do, Miranda decided to just go home.
"That's the one, Jan." Paul said, sitting on the bed. "I want you to wear it." Jan modeled the tight string bikini Paul liked one more time making him squirm with anticipation then she came to him putting her breasts to his face. Paul pulled her close and licked the fleshy mounds then slowly slipped the shoulder straps of her underwear down exposing her tits completely.
"And you're certain she won't come home?" Paul asked.
"Yes, will you stop worrying, Paul. Miranda is hard at work. She told me she'd be there for the rest of the day."
"If I get caught with you, Jan, it'll end my marriage. I can't let that happen, at least not yet."
"You're getting to be a bore, Paul, you know that." Jan said, pressing her breasts to his lips. That would shut him up, she figured. Paul slipped her bikini off the rest of the way then undressed himself. He was eager for an afternoon of fucking and Jan was the hole he planned to ream.
His cock shot up like a rocket on the fourth of July when he saw her pussy hairs. Paul lived with a woman who's body had been ruined by too much pasta and seeing this slender, sexy frame in front of him now was like being in his favorite candy store. He wanted it all.
Jan got on the bed and Paul followed. He slid up between her legs and pressed the tip of his dick to her slit. She purred like a well fed kitten when he slipped it inside. The wetness of her feminine cunt swallowed Paul's cock all the way to the base.
"Oh, God, Jan, this is wonderful." he moaned.
"You like it?" Jan smiled. As if she didn't know. All the men she flicked liked it, and at two hundred a pop she had to make sure of that. Jan moved her agile hips up and down on Paul's penetrating meat. She squeezed her pussy muscles clamping down on the shaft then milking it hard. Paul gasped a couple of times when she slammed her pelvis to his but it was a gasp of excitement, not pain.
"I want to eat you." Paul moaned.
"I'm all yours, do whatever you like." Jan let the male customers go their own way for the full half hour. She figured if they paid that much money for her she'd give them free rein. Paul slinked down and put his tongue to her slit then lapped the length of it, from ass to clit. His wife never allowed him to eat pussy. Most wives lost their husbands that way. If a man couldn't get his taste at home he was bound and determined to get it some place else. One thing for certain, he would get it.
Paul licked and tongue fucked Jan's juicy cunt until he couldn't stand the excitement any longer. He had to ram his meat back into her pussy and fuck until he exploded. She let him slip up behind her ass and stick it in from that angle and when he did his cock lasted three good humps before spitting the wad.
She moved over letting the man lay flat to rest. Jan usually made her customers leave after their first climax but Paul, she liked personally. She wanted him to work her over before he left.
Jan went to her closet and got a box of rubber toys she often played with when she was alone, and when Paul saw them his eyes bugged out.
"What is that?" he asked, seeing the thick rubber cock-like dildo.
"This is what I want you to give me." Jan smiled. She handed Paul the contraption then mounted him, straddling his chest.
"You just lay there Paul, and let this big fucker do the work." Jan spread her legs putting one beside Paul's head and the other by his waist. Her juicy slit was oozing what was left of his jism and Paul watched it trickle out of her cunt and dribble onto his chest. He lined up the rubber cock then slowly let the knob pass inside. Jan squirmed onto it then slowly took in up: One inch at a time she lowered her body onto it until the huge rubber dong disappeared up her hole.
Paul loved watching the way her cunt muscles wrapped around the thing. It was the first time he'd seen a pussy in action. His wife never allowed him to look at her and Paul was getting an education.
"Fuck me with it, Paul. Fuck me hard." Jan said, moving up and down to aid his efforts. Paul did what she asked, slamming the dong deep, then yanking it out again. He reamed her pretty slit until she wailed for more then after his cock had rested he made her .bend over on her hands and knees while he rammed her pussy with the dong and tongue licked her ass opening.
Jan went wild for Paul. She gave him the best act in her bag and by the time he managed to bring her off, Paul was ready to hump again. He slipped his cock inside her asshole and started fucking and just when he was in the middle of the most erotic feeling of his life, Miranda came home.
They didn't hear her come in. Miranda was always quiet as a mouse. She put her things on the kitchen table then stopped for a minute to listen. Strange sounds were coming from the back of the house and she rushed to see what they were.
Miranda swung open the door to her bedroom and there was Paul and Jan entangled in sexual bliss. She froze for a second, knowing they hadn't seen her yet and she watched Paul flicking Jan's asshole with all his might.
Miranda pictured herself in that position with Carl Vanderhorn. She wanted his cock up her ass, as well as every where else. If only he hadn't run out that way, she thought, I'd already have had him.
When Paul's cock reached the boiling point he couldn't stop fucking Jan, and even after seeing Miranda at the doorway, he had to continue. It was the sort of feeling he couldn't turn off, an over the edge sort of lust that had to be let out, but right after his dick spewed it's cream, he yanked out the penetrating cockmeat and covered himself with the bed sheet.
"Miranda!" Jan shouted. "What are you doing here?"
"I came home early. Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt." Miranda left the bedroom somewhat in shock. It was the man from the store, she remembered, the married man buying lingerie for his wife. Miranda was beginning to see her room mate in a different light. She was beginning to understand where the money came from for those monthly ghost sales. Jan followed Miranda to the kitchen and tried to explain.
"Listen, you've got to understand, Miranda. This is business." she said, wrapping her robe around her cum soaked body.
"Business?"
"Yes, damnit, business. I can't go into it now but you've got to try and understand."
"I think I understand perfectly, Jan. The ghost sales?" Miranda asked.
"We aren't making enough from the lingerie sales, Miranda, we haven't been for a long time. I didn't want the business to fold, I thought you knew that."
"I knew sales were down and we've been struggling but I had no idea where the ghost sales came from nor the money. You should have said something. We could have taken a bank loan."
"Oh, please ... " Jan laughed. "Why should we borrow money when we can make it like this. Do you have any idea how easy it is to make this kind of dough. Men will pay a fortune for a piece, Miranda. The single ones are so fucking tired of playing the cunt game they'll gladly drop a wad to unload, and the married men, great day, those poor bastards live with women who won't even suck them off. I pick up anywhere from eight hundred to fifteen hundred a day, Miranda, a fucking day, girl, are you listening to me?"
"Hey, I'm not angry. It's your life, Jan. Fine, if you're happy flicking, then I'm happy for you." Miranda said. Jan started laughing. She couldn't believe it, Miranda said the word.
"Did you hear yourself just now, Miranda? You said the F-word."
"What, fuck?" Miranda asked. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hey, I know more that that one." she continued. "Cock, cock, cock. How about, blow job, blow job, blow job, or maybe you'd be happy to hear me say cunt, pussy, dick, hard-on, or ass flick. What's the big deal, Jan, you think I don't know those words. You think I don't know what they are or mean?" Miranda was annoyed. She was tired of Jan treating her like a sheltered wall flower.
"The difference between you and me is, I know them and choose not to use them, that's all."
"Why are you so angry, Miranda?" Jan asked, with confusion.
"I'm not angry." she yelled, but the truth was she was jealous. Jan always got the best and Miranda got the books. She wanted to feel a thick cock slamming against her pelvis bone too. She wanted Carl's.
"Do you want me to ask Paul if he'd do it with you?" Jan asked, thinking that might calm her down.
"Oh, please, Jan, for God's sake. I'm tired of groveling for your left-overs."
"Excuse me ladies." Paul said, standing by the bedroom door fully dressed. "I'll be leaving now."
"Paul, wait." Jan said. "Don't go. We have the rest of the afternoon. Miranda was just leaving, and besides, I'm not finished with you. Miranda, you were just leaving, right?" Jan said, making a face at her. Miranda looked at Jan with contempt then said,"
"Sure, I'm on my way. You two have a nice afternoon. I won't be back until mid-night. Stay as long as you like, Paul." She grabbed her pocketbook then stormed out.
Jan took Paul's arm and led him back to the bedroom. She wasn't the least bit concerned over Miranda's temper. Jan knew she'd calm down after a movie and be back to her sweet self in no time.
"I don't know, Jan, maybe I should leave?" Paul said.
"Don't be silly. You don't have to go yet."
"But, this is Miranda's house. I can't just put her out that way."
"First of all, you didn't put her out, I did, and secondly, she's already gone. Stop worrying over Miranda, will you. It's me you need to worry over."
"Do you think she recognized me?"
"She remembered seeing you in the store, yes."
"Oh, God." Paul said, sitting on the bed and covering his face.
"Paul, Miranda doesn't know you from Adam. You're just a customer who came in to buy lingerie, that's all. What do you think, she'll run out and spend the evening trying to locate your wife?"
Paul wouldn't budge. He sat on the bed like a wounded dog trying to get the courage to walk.
"Come on, Paul, snap out of it." Jan knelt in front of him then began unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"How about a blow job, Paul?" Jan cooed. "When was the last time Sharon gave you a good suck?"
"Sharon never sucks me, you know that." Paul said, letting Jan continue the undressing.
"Exactly, Paul, that's what I mean. Let me take care of you. I'll make you feel so good you won't ever want to go home again." She placed her warm lips around Paul's cock head and gently sucked him up and when the man felt his blood rushing, he lay back letting Jan take what she wanted.
"That's a good boy." Jan whispered. "You just let Jan take good care of you. I'll make all your hurts disappear."