Chapter 2
Grace Denson crossed her long, shapely legs and eyed Randi through the partial curtain of her ginger blonde bangs. She paused to light the end of her cigarette and held it, holder and all, out very far when she exhaled.
Randi watched, thinking the cigarette held an odd touch, but quickly realizing that Grace Denson was a bit odd. Somehow, the holder suited her.
"Isn't it dreadful!" Grace said in her normal, husky voice. "All of this bad, cold weather so late in the spring."
"I can't get too worked up about," Randi retorted, fighting the urge to yawn. "I try not to worry about things I can't control. And, dear, I don't know anyone who can control the weather." She swallowed and glanced across the table in time to catch a disapproving look from Roger. She masked a smirk as she remembered how Roger didn't approve of her chiding Grace Denson.
"We're due for a favorable break in the weather," Roger said to Grace, momentarily interrupting his conversation with Horace.
"Absolutely," Horace confirmed. "It's been a long winter for all those weekend golfers. I know they are itching to get on the links and tee up."
The talk droned on and Randi idly found her eye straying toward the waiter's cute, manly ass. He had a tight set of buns on him which swelled provocatively inside his tight-fitting slacks. Probably lifted weights, Randi decided as her gaze slowly traveled up to his broad shoulders. He was young, probably under twenty-five, and not bad looking. In fact, as she studied him closer, Randi decided that he was indeed quite handsome. A strange stirring in the depths of her cunt made her realize that the waiter reminded her of a young Roger. God, it was hard to believe she and Roger had been married over five years.
"More wine," she heard a deep voice say and turned around just in time to catch the waiter's blue-eyed glance.
In the flicker of an eyelash, Randi knew that if she gave him the least little indication she was interested, he definitely would have more than wine on his mind. He was obviously making himself available for flirtation.
"Sure," she said breezily as the handsome stud filled her glass.
Roger was deeply engaged in a discussion of business philosophy with Horace. Grace was engaged with her cigarette holder, adding to the men's conversation with a periodic nod.
Randi lifted the wine glass to her lush lips when the young man's voice came at her again.
"Is it acceptable to you, Madam?" he asked as she tasted the ruby liquid.
She put on an act of knowing fine wines, even though all the stuff tasted like sour grape juice to her. "Hmmmmm," she said, drawing out the tone in a teasing way.
"Care for another? We have an excellent shipment just in from France."
"Yes," she said absently, her focus totally on the muscular young man's shoulders. "That sounds delicious," she added with a subtle lick of her lips.
"Actually," he said, leaning over to give her the particulars. She got a good whiff of him and liked what she smelled. He had a woodsy, masculine aroma to him that caused Randi's pulse and clit to thumb joyously. "The shipment is a mixed one. If Madam would accompany me to the wine cellar and inspect a sampling of labels for herself ..."
Randi felt her pussy lips spasm, but she gave no indication of this, knowing that it wouldn't be smart to act in any way other than super cool.
"I don't know," she said uncertainly, "I'm with friends and ... well, just one second." She flashed him a warm smile, then glanced across the table at her husband. "Roger, darling," she said, interrupting his conversation with Horace. "If you don't mind, I'm going down to the wine cellar and have a look at something more suitable than this stuff."
Grace glanced quickly up at the waiter, then back at Randi before fumbling with her cigarette holder and gazing at her own husband.
"Yeah, sure, angel," Roger said quickly, dismissing her like a bothersome child, anxious to return to his business discussion. "Pick us out something nice."
"I never realized they let customers go to the wine cellar," Grace said as Randi pushed away from the table and followed the cute, bouncing asscheeks of the waiter toward the kitchen.
"Right this way, Madam," the waiter said and elbowed a swinging door wide open.
Randi made her way through and stood staring down into a darkened hole. "Is this a wine cellar or a dungeon?" she asked with a wicked smile.
The waiter tossed his gorgeous blonde head back and laughed uproariously. "Don't worry. We have lights down there," he said.
He flicked a switch and the place did illuminate in a yellowish dim haze.
"After you," Randi said, stepping backward.
"Better hold on to my shoulder," he warned. "These stairs are steep and quite dark. Hold on tight."
Randi couldn't resist digging her painted fingernails into the stud's meaty shoulder. He was strong, as advertised and another less-subtle shudder trembled inside her moistening cunt.
"You work out?" she asked as they stepped down the stairs.
"Some," he replied. "It helps my tennis game. Of course, with the bad weather, I've gotten more than my share of the weight room and not enough time on the courts."
"I know what you mean," she said. "By this time of year, I've usually got my backhand in shape and my muscles beyond the sore stage."
He turned around and shot her a healthy smile. He had a marvelous row of white teeth that instantly impressed her.
"You play tennis?" he asked with obvious interest.
She nodded. "My husband owns a country club. Lionhead."
"Lucky you," he said with a sly wink.
"Yeah," she said simply glancing around at the wine cellar.
It was about what she had expected. It was walled with lattice-work shelves, loaded down with dusty bottle sticking out of them.
"Here," he said, handing her a bottle. "My name is Sam. I figure I should at least tell you my name when I give you the best damn wine here. That's expensive stuff."
Randi fingered the label, then eyed Sam with a steady gaze. "I hope you won't be mad at me."
Sam's expression clouded. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I don't know one wine from another and could care even less," she admitted.
"Then why did you come down here?" he said without cracking a smile.
She sighed. "Please don't turn out to be a dumb jock," she said as if venting a silent prayer.
"Well, listen, lady, I can pick out a good wine for you if you trust me." His voice was carrying a slight stammer.
"I wouldn't be down here alone with you if I didn't trust you," Randi said, holding her gaze steadily on him.
"Right," he snapped. "Sure, that's right."
"What are you so nervous about?" she asked.
"Shit, lady," he said with a shrug. He scratched his curly blond hair. "I don't know. It's just that you're a very gorgeous lady."
"Thanks for the compliment," she said softly.
She watched him squirm as his eyes dropped quickly down to the huge swelling of her boobs against her silk dress. "Would you like to see more?"
"Huh?" he asked, stunned, his eyes blinking wildly.
"Help me with the zipper, will you?" she said and turned around, nuzzling her back against his chest. It felt hard, if a little shaky.
"I don't know about this, lady," he stammered.
"You sure about this?"
His nimble fingers made light work of the zipper and it took no time for Randi to peel her global tits out of the silk dress and the lavender lace bra that was straining to cup her overflowing melons. She didn't hesitate as she stuck her-huge boobs up into the waiter's face and cupped them with her hands.
"How do you like the view so far?" she asked with a tiny giggle.
"Oh, damn, lady," he mumbled, his mouth muffled by the vast amounts of silky, shapely tit flesh. "Big, beautiful jugs!"
He wasted no time wrapping his eager boyish tongue around the hard, rubbery left nipple. She heard him slurp the pointy bud into his mouth and she swooned as tingling ecstasy shot over her trembling body. He sucked the nipple tip into his mouth and popped it out again. Then, he repeated the procedure on her right nipple. She felt her clit sizzle and groaned a deep, throaty moan of pleasure.
She spread her legs out a bit and tottered on her high heels. If Sam stopped now, she swore she would grab one of those precious wine bottles and brain him with it. She knew she was heating up too fast, but she couldn't help it. Sam was turning her on and it had been far too long since she had last felt this much pure lust steaming throughout her lovely body She had almost forgotten what a wet, wiggling tongue felt like wrapped around her throbbing turgid nipple.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she cooed, feeling her temperature rise as horny sensations rippled through her senses.
Sam pressed his lean body against hers and she knew his cock was hard before he even rubbed her with it. His crotch burned against hers and she groaned again. With one expert hand, she reached down and unzipped his fly She wasted no time reaching inside for his cock, not wondering how thick or long or nicely sculpted the rod might be. As long as it was hard, she wouldn't complain. Randi actually growled like an un-caged animal when she did pull out of his pants a thick, long, splendidly sculpted dick that overloaded her feminine hand. She stroked the Stud's pulsating dick-flesh, marveling at the hot touch of the smooth, rigid surface. Immediately, she felt a drop of sticky jizz ooze out of his dick slit and she carefully smeared it wildly over his engorged cockhead. She ringed his massive fuck-knob with clutching fingers and tugged, as if threatening to yank the huge dick out by the thick root.
"Jesus, lady!" Sam gasped, his eyes rolling well back in his head.
She reached down and fondled his meaty balls, massaging them in expert counterpoint to the urgent pumping and pulling she was administering to his pecker.
"Goddamn!" Sam thundered, jerking his head out from where he had buried it between her huge white tit mounds. "I can't take much more of this, lady."
"We'll see," she whispered calmly. "Let's just experiment. You might surprise yourself with how much endurance you can muster."
She made a corkscrewing action around his flared rim of cock-flesh that separated his dick-shaft from his prick head, remembering that such an action always excited Roger. But Sam jerked back, recoiling from the aggressive action.
"Tell me how you want it," she said, pressing her lips into his ear. "Tell me how you like it, baby. I'll do whatever you say."
"Oh, lady, oooohhhh, fuck!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Here," she said, his huge dick throbbing against her gripping hand. She stroked the ridge around his cockhead faster and with a lighter touch. "You like that, don't you?"
Without waiting for his reply, she dropped to her knees and framed Sam's hard dong with her hands. She aimed the vibrating, engorged fuck-knob into the center of her opened mouth, pointing the stud's cock slit right at herself. Then, she traced a delirious hot tongue-tip all over his swollen dickhead, slicking the shiny surface down with her hot saliva.
"Yyyyeeeaaaahhhh!" he gasped, proving that he enjoyed the particular action much more. "Great, lady! Aaaahhhh, great!"
Without warning, she sucked the big, reddened dome of his cock into her wet mouth, clamping her lips down on the area where her fingers had earlier locked a sensuous grip. Her lips, her tongue, even her teeth were getting into the act, probing, massaging and licking. She felt him tremble as she sucked on his rigid fuck-pole, torturing his cock with lusty pleasures from the impossibly tight and wet, hot chamber of her throat.
"Damn, lady, this is like a fucking dream," he said with a husky rasp. "God, you're driving me wild!"
Inspired by his compliment, she corkscrewed her head around on his big, juicy dick, making a series of devilish tongue slaps against his quivering cock-flesh. She munched her mouth around and around, churning his sensitive rocket inside her hot, wet mouth, gently rubbing her teeth over his swollen cockhead. Then, just as his guttural cries of passion roared into joyous screams, she sucked his hard, heavy dick back into her mouth until it hit her tonsils. She settled comfortably into some real deep throat action, savoring the taste of his hot, pumping pecker as well as thrilling from the power of having his mighty man-meat trapped inside her hungry lips.
"Ah, lady, nobody has ever sucked my cock like this," he breathed. "It feels like you are going to swallow my prick whole!"
She worked up on it, nibbling eagerly all the way, then deep-throating his big dick, feeling it vibrate far down inside her. She concentrated on pumping her mouth up and down on it, lubing it with her hot saliva, polishing it to a deep, searing red.
As she sucked the full, meaty slice of his cock-meat, she felt it leap violently inside her mouth, ready to spring. She flicked her tongue-tip at it, snapping back at it as if in response to its jerking and twitching. Then, she nipped it with her teeth, just enough to sting the tender cock-flesh, teasing his dick into pulsating quivers as she finally allowed it to slither out of her.
His cock stood up glistening with saliva, hard as a brick, a deep angry red coloring from her frantic sucking and tongue-stroking.
"That, my boy, is some tasty dick you've got on you," Randi said, swallowing the rest of her spit with a wink in his direction.
"That's some sucking mouth you've just had over my pecker," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Ready for more?" she asked with a leer.
"I ... I'm ..." the stud was breathing hard and glancing around nervously.
"Yes or no?" Randi asked, maintaining her leer. "Don't have a lot of time. Mommy has to be home by midnight."
"Yes. Damn right. Yes," he said firmly. "Now get over here."
He grabbed her around her slender waist and turned her over one of the low-standing shelves. The two of them worked her dress up over her hips and ass together.
Randi held the bunched folds of her dress up while the stud busied his fingers with yanking her panties down. She stepped out of them, giving them a toss with her toe. Then she thrust her lovely asscheeks up toward him, giving him a fully exposed view of her shapely butt. She glanced over her shoulder at him and saw him almost drool as he stared at her scrumptious set of buns. She wiggled her ass provocatively and watched with delight as his eyes widened, mesmerized by her amazingly taut and rounded asscheeks.
"A guy could come just looking at an ass like this," he whispered in awe as he reached out and gently fondled the velvety flesh of her bung.
Randi casually leaned on an elbow and shot him a hot, over the shoulder stare. "Why don't you spread those cheeks and really get your eyes full?"
The muscular waiter obliged. With trembling fingers, he pulled Randi's beautiful asscheeks apart and saw him stare at the perfectly pink and puckering asshole. She took the opportunity to spread her thighs wider and hump her ass up even higher, giving him a good view of the rounded knoll of her pussy covered by a lush growth of silky, lustrous cunt hair.
He didn't need coaxing to gently pry apart her cunt lips and gaze hungrily into the shiny fold of cunt meat. A low whistle gushed from his lips as he examined the treasure.
"God, so pink and juicy," he whispered in amazement. "I can see it moving and flexing by itself. Boy, what a sight!"
She wiggled her ass again as if beckoning him. That's all it took and she grinned lewdly as the stud suddenly dropped to his knees. Immediately, she felt his hot breath on her ass and cunt.
He stuck his tongue up and plastered her pussy-hole with it. She visualized the stud getting a healthy taste of her bittersweet nectar as his stiffened tongue speared her hot gash. He scoured the rim of her ample bush from his rear position and thrust his tongue into her womanly cavern.
"Ooooohhhh, yeeessss!" she yelped passionately. "My cunt. Oh, yeah. Grab my cunt with your teeth!"
He reached up and fingered the thick, rubbery button in between the pink sheath of her pussy lips, making her gasp and moan with delight. He performed the horny task with removing his surprisingly active mouth and tongue from her juicy twat opening and Randi bellowed a low, guttural growl of pleasure as the stud attentatively worked her cunt. He worked with his hands in tandem, plying her clit around in hot, furious circles and sucking layer after layer of the tasty pussy slit.
"Beautiful!" she boomed, ramming her ass and cunt back into his face. "Keep it up, baby!" she cooed. "You're doing a wonderful job!"
He made a lance with his tongue and tabbed her snatch with it. He swirled his tongue around inside her female hole, examining its tight confines, testing her readiness and slurping her nectar. Her cunt was shiny and glistening with womanly fluid.
"I can't wait any longer!" he snapped, pulling his mouth and face away from her steamy gash. "I've gotta fuck that beautiful pussy right now!"
"Whose stopping you?" she said with a sighing moan, steadying her pelvis and keeping her ass uplifted, eager for the attack of his huge dong. She buried her mouth in the crook of her elbow, muffling her groans as she anticipated the long over due fucking.
He ringed the base of his thick cock with his hand and thrust the bullet-shaped knob just inside the narrow notch of her hot, slime-coated cunthole. From his rear position, he was able to neatly plunge his pecker into her pussy with one, unstoppable stroke. He bent his knees slightly, then maneuvered his prick all the way into her hungry womanly canal, moaning with heated passion as her cuntal tissues sucked up his impaled dick.
He braced his hands against the wine bottle shelf and started to pump his rod in and out of her spread gash. He sawed the full, engorged length of fuck-meat inside her as her pussy muscles involuntarily clung to his pole, massaging its sensitive flesh in a tight grip.
She shuddered and bellowed a loud yelp as his dick-tip nudged the mouth of her womb and. she felt his strong fingers dig into the firm mounds of her asscheeks. She shrieked again as she bucked backward, slamming her dripping cunt hard into his imbedded dick. He responded by tightening his strokes, twirling his ass in small, erotic circles as he furiously pumped his male-meat into her snatch.
Randi gasped and grunted, savoring the vicious fucking she was finally getting, enjoying the feverish rhythm as it mounted to a dizzying rate. She felt her pussy muscles shiver and squeezed around his pumping dick, tripping her into a convulsing series of violent orgasms. She rubbed her nipples with the palms of her hands, building up the friction and heat all over them. She hunched her ass up, forcing her juicing twat to capture every inch of his lovely, hammering dick. She cooperated fully with his cock, humping him even as he fucked her. Her pussy molded itself to his big prick intensifying the throbbing that pulsated his pecker and, consequently, reverberated throughout her cunt channel.
Within seconds, the stud was pumping and fucking faster and deeper and harder. There was no stopping either of them as their frantic fuck motions played toward an onrushing climax. She seemed to sense his approaching come and readied herself for the blast of his hot wad. Her cunthole tightened around his thrusting dick as her cuntal membranes milked his quivering shaft. Her pussy gobbled up every inch of his cock and held it fast and firm as he hollered a guttural scream of joyous release.
He shot his man load of thick, strong come and Randi yelled happily as it splattered all over the insides of her womanly cave. She felt his stomach contract several more times against her asscheeks and his spitting cock lurch inside her quaking cunt-walls. All the while, his rod was whitewashing her female interior with his spraying jism. The sensual blast triggered another round of ecstatic shudders to vibrate the innermost regions of her pussy and fan out to every nerve center in her body.
Randi screamed out, but muffled it halfway through with her arm. She watched her big tits bounce around almost independently of the rest of her gyrating, sensation-bloated body Her cunt celebrated the glorious intrusion of a hard, hot male prick by jerking her senses into seemingly endless orgasms, expelling huge amounts of womanly nectar down her pussy channel and on out over her quivering, hairy cunt lips. Wave after wave of hot, searing explosions wracked her body as she pumped her pussy up and down on the stud's still rock hard dick. She continued to pump her cunt up and down on his dong as if his was the last remaining pecker in the world.
"Damn, lady, I never saw anybody so hot and horny as you," Sam said, fighting to catch his breath and steady himself against her hungry, cunt pumping motions.
"Maybe you never will again," Randi said, slipping easily off the tip of his spent-dick.
"Well, if I'm lucky, you'll be coming back here soon," he said.
"Oh, you never know," she said, feeling aloof and bitchy all of a sudden. She smoothed her dress down over her shapely legs and touched her carefully combed hair.
"You, uh ... wouldn't mind if I gave you my phone number, would you?" Sam asked. "Maybe I could even meet you for a tennis game at your husband's club sometime."
She smiled sweetly into his handsome face and lightly touched his tanned cheek. "I know where you are, darling," she said soothingly. "I'll call you when I need you. But don't worry. That's likely to be sooner than you think."
She strolled out of the wine cellar and made her way back to the table where her husband and the boring Denson's were waiting. As she sat and smiled across at Grace, she realized with a sudden chill that she had left her panties back in the wine cellar. She squeezed her knees together firmly and tried to hide her sudden discomfort by flashing another wide smile at the slightly sneering Grace Denson.