Chapter 2
The pseudo-English restaurant would never earn even one star, but it had a good ambiance, choice of semi-privacy in a booth or public display at a table, tasty cocktails, served in generous portions by comely wenches in not so generous costumes, and a good menu.
Howard seemed to like the view of the breasts and buttocks the women were giving, and Joyce wondered if he liked the view she was giving him at least a little.
Joyce chose a steak and salad, no potato, and Howard ordered the same, with potato. He chose a Colorado burgundy on the basis that, since it was homegrown, it ought to be a good one. Joyce chuckled under her breath. If that was all he knew about wine, there probably wasn't much hope for him.
"Might as well splurge a little," he said. "I'll pretend this is business and put it on my expense account."
Normally, Joyce wasn't a big eater, but if she was going on his expense account, she thought she ought to make an exception. "Just a moment, please," she said to the waitress. "I'll also have a shrimp cocktail, large, and a bowl of your French onion soup."
The waitress looked at Howard and raised one eyebrow, and he shook his head.
"Do you, uh, always eat, uh, so much?"
Joyce caught the disapproval in his voice, and answered brightly, "No, I'm just especially hungry tonight. Besides, you've been after me to go out with you for months, and I though you wanted pretty badly to be with me."
"Meaning I can pay for the privilege?"
"Nothing in life is free, Howard, and it costs more to go first class. Besides, you said that you're going to put me on your expense account."
"What else do I have to pay for?"
She chuckled softly. "You're not paying for this, Howard. Whatever else you get tonight won't cost money, but it will take some effort and concentration."
If he caught her drift, he didn't give any indication. "I've never seen you in black," he said.
She gave him a dazzling smile and subtle wink. "It's a good color for me, don't you think?"
"Well, I guess so, but I don't know if Carl would approve of that blouse."
"Howard, Carl has been dead for six months, so I don't imagine that he can approve or disapprove. Tonight, it's just you and me, and the question is whether you approve of my blouse."
Howard wasn't good at returning fast serves, and he ducked. "How are you doing, you holding up okay?"
"I'm adjusting, Howard, slowly but surely." She wasn't, but she had worked hard to put herself in an upbeat mood and didn't want to discuss morbid subjects that might put a damper on the evening. She wanted his tongue in her pussy, first and foremost, and then a nice ride on his cock. If she got that, it wouldn't matter so much if she didn't get his cock in her mouth. "Everything takes time, but I'll make it. I'm a survivor."
"You always seemed so reserved," he said. "When I used to come over to watch a ball game with Carl, I mean."
Come over and drink beer and sniff around after me, you mean, she said to herself. I wonder if my dearly departed husband knew that your real purpose in hanging around with him was to hit on his wife.
"Did you really? Is that why you were attracted to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on, Howard, I can't count the number of times you cornered me in the kitchen on the pretext of getting more beer and tried to kiss me."
"Well, you've got to understand, you're a pretty sexy woman," he said sheepishly.
"Reserved and sexy," she chuckled. "That must be a deadly combination, where you're concerned, I mean. After your comment about my blouse, I suppose you no longer think that I'm reserved, but do you still think I'm sexy."
"Yeah, I guess you're still pretty sexy," he said.
"Well, fifty percent isn't bad," she said, hiding the irony in her voice.
Over dessert and coffee, he said, "How about a movie? There's a good action film I've been wanting to see."
"I'm not in the mood for an action movie" she replied, and could tell from his look of disappointment that he didn't catch her emphasis.
"Oh, well, we can go next door to the bar and dance. They've got a small dance floor and a jukebox. You don't even have to put coins in it, you push the button for the record you want."
Figuring he was trying to work up his nerve, she went along, for a little while. He was drinking heavily, she'd had enough of that with Carl, and she didn't want him to pass out before she could get him into bed.
"I'm stepping all over your toes," she said, taking the blame for his clumsiness. "Why don't we go?"
"Where?"
"Oh, back to your place, for a while, is okay with me," she replied, wondering if he was like the horse that wouldn't drink even after he was led to water.
As soon as they were in his apartment, Howard fixed himself a drink and Joyce sat on the couch and watched him with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
He turned around and rattled the ice in his drink and said, "What do you want?"
She knew he meant to drink, but deliberately put her own twist on the question. The alcohol was affecting him, but even half-drunk, his cock would be more lively than Howie, and she needed a live cock in the worst way. "Surely, you'd rather do something than have another drink," she said quietly.
He didn't miss that signal, and he grinned lecherously. He hadn't expected to get in her pants so easily. Getting a piece of her ass would be a lot better than having another drink. "What did you have in mind?"
She smiled seductively and licked her lips. "Oh, I don't know." She batted her eyes coquet-tishly. "Tell me something nice."
"You're a good-looking chick, sexy, too."
She noticed that he didn't say anything about reserved. She stood and turned to face him. "Do you really think I'm sexy?"
"Yeah, sexy as hell. Why don't you stay here tonight? We can fu ... have some fun."
"That's not very romantic." She hoped her attempt at a pouting voice was successful. "You could at least tell a woman that you like her."
"Sure I like you, in spite ... even if ... I like you, you're pretty." He almost let slip that he thought she was acting improper, but maybe all women who spread so easily acted that way.
"Do you like my blouse now?"
"Yeah, it kind of grows on me. Your tits ... they really stand up there."
"Oh, they're very firm, and the way you've been looking at them all night makes my-nipples hard." Thinking about taking a ride to nirvana on his cock made her pussy flow, too. "Would you like to see them?"
"Yeah, baby, whip 'em oh ... yeah, I'd like that."
He ignored his drink to look at her, and she knew that she had his full attention.
"If you want to see them and suck on my nipples, you have to ask nicely."
He perked right up and stared at her chest, his eyes shining. She had been right, he was like a sheep, and she had to lead him where she wanted him to go. He probably didn't even have a steady lady, probably had to pay for his pussy, or take matters in hand.
"I'm waiting. Call them whatever you want, just say it however it's comfortable for you." She took a step closer, invading his space, pressuring him to get off the dime. "But you have to ask."
"I want to, uh, see your, uh, your tits and suck your big fat nipples." His face flushed from the effort.
She smiled serenely and pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. His eyes followed her hands as she opened each button, and when she removed the blouse, she thought he was going to jump for joy. She stood with her back straight and chest out and let him admire her large tits and knew from the way he was looking at them that he didn't see the rest of her.
Lifting her straight skirt above her knees, she straddled his legs and cupped her full tits in her palms. She leaned forward and placed first one nipple and then the other between his lips, and he made little mewling sounds as he sucked on the fat buds.
The alcohol didn't seem to be affecting him so much now, and she wondered if she could figure out a way to market this idea as a way to sober men up. His mouth was getting to her and she could see his hard cock straining to get out of his pants, and got even more turned on.
Need to get this show on the road and see what we have here. Sure hope he's got lots of stamina, I feel like I could fuck all night!
She took her hands from under her tits and let them stand up all by themselves-which they did very well-and caressed his face and ran her fingers through his wavy black hair as he licked and sucked her tender nipples. She took her tits away from him and backed up. Her skirt was nearly up around her waist, but he was staring at her tits so hard, he didn't seem to be aware that she had legs.
"Hey," he exclaimed, "where you going? I like sucking your tits! Don't take them away! I thought you were going to let me fuck you!"
"I'm not leaving," she assured him. "There's more to me than tits. Don't you want to see the rest?"
"Christ, you're really a hot little sexpot. Yeah, show me."
She unfastened her skirt, worked it over her hips and let it fall to the floor, paused a moment, then pushed her panties down and took a step back and stood proudly before him, wearing only her high heels and garter belt and hose.
"Damn," he muttered, "what are you hiding in that pretty brown forest?"
"That's for you to find out, if you're interested." He got up, and she took another step back so he couldn't reach her. "Where's your bedroom?"
"Uh, down the hall, on the right," he mumbled.
"If you want what you see, join me," she said. "But you have to get out of those clothes. More fun that way."
Without looking, she knew that he was following her like a little puppy dog. She stacked up the pillows on the bed and lay back with her arms under her head, her big tits jutting from her chest. She flexed her knees and spread her legs so she could watch him between them, and he could get some idea of what she was hiding in her pretty brown forest.