Chapter 10
Mary finished her workout and took a leisurely shower. After her lascivious scramble with Jordan, she couldn't help looking at the other naked women and wondering which ones did it with girls.
She put on a pair of skimpy panties, a slip dress and high heels. She had never worn anything so revealing, so racy. She felt as sexy as she looked. What would Willard say if he could see her now? What would he say if he knew that she was going to pick up a man and screw his ears off? He probably wouldn't care as long as it didn't interfere with his making money!
She smoothed the dress that clung so tightly to her sexy figure as she walked into the bar adjoining the gym. Soft music caressed her senses. She waited for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dark interior. She saw only two couples in the place, and they were totally engrossed with each other.
The bar was one of Jordan's better ideas. With no outside entrance, only members could get in. Mary felt comfortable in the restricted, friendly surroundings. And she needed to feel comfortable. She hadn't picked up a man in years. She sat at the bar and sipped a Screwdriver that was more 100 proof vodka than orange juice.
She felt very lonely. Maybe I'll get a little drunk and land in jail, she thought. She ordered another drink.
From out of the shadows on the far side of the bar, a tall blond man emerged slowly, as if stepping through a thick fog. Mary watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he ambled toward her. He was wearing dark glasses, a gray suit, a pearl-colored shirt and a pale lavender tie.
Mary didn't recognize him.
His hair was bleached almost white, striking against his deeply tanned skin. He was extraordinarily handsome, and seemed to be exceedingly aware of it. He carried himself casually, walked with supreme coolness, as if he wanted everyone else to be aware of his looks.
He had a kind of faint, tight smile on his lips. Mary thought his smile had a mocking bent to it. Then again, it could simply be her own reaction to his good looks. She realized she was staring at him and looked down.
She felt an unmistakable flutter in the pit of her stomach as the man stared at her. She closed her thighs tightly, as if locking her pussy in a prison of flesh. The fluttering in her stomach danced lower and tickled the inside of her pussy. He's going to try to pick me up, she thought. Well, I could do worse. The way my pussy is reacting to him, I ought to have a pretty good time.
Then she recognized him, and wondered if he was really as manly as Jordan said. Maybe Jordan was pulling her leg. Nevertheless, she turned to face Peter and gave him a bright smile. "Hi," she said.
"Hi, yourself," Peter replied. "I've never seen you dress that way. You look very sexy."
"Thank you," Mary said. "I didn't know that you ever noticed me."
"Don't sell yourself short. You're a beautiful woman, with a natural sexual aura."
"Too bad my husband doesn't think so."
"Some people can't see the forest for the trees," Peter said. "I can't speak for others. I know only what I see, and I see beauty when I look at you."
"You have a glib tongue. May I buy you a drink?"
"Only if you join me at a table," Peter said.
They took their drinks to a booth along the wall. Her tight dress slid up her legs as she sat down, exposing half of her thighs.
Mary looked at Peter and laughed softly. "Did Jordan send you in here to hit on me?"
"She told me she saw you come in here. She didn't say anything about hitting on you."
"Do you think she would mind if we talk about her behind her back?"
"Depends on what we say, I guess," Peter replied. "She's a very independent lady, and I know that she doesn't give a damn what other people think of her."
"She told me that you like older women. Is that true?"
"Yes, but it doesn't mean that I like only older women. I like all women."
"I'm glad you do," Mary said candidly. "Because a man who-likes all women is more apt to treat women better."
"Are you trying to start a philosophical discussion? I could argue the point that a lady's man is more apt to think of women only as toys, and consequently treat them like dirt."
"Maybe women want to be treated like toys once in a while," she replied. "At least men who regard us as toys play with us instead of ignoring us."
"You would get a vehement argument from some women on that," he laughed.
Unconsciously, she looked at her wristwatch. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked. "No. Why?"
He turned slightly in his chair and his knee touched hers. She felt a jolt of electricity surge up her thigh and stab into her wet pussy. He took off his dark glasses and looked at her carefully.
"You looked at your watch," he said softly. "I thought perhaps you might be waiting for someone."
"Nervous habit," she replied.
"Are you nervous now?"
"Yes." She rolled the cool glass between her sweaty palms. She couldn't bring herself to tell him that she wanted to spread for him. She felt juice soak the crotch of her panties and thought she'd better try so he wouldn't get discouraged and leave. "I don't usually do this."
Peter knew what she meant, but pretended not to, just to see how far she would go on her own. "Do what?"
Fire rolled down her throat and splashed into her stomach as she took a deep drink. This drink seemed stronger than the previous ones. Maybe she had already had too much alcohol. Her ears were hot with excitement and her nipples were tingling. She couldn't blame the drinks for everything, however. His knee rubbing gently up and down her thigh generated most of the butterflies in her stomach.
He was terribly handsome. Beautiful would better describe him. She didn't say so. Men hated to be called beautiful. His features were finely chiseled, and his tan looked nearly flawless. His soft hair flowed into a medium-length, mod style that had to be professionally styled. His eyes were alive and piercing. His long eyelashes fluttered like delicate webbing. The clean, erotic aroma of his cologne assailed her nostrils. She inhaled the fragrance deeply, almost involuntarily. She understood why Jordan went for him. Especially if his cock was as big as she said it was. She still couldn't quite bring herself to make the first move.
"Do you like working at the gym?"
"What's not to like?" he said, a smile on his lips, mischievous humor in his eyes. He chuckled warmly. "Jordan pays well, and the fringe benefits are outstanding." He pressed his whole leg tightly against her thigh. He smiled broadly and tried to mold his leg against hers. "Are you and Jordan good friends?" He sipped his drink, then put it down slowly.
She was aware of the pressure of his thigh against her leg and the growing wetness in her panties. "We've known each other several years. How would you describe good?"
"Intimate," he replied. "As in sexual."
"Not until recently," she said softly.
"Maybe the three of us can get together soon." He flashed his spectacular smile at her. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know."
"Yeah, that's what Jordan said."
The heat of the booze spread quickly from the pit of her stomach, making her feel warm all over. Alcoholic euphoria wasn't the only reason for her flushed skin, however. She was getting hot. The prospect of finding out if he was a good lover appealed to her. She looked forward to spreading for him. Without giving in too easily, of course.
He kissed her wetly on the mouth, and she parted her lips to let his tongue slip in. His hot tongue tasted slightly alcoholic. He slithered his tongue in and out of her mouth and put his hand on the bare flesh of her thigh showing below the hem of her short dress. His hand moved slowly back and forth, caressing the silky flesh on the inside of her thigh. He went higher each time, pushing her dress up, moving steadily toward her crotch.
She spread her legs and curled her mound up. His hand moved along her thigh, inching closer to her crotch. He could already feel the heat of her pussy. His finger pressed her sopping panties into her hot slit, sending ripples of impassioned anticipation through her whole body. Her sweltering hole opened and closed like a puckering mouth, aching for his cock.
She put one hand behind his head, slid toward him, and mashed her tits flat under his strong chest. She put her other hand above his knees, on the inside of his thigh. Then, she inched it higher.
Peter broke the kiss and stared into her eyes in the dim light. "I want to fuck you," he said softly. "So badly, it hurts."
Her heart skipped several beats. She moved her hand closer to his crotch and stared at her glass as if trying to find an answer in the frosty liquid.
He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, baring her braless tits to his hands and eyes. He lusted for her body, ached to touch her all over. The merest touch of his hand on her stiff nipples excited both of them.
Her body was alive with passion. "Oh, God, it feels so good!" she moaned, crushing his face to her tits as he scooped them into his mouth.
His tongue lashed her nipples, bringing them to a throbbing stiffness in his mouth. Saliva dribbled from his lips and poured hotly over her sensitive, quivering flesh. She humped against his finger, rubbing it between the lips of her cunt. They both heard her soaked panties squishing against her slit.
She hadn't been able to find his cock so far. She found the zipper tab and pulled it down. She stuck her hand through the opening and fished around for his cock. And got the shock of her life.
"Good God!" she whispered in disbelief. "What in the world do you have in there, a stick of salami?" She thought she had her hand on his leg. Then she had found an end to the thing. Big cocks were fine, but this was ridiculous!
"No deli delights, Mary. It's all me. Why do you think Jordan keeps coming back for more?"
"I don't believe this. This thing is a damn club! No normal man could have one so big. What doctor does that kind of transplant? And what did the donkey have to say about losing his cock?" Her resolve to make him work at fucking her suddenly went by the wayside. The beast she was trying to wrap her fingers around was a challenge she simply couldn't resist. A greater challenge than any she had ever faced. "I don't have that much experience, but I've never even heard of one this big. Let's get out of here. I've got to see it!"
"No, I don't want to wait that long," he replied. "Let's do it right here."
Mary gasped. "What? Look, I'm not a prude, but I don't know.. . "
"This is part of the gym, and Jordan doesn't care what we do anywhere in the place."
She moaned and humped his finger wildly. "Oh, fuck," she whispered hotly. "I don't care. Who wants to be decent? Decent is so dull. I want your cock! I want to feel it. I want to suck it! I want to shove it all the way up my pussy and make me cum! I want to feel you cumming! God, I'm so fucking hot!"
Her quick agreement delighted him. A woman with an adventurous spirit turned him on. He picked her up and sat her on the table. His hands seemed like all thumbs as he fumbled with her panties. She lifted her ass for him and he yanked her panties off. She spread her legs lewdly, showing him the wet tangle of her black-haired pussy. The lips were already gaping wetly, revealing the deep, red gash. Juice oozed from her quaking hole.
She reached up, grabbed his hands and tried to pull him down. "Lick me first, baby!" She lifted her ass and waved her hairy, wet gash at him.
The sight of her luscious fur pie gaping between her shapely thighs further inflamed him. He bent over and nuzzled his mouth into the tender wet flesh of her pussy.
Mary sighed passionately, lifted her feet into the air and held her thighs further apart. He lapped at her savory snatch with long strokes of his tongue. The taste of her love nectar made his blood boil. He stiffened his tongue and drove the tip into her hot hole.
She trembled and moaned softly as he wiggled his tongue, driving it deeper into her slick channel. The thick lips opened wide, inviting his tongue in. He worked his tongue deeper into her, withdrew it, then shoved it back in, tongue-fucking her rapidly. His cock throbbed painfully, emphatically reminding him of his need to fuck her.
"I've got to fuck you, baby!" he rasped.
"Then fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
He shoved his pants down, releasing his pulsating erection. She lifted her head and looked at his groin. His prick stood out from his loins like a heavy battering ram. The head looked like a swollen mushroom capping the thick shaft. A bubble of pre-cum clung to the small slit in the tip.