Griff
checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. For a man of forty-six he
was in great shape, even to his own eyes. He stood just over six feet
tall and, like his wife, had avoided the excess weight that 'middle
years' tended to bring, mostly by blind luck. His frame was slender
though not overly muscular, more lean and mean than beefcake. He had yet
to see any grey in his neatly cut hair and Allie had always told him
that he had the sexiest eyes ever, dark brown and what she called
'intense' or 'smouldering'.
Like most averagely endowed guys he quietly wished he had a couple more inches downstairs, but what he had worked and had satisfied Allie for more than twenty years. Not only that, it had twice filled a pram before his surgeon had put a stop to that! The kids were all grown up and living away now, both daughters the spitting image of their beautiful Mum.
Still naked, he walked out of the en suite into their bedroom, and immediately whistled at his wife. "Wow, you're making an effort tonight!" he said, admiring her sexy black satin and lace bra and knickers, the sheer hold up stockings and sexy stilettos.
Allie was forty-four and, if anything, looked even better than she had twenty years ago. She too had dark hair, long and loose, falling about her shoulders in soft, sexy waves. Like his, she had yet to find a grey one amongst them, though she had in the hair on pubis which had prompted her to simply shave it all off. Griff really liked the resulting smooth look, and she did too.
Her grey-blue eyes smiled at the compliment, as did her glossy red lips. Her body was hot, large breasts with nipples that would rise easily to the slightest touch, or thought, a slender waist and hips like a woman should have, and an ass to match. Her legs were her best features though, at least to Griff, being a leg man, and he loved to see her in stockings and heels. The ones she had on were his favourites, shining black patent court shoes with five inch heels. She wasn't far off his height with them on.
She turned to collect her dress from the wardrobe, saying, "It's not just for your benefit tonight!" but she never made the wardrobe. He caught her around the waist and pulled her against him, her back to his chest, and his hands went straight to her breasts. She even smelt sexy.
Allie laughed lightly. "Easy tiger, you need to save yourself!" she teased, but she still wiggled her ass back against his already interested cock. Griff could feel her nipples tightening beneath his palms.
"Oh and you don't?" he whispered.
"Well, you know that us women can outlast you guys every time," she giggled, "And you'll have two of us to take care of tonight."
"Not all by myself," he said huskily, nibbling her ear and feeling her tremble with the pleasure of it, "You'll be taking care of each other too, won't you?"
"Well, that's the idea," she grinned, "We don't really need you at all in fact, but I love you so you're included!"
"That's so generous of you," he grinned back at her, "I can't wait to see you and her together!"
"I can't wait for that either," Allie confirmed, "As you know. I've been what they call 'curious' most of my life, but I can't wait to see you do her too!"
"The possible combinations are almost endless," he said, increasing the pressure on her beautiful breasts.
"So they are," she sighed, pressing back against him, "Last I spoke to her she was just as keen too!"
"That's good to know," he answered, "We've known her how many years? And tonight we both get to have her! It's almost unbelievable."
"Yeah and she gets to have both of us," Allie told him, "Exchange is no robbery, right?"
"It certainly isn't," he confirmed.
"Now unhand me you cad," she giggled, "I want to be fresh and clean for later."
"Fellater?" he chuckled, reluctantly letting her go.
"Yes," she grinned, turning to face him, "Times two!"
"Oh God, that's almost too hot to think about!" he said.
"It'll be happening in just a few hours," she said sexily, reaching for her dress, "But you'll need clothes to go to the restaurant."
"Okay, okay," he grinned, heading to the drawers on his side of the bed. When he turned again, socks in hand, she was zipping up the dress and she just took his breath away all over again. "You still do it to me, Allie, all these years and you still turn me on just by existing!"
Allie smiled like a kid that had just opened a Christmas present to find that they'd got exactly what they wanted. "Thank you," she said warmly, "You should know that the feeling is very much mutual."
Griff smiled back at her as he pulled his socks onto his feet. "There, I'm all dressed!"
Allie laughed. "Keep going, stud, you can get utterly indecent when we get back," and paused, adding seductively, "The three of us!" Then she turned and left the room with just a sly peek back at his stiffening cock.
Griff laughed and carried on dressing. For years they'd shared a healthy and active sex life, always having a shared sense of adventure. Since the kids had departed to make their own ways in life, they had started to talk about all manner of new things. When she'd suggested getting a threesome together for real he'd been totally up for it, but hadn't really believed that she could deliver. Now it was going to happen, tonight, and she was just as excited about it as he was. Man, was he a lucky bastard! He certainly felt like it.
Allie went down the stairs, smiling and excited. She'd had a few lovers before falling totally for Griff, but she'd been his first and all these years later, was still his only. That hadn't bothered him at all, but she did wonder if it influenced her. The fact that she'd always been curious about her own gender sexually, and the fact that they'd played with their hot whispers about having a woman join them for so long, just made everything perfect for her. Allie wasn't doing this for him, nor was he doing it for her. They were doing it together, with and for each other, a shared dream. Looking back, that was what their entire marriage felt like. She couldn't be happier.
They were meeting Karen at the restaurant, and then bringing her home with them for some hot, adult fun. Karen had been friends of theirs for more years than they could rightly remember, a smoking hot blonde who'd been loyal to her cheating husband for way too many years. She'd finally kicked him out after their own kids had flown the nest, and the three of them had got even closer since. She hadn't dated in the intervening year, and had been bubbling with enthusiasm about tonight ever since Allie had first suggested it.
Allie really believed that Karen was as excited about having her first woman as she was about fucking Griff. They'd talked out all the issues one afternoon over coffee, and all that had been left was to set the date. Today was that day, and Allie was nervous, excited and hotly aroused as she anticipated the evening ahead.
"Will I do?" Griff asked as he entered the living room, in a smart pair of dark grey trousers and an open-necked shirt.
"You'll definitely do," she said seductively, "Let's get going, we should be there first."
"Yes we should," Griff agreed, grabbing his keys, "No second thoughts?"
"None at all," she confirmed, "You?"
"A bit of stage fright," he confessed, "But no second thoughts. I love you, Allie, always."
"I know," she said, hugging him briefly, "I love you too. I wouldn't want my life to have been any different in any way." They kissed slowly and with great and gentle affection, then left the house on a beautiful summer evening.
"They said it might rain later," he said as they got into the car.
"So what? I intend to get soaking fucking wet anyway!" she laughed.
- - - - -
Karen brushed out her long blonde hair for the umpteenth time and smiled at herself in the mirror. At forty-five she still had it, curves in all the right places, breasts that were neither too large nor too small for her frame and still where they should be, a sexy ass and great legs. She turned and checked her reflected self out. Her champagne underwear looked good against her nicely tanned skin. The bra and knickers were definitely for show, the bra offering no support but then it didn't need to, and the knickers barely covering her soft, blonde landing strip. The matching hold up stockings, topped with lace, really accentuated her shapely legs. She smiled at herself, her dark blue eyes flashing hotly
Karen slipped into purple stilettos that took her standing height from five-five to five-ten, pleased with the way her toes peeped through at the front and how her arches were exposed at the sides. The almost glittery finish of the enclosed heels and over most of her toes matched her purple dress perfectly, the slim, chromed heels offering a touch of daring. She slipped the dress on and fastened it, excited and nervous all at once as she glanced at the clock.
She didn't want the hassle of a relationship or of even starting something new with someone, but she did need a good seeing to. It had been far too long. Allie and Griff's proposal suited her to a tee. She already trusted them, was as curious as hell about same-sex sex and had quietly fancied Griff for years. It could be a one-off or could be a regular thing, they wouldn't know until afterwards, but she hoped for the latter. That would sort all her issues in one fell swoop, at least for the foreseeable future. It would also double the number of lovers that she'd had in her life, which stood at just two to date.
With a final grin at the mirror, she hooked her little evening bag over her shoulder, tossed her long, blonde mane and left the bedroom, walking with purpose through the house and directly out the door, locking it behind her, to her car. The engine fired smoothly and she fastened her seat belt, then was reaching for the radio when her bag started to ring. She took a deep breath and extracted her mobile from it, hoping desperately that it wasn't Allie ringing to cancel.
It wasn't. It was her father, calling from the hospital. Her mother had been taken ill and admitted, so she pulled the car out of the driveway heading towards the hospital rather than the restaurant, already calling Allie on her mobile, hands free. Shit!
- - - - -
Nina stomped across the polished tiled floors of the corridor. Her stilettos rang loudly and the slam of her boyfriend's apartment door still echoed in the sterile passageway. Ex-fucking boyfriend! At last. She hadn't expected him to be so difficult about it though, especially as she'd been so honest with him. Well, it was done now. She'd dumped him and was free. She jabbed the button for the lift and waited for it to ascend, calming herself, relief taking over from the anger. There were no tears, not in her eyes anyway.
The doors finally opened and she stepped into the mirrored interior of the lift, pressing the button for the ground floor. The doors took an age to close again. Appraising herself in the mirrors she could see why he'd been so upset to lose her, maybe. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her turquoise blue eyes shone in the soft light of the little box as it finally started to descend.
She was wearing a sheath of a dress in blood red that clung to her sensational figure, at least to just below her sexy ass cheeks anyway! It showed off her full, firm breasts unhampered by a bra and exposed daringly with a plunging vee neckline. Below that her narrow waist, flaring hips and her sexy little ass were all that the dress did cover, just. Her legs were bare, legs that other women would kill for and most men drooled over. Her shoes matched the dress in colour, just a couple of thin straps keeping them on her delicate feet. In them, she stood at around five-eleven, without she was five-five.
The only other thing that she wore was a red thong that barely covered her smoothly shaven sex. At just twenty, Nina was hot and tired of being stifled by her older boyfriend. Well, that was over now. No more phone calls and texts, no more would he stalk her on Facebook jealously. She'd already deleted and blocked him. What did he fucking expect? She was a dancer, a stripper and lap-dancer, and she earned good money but she had to tease the guys to get it. She'd only ever teased them though, not once had she ever cheated. He'd been her first, and was still her only, but that would be changing. He needed to date a fucking nun not a dancer!
The lift ground to a halt and the doors wheezed open. She was calmer leaving the lift, her heels a gentle staccato rhythm on the tiles now, but still a little annoyed that her plans for the evening had been spoiled by his inability to accept that she was finishing it, as she should have done a while ago. His tears and histrionics were never going to change her mind. She needed to cut loose, live on the edge for a while, give her adventurous nature time to play. He wanted a wife and babies. She was nowhere near ready for that, if she ever would be.
She exited the building and stopped to fish in her bag for her cigarettes and lighter. She didn't do drugs or drink much, she ate well and was fitter than a butcher's dog because of her job and her fitness classes, but he'd hated the fact that she smoked too. She didn't even smoke much for fuck's sake! Nina lit her cigarette and inhaled, blowing out a trail of blue grey smoke and looking up at the sky. Shit it was dark! She checked her watch. It was only just after nine in the evening, too early to be this dark on a summer's night.
The air was heavy too, muggy, and loaded with static. Hot. The sky was a dark grey, the promise of the bright blue early evening obliterated by clouds heavy with rain. It felt as if there would be a hell of a storm, and soon. She'd been planning to head back to her place, about an hour's drive away in a neighbouring town, and meet some friends for drinks and some fun. She wasn't going to make it now, so as she smoked she called them on her mobile and cried off. There would be plenty of other nights to party now that she was a free woman. The thought made her smile as she hung up the call and dropped her phone back into her bag.
Nina took a final puff on her smoke and ground it out beneath her shoe, then started to cross the car park towards her car, her breasts moving sensually beneath her dress as she moved with a feline grace, a dancer's grace. She acknowledged the two guys sitting smoking on a bench as she passed them, felt and enjoyed their eyes upon her as she unlocked her car door.
Grinning wickedly, she sat behind the wheel side on, her knees pressed tightly together, watching them, then she swung one gorgeous leg into the car, paused, her legs spread wide, and then the other, closing the car door as she did so. The look on the guys' faces was priceless and she laughed, jamming the key into the ignition. As usual the car fired on the third or fourth try, coughing and spluttering into life rather than roaring. She really would have to get it serviced, then again she'd have time to do so now that she wouldn't be travelling back and forth to this place every other day.
She reached for the seat belt and brought it across her, and by the time her hand was clicking it in place at her hip, the sky had opened and a torrent of rain was hammering the little car viciously, so hard that it bounced off the bonnet and then slammed down upon it again. Jesus! She didn't even have a coat. Still, she only had to get home, and she could get into her little rented house via the shelter of the car port, so she'd be okay.
Nina shifted the car into gear and backed out of the space, switching on headlights and wipers as she did so. As she swung the nose of the silver-grey Tigra to exit the car park, the two guys were still sitting on the bench, laughing like loons and thoroughly soaked through already. She laughed with them. Now that was how to live life. Fuck yeah! She sounded the horn and waved as she past them for a second time, and they blew exaggerated kisses at her as her tail lights left them behind.
She paused at the exit to the main road, the wipers struggling to cope with the downpour. She switched on the rear demister and the blowers to full blast to keep the windows from steaming up any worse than they already were, then carefully eased into the traffic. She immediately had to stop again for traffic lights, and switched on the stereo and thumbed a CD into play. Nina loved her music. She upped the volume as the traffic started to move again, her fingers keeping the beat on the steering wheel.
Soon the traffic had thinned as she neared the outer edges of the town, and as she eased down on the throttle towards the country roads that would take her to the neighbouring town, and home, she felt a real sense of freedom at last. Let the single life begin and the good times roll!
- - - - -
Griff took Allie in his arms and pulled her close, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. He still had to speak normally to be heard above the din of the rain and the roll of thunder outside of the car park. It was fortunate that the route from the restaurant to the car had been a covered one.
"I'm sorry about tonight, 'best laid plans' and all that," he said.
"Well, it's only a delay, not a cancellation," Allie replied, settling against him comfortably, where she belonged, "She was as disappointed as we were. And you know what they say, 'if at first you don't succeed..'" she giggled.
"Cheat?" he offered with a chuckle.
"Um, nooo," she responded, leaning back to look into his sexy eyes.
"Okay, then it must be, delete any evidence that you ever even tried?" he grinned.
Allie laughed. "Try, try again!" she said, "And we will, I promise."
"I know," he confirmed, "And the night won't be a wash out, that I promise you. You'll still get soaking wet!"
"I'd better," she grinned, moving away from him towards the passenger door, "I need to!"
He sat behind the wheel and twisted to embrace her again, his hand sliding up under the skirt of her dress to caress her thighs as they kissed passionately. Pulling back, still breathless, he asked, "Do you need to get wet or do you need to cum?"
"Well, I'm already wet after that kiss," she giggled, "So, the latter!"
"How badly?" he asked, his grin accompanied this time by a wicked glint to his eyes.
She looked around the car park, dark and almost deserted. "Desperately," she whispered hotly.
"Let me take care of that, then," he said, and leant in to kiss her again, his hand sliding up over her stocking tops as she parted her thighs. His fingers felt the wet heat of her through the black satin and she closed her eyes and tipped her head back as he kissed her throat and neck.
"Oh, yes please," she sighed.
His left hand worked around her back and under her arm to cup her breast, its nipple already rampant as he pressed against it through her dress and bra. His fingers slipped into her knickers to caress the slick folds of her sex and, knowingly, settle against her distended clit.
"Oh yeah," she moaned softly, "That's where I need it, right there!"
Her sharp heels bit into the rubber mat beneath her feet as she raised her hips to his clever fingers, his soft lips and tongue scorching her neck and throat, his other hand working a nipple deliciously. He sensed that it wouldn't take long, and almost felt her climax approaching as soon as she did.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned, "God, yes I'm cumming!"
She held onto him tightly as her body jerked to an intense but short-lived climax and his fingers receded from her hot sex to her stocking tops once more, his other hand eased back to her shoulder, but he held her, kept kissing her gently. "Do you think you can make it home, now?" he asked mischievously.
"Only if you promise to give me one hell of a fucking when we get there!" she answered breathlessly, a wide smile on her face and her grey-blue eyes alive to him.
Like most averagely endowed guys he quietly wished he had a couple more inches downstairs, but what he had worked and had satisfied Allie for more than twenty years. Not only that, it had twice filled a pram before his surgeon had put a stop to that! The kids were all grown up and living away now, both daughters the spitting image of their beautiful Mum.
Still naked, he walked out of the en suite into their bedroom, and immediately whistled at his wife. "Wow, you're making an effort tonight!" he said, admiring her sexy black satin and lace bra and knickers, the sheer hold up stockings and sexy stilettos.
Allie was forty-four and, if anything, looked even better than she had twenty years ago. She too had dark hair, long and loose, falling about her shoulders in soft, sexy waves. Like his, she had yet to find a grey one amongst them, though she had in the hair on pubis which had prompted her to simply shave it all off. Griff really liked the resulting smooth look, and she did too.
Her grey-blue eyes smiled at the compliment, as did her glossy red lips. Her body was hot, large breasts with nipples that would rise easily to the slightest touch, or thought, a slender waist and hips like a woman should have, and an ass to match. Her legs were her best features though, at least to Griff, being a leg man, and he loved to see her in stockings and heels. The ones she had on were his favourites, shining black patent court shoes with five inch heels. She wasn't far off his height with them on.
She turned to collect her dress from the wardrobe, saying, "It's not just for your benefit tonight!" but she never made the wardrobe. He caught her around the waist and pulled her against him, her back to his chest, and his hands went straight to her breasts. She even smelt sexy.
Allie laughed lightly. "Easy tiger, you need to save yourself!" she teased, but she still wiggled her ass back against his already interested cock. Griff could feel her nipples tightening beneath his palms.
"Oh and you don't?" he whispered.
"Well, you know that us women can outlast you guys every time," she giggled, "And you'll have two of us to take care of tonight."
"Not all by myself," he said huskily, nibbling her ear and feeling her tremble with the pleasure of it, "You'll be taking care of each other too, won't you?"
"Well, that's the idea," she grinned, "We don't really need you at all in fact, but I love you so you're included!"
"That's so generous of you," he grinned back at her, "I can't wait to see you and her together!"
"I can't wait for that either," Allie confirmed, "As you know. I've been what they call 'curious' most of my life, but I can't wait to see you do her too!"
"The possible combinations are almost endless," he said, increasing the pressure on her beautiful breasts.
"So they are," she sighed, pressing back against him, "Last I spoke to her she was just as keen too!"
"That's good to know," he answered, "We've known her how many years? And tonight we both get to have her! It's almost unbelievable."
"Yeah and she gets to have both of us," Allie told him, "Exchange is no robbery, right?"
"It certainly isn't," he confirmed.
"Now unhand me you cad," she giggled, "I want to be fresh and clean for later."
"Fellater?" he chuckled, reluctantly letting her go.
"Yes," she grinned, turning to face him, "Times two!"
"Oh God, that's almost too hot to think about!" he said.
"It'll be happening in just a few hours," she said sexily, reaching for her dress, "But you'll need clothes to go to the restaurant."
"Okay, okay," he grinned, heading to the drawers on his side of the bed. When he turned again, socks in hand, she was zipping up the dress and she just took his breath away all over again. "You still do it to me, Allie, all these years and you still turn me on just by existing!"
Allie smiled like a kid that had just opened a Christmas present to find that they'd got exactly what they wanted. "Thank you," she said warmly, "You should know that the feeling is very much mutual."
Griff smiled back at her as he pulled his socks onto his feet. "There, I'm all dressed!"
Allie laughed. "Keep going, stud, you can get utterly indecent when we get back," and paused, adding seductively, "The three of us!" Then she turned and left the room with just a sly peek back at his stiffening cock.
Griff laughed and carried on dressing. For years they'd shared a healthy and active sex life, always having a shared sense of adventure. Since the kids had departed to make their own ways in life, they had started to talk about all manner of new things. When she'd suggested getting a threesome together for real he'd been totally up for it, but hadn't really believed that she could deliver. Now it was going to happen, tonight, and she was just as excited about it as he was. Man, was he a lucky bastard! He certainly felt like it.
Allie went down the stairs, smiling and excited. She'd had a few lovers before falling totally for Griff, but she'd been his first and all these years later, was still his only. That hadn't bothered him at all, but she did wonder if it influenced her. The fact that she'd always been curious about her own gender sexually, and the fact that they'd played with their hot whispers about having a woman join them for so long, just made everything perfect for her. Allie wasn't doing this for him, nor was he doing it for her. They were doing it together, with and for each other, a shared dream. Looking back, that was what their entire marriage felt like. She couldn't be happier.
They were meeting Karen at the restaurant, and then bringing her home with them for some hot, adult fun. Karen had been friends of theirs for more years than they could rightly remember, a smoking hot blonde who'd been loyal to her cheating husband for way too many years. She'd finally kicked him out after their own kids had flown the nest, and the three of them had got even closer since. She hadn't dated in the intervening year, and had been bubbling with enthusiasm about tonight ever since Allie had first suggested it.
Allie really believed that Karen was as excited about having her first woman as she was about fucking Griff. They'd talked out all the issues one afternoon over coffee, and all that had been left was to set the date. Today was that day, and Allie was nervous, excited and hotly aroused as she anticipated the evening ahead.
"Will I do?" Griff asked as he entered the living room, in a smart pair of dark grey trousers and an open-necked shirt.
"You'll definitely do," she said seductively, "Let's get going, we should be there first."
"Yes we should," Griff agreed, grabbing his keys, "No second thoughts?"
"None at all," she confirmed, "You?"
"A bit of stage fright," he confessed, "But no second thoughts. I love you, Allie, always."
"I know," she said, hugging him briefly, "I love you too. I wouldn't want my life to have been any different in any way." They kissed slowly and with great and gentle affection, then left the house on a beautiful summer evening.
"They said it might rain later," he said as they got into the car.
"So what? I intend to get soaking fucking wet anyway!" she laughed.
- - - - -
Karen brushed out her long blonde hair for the umpteenth time and smiled at herself in the mirror. At forty-five she still had it, curves in all the right places, breasts that were neither too large nor too small for her frame and still where they should be, a sexy ass and great legs. She turned and checked her reflected self out. Her champagne underwear looked good against her nicely tanned skin. The bra and knickers were definitely for show, the bra offering no support but then it didn't need to, and the knickers barely covering her soft, blonde landing strip. The matching hold up stockings, topped with lace, really accentuated her shapely legs. She smiled at herself, her dark blue eyes flashing hotly
Karen slipped into purple stilettos that took her standing height from five-five to five-ten, pleased with the way her toes peeped through at the front and how her arches were exposed at the sides. The almost glittery finish of the enclosed heels and over most of her toes matched her purple dress perfectly, the slim, chromed heels offering a touch of daring. She slipped the dress on and fastened it, excited and nervous all at once as she glanced at the clock.
She didn't want the hassle of a relationship or of even starting something new with someone, but she did need a good seeing to. It had been far too long. Allie and Griff's proposal suited her to a tee. She already trusted them, was as curious as hell about same-sex sex and had quietly fancied Griff for years. It could be a one-off or could be a regular thing, they wouldn't know until afterwards, but she hoped for the latter. That would sort all her issues in one fell swoop, at least for the foreseeable future. It would also double the number of lovers that she'd had in her life, which stood at just two to date.
With a final grin at the mirror, she hooked her little evening bag over her shoulder, tossed her long, blonde mane and left the bedroom, walking with purpose through the house and directly out the door, locking it behind her, to her car. The engine fired smoothly and she fastened her seat belt, then was reaching for the radio when her bag started to ring. She took a deep breath and extracted her mobile from it, hoping desperately that it wasn't Allie ringing to cancel.
It wasn't. It was her father, calling from the hospital. Her mother had been taken ill and admitted, so she pulled the car out of the driveway heading towards the hospital rather than the restaurant, already calling Allie on her mobile, hands free. Shit!
- - - - -
Nina stomped across the polished tiled floors of the corridor. Her stilettos rang loudly and the slam of her boyfriend's apartment door still echoed in the sterile passageway. Ex-fucking boyfriend! At last. She hadn't expected him to be so difficult about it though, especially as she'd been so honest with him. Well, it was done now. She'd dumped him and was free. She jabbed the button for the lift and waited for it to ascend, calming herself, relief taking over from the anger. There were no tears, not in her eyes anyway.
The doors finally opened and she stepped into the mirrored interior of the lift, pressing the button for the ground floor. The doors took an age to close again. Appraising herself in the mirrors she could see why he'd been so upset to lose her, maybe. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her turquoise blue eyes shone in the soft light of the little box as it finally started to descend.
She was wearing a sheath of a dress in blood red that clung to her sensational figure, at least to just below her sexy ass cheeks anyway! It showed off her full, firm breasts unhampered by a bra and exposed daringly with a plunging vee neckline. Below that her narrow waist, flaring hips and her sexy little ass were all that the dress did cover, just. Her legs were bare, legs that other women would kill for and most men drooled over. Her shoes matched the dress in colour, just a couple of thin straps keeping them on her delicate feet. In them, she stood at around five-eleven, without she was five-five.
The only other thing that she wore was a red thong that barely covered her smoothly shaven sex. At just twenty, Nina was hot and tired of being stifled by her older boyfriend. Well, that was over now. No more phone calls and texts, no more would he stalk her on Facebook jealously. She'd already deleted and blocked him. What did he fucking expect? She was a dancer, a stripper and lap-dancer, and she earned good money but she had to tease the guys to get it. She'd only ever teased them though, not once had she ever cheated. He'd been her first, and was still her only, but that would be changing. He needed to date a fucking nun not a dancer!
The lift ground to a halt and the doors wheezed open. She was calmer leaving the lift, her heels a gentle staccato rhythm on the tiles now, but still a little annoyed that her plans for the evening had been spoiled by his inability to accept that she was finishing it, as she should have done a while ago. His tears and histrionics were never going to change her mind. She needed to cut loose, live on the edge for a while, give her adventurous nature time to play. He wanted a wife and babies. She was nowhere near ready for that, if she ever would be.
She exited the building and stopped to fish in her bag for her cigarettes and lighter. She didn't do drugs or drink much, she ate well and was fitter than a butcher's dog because of her job and her fitness classes, but he'd hated the fact that she smoked too. She didn't even smoke much for fuck's sake! Nina lit her cigarette and inhaled, blowing out a trail of blue grey smoke and looking up at the sky. Shit it was dark! She checked her watch. It was only just after nine in the evening, too early to be this dark on a summer's night.
The air was heavy too, muggy, and loaded with static. Hot. The sky was a dark grey, the promise of the bright blue early evening obliterated by clouds heavy with rain. It felt as if there would be a hell of a storm, and soon. She'd been planning to head back to her place, about an hour's drive away in a neighbouring town, and meet some friends for drinks and some fun. She wasn't going to make it now, so as she smoked she called them on her mobile and cried off. There would be plenty of other nights to party now that she was a free woman. The thought made her smile as she hung up the call and dropped her phone back into her bag.
Nina took a final puff on her smoke and ground it out beneath her shoe, then started to cross the car park towards her car, her breasts moving sensually beneath her dress as she moved with a feline grace, a dancer's grace. She acknowledged the two guys sitting smoking on a bench as she passed them, felt and enjoyed their eyes upon her as she unlocked her car door.
Grinning wickedly, she sat behind the wheel side on, her knees pressed tightly together, watching them, then she swung one gorgeous leg into the car, paused, her legs spread wide, and then the other, closing the car door as she did so. The look on the guys' faces was priceless and she laughed, jamming the key into the ignition. As usual the car fired on the third or fourth try, coughing and spluttering into life rather than roaring. She really would have to get it serviced, then again she'd have time to do so now that she wouldn't be travelling back and forth to this place every other day.
She reached for the seat belt and brought it across her, and by the time her hand was clicking it in place at her hip, the sky had opened and a torrent of rain was hammering the little car viciously, so hard that it bounced off the bonnet and then slammed down upon it again. Jesus! She didn't even have a coat. Still, she only had to get home, and she could get into her little rented house via the shelter of the car port, so she'd be okay.
Nina shifted the car into gear and backed out of the space, switching on headlights and wipers as she did so. As she swung the nose of the silver-grey Tigra to exit the car park, the two guys were still sitting on the bench, laughing like loons and thoroughly soaked through already. She laughed with them. Now that was how to live life. Fuck yeah! She sounded the horn and waved as she past them for a second time, and they blew exaggerated kisses at her as her tail lights left them behind.
She paused at the exit to the main road, the wipers struggling to cope with the downpour. She switched on the rear demister and the blowers to full blast to keep the windows from steaming up any worse than they already were, then carefully eased into the traffic. She immediately had to stop again for traffic lights, and switched on the stereo and thumbed a CD into play. Nina loved her music. She upped the volume as the traffic started to move again, her fingers keeping the beat on the steering wheel.
Soon the traffic had thinned as she neared the outer edges of the town, and as she eased down on the throttle towards the country roads that would take her to the neighbouring town, and home, she felt a real sense of freedom at last. Let the single life begin and the good times roll!
- - - - -
Griff took Allie in his arms and pulled her close, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. He still had to speak normally to be heard above the din of the rain and the roll of thunder outside of the car park. It was fortunate that the route from the restaurant to the car had been a covered one.
"I'm sorry about tonight, 'best laid plans' and all that," he said.
"Well, it's only a delay, not a cancellation," Allie replied, settling against him comfortably, where she belonged, "She was as disappointed as we were. And you know what they say, 'if at first you don't succeed..'" she giggled.
"Cheat?" he offered with a chuckle.
"Um, nooo," she responded, leaning back to look into his sexy eyes.
"Okay, then it must be, delete any evidence that you ever even tried?" he grinned.
Allie laughed. "Try, try again!" she said, "And we will, I promise."
"I know," he confirmed, "And the night won't be a wash out, that I promise you. You'll still get soaking wet!"
"I'd better," she grinned, moving away from him towards the passenger door, "I need to!"
He sat behind the wheel and twisted to embrace her again, his hand sliding up under the skirt of her dress to caress her thighs as they kissed passionately. Pulling back, still breathless, he asked, "Do you need to get wet or do you need to cum?"
"Well, I'm already wet after that kiss," she giggled, "So, the latter!"
"How badly?" he asked, his grin accompanied this time by a wicked glint to his eyes.
She looked around the car park, dark and almost deserted. "Desperately," she whispered hotly.
"Let me take care of that, then," he said, and leant in to kiss her again, his hand sliding up over her stocking tops as she parted her thighs. His fingers felt the wet heat of her through the black satin and she closed her eyes and tipped her head back as he kissed her throat and neck.
"Oh, yes please," she sighed.
His left hand worked around her back and under her arm to cup her breast, its nipple already rampant as he pressed against it through her dress and bra. His fingers slipped into her knickers to caress the slick folds of her sex and, knowingly, settle against her distended clit.
"Oh yeah," she moaned softly, "That's where I need it, right there!"
Her sharp heels bit into the rubber mat beneath her feet as she raised her hips to his clever fingers, his soft lips and tongue scorching her neck and throat, his other hand working a nipple deliciously. He sensed that it wouldn't take long, and almost felt her climax approaching as soon as she did.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned, "God, yes I'm cumming!"
She held onto him tightly as her body jerked to an intense but short-lived climax and his fingers receded from her hot sex to her stocking tops once more, his other hand eased back to her shoulder, but he held her, kept kissing her gently. "Do you think you can make it home, now?" he asked mischievously.
"Only if you promise to give me one hell of a fucking when we get there!" she answered breathlessly, a wide smile on her face and her grey-blue eyes alive to him.
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