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Story title : Under The Table
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Under the Table (m/FM, oral, mast, 1st time)
by Shakespeare_I._Aint. (c) 1999
**
A room service delivery boy receives a special reward
from an appreciative couple for finding the wife's lost
wallet.
**
Jamie Stairs was rolling back from his 28th room service
delivery of the afternoon when he found the wallet.
Almost perfectly camouflaged against the dark gray
carpet of the softly lit elevator, a woman's something-
skin gray wallet. Jamie picked it up. Creamy leather
with a nice rich smell. He unsnapped the wallet and
looked inside. All the right charge cards; some he had
never heard of. And a crisp stack of big-head hundred
dollar bills. There had to be at least twenty of them.
So new you would have to rub them when you paid for
something to ensure they weren't stuck together.
The charge cards were all in the name of Evelyn Summers.
It didn't ring any bells with Jamie. As he stood
pondering the insides of his find, the elevator rang and
slid to a smooth stop back on the ground floor. Before
the doors could open, Jamie hastily slid the wallet
under the linen tablecloth of the dinner cart. The door
slid open.
No one was there to see the guilty look on the
seventeen-year-old's face. His face flushed with blood
and his head throbbing with nervous energy, Jamie rolled
his cart out of the elevator and started his journey to
the vast kitchens of the Bayhaven Resort Complex. To
take another order.
As one of the new boys, he tended to get sent to the
furthest reaches of the complex, often having to leave
the main building and cross the common areas to the
condominiums and guest villas. Try making 28 of those
trips for five dollars an hour and whatever tips the
Kitchen Manager would admit to.
I better do the right thing, Jamie thought to himself. I
better tell Mister Rose. Mr. Rose, the kitchen manager,
was a wizened, grubby old man who ran the Kitchens at
Bayhaven with an iron fist. Domineering, he bullied and
intimidated everyone, except for the well-paid chefs,
who kept to themselves anyway. Jared Rose took room
service orders over phone lines or the touch screen
television displays in each room.
Guests did not have to sign or tip personally for their
meals. Whatever tip they added to the room service went
through Rose. The guests just had to open their door.
Some took the cart right from Jamie and others preferred
that he roll it over to their table and serve them.
Whatever they wanted they got for three hundred to two
thousand dollars a day.
Jamie rolled into the kitchen and got back in line.
Three young men with carts waited ahead of him for
assignment. Mr. Rose turned away from his communication
station and gave them a general scowl. At seventeen,
Jamie was the youngest. Most others had been there at
least a year. All of them worked the short summer
season, from Memorial to Labor Day at Bayhaven, the
plush resort complex on Mackinac Island which sat
between Michigan's beautiful Upper and Lower Peninsulas.
The older boys worked the summers to save money for
college; Jamie had gotten into the job because his
father, an ebullient masculine good-natured Salesman of
the First Water, had done the same when he was a kid. He
was worried about Jamie's reticent, shy personality; he
believed that a summer away from home and long hours of
dealing with people would be just the tonic Jamie needed
to come out of his shell.
And so Jamie Stairs had been at the Bayhaven Resort for
two weeks now, working six days a week, quartered four
to a room in a forgotten corner of the complex,
listening to his older roomies boasting or lying about
the guests they had scored with. They pretty much
ignored the slim seventeen year old, except when they
needed a small loan until payday.
Jamie was all right with that, he didn't need much to
get by, and the cocksure way they handled themselves
confused and awed him. Presumably at the end of summer
he would return home with a few thousand dollars for his
share of the tip money. After Jared Rose skimmed a bunch
of money off the top. Everyone hated Rose and most
believed that after thirty years of skimming from his
room service staff he was rich himself.
Jamie spent his off day, Tuesdays, biking around the
island like a tourist. No motor vehicles were allowed on
Mackinac Island except for an ambulance and police and
fire vehicles. Horse-drawn carriages were plentiful,
although prohibitively expensive for the summer help. So
Jamie biked around to see the sights, the majestic
cliffs on the north side of the island, the old fort,
the strip of both expensive and cheap souvenir stores,
the quiet forests and sandy shores that made the island
so beautiful. Guests came to the island on one of the
ferry services which left every eight minutes from the
mainland, only five miles away.
Jared Rose surveyed the idle boys disdainfully, then
deposited pickup slips to the other boys, leaving Jamie
waiting. The boys rolled their carts into Pickup to grab
their next deliveries. Mr. Rose glanced doubtfully at
Jamie before he turned to walk away.
"Mr. Rose?"
Rose turned and glared hard at Jamie. "What?" he
answered irritably.
Jamie held out the ladies wallet. "I found this in the
elevator," he said shyly.
Mr. Rose almost snatched the wallet out of Jamie's
hands. He opened it and inspected the contents. His eyes
lit up when he saw the cash. Remembering himself, he put
his mean glare back on and addressed Jamie.
"You found this? On which elevator?" he demanded.
"Main Three," Jamie answered softly.
"Did you look in it? You looked in it, didn't you?" Rose
accused. "You know how much money is here?"
Jamie tried to hold his head up to Mr. Rose, but he
failed miserably. Looking off into space, he answered.
"I...uh...looked into it--to see if I could find which
guest it belonged to."
Mr. Rose stared at him unblinkingly, like a chameleon.
"You are not supposed to look inside a guest's wallet,
Stairs. Your job is to deliver meals. Only meals."
"Yes sir."
Rose grimaced. "You found it. I will take it back to its
owner, giving you full credit for finding it, of
course," he added acidly. "Next time, don't be looking
inside people's wallets when you find them lying around.
You just turn it in. Get it? Watch the phones."
He grabbed his suit coat off a peg in the tiny Order
Room and whirled away without waiting for an answer.
Jamie watched him stalk off down the corridor to the
Main Hotel to return the wallet. Then it hit him. That
old man might have stolen the money if Jamie hadn't told
him he knew that there was money inside. And now he was
heading up to their room to return it and intercept any
gratuity the owner would want to give Jamie.
The boy stood there stunned by Mr. Rose's gall until the
phone rang for yet another room service order. Jamie
dutifully took the order and placed it. By the time he
finished, an older boy booted him out and took over
phone duty as befitted his seniority.
Fifteen minutes later, Jamie saw Mr. Rose return. He was
in a foul-tempered mood. He sidled up to Jamie as he was
preparing to roll away an order for one of the
outbuildings. "Stairs. I returned the wallet to Mr. and
Mrs. Summers in Main Building, Suite 228. The gentlemen
indicated that you would deliver and wait their dinner
and he would speak to you about the wallet there. You
are advised that any reward given to you will be split
between you and me. You for finding it; me for returning
it. Understand Stairs?" Mr. Rose stared at him intently.
"Yes, Sir," Jamie answered. Good. Those people probably
saw what a snake Rose was and didn't trust him to fork
over any money they gave him.
"Good." Mr. Rose seemed satisfied and relaxed the bony
grimace from his features. "Saunders," he barked to an
older boy idling across the room. The boy looked dumbly
at him. "Take this cart to Condo 132. Get going." The
boy glumly took Jamie's cart and slumped away down the
long hallway to the exit.
"You get their meal and get up there pronto, Stairs. And
remember, we split the reward. Even-Steven and real
friendly-like. I'll be waiting for you." The old man
rubbed his hands together gleefully as he walked away.
While Jamie waited for the kitchen to prepare the meal,
he slipped into the small bathroom and checked himself
in the mirror. The cheap red sport coats and black pants
they wore tended to get stained with gravy and other
liquids and Mr. Rose did not tolerate a sloppy roomie.
Jamie used the brushes laying there to generally brush
up his appearance. He bent down and peered in the mirror
at the slim brown haired boy peering back at him. Your
okay looking, he told himself sheepishly. Chicks dig me,
he added. From afar.
As Jamie grabbed the cart and started rolling to his
destination he felt Mr. Rose's eyes on him. "Be on your
best behavior, Stairs," he called out. A few boys
grinned at each other. Jamie blushed. He knew he would
be hearing that line from the boys for the rest of the
summer. He rolled into Main and headed to the elevators.
The elevator doors opened to welcome him and he rolled
his cart in. His cart contained two covered entree
plates, a appetizer plate and a bottle of Dom Perignon
covered in ice. Two wineglasses. Real crystal here at
Bayhaven.
On the second floor, the elevator stopped and, as the
doors slid open, Jamie became nervous and shy. It was a
fairly easy task to drop off meals to the various rooms,
but he was not very good at waiting and serving a meal.
Mr. Rose tended to give those assignments to the older,
more experienced boys, who presented and served a meal
with flourishes Jamie couldn't imitate.
Nonetheless, Jamie rolled to a stop outside Suite 228
and knocked authoritatively, as he had been taught. He
felt tongue-tied and stupid. What do I say, he wondered.
Yes, I found your wallet. No, it never occurred to me to
take anything. Yes, I 'm a fine young man. Reward? No...
well, if you insist... It sounded fake and he knew this
little interview wouldn't go well.
The door swung open, and a man's voice, deep voice told
him to, "C'mon in." Jamie rolled his cart into Suite 228.
The Suites at Bayhaven were all expensive. Four hundred
dollars a day got you a Suite. Eight hundred dollars and
up got you a huge suite and all-inclusive resort
privileges and meals. These people had the all-inclusive
and their order slip indicated they had been there for
one week. The suite, like all others, had a large living
area with dining table, sofas and lounge chairs and a
high boy which hid the television unless it was being
viewed. Fresh-cut flowers in leaded crystal vases, a
roll-top desk and wet bar. Balcony overlooking the
Gardens at Bayhaven. Nice.
Jamie watched the man walk back to the desk. He was an
old guy, around sixty, tall, barrel-chested and powerful
like John Wayne. He had salt and pepper hair, cut short
with a side-part and a small goatee. He wore reading
glasses and a short beige terrycloth robe. Too short for
Jamie's comfort, although he did have muscular legs for
an old guy. He sat back down at the desk and motioned in
Jamie's general direction. "Just a minute."
The old guy had a laptop computer on the desk, connected
to a phone line. He played with the return button,
watching the screen intently. He nodded at some things;
grunted disapprovingly at others. Finally, with a sigh,
he pulled the phone line from the side of the laptop and
closed it. He turned in his chair and peered over the
top of his glasses at Jamie.
"Son, you can put the dishes on the table. We'll eat
later. Open the wine so it can breathe." Jamie carefully
laid the covered dishes on the dining table which was
covered in a white damask tablecloth and then uncorked
the Dom without leaving cork particles floating as he
had done the first couple of times he had attempted the
task. He looked back at the old man who watched him
without expression.
"So you're the lad who found my wife's wallet?" Mr.
Summers grunted.
"Yes sir," Jamie managed. The old guy looked so
formidable sitting there.
"What's your name?"
"Ja-Jamie Stairs"
"You normally stutter son?"
"Uh, no sir," Jamie answered shyly, his face feeling
red.
"The gentleman who came up here--Mister Rose? You gave
the wallet to him?"
"Yes sir."
"What's he like? Good man?"
Jamie searched for anything positive he could say about
Mister Rose. Finally, he just blurted, "He's the Kitchen
Manager, sir," and left that obvious statement hanging
lamely before Mr. Summers who was eyeing him curiously.
Mr. Summers sat back in his chair. "Relax, son. I got
the distinct impression that Mr. Rose was here simply to
collect a reward for my wife's wallet. I trusted him as
far as I could throw him. In short, I didn't take to the
man. Understand?" Jamie nodded dumbly. "I told him I
wanted to talk to the boy who found the wallet." Summers
was silent for a few seconds and Jamie stood in
attendance, wishing the old guy had a longer robe as he
sat sprawled in the desk chair.
"So the facts of the matter are these: Number one, you
found my wife's wallet which contained a whole host of
money which would be an inconvenience to replace. Number
two, my wife lost the wallet. Number three, we should
reward you. But number four, Jamie, is it?"
"Yes, Jamie, sir," Jamie breathed.
"Yes. Jamie. Well Jamie, number four is that I don't
consider money to be a suitable reward for your honesty
and good service. Money, I have. You've done me a
service by finding something I don't place particular
value on. Understand?"
Jamie nodded immediately although he had no fucking idea
what this guy was on about. He just wanted to leave the
dinner cart there and vanish from this guy's presence.
He didn't need a reward. Just let me go. He wondered if
the guy was queer. That would explain that robe.
"Which brings us to number five, Jamie. What can I
reward you with? I believe that I should reward you with
something valuable. Something I place value on. That
would be the most suitable reward." Mr. Summers shifted
in his chair. Now Jamie could see up the guy's robe,
though he tried so hard not to look. Oh yeah, the guy's
queer, he thought. Married or not, he's queer. He's
gonna want me. Ah, fuck, how do I get out of this one?
he worried. He was tongue-tied.
Jamie stood hunched like a frightened, confused rabbit
while the old hawk surveyed him, waiting for his move.
Jamie jumped when the doorknob rattled. Someone was
coming in. He stood motionless as the door opened. An
older lady, presumably Mrs. Summers came in, hands laden
with shopping bags from the Shops at Bayhaven. She
noticed him immediately and beamed a kindly smile at
him. She nodded to her husband. "I'm back, dear. I've
bought an outfit I'd like your opinion on later."
Mr. Summers got up to take the packages, smiling fondly
back at her. "You look wonderful in anything, honey. I'd
like you to meet Jamie Stairs, the young man who found
your wallet in the elevator. I thought you'd like to
thank him personally. Jamie, may I introduce my wife,
Evelyn."
"Jamie, I'm pleased to meet you. I appreciate you
returning my wallet. It would have been an inconvenience
to replace all the charge cards and whatnot. And all my
stuff, all the pictures of my children that I could
never replace. Those pictures are priceless to me.
Thank-you," she smiled dazzlingly at Jamie.
Jamie choked out a "nice to meet you" and a "I was glad
to do it" almost as one hurried sentence. Evelyn Summers
was dazzling. Between 40 and 45 years old, Jamie
reckoned. Maybe older, because she looked in such good
condition. Dishwater straight blonde hair pulled back
into a tight ponytail. Faded blue eyes, with slight
crow's feet in the corners, a straight aristocratic
nose, with a smattering of light freckles on her aging
skin and a set of perfect white teeth. Almost no makeup
whatsoever. Untanned soft-looking female.
She was clothed impeccably in the right Kelly green
Bayhaven top and fashionably loose white cloth shorts.
Diamond tennis bracelet on left wrist. Slim legs not
defined by exercise. Little white Filas on her tennis-
socked feet. Everything about her resonated casual
elegance and status.
Mrs. Summers was a beautiful woman in late prime, free
of the kids and relaxing at Bayhaven with her husband.
She was certainly Cheryl Tiegs beautiful up close and
seemed very comfortable and personable as she spoke.
Jamie felt himself blush and tore his eyes off the lady.
He had spoken last and he couldn't think of anything
else to say. To this mature goddess.
"Jamie, if you'll allow me to speak to my wife privately
in the other room for a moment, I'd appreciate it," Bill
Summers boomed.
"Certainly, sir," Jamie returned automatically, one of
the responses he had learned from the older roomies. He
watched uncomfortably as Bill Summers and his wife
entered the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind
them. Jamie idled in the middle of the room, casting
blankly about for the tokens of personality that guests
put in a room to make it theirs for the time that they
were there. Some guests were messy, with items of
interest strewn all about; others were clean. This room
was clean. Other than the laptop on the desk, the room
showed no clues about the Summers encamped here. Nothing
to study. So Jamie waited in his agony of discomfort,
wanting only to leave.
After a minute, the bedroom door opened and Bill Summers
strode out, still decked out in his short robe. Upon
spotting Jamie still standing awkwardly in the middle of
the room, he crossed to him and clapped him on the back.
"Lord, son. Don't just stand there. Have a seat. He led
Jamie over to the sofa and practically pushed him down.
He plopped back down into his desk chair, the robe
climbing perilously up his thighs. Jamie tried damn hard
not to notice. He sat stiffly on the couch. Bill Summers
observed his discomfort.
"Relax, Stairs. You look like you could jump through the
ceiling."
"Sir, I'm sorry. I'm not used to sitting down. I just
deliver room service. I uh... prefer to just drop the
cart off and pick it up later. That's what I like,"
Jamie finished.
"You a bit of a loner, Jamie? Shy type?"
"Yes, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen, sir."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"No, sir."
"Ever had one?"
Jamie was ashamed. "No."
"Well, shy or not, you're a good looking lad, Jamie.
You'll get a girl one of these days."
"I hope so, sir," Jamie answered meekly.
"You just have to believe in yourself and relax a little
bit. You're pretty uptight aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
Bill Summers smiled kindly at Jamie. "My wife will
rejoin us in a few minutes. I spoke to her in the
bedroom and we are in agreement. I hope you'll find it
was worth your while." He gazed blithely at Jamie,
waiting for an answer.
Jamie looked askance at Mr. Summers, who was only too
happy to let Jamie swing in the wind. Finally, he
relented.
"Jamie, have you ever messed around with an older
woman?" Mr. Summers watched him intently.
Jamie felt his stomach sinking. "An older woman, sir?"
he whispered meekly.
"Yes. An older woman, such as Evelyn for example. Evelyn
is fifty-two years old, Jamie. Our youngest child is
twenty-two years old."
Jamie said nothing. He felt that his embarrassing
admission that he had never had a girlfriend should be
taken as proof that he hadn't ever had a chance to 'mess
around'. And fifty-two? She didn't look that old.
"My wife and I are what is commonly called, 'empty-
nesters'. Our children have gone on to marry and have
children of their own. We are grandparents now, if you
can believe that." Jamie could picture Bill as a
Grandpa. But not his wife. She seemed too feminine to be
a Grandma. Jamie had a momentary vision of an infant
suckling at her breast as her perfect features smiled
down on the baby. His cock stirred in his trousers. Bill
Summers was on a roll.
"We've decided how to reward you. My wife will give you
something that I hope you'll appreciate. I will do most
of the talking, if you don't mind. It's something we've
been exploring a little bit for a few months now."
"Yes, sir."
Bill Summers got up and poured two glasses of wine and
brought one to Jamie, who accepted it with two hands. He
stared up at Mr. Summers who stood beaming down at him.
"Evelyn, we're ready, dear," he boomed, his face smiling
like they were two men of the world sharing a good joke.
Jamie put his best manly grin on, though for the life of
him he couldn't understand what the joke was about. He
took a big gulp of his wine--just for something to do--
and it burned going down.
Their eyes turned toward the bedroom door as it opened.
And the impossibly fifty-two year old Evelyn Summers
came into the room. Shyly now, because she was clad in a
short beige terrycloth robe, exactly like that of her
husband. Jamie tore his eyes away lest he be caught
gawking at her. He side-glanced up towards Mr. Summers
to check his reaction. Shit. Bill Summers was looking
directly down at him with the same manly grin. Jamie
quailed inside and studiously averted his eyes towards
the far wall away from this imposing man and his short-
robed wife. Bill Summers laughed aloud.
"Damn, boy. You really are shy. Look at my little lady.
She's come out to thank you. The least you can do is
look," he said with a jolly laugh.
Jamie pulled his eyes back. His face felt hot and he
knew he was blushing looking at this guy's wife. She was
blushing too. She stopped uncertainly in front of him,
her face colored as she stared timidly at his eyes,
looking for signs of approval. Jamie stared at her legs.
The short robe ended high above her knees and Jamie just
knew that if she turned around and bent over slightly
her butt would peek out from under that robe. That might
be nice.
She wouldn't be able to see him staring if that
happened. He'd be able to stare at leisure instead of
having to look at her with her and her husband watching
him. Nice legs though. Long and slim, pale and smooth.
This lady didn't have an athletic tone to her legs at
all. But they were fantastic to look at so close up like
this, and he did, all the way up to where they
disappeared under her robe. She was bare foot, pretty
and feminine with red painted toenails. She stood with
her legs slightly parted and Jamie wondered fervently
what her privates looked like.
The boy realized with a jolt what the old guy wanted. He
knew this Bill Summers wanted him to consort with this
lady--his wife--while he watched. Or worse, participate.
Like a double-team or something. And somehow, that was
more scary than fending off an old homo's advances.
Jamie's performance anxieties started up even though his
cock was straining in his trousers and sending frenzied
signals to his brain to have Jamie rearrange himself
down there so it could stand straight up.
"Well, Jamie? What do you think? How does this old gal
look?" Bill Summers collapsed into the easy chair across
from Jamie's sofa.
"Dear, please," Evelyn remonstrated her husband.
"Sorry, dear. Jamie, how does the little lady look to
you?" he asked.
"Fine, sir," Jamie croaked out. His throat was dry. He
could tell these people expected more. He took another
big gulp of his Dom Perignon and set the glass shakily
on the end table. "She--I mean you--look really hot,
ma'am," he managed. He was rewarded with a gentle smile
from Evelyn and he realized that she had been worried
about what he would say. She was beautiful. She still
looked tense though and Jamie could sure relate to that.
"Honey, how about you drop the robe and show Jamie here
the rest of yourself?" Bill suggested gently. And the
two males waited and watched the slender woman make a
decision and then she slowly untied the robe belted
around her waist.
The robe front faced Jamie as she opened her robe and
dropped it down her shoulders. She shrugged her arms out
of the sleeves and suddenly a woman clad in silky black
low-cut panties stood in front of Jamie. She tossed the
robe lightly onto the couch next to Jamie and stood
posed, her hands held stiffly at her sides for his
inspection.
The robe had landed next to Jamie and a whiff of perfume
flowed up to his senses as he drank her in. She had a
slender form with small breasts that nevertheless seemed
to sag the tiniest bit downward. Like they were tired.
Such soft comforting little Mother breasts. Small dusky
pink nipples that seemed to point directly at Jamie's
waist. Her absolutely white stomach had the gentlest
swell and a horizontal scar on the abdomen. Her hips
widened slightly as they met her thighs.
Jamie glanced down at her covered groin. The black
panties clung just below her hipbones. The first panties
Jamie had ever seen on a live woman. On his way back up,
Jamie noticed the tiny little stretch marks that marred
the perfect Goth whiteness of Evelyn's tummy. From being
pregnant, he realized. Jamie found that Evelyn was
waiting on him again. He went with his feelings.
"Wow," he breathed, huskily. And Evelyn smiled self-
consciously at him.
"Wow is right, Jamie," Bill Summers boomed approvingly.
"Take your panties off, honey. Give him the full show."
Evelyn kind of turned away from Jamie and bent slightly.
Jamie watched her breasts as they dangled in mid-air.
Watched her slide her thumbs under the waistband of
those magic black panties and tug them down her hips and
down her thighs. All the way to her feet. And then she
stepped her left foot out of her panties. Turning back
towards Jamie she gave a little kick with her right foot
and sent those panties flying up and at Jamie. They hit
him right in the face.
Jamie was mortified and sat frozen while the panties
slid down his face with a soft whoosh and landed in his
lap. His cock gave a major surge in his pants.
Bill Summers rose to his feet.
"Giving away souvenirs, honey?" He chuckled as he came
around behind his little wife and put his hands around
her waist. They turned slightly until they were facing
Jamie. "I'll introduce you to Evelyn's parts. This will
be a little embarrassing to her, the exhibition and all,
but it's part of our game. She tends to feed off the
embarrassment. Good wife and mother turned "bad" type
of thing."
Bill Summers ran up hands slowly up his wife's torso
until he cupped and lifted her small tits. Her breasts
did not fill her husband's big hands. Jamie watched
transfixed, his eyes straying from Bill's hands to
Evelyn's face as she peeked at him with undecipherable
emotions on her face. Every so often she shut her eyes
so that she could not see Jamie looking at her.
Interesting.
"These two little beauties nursed our three children.
The last time they were called to duty was twenty-two
years ago, Jamie. That was when Robbie was born. He's
twenty-two now. Our children suckled on these boobs.
Evelyn always thought they were too small and then after
the babies she thought they sagged too much. Right,
honey?"
"Yes, dear," his wife answered in a low voice, her eyes
closed. Jamie watched Bill thrumming her nipples with
his thumbs. Her nips were up. Her breasts looked so soft
an feminine that Jamie longed to touch them.
"What do you think of them, Jamie?" Bill Summers asked.
"I, uh...think they're really nice. Wonderful," Jamie
added truthfully. Evelyn Summers at fifty-two was
awfully nice to look at.
"They have always been favorites of mine," Bill
murmured, bending his head down to kiss his wife on the
nape of her neck. She shuddered. Bill moved his hands
down onto her white tummy, straying over the small scars
and slight little pooch of her belly. "Evelyn gave birth
three times, Jamie. Two vaginally, the last one by
cesarean. See these little stretch marks? Those are from
carrying our babies." He traced the long, thin bikini
scar. "Here is Evelyn's cesarean scar from the last
child." Jamie sat quietly watching the old guy play with
his wife's body. Sensing that neither was watching, he
quickly adjusted his crotch so that his cock could get
some breathing room. The old guy stroked her stomach,
his index finger delving inside her belly button. "When
she was pregnant, her belly button would pooch out--
that's how big she would get. A beautiful time, Jamie.
She always looked so fresh and rosy when she was
pregnant. So sexy. Didn't you dear?"
"Yes, dear," Evelyn murmured, her eyes still closed
while her husband stood behind her and stroked her. His
hands moved down to her closely shorn groin. Evelyn had
a pubic triangle all right. But the blonde hair was very
short and Jamie was seeing his first real live pussy.
The lips, a dusky deep pink hanging low. With two
fingers on either side of her pubis Bill spread her
cleft, watching Jamie as he did. "This is my wife's
vagina, Jamie. Or "pussy" when we're feeling randy--like
now. Are you a little wet, honey?"
"Yes," Evelyn whispered, her eyes open now, looking off
at a point over Jamie's head.
"Does Evelyn look wet down there, Jamie?" Bill
questioned.
Jamie leaned slightly forward, directing his gaze down
to the split between Bill's hands. The lady's pussy
glistened with something, that was for sure. It shined
in dark pinks on the outside and lighter ones where her
hole was open. Very erotic and mysterious. Jamie watched
as Bill's index finger rubbed lightly at the top of the
valley and Evelyn squirmed in response. That had to be
the clit Jamie had heard so much about.
Bill Summers turned his wife around, presenting her
buttocks to Jamie's seated view. He stepped to Evelyn's
side, reaching his hand down. "Bend over honey." Evelyn
bent at the waist. Jamie was glad she was no longer
facing him. He felt excited but embarrassed with her
being able to see him so interested. It demeaned them
both, really.
Bill bent slightly and place his hand on Evelyn's butt
cheeks. "This is a good view of a hot lady, Jamie," he
explained. He spread her cheeks slightly.
Evelyn's butt was white as snow--it almost glowed it was
so white. A smattering of tiny imperfections, moles and
red marks. Some more of those little stretch marks on
her ass and down to where her thighs met her backside.
Her butt was small and flat when she had been standing.
Again, no muscle tone to those two cheeks--they had been
small but loose and tiniest bit saggy. But when she bent
over, they had rounded beautifully into the tight,
creamy cheeks her husband was examining now. "From the
back--and it's always been one of my favorite views--you
can see Evelyn's pussy open. And her butthole, too. Two
holes, top over bottom, waiting for a lucky man to get
in line and pick one."
Jamie looked at Evelyn's vagina, gaping slightly now.
The light brown anus presented for his approval.
"I had Evelyn in the butt this morning," Bill said
fondly. "It's tighter back there, Jamie, and I love it.
My nuts bumping against these soft cheeks. Buried up
there. It's as good as it gets." Jamie tried to imagine
how his penis would feel inside such a forbidden little
aperture. Best now to think about it, he realized. His
cock was surging in his pants, close to exploding
without even being touched. Up the butt, he mused. Wow.
"Okay, honey, you can stand up now. You've been a great
sport about showing Jamie what you've got," Bill
murmured as he took his wife into his arms and kissed
her. Jamie tried not to stare up as the big old guy took
bent slightly to kiss his demure wife. Somehow the kiss
was more intimate that the show had been. Evelyn hugged
her husband, her naked backside presented to Jamie. He
stared at it, imagining what it would feel like to
clamber onto this woman and stick it to her. His cock
surged insistently inside his underwear, threatening to
shoot off in front of these nice people.
"Son, the little show I just gave you is part of a
little exposure thing we've been playing with the last
few months. I don't want you to get the idea that Evelyn
is loose or is anything less than a true lady.
Understand? This is just another aspect of her that
we're exploring right now."
"I understand, sir. She's...beautiful, sir," Jamie said
hurriedly.
Mr. Summers looked directly at his face as he posed the
question. "Then you wouldn't think anything less of
Evelyn if she was to fellate you? You, a seventeen year
old? Younger than her youngest child? Her at fifty-two
years of age?"
Jamie was stunned. His cock jumped threateningly in his
pants. He wanted to say, 'I'd like that', but he was
tongue-tied. "I...uh...I'd...," he attempted before
falling horribly and stupidly silent. And he was pretty
sure 'fellate' meant a blowjob. Like maybe it was
related to 'fellatio', which he was reasonably sure
meant a blowjob. Ah fuck, I hope I'm not blowing this,
he thought bleakly. The old guy was still waiting on a
complete sentence and Evelyn had turned on him. Her face
was tense and she was trying to read his eyes as her
husband held her lightly around her waist. Was she
hopeful? Fearful of getting turned down? Jamie swallowed
hard. Got to say something, he realized. Anything.
"I...I'd would appreciate it, ma'am," he whispered. His
voice was hoarse and weird sounding in his own ears.
"I'd consider it an honor." If he ever told this story
to any living person he would have to omit this part
entirely. An honor? Sweet Jesus! And though he knew how
hopeless he sounded, he watched as Bill Summers and his
wife exchanged small smiles with each other.
"An honor? High praise indeed," he laughed, hugely.
"Evelyn has never done this before. I've got to tell
you, son. She was afraid she was a little too old to
raise your flagpole, boy. I told her it wouldn't be a
problem but she worried just the same."
And then the worst moment of Jamie's life happened. The
pretty lady, her face wreathed in her pretty little
smile had glanced down at Jamie's lap when her husband
had mentioned "flagpole." And Jamie felt her eyes
lingering on his crotch and damn it if he hadn't felt a
hot upwelling in his balls. He started shooting his load
right there in his pants. He grunted involuntarily and
bucked his hips slightly as he jettisoned his load.
Right in front of these people. And they knew it.
Evelyn first, her face a study in confusion as she
watched him move and make sounds. Then understanding and
compassion in her eyes and she almost started forward to
comfort him. Mr. Summers, staring at him grunting and
bucking like that, and then looking to his wife's face.
And finally getting the hint from her. And looking at
Jamie, baffled and uncertain.
Jamie's face felt hot and his ears burned with shame as
the tremors in his groin subsided slowly. His whole
groin felt sticky and wet and it was only a matter of
time before the stain soaked through his black pants. He
wanted to curl up and die in shame. His inexperienced
cock had betrayed him horribly in front of the first
female who ever expressed an interest in him. He cast
about for anything to say. The party was over and it was
time to beat a sticky retreat.
Jamie stood up quickly, wanting nothing more than to tug
his pants away from the mess in his crotch. He tried to
look sincerely at their faces, but failed miserably.
"I...I'm sorry. I don't think this...I ought to
go...nice ma'am...I appreciate...but...no," he
stammered.
Evelyn's beautiful face held the slightest motherly
smile. Jamie watched her small breasts jiggle as she
reached out and brushed his arm with her hand. "Please
don't," she said simply. Jamie stopped, electrified by
the touch of this woman. What lucky boys she must have
reared, he thought. He could have watched this woman all
day.
"I...uh...thanks, but I really should..."
"You really should stay. Please stay and receive your
reward. I'm starting to think I owe you more now than
when you first walked in. That was an incredible ego
boost to me, Jamie. I had no idea..."
Bill Summers stirred himself. "The little lady is right,
Jamie. I'll tell you. These things happen to all young
men. When Evelyn and I first started dating--back in the
mid-sixties this was--things like this tended to happen.
Back then the best a young man like myself could expect
from a good girl like Evelyn was a hand job. And even
then, only after quite a few dates. Anyway, I had been
dating Evelyn steady for several months and we were out
one night parked to see the submarine races. And it was
time, we both knew, for Evelyn to ease my tensions so to
speak. Well, to make a long story short, Evelyn never
even touched me before I...came off. In my pants. I took
her home pretty quick, let me tell you. We both knew
what had happened, but we didn't discuss it until years
after we were married. So, I know how you must feel, but
I'm telling you that Evelyn and I want you to stay
awhile longer. If you can find the courage to stay, I
believe that Evelyn will put her mothering h at on and
make it all better. So what do you say son?" he boomed
out heartily, finishing on a high note.
Jamie had flashed quick glances at the man and his
pretty little wife while the old guy told his story. But
he felt that the old guy was being honest. And he liked
the idea of being mothered by Evelyn. She seemed
genuinely sympathetic and definitely appealing. "What do
you want me to do?"
The couple both relaxed. "Let's you and I sit down at
the dining table and have a bite. Evelyn will do all the
rest. Right, Ev?"
"Right," she answered firmly, in her no nonsense
mother's voice; reaching out and taking Jamie's hand.
She led him the short distance to the table and Jamie
tried not to glance over at her tits as they walked. She
sat him down at one end of the table. Bill sat down at
the other end. Then Evelyn commenced serving them the
dinner that Jamie had carted to the room.
She was a whirlwind of naked efficiency, even pouring
out fresh Dom for her boys. Her nipple and part of her
left breast brushed Jamie's shoulder as she reached over
him to put his wine glass down. She was warm. And so
very soft. When Bill gave the signal, they started to
eat.
Evelyn got down on her hands and knees and crawled under
the table. And came to Jamie. He felt her unlace his
shoes and remove them. His socks came next. I'm glad I
took a shower, he thought deliriously. He had goose
bumps from her touch. The food in his mouth was
tasteless and it was all he could do to remember to chew
before he swallowed. Bill was eating his steak with
gusto and off and running on some tangent and Jamie had
to concentrate to hear what he was saying.
".tell you a woman sees herself first as a young wife.
Until the kids come. Then it's first as a Mother. Then
as a wife. Last as a good bedfellow. Not that I'm
complaining mind you. Far from it. My Ev has always been
a great partner. A wonderful mother and a beautiful
wife. Active in the community. I'm just saying that
since the kids have grown and moved away, she's
rediscovering her sexuality, if that's not too blunt.
The last few years have been very happy ones for me.
When she came up with the idea of how to reward you, I
couldn't believe it."
Jamie was surprised. With the way Bill had been running
the show, he had figured that he had suggested the idea
to this delicate woman beneath the table. How exciting
to think that once Evelyn had met him she could have
changed her mind--and she hadn't.
Evelyn's little hands reached up for Jamie's belt and
unfastened it. He longed to lift the damask tablecloth
and look down at her, but he resisted the temptation,
knowing how vulgar that might be. His languid penis
broadcast definite signs of renewal as she tugged his
belt off and unbuttoned his pants.
Then she slid his zipper down with an audible run--even
Bill paused in his orations. Jamie swallowed a mouthful
of unchewed steak, almost choking. Evelyn's hands urged
him to rise a little off his chair. Jamie did so, and Ev
pulled his trousers down, tugging in just the right
places to bring his pants down evenly to his feet. Jamie
raised his feet and his pants left his body. He sat
uncomfortably shy on the oak chair in his semen-stained
underpants. Not knowing what would happen next.
Bill Summers commented. "She's got your trogs down now,
right, son?" Jamie nodded, staring down at the
tablecloth. "Don't worry, Ev will treat you right. If
it's not too indelicate to say, she's always had a thing
for a man's essence--at least mine--and she was a virgin
when I married her--I think you'll enjoy this," he said
grinning like he and Jamie were sharing a private joke
instead of Bill's fifty-two year old wife.
Ev's forearms came up and rested lightly on Jamie's
thighs, her hands reaching behind him preparatory to
lowering her head down onto his underwear. But he had to
ask. "Uh...why...I mean doesn't it bother you?" Jamie
felt Evelyn freeze, listening.
Bill Summers turned serious. "Honestly, Jamie? No it
doesn't. Evelyn and I have been married for almost
thirty years and in that time, no one else has ever
touched her. But I believe that as a woman gets older
she starts to lose confidence in her looks. The media--
magazines--television--everything--focus on younger and
younger women. Younger, fresher flowers. It's
everywhere. So what do you expect she would feel? Old
and undesirable, that's how. Last year's news. A woman
like Evelyn feels like an old faded flower. And that's
not right. Now, I can tell her again and again how
beautiful she looks, but who am I? Just her comfortable,
old, loving husband, that's all. My words have no impact
because I've been telling her how beautiful she is for
years now. She needs a boost for her self-esteem. All
women do."
"And that's where I come in, sir?"
Bill Summers nodded wisely. "Exactly. Evelyn and I
planned for this to happen. To see if she appealed to a
young man like yourself. I knew the value of the gift
she offered, but she still had doubts she could appeal
to you. She has lost all doubt now and wants to thank
you. So just sit back and enjoy," he finished solemnly.
Jamie pondered for a moment. It made sense. Except for
one thing. "But why go through with it? I...she appealed
to me right away," he blushed again, "so why go through
with...this part? Why not just have her come out of the
bedroom in a negligee or something and when I eyed her,
just send me away? I mean, that would prove she is still
attractive."
The old guy smiled a rueful smile. "A very good
question, son. And I guess I just have to chalk it up to
simple pride. I'm just proud of my wife as a lover and
want someone else to notice her abilities. Pride is more
powerful than jealousy. So I'm not possessive or jealous
over what she wants to do. Because I want her to do it
too. We will be pretty randy for each other when you're
gone."
Jamie felt the pretty lady under the table go back into
motion. Her hands pulled lightly at his bottom and she
lowered her face into his crotch and sniffed him deeply.
Again and again. Jamie's cock went rigid just from the
sound of it. He felt her soft lips nipping at the cloth
below his tented penis, nibbling on his wet spots,
taking his underwear into her mouth and removing his
seed. Her breath tickled between his thighs. It was
electric.
She continued, taking her time, moving lower, hoovering
the spend on his testes, mouthing them softly. Jamie
moaned involuntarily and inadvertently met Bill's eyes.
Bill was grinning and Jamie looked away. The fifty-two
year old wife under the table pulled Jamie's hips
forward and Jamie slid himself a few inches down in the
seat. Evelyn's hands tugged insistently at the waistband
of his underpants. Jamie lifted his ass a few inches up
and Evelyn slid his underwear down his legs. Jamie sat
across the table from her husband with a huge boner
rising up from his groin. Covered by a tablecloth.
Listening to the soft sniffing and sucking sounds Evelyn
was making. She was apparently finishing the last good
spots off his underwear.
Jamie felt flushed with excitement, afraid that if she
put her mouth on him now the top of his head would
explode as he shot off into her mouth. Would he be
coming in this lady's mouth?, he wondered.
Then he felt Evelyn lift his left foot. She began to
massage his foot. That felt really good and Jamie
figured it would buy him some time. Give his member a
chance to calm down. Until she put his big toe into her
mouth and started sucking gently as she massaged him.
Oh, man, this was too much.
"The foot thing?" Bill Summers asked knowingly. Jamie
nodded feebly, then sank back in his chair and closed
his eyes. Ah, fuck that felt good. Evelyn dropped the
right foot gently and repeated the process with his
right foot. Jamie just went with the sensations. At
length, the lady dropped his foot and surged up Jamie's
legs. She tugged at his backside with both little hands
until Jamie slid himself down in the chair. He was
resting on his tailbone. That's how far forward Evelyn
wanted him. Her hand grasped his rigid penis tightly and
she stroked him a few times.
Jamie groaned again. He felt her hand leave him and she
pushed lightly but insistently on the inside of his left
leg. Jamie didn't know what she wanted until she pushed
his leg out from under the table and pushed slightly up.
Then he guessed. She wanted his legs out from under the
table. She wanted them up on the table itself. Both legs
on the table riding the edge of the chair with his
tailbone to give her free access to his equipment.
Okay, he could do that, he thought excitedly. These
older woman sure know what they want. He resat himself
down in the chair and brought his left leg out from
under the table and the damn tablecloth. He raised his
leg, sorry he was letting Bill see him with a naked leg,
and planted his foot on the table. Then he shifted his
balance and brought his right leg out from under the
table and perched it precariously on the right side of
the table. Using his arms for leverage he moved his butt
forward on the chair until he was spread wide open for
the waiting Evelyn. One of her hands fluttered up from
under the table, waving distractedly at the tablecloth.
Jamie grabbed the sides and tossed the end of the
tablecloth onto his dinner plate and looked down.
Evelyn's green eyes smoldered on his for a moment and
then she dove down on him, her hands tucked under his
thighs. She enveloped him in her mouth.
Jamie couldn't believe how warm this lady's mouth was.
If we're both at 98.6 degrees, how could it feel so much
warmer in there?, he wondered as he peered down at the
top of her head. Evelyn's mouth moved lower and lower,
taking more and more of Jamie's excited shaft. Until her
nose pressed against his pubis. Jamie groaned at the
sensation. He chanced a glance at her husband. Bill
Summers had quieted now, his look intense and serious.
As Jamie watched, Bill's right hand left the table and
wandered off. Jamie closed his eyes again.
Evelyn held him captive in her mouth, motionless except
for her tongue which swished against the underside of
the head of Jamie's cock. The feeling was sensational
and Jamie felt like he wouldn't last much longer like
that. Even after the accident inside his pants, he was
horny as a goat. Which was unusual because normally when
he beat off, he was good for the rest of the day. And
since he had flogged his dolphin that very morning in
the shower, he was surprised how nice the mouth of a
good woman could be. It surpassed his wildest dreams.
Evelyn Summers pulled off Jamie's bone and started to
slowly stroke his wet cock with one hand while she used
the other hand to lift his nuts off the chair. She
licked each in turn before engulfing his left nut gently
into her mouth and sucking on it. Jamie's thighs went
rigid and he felt his toes curling. Sucking my balls.
She's sucking my balls!, his mind screamed. Damn this
guy is lucky. I love this woman, he thought helplessly.
Evelyn nibbled her way back up Jamie's shaft. She used
the fingernails on her right hand to scratch lightly at
Jamie's sack as she bent his member slightly down and
took him back into her wet mouth. And as Jamie watched
breathlessly, her head turned slightly up and her pretty
blue eyes looked happily up at him as she sucked up and
down on him. Jamie was suddenly aware of the contortions
his face was going through and he tried to relax his
face so that he didn't look like a freak. Jamie wondered
how long he was expected to last. How long had it been?
Five minutes? Six? He guessed it really didn't matter
because he was in the home stretch and there was no way
to turn back. Her fingernails were scratching
delightfully over his tightly drawn balls and Jamie felt
the sap rising. Should he give some type of signal? Or
just explode in her mouth. Not knowing the etiquette of
such situations Jamie hoped she wouldn't mind a
mouthful. Because it was time.
Jamie's ass came of the chair and he moaned helplessly
as his cock spit. A long spurt of semen left him and he
watched Evelyn's eyes widen when she felt the different
taste. She took her head off his penis and stroked him
hard. His cock was jutting straight up and his next
spurts leapt two feet in the air and landed down on his
belly and thighs. A little bit landed on Evelyn's nose.
She stroked his manhood until his spurts subsided into
an oozing which ran down the bridge between her fingers
and thumb. She seemed transfixed; a small smile as she
looked up into his face.
Jamie felt his whole sense of feeling was in his cock
and balls as she milked him. Her other hand had never
left off scratching his testes. Jamie grunted and bucked
when he was finished and the continued stroking started
to tickle his sensitive wang. Evelyn took that as a sign
to stop and she took her left hand off him. She
purposely looked up at Jamie as she brought her hand up
to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and licked Jamie's
spunk off the webbing of her hand. Transferred it to her
mouth. Her tongue came out clean and licked for more.
Jamie watched, stunned. "Fuck," he whispered in awe of
this woman. Evelyn smiled, her teeth seemed to glisten
with Jamie's emission. And then her head dove down and
she kissed and licked his stomach, transferring his
spilled goo into her stomach. Up and down his stomach,
down on his thighs, all over his balls; finally taking
his spent member into her mouth and cleaning him.
Then it was over, and Evelyn looked up fondly at him
from between his legs. Jamie sat with his legs still
spread atop the table. It was slightly uncomfortable
now. Evelyn receded back beneath the table. Her
posterior came into view and she wagged it enticingly at
him before she moved away. Jamie slid one foot off the
table and then the other. Bill, at the other end of the
table, motioned to Jamie. Bill had one hand under the
table and from his motions Jamie knew the old guy was
masturbating.
"Hon, come over here, please. It's been too much for me
and I just gotta..."
Evelyn came out from under the table and crawled lightly
over to her husband. He turned his chair sideways to the
table; his robe up around his waist. He motioned to
Jamie to come over to his side of the table. Jamie got
up stiffly and moved a few feet closer to Bill's side of
the table. The old guy was flogging one very large angry
penis. That damn thing had to be nine inches long and
three around. It was a colossus, far larger than Jamie's
own. It didn't stick straight up. It tended to go
horizontal whenever the big guy let loose of it, but
damn it was big.
His wife, Ev, crawled over to him. Jamie again had a
free visual of her butt as she went to him. He could see
her tiny brown anus and the larger vertical slit of her
vagina. Her pussy gaped open showing a multitude of reds
and wet pinks. She stopped when she got near her husband
and rose up onto her knees. Bill jumped out of his chair
and stood against her, flogging himself raggedly. He was
grunting and red in the face.
With a groan, he squirted cum onto his wife's neck and
collarbones. Just a few tiny squirts, the rest oozed out
and fell onto her. Evelyn moaned and held herself close
to her man while he shot his load onto her. He was done
soon enough and Ev grabbed his member and sucked it into
her mouth for a cleaning while Bill stood there
recovering. He finally opened his eyes and winked at
Jamie.
"Your newer fire truck pumps more water than my old one
does, but I got a bigger pump eh, Jamie?" Bill laughed.
Jamie nodded. "It don't mean nothing, son. I got
"augmented" several years ago. They added about two
inches in length and put a plastic sleeve or something
in to make me wider. If you ever get a chance, I'd
recommend that operation. It's good for the male ego."
He laughed again in a friendly fashion before dropping
his robe. Ev pulled off him and stood up gingerly. Now
that the activities were over, she seemed nervous about
standing there naked. She went straight for her own robe
and put it on. Once covered, she flashed Jamie her
beautiful smile. Jamie absolutely loved the woman.
He suddenly remembered he was still naked and he made
his way over to his side of the table and started to
dress. He held his stained underpants in one hand,
wondering if he should put them back on or just fold
them up and put them in his pocket. Evelyn came over and
touched him on the shoulder. He started, and looked
around wildly.
"I wouldn't mind trading if you wouldn't. A souvenir, if
you know what I mean," Evelyn stated quietly. She held
the black pair of panties she had originally worn. Jamie
held his damp, stained underwear in his hands. He
decided the trade would be a good one and handed his
underwear over. Ev gave him her underwear with one of
her sweet little smiles. "I was pretty wet, thinking
about what was going to happen. They might be a little
musky," she whispered shyly.
Jamie stared, before he remembered his manners. "I hope
that they are, Mrs. Summers."
"Evelyn."
"Evelyn," Jamie croaked. He loved everything about her.
She walked off to the bedroom. Jamie's eyes followed her
with adoration every step of the way. Then he got
dressed with a sigh. The pants without any underwear.
Her panties folded and tucked inside his back pocket. He
couldn't wait to pull them out later and smell them.
Shirt, socks, shoes, jacket and then he was reassembled;
the perfect young roomie.
Bill Summers surveyed him. "You got a different look
about you, boy. You're starting to look like a man."
"Yes, sir. That was really something."
"You're exactly right, son. It really was something,"
Bill agreed amiably.
Jamie gathered up the dishes and stemware and placed
them on his cart and got ready to leave. He didn't know
if he should make his exit now or wait until Evelyn came
out of the bedroom. When he heard the shower in the
bathroom start, he knew, regrettably, that it was time
to leave.
"Mr. Summers, I'd like to thank you and Evelyn for a
wonderful reward. It was...valuable. Thanks," Jamie
blurted, uncertain how such things should be said.
"I didn't expect the missus to be around when you left,
so I'll speak for the both of us," Bill Summers said
back at his original position at the desk. "You and
Evelyn got along great together. I think you made her
feel sexy and desirable again. And I think she gave you
something you'll remember for awhile. So everyone's
even. We wish you the best. You don't want any money--a
monetary reward--do you, Jamie?" Bill said slyly. Jamie
was horrified.
"Oh no, sir."
"Why not, Jamie?"
"I...because I already got paid. In the best way. Under
the table." And thrilled from having delivered his best
line of the day, Jamie Stairs retired victoriously from
the fray.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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