Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental
CHAPTER 16
“COME IN, COME in.” Mary greeted them, dressed in a cover up. Anything beneath it? Probably not. Igor waved at them from the couch. He already had the baseball game going, beer in hand. He was dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, showing off his arms. Well Brad had big arms too, maybe even bigger shoulders, although his muscles were smoother, built from swimming and skiing. But Brad didn’t own a tank top. He was wearing a tee shirt, his jogging shorts, sandals which he detested and slipped off as soon as they got inside. Jane had on a sundress, nothing beneath it. Just from the walk from the parking lot to the condo they were both sweating. The blast of air conditioning as they entered the condo was enough to make them shiver. Cold, it was too cold for how they were dressed. But the thermostat on the wall over the couch read eighty two. It was only cool by comparison.
“Have a beer?” Igor offered Brad one and a place next to him on the couch. Through the archway, the dining and kitchen area, the table set for five. “Cindy should be here right away.”
Brad sat down on the couch and it was awkward, all that bare Igor flesh next to him. Which was strange, because hadn’t they been sitting together with even less on over at the lake? The couch was not all that big, and they kept sliding together in the middle, bare legs touching. Awkward, it was awkward. What were they supposed to talk about? Baseball? “We’re watching the Mets?”
“Yankees do nothing this year. Mets maybe.”
“Could be.” Oh well, baseball was baseball. Brad realized he had hardly turned on the TV the whole trip. That one night to watch the porn tape. That thought and Igor’s bare leg were enough to start giving him a problem Ann had teased him about. Flimsy little shorts, with nothing underneath.
Cindy came bursting into the room. She looked like she had run over from the parking lot, panting a little, glistening. She was still wearing the red one piece bathing suit and the white lifeguard tee shirt. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Dinner is ready.” Mary came out to glare at her daughter.
“I need to rinse off.”
“Rinse off after dinner. You can sit on a towel.”
That drew a return glare from the daughter and a sigh. “Okay. I need to wash my hands at least.”
They went into the dining room. Ladies on one side, guys on the other, Cindy at the end away from the kitchen. “You guys going to stick with the beer? We have wine for the ladies. What about you Cindy?”
“Beer.” She took a bottle, twisted off the cap, guzzled it. “I am so thirsty. You wouldn’t believe how zoo like it got after you left. I was supposed to get out at four but we were just so busy. And the tempers?” She gave a sigh.
“Must be the heat.”
“Supposed to break tonight.” As if on cue, there was a rumble of thunder. “Hopefully we won’t lose power. If the AC goes, this place turns into an oven. All the pavement around it.”
It actually was not that cool even with the AC running. Cindy shrugged off the tee shirt and put it behind her on the chair. Okay, Brad had seen her running around the lake in a tiny two piece for how many years? So why was it disturbing to have her sitting there in a much more modest one piece bathing suit? Except of course that she had her legs up on the chair, and the suit was barely covering the space between them.
The ladies came out with dinner – steak grilled on the deck, salad, French bread. And more beer. Dinner was very brief, not even ten minutes, with very little conversation. The salad was gone, the steak was gone, the bread was gone.
“That was really good,” Brad said.
“Why don’t you guys go back out in the living room while we clean up?”
“I’m going to rinse off now.” Cindy got up. She had been eating with as much urgency as any of the others. “God, we demolished that. Sorry Mom.”
“Sorry? Why?”
“Oh I don’t know. All that work, we should have like savored it. Maybe.”
“We’ll have dessert later.”
“Okay. I’m going to rinse off now.” Her mother came over and whispered something in her ear, something that made her smile, before she went upstairs.
Later? After she rinsed off? Brad was totally confused now as to how the evening was supposed to progress. Well, not his call. The ladies were in charge. Presumably nothing would happen until Cindy was off on her date.
“Do you have any clue what we’re doing now?” He asked that of Igor as they resumed their seats in front of the television.
“Mary says do what I’m told.”
“That’s about what I got out of Jane.”
More awkwardness. It didn’t help that Igor’s hand was on Brad’s leg. Okay, Brad thought, let’s get it over with. He took the hand and moved it under his shorts. At that moment, Cindy came back down the steps. Naked.
“Oh, you guys are starting without me?” Brad’s erection had popped right out of the little shorts, with Igor idly stroking it. “Let me help.”
“I thought you had a date tonight.”
“Not for another hour.”
She came closer, starting to kneel, but Brad pulled her to her feet, close enough that he could kiss her breasts, small, perfect globes. Her body was white, except for limbs and shoulders reddened by the sun, her pubic hair jet dark like the hair on her head, not dry yet, hanging straight without a sign of curls. She was the same size as his second serious girl friend—the student—same build almost, although maybe Cindy was in a tad better shape, her belly taut, thighs firm, butt almost too small for his taste. He slid his finger around that butt and pulled her closer, up towards his lap.
“Take your shorts off.” She was pulling up his tee shirt. Well, how was he supposed to get his shorts off if his arms were up over his head? Igor lent a hand, guided him in as she straddled him. Creepy, that was creepy. Oh God, how long had it been since he had done it with someone that tiny? But just like Nan, her pussy was full size, taking him all the way. And just like Nan, she was coming, almost right away. How much work was it to get Jane to climax? So hard she didn’t even have the patience half the time. And Nan had been instant, the only question being how many times she would come before Brad made it.
Igor had taken off his clothes, and was standing in front of them, blocking the television just as the Mets had loaded the bases. He was standing there looking at them, stroking himself into full arousal. Which was not all that impressive. No matter how much muscle he put on, he was still going to be wimpy in that department. He came forward more and his cock was sliding along Brad’s working its way into Cindy’s little pussy, one cock on top of the other, balls pressed together. How could she be doing that? She had already been coming, but now she was coming harder. Brad didn’t know if he was coming or not. He had been pumping fluid into her ever since they started, and the pressure of that other cock was milking him all the more. But there was no release, just the urgency to keep doing it, to climb even higher. Then the other cock was sliding up along her butt, finding a purchase in her second opening. Apparently Igor had only been looking for a source of lubrication. But he had sent the other two into a frenzy in the process.
“Oh my God! I’ve never done that,” Cindy gasped. Done what? Anal? Or double penetration? “Oh God, it hurts! Do Brad instead.”
Do Brad? Igor was going to do as he was told. Even if it was by Cindy. He pulled Brad off the couch a little, more onto his back, and pulled his legs up. “Hold these.” That was a request directed to Cindy. Then sure enough, he was sliding into Brad’s butt. Without much commotion. He was a lot smaller than the dildo Jane had been using.
“Oh my God, I want to see.” Cindy lifted herself up on her hands and somehow managed to turn around. But when she tried to settle back down, Brad shifted a little so that he was poking into the hole that Igor had just vacated, still gaping a bit. He was so slick from Cindy’s arousal and his own juices that he went right in.
“Shit, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Cindy tried to extricate herself, but Brad held her in place. Tiny, she was tiny, a spitfire maybe but no match for his size and strength. “You’re hurting me. You are fucking hurting me!”
“Give it a minute. Pay attention to what Igor is doing. Isn’t that what you were so eager to see? Rub her pussy, Igor.”
“Yes, it so lovely, so wide open like a flower.”
“Fuck you. Fucking fuck you. Jesus I always thought you were so fucking nice, so fucking respectable. Shit. Okay maybe you’re right. Maybe it is hurting less. Shit.”
She started to move a little, not trying to escape from Brad, but pushing up so that he could push her back down. At a faster and faster tempo. Igor all the time was fucking Brad, and playing with her pussy or slapping her breasts. Had she ever stopped coming? Brad was on fire, everything glowing, fluid streaming out of her butt, his fluid most likely.
“Oh my. I guess we’re a little late.” The ladies had walked in, dressed only in strap-on dildos, carrying little whips. “Cindy dear, this isn’t exactly what we were talking about. Spit roast, remember?”
“They never gave me a fucking chance. Jesus.” Cindy slugged Brad in the balls and scrambled off of him, moving on to the carpet on all fours. “Wait. They’ve both been up my ass and Igor has been up Brad’s ass. There’s no way they are going into my mouth. Or pussy.”
“You’ve been bad boys.” Mary snapped her whip on Igor’s butt, on Brad’s balls. “You need to clean each other up.”
“S’ udivolstium” Igor had no qualms about licking Brad. Then he stood up, expecting Brad to do the same. Okay, he’d been playing nasty games with Jane the night before. How much worse was this? Was it all his own taste, or was there a trace of Cindy? Hard to tell.
“Very good. Very obedient. Now Brad go in front of Cindy, Igor behind her.”
“In my pussy.”
“Okay. Shall we whip them a little first, get them warmed up?”
“Why not?”
Mary went behind Brad, Jane behind Igor.
“Now boys, here are the rules. We keep going until we’ve landed five strokes on your balls. Both of you. So if one of you resists, it’s going to keep going for both of you. So spread your legs nicely, don’t flinch.”
The first stroke for Brad was too high, getting his asshole but not his balls. The second was right on target, catching the very back of his balls, the place that was the most sensitive. The third one was lower down, but it caught Cindy’s chin.
“Fuck this!” She pulled away from him. “That’s fucking twice I’ve gotten it. Once in the chin, once in the butt. Am I bleeding?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Fuck that. I’m out of here.”
“Wait. No more whips. We’ll go on to the dildos.”
“Okay.” With that Cindy resumed her role, and the two ladies squatted over the butts of the guys, working the dildos in. They were just starting to get into it when the doorbell rang.
“Jesus! It’s eight thirty!” Cindy scrambled to her feet, opened the door enough to poke her head through. “I’ll meet you in the car! Two minutes!” She ran upstairs and back down in a sundress and sandals, clutching her purse. Had she bothered to clean up? Or put on anything under the dress?
“That is going to be one hell of a date,” Brad said.
“Either that or she won’t let the guy anywhere near her,” Mary said. That provoked a giggle from Jane.
CHAPTER 17
“SO HOW WAS your weekend?” Ann had come into his office, closed the door. He could see her reflection in the window. It was dark outside, cool and gloomy, although the rain had stopped, at least for the moment.
“It was okay. We went over to the lake Saturday. It was really crowded.”
“We had to go up to Boston to a wedding. It was so hot. Now I’m shivering.” Ann was back in one of her suits, jacket still on. “Not used to this.”
She plopped down in one of his guest chairs. He turned away from his computer to face her across the desk. “What happened to your knee?”
“It’s a long story. It was one of my cousins getting married and I was a bridesmaid and she’s a professional dancer and most of the other bridesmaids were her friends. Other dancers. So they had us doing this stupid dance thing and her sister tripped me.”
“On purpose?”
“Of course not! She was really, really drunk. We were all pretty smashed but her in particular because she’s just out of high school and very sheltered. Catholic school girl.”
“Oh.”
Ann sat there for a moment, rubbing her sore knee, bruised beneath the scab, lifting her leg up a little to stretch it out.
“Nice panties.”
“Fuck you. I should have had some on at the wedding. Well, it was so fucking hot, and the bridesmaid dresses were cut so any underwear was going to show and Chrissie – that’s the cousin who got married said she didn’t want that. I think we were supposed to wear leotards but I swear we were sweating so much those were turning transparent. So I didn’t bother. I would have been fine if I hadn’t tripped.”
“Sounds bad.”
“It is bad. So did you do your little orgy Saturday night?”
“Yep.”
“Was it as disgusting as you thought it was going to be? Fat middle aged people?”
“Not really. Mary and Jane have been working out. They both looked great. And her boyfriend must be about your age. Fitness nut.”
“Nice butt?”
“I guess.” Brad wasn’t going to admit how much he’d enjoyed fucking that tight little butt, especially when Mary had stuck her dildo up his. How much he’d enjoyed grabbing Igor’s erection, jacking him off. Fucking in rhythm with his hand, so it was almost as if he was masturbating, as Mary was probing him with the dildo, in the same rhythm, all the sensations merging into an endless climax.
“Mary’s daughter made a cameo appearance,” Brad added.
“Her daughter? How old?” Ann was picturing a little girl.
“Maybe nineteen? College student. It was strange. I’ve known her since she was a little girl diving off the float and getting in the way. Then she was a lifeguard. She joined us for about twenty minutes and then she went out on a date.”
“Really? How did that go?”
“I don’t know. It was rainy yesterday so we didn’t go over to the lake..”
“What about your wife?”
“Oh, she had a good time. How about you and Evan?”
“I did some really dumb things. I think I’m in trouble.”
“Why?”
“Well first of all we were supposed to do this stupid dance, with arabesques. Know what that is?”
“Not a clue.”
“Like this.” Ann got up and demonstrated, turning her back to the desk to make sure that Brad got the full effect. “Which is one thing if you’re up on stage, but no we were supposed to do them in the center aisle. I mean, no matter which way you turn someone is getting an eyeful. So the guy who came up with this got an inspiration that if we stood back to back then we’d cover each other up. Well, at most there might be a hint, you know? Which was fine, until we realized there were people out there with cameras recording. They were going to be able to go through frame by frame. I mean these are my uncles. Bunch of dirty old men. And then I went sprawling, with the cameras rolling. So now my pussy is part of the family lore. There’s no way I can get married this year.”
“You don’t have to have a big wedding.”
“My mother would be heartbroken. She already is. She’s telling me that if I want to be that way maybe I should move out.”
“She knows what happened last week.”
“Not everything. Enough. She found the photos from the Bayou. Evan saw them too. Which is okay. I was going to tell him everything, every gory detail, but I never got a chance. He’s really angry now.”
“Because of what you did last week?”
“Because of what happened at the wedding. After the wedding.”
“You aren’t talking about tripping.” Somehow, sitting on the other side of that desk, Brad was back to being the manager, counselor, mentor. The role that he had always played in their relationship. Until she had messed things up.
“Worse than that. The girl who tripped me, Ginger ...”
“The Catholic schoolgirl.”
“Well, I got her to do a lot of nasty things with Evan.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a long story. It made sense at the time, probably because we were all really loaded. But the upshot is they were in our suite on the sofa having anal sex when my mother came knocking trying to get in. And Evan is just mortified, so embarrassed. He says he doesn’t know what’s come over me. I guess I don’t either. He wouldn’t sleep with me that night. He barely said a word on the ride home. He says he needs some space.”
She started to cry, and he went around the desk to give her a hug. Which turned into a kiss. Which he broke off. “I don’t think doing it on the desk would be a good idea.”
“It seems perfectly fine to me. God, what is the matter with me? What are the rules now, anyway?”
“Jane isn’t willing to break off with Mary. The two of them are having too much fun. In fact, we’re going back for dinner next weekend.”
“Oh.”
“So maybe some day when it’s nicer you could bring in some running stuff and we’ll go up to the lake?”
“Or we could go out for a nice long lunch this afternoon.”
“Maybe.”
“I love you.” She left the office without waiting for a reply.