Chris Simon - A real hot number

Sandi Berns was unbelievably attractive. She had short blond hair and a dark brown tan. Her eyes were deep blue, and she had plump, round figure, with breasts that had to be at least thirty-eight or forty.

"Hi!" she said to me when she answered Gail's door. "You must be Allen."

"And you must be Sandi, right?" I said.

"Yes," she said, framed in the half-open door. "Come in Allen. I've certainly been looking forward to meeting you."

I smiled at her suggestion and slipped past her as I entered the apartment. I stood in the hall while she closed the door.

"Where's Gail?" I asked.

"In here!" I heard Gail call out. "In the kitchen."

"Good morning," I said as I walked into the kitchen. Gail was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. She had a newspaper spread out across the table, and she was reading it as she sipped her coffee. I recognized the paper. It was the sex paper in which I had placed my ad, Stud.

Sandi followed me into the kitchen. She walked across the room and stood behind Gail's chair, reading the paper over Gail's shoulder. Sandi was wearing a loose-fitting blouse and a pair of slacks. From the way her breasts sagged heavily, I knew she wasn't wearing anything under the blouse.

Probably nothing under the slacks, either, I thought to myself.

"How are you this morning?" Gail asked. She looked up from the paper and smiled at me. Her inhibitions from the previous day seem to have dissolved. She was still wearing the same pink bathrobe buttoned to her neck, but she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her face was still attractive, but in a warmer, more natural way.

"Fine," I answered. I sat down and faced the two women. "How are you?" I asked back.

"Wonderful!" Gail responded enthusiastically. "I slept like a log last night. For the first time in years I didn't have to masturbate myself to sleep!"

"I wish I could say that," Sandi echoed.

Gail turned around in her chair and faced her friend. "Don't worry," she said. "After today you can tell Mike to shove his dinky little cock back into Gloria."

The girls laughed, and my cock began to grow hard.

"Mike? Gloria?" I asked.

Gail turned back towards me. "Mike is Sandi's husband," she said.

"Then who's Gloria?"

"His secretary," Sandi said.

"Oh." Sandi was smiling as she told me, as though the idea of her husband's infidelity did not disturb her. I asked her why.

"Look," she began. "Mike and I have been married nearly seven years. For the first few years we really struggled, but now, when he's finally beginning to make it, all of a sudden I'm no longer good enough for him. He's got an ego problem that comes with success."

"So what you're doing," I added, "is getting even with him."

"That," she said, "and planning to enjoy myself."

"Good," I said. "I'm glad. Glad to be of service."

Both women laughed. Gail offered me some coffee or breakfast, but I declined.

"Hey!" I said after a moment. "If you're so satisfied with me, why are you reading Stud? Looking for another lover?"

"Just getting into the mood," Gail confessed. "Some of these stories and articles are pretty raunchy. Women like to be turned on, too, you know."

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"Come here and look," Gail suggested.

I stood beside Gail and looked down at the paper. It was an article about a homosexual, and in it he described the pleasures of cock sucking and ass fucking. For my pleasure, Gail began to read aloud. The article was very descriptive.

"Hhmmm," Gail said, halting her reading for a moment. She turned toward me. "Look at this," she said to Sandi. She reached up and touched my hard-on, and began to caress it through my pants. Her hands were still unfamiliar enough to be exciting, and the idea of what she was doing in front of Sandi proved to be even more exciting. I found myself pressing my cock back against the softness of her hand as she fondled me.

"Allen," Sandi asked. "Is that all you?"

"It sure as hell is," Gail answered. "You can take my word for it."

"You're nicely hung," Sandi said. Her eyes watched almost enviously while Gail manipulated my cock.

"Oh. I'm being selfish," Gail said. She gave my cock a firm squeeze. "Let Sandi have a feel."

"Sure," I agreed. It was what I wanted anyway.

Sandi slid across behind Gail to my side of the chair. Almost self-consciously, she reached across the space between us and she placed her hand on my hard-on. Her fingers were plump and thick, and she caressed me carefully, almost awkwardly. Her touch was exciting, and I pushed my cock towards her hand and pressed myself against her.

"Nice," she said. I could tell she felt somewhat strange and her cheeks colored slightly through her tan. But she had another reaction, too. I watched her nipples grow hard under the material of her blouse. She continued to stroke my cock.

Gail was watching us, for she had slid around in her chair and was facing both of us. Her eyes were on a direct level with Sandi's hand and my cock. Her mouth opened, and I watched her wet her lips with her tongue. Without any self-consciousness she put her own hand up to one of her breasts and began to manipulate it through the material of her robe. She squeezed the tit and rubbed it around and around while she watched Sandi stroke my cock.

"Oh," Gail said softly. "I think I'm getting hot."

"Think?" Sandi said incredulously. "I know I'm hot. My pants are wet."

"Don't ask me." I said, thoroughly enjoying myself. "I'm only a guest here."

The sex paper was forgotten; the two women had the real thing in front of them. Sandi was rapidly losing her feeling of awkwardness, and she was moving her hand up and down my cock with more assurance. She opened her fingers, grasping the tool, and pulled at it through the fabric of my pants. She pressed her hand flat against the length of my cock, silhouetted through the cloth of the pants. Gail continued to rub her breasts and lick her lips.

"I wonder what it looks like?" Sandi said. She slid her hands down and squeezed my balls.

"Take it out and see," Gail suggested.

"All right," she said. Her voice was husky. "I will."

Her fingers fumbled momentarily with the flap of my pants until she grasped the zipper. She began to pull it down slowly, allowing each tooth of the zipper to click loudly as her hand moved. After a moment the zipper was all the way down. My cock was throbbing with excitement, pushing itself away from my body and making my open zipper pull even further.

"Take it out," Gail instructed. Her eyes were open wide and her mouth was wet. She was whispering, and her voice gave an excited urgency to the moment.

Sandi reached her hand into the flap of my zipper and touched my cock. Her fingers went around my width, and she began to caress my erection through the open zipper. She didn't pull it out, but continued to run her fingers feverishly up and down the naked length of my cock.

"Pull it out!" Gail commanded. She was opening the buttons of her robe. She opened it to her waist, and I saw she was naked under it. Her breasts fell out, and her hand went up to one and she began to squeeze it. She ran her tongue over her lips with a motion similar to her fingernail running across her nipple.

"Pull it out!" she said again. There was an urgency in her voice.

Sandi responded to her command, and pulled my cock from my pants. It stood away from my body like a rigid log, and it was pointed right towards Gail's open mouth. My cock was full and swollen, and the ridge of my cockhead was stiff and bright red in color. Sandi continued to run her hand up and down the length of my cock, running her stubby fingers up from the base down to the full head. She repeated the motion again, her fingers savoring the heat of my loins.

"My God," Gail whispered. She pressed her tit against her chest, flattening the orb. "It looks bigger than I remember…"