I’m Rethinking My Aversion to Mall Shopping

Submitted to Allurestorm by Sweet Thanda

What’s a guy to do? Here it is, the weekend, my two days off, and I’m being dragged to the Mall. My spouse, Markey, decided that today was the day she would use the gift card her mother gave her last Christmas, never mind that we are now in October, almost a year later. She said she was concerned that they would apply a charge or cancel the card that was worth Three hundred bucks. Her thought process had her figuring that we should make our way to the food court, grab a chicken sandwich–red meat is a no-no–a diet coke, and maybe share an order of fries. After lunch, watch out Mather’s, here she comes; arms flailing, hands touching, feet being stuffed in god-awful so-called stylish shoes, dressing rooms being dumping grounds for discarded items, and hours passing until the three hundred is exhausted and the card left smoking. I tried to convince her it would be more fun if we stayed home. I offered her the opportunity to pull my pee-pee and if she did, I would wash her nook clean more than once, and darn it, I would even use my own tongue in doing it.  She gave me a strange look, walked to the door and ordered, “Get your ass ready to go! If you don’t, I won’t pull your pee-pee for the next month.” I got ready to go. She always follows through with her threats. I don’t want to be forced to pull my own pecker for a month.

           “What do I do while all that is happening? Usually I stand around grinning at the sales clerks or customers. If I get lucky, I can find a chair occasionally. When I do, that allows me a lap to hold her purse, packages, flyers, and what have you. At least, it makes it comfortable for me to goof around with my i Phone4 and feel productive which is better than standing and grinning. Today wasn’t much different from other times I had been roped into these shopping flurries. I thank goodness that she only does this once or twice a year. I watch other guys with their wives and young children and think about the fact that those poor guys probably have to do this penance every quarter or sooner. Today I wasn’t lucky.

                      I found a spot near the dressing room where I would be out of the way of traffic roaming up and down the aisles. The spot I selected didn’t offer room to sit, but did have a great solid wall to use as a leaning post. I glanced across the top of the racks and saw Markey waving toward me. I waved her over and said, “I’m afraid if I leave my wall someone else will claim it. What?” She grimaced and spouted, “I wanted to have you go with me. Let’s go down to the casual pants department so I can try some on there.” I shook my head and responded, “I don’t want to do that, Markey. I’d have to carry all these bags, find a place, so I’d rather stand here where I’m safe. Just drop by and drop off whatever else you get and I’ll watch over them. Okay?” She finally smiled, put her bag on top of the growing collection, touched my cheek and headed for the upstairs clothing department. I grinned to myself as a reward for escaping that bullet.

                       I was concentrating on the ESPN app and wasn’t paying attention to what was happening around me. I sensed a growing crowd from the chatter going on so I looked up to see what was causing the gathering. In the center aisle, the widest of all, a model was parading around showing off the new seasonal clothing and shoe lines. I observed a few more models standing in the doorway to the dressing rooms. They were decked out in various styles and as I watched, they walked to the center aisle and paraded. When all had done their turns, they lined up in a row–I counted ten total–and allowed the women who were watching to come forward, touch the material, ask questions, and determine the prices of each item. I had no interest and went back to ESPN for the latest college football scores. Remember, this was Saturday during football season and I’m holding up a wall in Mather’s instead of swigging beer and watching a game.

                       The models finally had enough of the crowd and returned to the dressing room to change out of the display duds. I noticed that one by one, they came out, most sloppily dressed in their Saturday worst. What a change from thirty minutes ago. I was changing feet when a gorgeous young woman peeked around the corner and touched my arm. I looked at her and she crooked her index finger and motioned me over. I stuck my head around the corner and said, “Yes. You wanted me for some reason?” She nodded and asked, “The zipper is stuck on these trousers. Everyone else is gone and I can’t undo the pants enough to get them off. Will you try it for me?” I nodded, glanced back at Markey’s purchase resting in the well of the display, and picked them up. I went back to the dressing room entrance; she took me by the arm and led me to a large dressing area, not the normal stalls. She told me that this was used exclusively for clothing shows and wasn’t available to the public. I nodded, dropped the packages into a chair, and pulled another chair over and plopped down. I looked at the zipper, told her to step closer, grabbed the pull and jerked. Nothing. I leaned in closer and could see a thread stuck in the upper teeth of the zipper. I took my penknife out, used the small blade, cut the thread, pulled the zipper up and down once or twice and it shed the residue of the obstruction and the zipper went to the bottom as it should.

                       I leaned back and grinned, she grinned, and then shocked me to the back of the seat by dropping the pants to the floor and stepping out wearing the most miniature of miniature bikini panties I have not only ever seen before, but also never dreamed existed. She picked the pants up from the floor and said, “I’m Ginny. Thanks a lot for doing the zipper,” and she held her hand for me to shake which I found enough sense to take the hand and pump it a few times. “Nice to meet you, too, Ginny. I’m Art. I enjoyed what I saw of the show. You were stunning,” I fibbed. She grinned again and answered, “That’s sweet, Art. Flattery will get you everywhere. Tell me. Is there anything in particular you would like to see me model in a private show for you?” I thought for a minute and laughed when I told her, “It probably isn’t surprising to you, but I would have suggested exactly what you have on now. If that isn’t the sign of a dirty old man, nothing is, “and I laughed again, leaning back in the chair to look up at her reaction.

                       She turned slowly around so that I could drink in her entire body in the almost non-existent underwear. She kept turning and was saying, “I’ll say that you do like what you see don’t you? That would be my best guess. The way I was able to guess that was by watching the crotch of your pants rise when I started turning.” She was right on the mark there because they did rise with the help of my now stiff dick. So stiff, I wouldn’t get up to leave. She touched the top of my head and softly said, “Wait there, Art. I’ll be right back,” and she stepped behind a drape and disappeared. In a few moments, she called from the closed drape, “Close your eyes and I’ll let you see what I’m now modeling for you.” I obeyed her command and closed my eyes, leaned back and waited. I heard nothing happening. I was curious and decided to peek, but I felt a touch on my knee so I remained closed-eyed. I waited and finally she said “Okay, Art. You may open your eyes and observe my outfit.” I opened my eyes and was startled. She stood right in front of my eyes and when I opened them, all I could see was her amber-hued hairy pussy looking back at me. I slowly looked up and there were two gorgeous, perky tits, nipples erect, standing out from her body. Continuing to scroll upwards, I saw her ruby lips smiling down at me.

                       “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted me to model today? The moment I saw you leaning against the wall, I said to myself–There’s a man who knows what he wants, and he wants me naked. I always try to accommodate the desires of my admirers.”

                       Nodding, I returned my eyes to her pussy. Ginny’s pussy was absolutely beautiful. I eyed it very closely and saw a slight glistening of dampness showing through the amber hair. I found my voice and told her, “You shouldn’t shock an old man like that, Ginny. Although I did love the way you did it.” She turned around suddenly, bent over and shoved her ass toward my face. ‘Okay, Art. If your wife bent over like this in front of you, what would your reaction be to it?” When she asked that, I reached, put my hands at the front of her hips, pulled her closer and kissed the crack of her ass, running my tongue up and down. “That’s what I’d do as a start, because that’s what I’ve done before and not only with my wife. When I finished doing that, I’d run my finger through her pussy, and probably I’d lick her clit until she came all over my face. Is that the answer you were looking for, Ginny?”

                        I heard Ginny’s suck in a gasp and her voice falter slight before she answered with, “I just wanted to make sure I give you exactly what you want, Art.” She remained bent over as she backed towards me again. I kissed her soft, smooth ass-cheeks as I ran my hands up the inside of her thigh. I heard her sigh as my hand moved slowly closer to her pussy. “Touch me, Art. Put your hand inside my lips, feel the wetness you caused.” She was pleading with me as she again said, “Please touch me. I need for you to touch me now.” I had my hand resting against her lips. I lightly pulled on one lip, tweaked the hair, and ran my open hand down the full length of the inside of her pussy. At the time I was rubbing her pussy, I told her, “You’re so young. I shouldn’t be doing this, Ginny. I’m fighting it, but I am losing, because you’re so desirable, so delectable, and so fuckable.

                   “But I’m not that young,” she whispered. “I’m a long-term store model that’s trying to satisfy a customer. However, right now, I want that customer to satisfy me. That feels so good on my cunt. Please don’t quit.”  The scent of her damp pussy was overcoming me It was pure, it was clean and it was pulling me in. My brain screamed that I should get up and leave, but it was my second head whose brain was winning the battle. I put my lips to her ass-once again and ran my tongue over her asshole. Ginny groaned loudly and she opened her pussy to my touch. The wetness provided enough lubrication for me to push two fingers deep inside her. I heard her moan and exclaim “Oh, Art yesss, yesss! “That feels so fucking good. Keep it up and don’t slow down”

 I plunged into her, time after time, feeling the heat, the spongy interior and feeling the wetness build. The aroma from her pussy was overpowering. I continued to lick her ass, concentrating on the hole that made her moaning increase. She sighed, then again. “You know exactly what to do, Art. You’re so good to me and for me.” I stuck my tongue in her asshole one last time before I stood and fumbled with my belt, my zipper, and letting my pants and shorts fall to the floor. Ginny looked back at me and asked, “Are you going to fuck me now? Please stick your dick in me, Art. I really want it in me as far as you can get it!” She squealed as I shoved the length of my dick up her pussy.

                  She was as tight as only an inexperienced young pussy could be and I felt as if I were being drawn into a blissful abyss. I also moaned as if I were possessed, which I was, fully captivated by this sweet, warm wet pussy enveloping my dick. I gripped her hips and began pounding my entire length rapidly while she moaned and whimpered. Ginny was gripped almost instantly by a pleasure state that swung between orgasm and ecstasy. She was pleading with me to push my dick harder and deeper in her nether region. I could feel her pussy walls tighten and I moved my thrust upwards and hit her G Spot. At that moment, she began shaking, writhing, bucking, and gasping for breath. Her orgasm was all consuming. I didn’t think it would ever stop. I slowed my thrusting until she calmed down. When she gained control, she pulled away from me, dropped to her knees and took my dick in both hands. She twisted her hands several times before she commenced the up and down jacking movements. I had my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as I anticipated a climax to build.

                             I could feel my balls drawing up and knew I was at the brink. I told her to squeeze hard at the base of my dick to stem my climax. She performed admirably and it eased. When I nodded, she excitedly opened her mouth as my dick approached. Ginny didn’t want to wait for me, and she lunged at my dick. I could feel the head slip past her lips and be slowly sucked into her throat. She gagged slightly, looked up at me, took a deep breath, pressed forward, and continued to deep-throat me repeatedly. I was amazed at the way she handled my dick and the blowjob. I was wishing that Markey were this talented in the oral arts. I could feel my cum start to boil and, without giving her any warning, I began shooting gobs of sticky pearl streams into her mouth and down her throat. This was a little much for her and streams of the sticky substance began to run from the corners of her mouth. It was the best climax I have experienced in several years. I was thankful we were in an isolated, closed dressing room where no one could hear my ecstatic response.

                                 I pulled my dick from her mouth and had her sit in the chair where it all had started. She had a glorious look on her face and I watched as she scooped my cum from her cheeks and licked her fingers clean. I had intended to leave, but felt the urge to spread her legs open wide and lower myself to my knees. I scooted myself forward, took a long moment to examine her perfect pussy and play with the amber hairy. Her pussy was very neat, compact and still glistening with her wetness. It was, quite simply put, a thing of sexual beauty and I slowly leaned forward and kissed it gently. “Oh fuck,” Ginny sighed. “I’ve never had anyone down on me before.” I glanced up and smiled. I tenderly used my tongue and with careful consideration, I licked her from asshole to clit with the fattest, flattest part of my tongue. She squeeked and arched herself into me. Her taste was mild, sweet and aromatic. It was as good as any pussy I had ever had the pleasure of going down on, including Markey. She was going wild. She was – thrashing about on the chair, panting and groaning with all her heart. She had her fingers in my hair, drawing me closer. Her pussy was excreting more wetness that I sucked clean while she shook uncontrollably as she came again before sagging down from the chair to the floor, totally spent and too weak to speak. I flopped in the chair that she had fallen from when she orgasmed. She appeared as an angel in a gentle sleep. Her firm, beautiful tits rising and falling as she relaxed. I checked my watch and knew I was in trouble. I quickly decided I had to leave. I lowered myself and pressed my lips against hers. Her response was gentle and she placed her tongue in my mouth. “My perfect angel,” I whispered as I cupped her tits. “Is there any way I can see you again?”

                                 “You had better well plan on it.” Her smile was that of one who was completely satisfied. “I’ve never cum so much at one time in my life – and I really loved the way you treated me.” I whispered that I would be killed if I didn’t get out of there post haste. “You’re going to make me cum again if you stick around any longer,” she sighed as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I wish I could take you home with me and keep you.” I loved having her body close to me. I loved the affection and I was enjoying the silence. “I know you have to go,” she started. “I need you to know, and to believe me when I say that I’ve never done anything like this ever – not with anyone. When I saw you standing there against the wall, I made up my mind that I wanted you to be the first. I thought, and correctly, as it turns out, that with you, you were different. I felt a strong trusting pull to you.”

                        “I’m very happy that you did.” I smiled. “When can I see you again?” I asked as I salivated over her ass watching her walk toward the clothing rack. I stared at her as she paraded around the room stark naked. Her body was breathtaking, and it took mine as I sucked in and gasped for air. There was a beautiful woman’s body standing before me in all its perfection. I knew I had to have more of her. She returned and handed me a business-type card.  “That’s my address and phone number. Please call me. I know we just had an insane adventure, but I really think there’s a lot more to you and I want to know it all.” I looked at the paper and realized she only lived a couple of blocks away from me. I was still considering the possibilities when she kissed my cheek, dropped to her knees grabbed my soft dick. She started her head toward my dick. I had to bite my tongue when I put my hand on her forehead and told her, “Ginny, I want you to do that again, but I need to leave. She made a sad face and said, “You do want more of that, don’t you? Well, you have my address and my number.” She had a sly smirk on her face when she added, “And more, and more?”

                       When I returned to the wall and leaned back, Markey came speeding toward me and yelled, “Where the hell have you been?” she hissed. “I’ve been by her three times in the last fifteen minutes and you weren’t here. You know how I hate waiting!” I grinned at her and answered, “Yes, Markey, but I had to pee so I went to the men’s room. I thought about trying to get some pussy while I waited, but knew how you hate delays when you’re ready to leave,” I laughed. She winced when I said that so I changed the subject, “Are you ready to go straight home now? I still have time to catch the end of the game.”

Part 2: Another Shopping Saturday at the Mall is DOA

            I rolled out at seven, stretched, scratched the delicate hanging places, and went to the shower. I tossed the lounge pants in the hamper, adjusted the water temp, and took my Saturday morning wake-up shower–three minutes max. Since I didn’t work on Saturday’s, I figured, why waste water when I’ll only be puttering around the house doing nothing worthwhile. I dried and walked naked to the closet in the bedroom. Markey sleepily opened one eye and asked, “Art, what the hell you doing up so early on a weekend sleep-in day?” I turned around, waved my wand at her and answered, “I dreamed you wanted to have an early morning quickie so here I am, ready, willing, and more than able. Are you ready?” She opened both eyes, stared at my dick waving around and spurted, “Get your damn clothes and get out of here. It’s too early to think about jerking around on your uncontrolled sex drive. I’m going back to sleep. It’s been a hard week.” I grinned at her and joked, “Yeah, I know. It’s still hard, but you turned it down.” She rolled over as she answered, “Come back and ask later this month. I’ll check my schedule.”

             Casual dress was the order of the day so that’s what I wrapped myself in before I left the bedroom to scramble some breakfast together. I don’t know why, but for some reason this morning I was starved. I bar-b-cued dinner last night and I had both steak and chicken, baked potato, pinto beans, salad, and topped that with a hot fudge sundae. That was well more than I usually eat and that must have stArted a domino effect of food. I poached two eggs, fried four slices of bacon, prepped two pieces of buttered toast, poured a travel mug of coffee, and because I had a travel mug, I traveled to the den, punched on the TV, fell back in my recliner, and devoured the plate full of breakfast. I took the plate to the kitchen, dumped it in the sink, opened the door, snatched the newspaper from the dewy lawn and went back to my recliner. I turned to the sports TV schedule for the day and my face fell in my lap. Here I have a free Saturday and find that the only game scheduled is one of the biggies of NCAA football–Maine vs. Vermont. That’s one to get excited about, but only if you are half-lit still in the bar, and it was too early for that scene. I finished the paper, tossed it in the recycle bin, went to my jury-rigged home office and fired up the desktop. At times, if there wasn’t anything else to do, I played around with a few of the porn sites, ogling the naked, shaven women, always searching for a few nicely hairy ones to whet my appetite. While I was roaming through the spam filter preparing to delete the accumulated crap, I noticed one with an offer of a free bucket of balls with the purchase of any sized bucket. The old light bulb over my head burned brightly when I read the ad. The driving range was only about a mile from the house, I needed to practice with my new driver and with no game or no pussy, and I had found the perfect solution–playing with balls this Saturday afternoon.

 I tired of untouchable naked pipe dreams and decided to putter around in the shed at the back of the yard. I dumped some dead flowers, refilled a few pots, made a note to buy some new greenery, and examined my old bike. I wheeled it to the driveway, opened the garage door, took my air pump from the trunk and filled the tires to the recommended level. I put the pump back in the trunk, took my new driver, my five wood, my three iron and my wedge from the bag. I left the bike beside the car. I returned to the shed, scrounged around and found my Sunday bag, dropped the clubs in it, and grinned. I am now set for this afternoon. I’ll ride my bike, use the Sunday bag, and get even more exercise pedaling to the driving range, only a short mile away. Believe me, that’s the way I saw it shaping up. I returned through the garage. As I stepped through the door into the kitchen, Markey was in the opposite doorway with her hands on her hips and greeted me by screaming, “What’s with the damned garage door? I finally get a break and a chance to sleep in and it like a machine shop around here. Why don’t you go for a walk or something so that I can sleep?”  I gave her a sheepish look and said, “I’m sorry, hon. I did some potting in the shed and came back through the garage. I wasn’t thinking.” She crossed the room, filled a water glass from the fridge, punched my bicep, and ordered me to find an outlet elsewhere. Before she went back to bed, I yelled down the hall to her, “I’ll go to the driving range. I printed a coupon off the ‘Net for a bargain sale. That’ll get me out of your hair today. No Mall tours today, right?” She stopped, came back, gave me a peck on the cheek and answered, “That’s sweet, no Malls for awhile, take your time and hit ’em straight. When I get up, I’ll call Alana and if she’s agreeable, I’ll head to her place. Call me when you get home and I’ll know more then.” I nodded and smiled. Alana is her sister, a beautiful, neat, lovely bitch and I mean that in a good way.

             I checked my wallet, saw that I still had Ginny’s number and address cleverly folded and hidden in the secret pocket of my Buck Rogers wallet. I crossed my fingers, opened the garage door, jumped on the bike, positioned the clubs, and stArted down the alley and on to the driving range. About halfway there I either realized that I am too damn old to pedal a bike after three years or was so out of shape, it was outrageous. I made it, but without much piss and vinegar left in me. I locked the bike to a tree, sat the clubs in the holder, went in and bought the bargain two buckets. I found a nice empty tee area and steeled myself, ready for three-hundred-yard drives from the head of my driver. I got the three right, but it was more like three yards on my first swing. I was disappointed when I realized that earlier this morning I probably could’ve hit it fArther with the head of my dick. I struggled through two-thirds of the balls before I had to give up. I gave the remaining balls to a young, energetic kid next to me and gritted my teeth for hating him and his youth. I unchained my bike; put the clubs back in position and slowly pedaled away. I can tell you in all honesty, my legs, especially the calves were in enormous pain, my ass was bitingly sore from the bike seat, and now my arms were bawling from the pain of swinging the club. I made a note to myself– never stArt with two buckets after a year’s layoff. My body is suddenly older than I am and rebels at all I do now. My legs were killing me and I pulled in a strip mall to rest. I was standing by the bike and noticed that toward the back was a Denny’s. I knew it was past my normal lunchtime so I walked the bike over, chained it to a newspaper box and went in for a rest hoping for some eating pleasure. My goal was an easing of the pain enveloping my body and my soul and in the past, filling my belly usually provided the .pain killer.

             I ordered a Panini of ham, turkey, and cheese with a side of sliced tomatoes and a diet Pepsi–they don’t have coke. I was relaxing somewhat while I slowly consumed the surprisingly good sandwich. The tomatoes were gone as I found them perfectly ripe and tasty so I disposed of them prior to starting the Panini. I had taken a bite when I was gripped with a pair of hands from behind and around my eyes, blocking my view. I reached up and felt the hands, knew they were a woman’s hands, but had no idea whose they were or why they were around me. I dropped my hands and said, “I give up. I have no idea who you could be here in Denny’s?” I heard a giggle, the hands were removed, and standing at the side of the booth looking down at me was Ginny. I smiled big when I saw whom it was playing games with me. I pointed at the seat and said, “Come on. Sit down so we can talk on the same eye level.” She slid into the booth facing me. I reached across and took her hand, asking, “What are you doing over here? Isn’t this pretty far from where you live? I looked at your address this morning and know it’s not in this neighborhood.” “You’re right. I live about two miles west. My roommate’s parents live down the street from here. I dropped her off to pick up a few things. I stopped to eat and saw you sitting her. What a coincidence, huh? I’ve been waiting for you to call as you promised. But, if you had my address out today, that’s a start. When were you going to call?”

             “I was at the driving range. I was going home, shower, get the car, and then call. I didn’t know whether or not you were working today so I wanted to wait until later. Were you?”

             “Yep, I haven’t been home yet since I left the store. Sally went with me this morning, she shopped while I worked, and then I brought her here. What did you mean when you said you were going home to get the car? How did you get here?” He laughed and said, ‘Don’t laugh or I’ll clam up. I rode my bike and lugged my clubs on it. I figured I needed the exercise, figured it was only a mile and that it would be a piece of cake. I’ve never been more wrong in my life. I can truthfully say to you that the only part of me that isn’t sore is my tongue and unless I shut up, it will be sore also,” I laughed again and this time she joined in, reached across the table and took both my hands in hers and with a sad tone said, “Poor baby. You need Ginny’s touch to make it all better. Finish your lunch, we’ll load your bike in the back and go to my place where I’ll doctor you.” At that moment, that quickly rose to the top of the chArt of best offers I’ve had in the last week. I smiled back and said, “How about your roommate? Don’t you need to pick her up?” She shook her head and responded, “No, her parents are bringing her later. That’s why I’m alone now. Come on, let’s get out of here.”  “But, you haven’t eaten yet?” She gave me a leer and whispered, “What I’m going to eat is sitting in the booth with me. It’s low caloric, inexpensive, warm, delightfully creamy, and comes in the neatest packaging I’ve ever run across.” Just the sound of her voice saying that caused my dick to quiver and if I hadn’t moved right then, I would have had to wait for the swelling to go down before paying the bill.

             Her home was a cute white brick, one story in the middle of the mature but well-preserved neighborhood. Her furnishings were in the accepted mode of a young female on her own. Frilly, colorful, lots of pastels, which I would call typical feminine decorating. She directed me toward the left, through her bedroom the decor resembling the living room, and into a relatively large bath. She took two towels from the cabinet; two wash cloths, and put them on the frilly small wire seat in the corner. She unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants and boxers down, lifted my legs and removed them. She had me bend over, pulled my tee shirt over my head, and threw it in the corner behind the seat. She unsnapped her blouse and dropped it, removed her bra and then slid the skirt to the floor. I gasped once more when I saw those almost non-existent bikini panties covering her delicious amber-haired pussy. “I would like to know how many pair of those panties you own. Those are sex personified when you expose yourself.” She smiled, pulled them off and handed them to me. “Keep these as a reminder of what’s always waiting for you. As for how many, I think about a dozen. Why not? They’re free from the manufacturer to all the models if we want them. I never turn down a free offer, do you?” I shook my head and answered, “Now that you mention it, not that I can remember.” We were both naked now, she reached around me, raised her head and ordered, “Kiss me, Art. Now.” I did as she rubbed her fabulous body against me, dropped her hands to my ass and began massaging the cheeks. I was feeling her gorgeous ass, running my hand down the crack, flicking her asshole with my index finger until I felt her breathing gradually increasing. She released my cheeks and moved her hand to my dick. She took a grip on the now hard dick, and with a surprise move, pulled me into the shower still gripping my dick. “We’ll have time for that later. Right now, we need to get clean so that I can doctor my patient.

             After the shower, she had me lie on the bed. We remained naked in the bedroom with the dim light surrounding us. She took a bottle of oil and began with my calves. It felt fantastic as she squeezed, rubbed, and oiled each until the tension disappeared. She gradually moved up and did the thighs, my ass cheeks, my back, shoulders, neck and then she turned me and started down. I was dozing and it felt so good. When she got to my dick, she poured the oil and gently moved her hands in a jacking motion. I was coming more awake as I reacted to her touch. Suddenly she quit and went to the front of the thighs. She was easing the pain greatly with her delightful action. She was on the left thigh when she took hold of my dick again. I was in heaven. I lay there fully relaxed when it dawned on me that something wasn’t right. I opened my eyes and Ginny was working my dick, but a strange woman continued massaging my legs. I sat up quickly, grabbed Ginny’s hand and said, “What’s the deal here. Who is she,” and I pointed at the other woman. Both of them rose up, smiling, and Ginny answered, “Art, this is Sally, my roommate. She sneaked in and wanted to join us so I nodded. I hope I didn’t upset you.” When she finished Sally spoke up, “I’m sorry I shocked you. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you since you and Ginny met. Will you allow me to stay?” I was surveying her as she spoke. Her tits were a little larger than Ginny, she was trim, her pussy was different from Ginny’s amber color, it was coal black, the pubic hair neatly trimmed in a rectangular shape, which I assumed to be the bikini trim. While I was having mixed emotions, I could see their anxious faces awaiting my decision. I looked at Ginny and told her, “It’s your decision, Ginny. If you want to share, that’s fine with me.” Their smiles were infectious with that answer. They returned to my massage and I returned to dozing, smiling and cheering myself on.

             I was feeling so relaxed, so free, that I lost track of time. I woke with Sally on the bed beside me to my left, and Ginny to my right. Now that the menu was displayed before me, I had to decide the main course, knowing I had to be prepared for the serving of dessert. Since my relationship was with Ginny, she became the main course. I rolled over, took her left nipple in my mouth, and tenderly sucked it. I flicked my tongue around and sucked it until it was firm and standing alone. I moved my left hand to her pussy and was gently running my fingers through the amber bush and occasionally touching her clit. The wetness was building and I increased my reach to inside her lips, allowing my finger to fit neatly in her slot, and began moving it back and forth. She was reacting as expected. Her abdominal muscles tightened, her breathing was beginning to increase, as the wetness filled her. Sally stirred, rose and saw what I was doing to Ginny. She turned to her right, put her arm across my hips and took my dick in her left hand. She just held it without any movement. Even that felt fantastic to me at that point. When I felt that I had Ginny exactly where I wanted her, I moved down the bed, put her legs over my shoulders and stuck my tongue against her clit. I sucked her wetness, savoring the sweet taste and aromatic pussy scent. While I was eating Ginny, Sally positioned herself over Ginny’s face, which shocked me tremendously. I watched as Ginny’s tongue came out and went into Sally’s pussy. Unknowingly that scene spurred me on and I soon had Ginny at the point of orgasm. I rose up, moved forward between her legs and entered her pussy. I could feel the warmth, the soft interior, and I was in heaven at that moment.

             I was fucking Ginny and sucking on Sally’s tits. Suddenly Sally started bucking and moaning when Ginny brought her to orgasm. I increased my in and out, lifted my dick forward searching for the G Spot for Ginny’s pleasure, eventually hitting it. I saw that she was gasping and then she exploded with enough reaction to the orgasm to throw Sally from her face.  I withdrew, saving my climax for the next round. Sally slid to the side and I reached for her. I stuck a pillow under her ass, dropped between her legs and penetrated her sweet pussy. Since she was already orgasmic, I was pumping faster than normal. Shortly, she went into her second stage orgasm and almost bucked me off. “Since I hadn’t climaxed, I continued vigorously fucking her. Ginny had recovered and was now behind me with my balls in her hand. She was gently tugging on them and I felt her stick a finger up my ass and hit my prostate. That did it. I knew my balls had constricted, Ginny continued to hold them and massage the prostate and I was building to a massive shoot. I withdrew; Sally rolled down and took my dick in her mouth. I turned and fell on the bed with my dick in Sally’s mouth. Ginny joined her and between the two of them, I began Cumming. They shared my dick as it spurted, spurted, and poured the cream on their hands and the bed. They delighted in the amount I managed to produce and the time it took for me to climax. Sally commented that Ginny had been right about older men having more experience, more control, and far more patience than men their age. I was feeling ancient listening to that commentary.

  Once the excitement died and we were calm, we lay side beside, Sally on my left arm, Ginny on the right arm. The room was silent except for the wall clock ticking away. I turned and whispered in Ginny’s ear, “If you’ve never done this before, where did you learn so quickly?” She grinned and responded, “You misunderstood. I had never made a move on a strange older man ever when I hooked you. That’s what I had never done before.To be totally honest, most of my sex has been with Sally. She is a nurse and has taught me a number of things since we’ve been together. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not lesbians, we’re experimenters. We talked about finding an older lover, but hadn’t taken it seriously until I saw you last Saturday. I called Sally and told her I had found the perfect lover for us. Do you hate me for what I done behind your back?” I stirred up my most serious face, and then a grin, still whispering, “How could I dislike someone who has brought me so much pleasure and who has rejuvenated my faith in women. My attempts at sex with Markey are mostly rebuffed with abrupt dismissals to get lost for a month. When I came here with you today, I was tired, achy, and worn-down, however, at this moment, I’m feeling as if I could do the triathlon and not ever pant once. Do you know what that means to an older man? It’s an OMG feeling worthy of the risk. No, I don’t hate you, I respect the decision you made because that took thought and planning. Tell me, Ginny, is modeling all you do for a living?” She turned to face me and raised her head slightly, whispering, “That’s a Saturday sideline carryover from college. I’m an attorney and I practice with the U. S. Attorney’s office downtown. Does that surprise you?” “No, not really because I knew your intelligence was far higher than a store model.

             “Art, I want you to know that neither Sally nor I will ever disclose our secret trysts. I want you to leave here with assurance of safety. I say that because I want to continue our relationship for as long as it satisfies all the parties all the time. I hope you do also.” I stood by the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed her before answering, “Without a doubt. Now, it’s time for me to leave. When Sally wakes, tell her I said so long until the next time. ” I put my sweaty clothes back on, Ginny walked me to the door, and I climbed on my bike and happily pedaled home. When I walked in the den, Alana and Markey were having a glass of white wine. I gave Alan a peck on the cheek, ditto for Markey. I took off for the shower when Markey asked, “How did it go on the driving range?” I stood at the door smiling when I responded, “My balls were amazing today. I’m with you when you say I should do that more often.” I smiled all the way through my shower.

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