The Tattoo

[Gareman]

OOC: Okay...Okay....

IC: Moving swiftly upstairs, I feel a deep sense of shame. Adam has been a good friend throughout college and for me to be thinking such thoughts about his mother makes me angry at myself. I take the steps two at a time and quickly stride into his room, partially closing the door. I grab the cordless phone that I had seen earlier on Adam's dresser and allow myself to fall backwards onto his bed.

My heart beats heavily in my chest as I lie still. I know that I need some form of sexual release or my actions may be regrettable and I know that it has to be soon. I dial the phone, reaching the only person who can help me find that release....

The phone rings once.......twice.....three times.......

"Hello?"

Heather's voice comforts me immediately. We've known each other since early childhood where we learned the fun of playing "doctor" behind my parents garage. And our sexual exploration, since those early days, has never failed either of us. I guess we could be considered to be "fuck buddies", always willing to help each other out of a tight spot.

"Hi babe," I answer. "Got time for a friend in need?"

I knew that I may be catching her at a tough time. Being the good wife and new mother (a 7 month old boy) didn't provide her with the free time that she used to enjoy. But when she giggled and told me to hang on while she switched phones, I knew I was in business.

While I waited, I closed my eyes and envisioned Heather...long blonde hair...blue eyes...perfect little ass....

Sliding my pants and underwear off, I slowly began to touch my hard penis. Thinking about all the good times we shared...throughout high school...at college...at her wedding, during the reception (my van providing the perfect spot)....during her pregnancy...

"Okay bad boy," she finally responds. "Brad is only out for a few minutes, so this is gonna have to be quick."

"Take your panties off, baby," I groan. "I want you to touch your pussy. I have my cock in my hand and I'm stroking it. Slowly. Thinking about you. Tell me what you're doing with your hand."

I see Heather, in my mind, imagining her long legs spread and her fingers moving down between her smooth thighs.

"Mmmmmm I want to fuck that slick pussy of yours, Heather," I continue, the images of my longtime friend now blending with those of Mrs. Ingersoll.

I see Adam's mom, eyes closed, leaning back on the kitchen cupboard as I slide my hands up to touch her breasts. Heather continues to respond verbally, but all I see is the older woman who has somehow captivated my mind in such a short time.

My hand moves against the sensitive tip of my cock as I stroke slowly up and down it's thick shaft.

"Yes, baby," she whispers in her sexiest voice. "I need you to fuck me....God, I want it so badly."

Heather's words ring in my ear, but it's Adam's mom who I see saying them....

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

The low droning of Sean's voice as he spoke on the phone was deep, husky. I could hear the desire in his words. He sounded... aroused. Something deep inside of me wanted someone to talk that way to me. To be turned on by me. To want me.

As if with a will of their own, my hands began to trace patterns over my body. My nipples ached, hard as pebbles, as I rolled them gently between my fingertips. Tugging. Pulling. Pinching.

"Are you wet, baby? Touch yourself and taste it. Tell me what you taste like as I spread your pussy with my thumbs and bury my face in your quim. Can you feel it? Can you feel my tongue swirling over your hard clit? Is she peeking out of her hood?"

Oh God! His words were setting me on fire. Listening, fantasizing that he was speaking to me, I dipped a finger into the slick wetness of my cleft. So hot. So... I pulled it out and slipped it between my lips. Tasting myself for him as he instructed.

"Mmm... " I murmured softly as I sampled the sweet honey. In my mind, I offered it to Sean. Wanting his mouth on my pussy, his cock buried deep inside my cunt.

I rocked my pelvis in rhythm with the slow circling motions I was tracing over the swollen nub that was my clit. I needed more. I wanted... Sliding a finger past my labia, I pushed up. Burying it deep inside, I began to move it in... and out...

 

[Gareman]

Heather's words excite me, but it isn't Heather that I'm visualizing this time.

Mrs. Ingersoll murmurs a weak protest, her hands pushing against my chest, half-heartedly trying to escape.

My cupped hand slides slowly down the length of my turgid penis, as I begin to masturbate to the amazing scene playing out in my mind. Deep, warm sensations spread from my pulsing cock, radiating through my lower abdomin like a ripple spreading across a calm pond.

"Oh baby," I moan softly into the receiver. "You are so beautiful...I want my cock inside of you so badly."

Again my mind returns....

I press Adam's mom up against the kitchen counter and slowly begin to unbutton her blouse. Again she struggles weakly, saying something about "this not being right" and vainly attempting to push my hands away. Her protests go completely to waste, as I easily continue unbuttoning her blouse and pull it open.

My hand slides up and down the full length of my hard cock as I continue enjoying the fantasy. Heather's voice echoes in my ear, encouraging me...helping me.

"Oh yeah lover," she groans huskily. "My pussy is so wet for you...mmmmm...can you taste it?"

Reaching behind Mrs. Ingersoll, I unfasten the hooks of her bra and pull it from her shoulders and over her arms. Her mature freckled breasts, now fully exposed to my eager eyes are quickly in my hands as I gently fondle them, softly pinching her thick pink nipples.

Still trying to be the "good mother", she again tries to dissuade me from continuing, but her words are useless as I can sense the sexual desire boiling just below her surface. Moving forward, I press my hardness against her, giving her an unmistakeable indication of my intentions, as one hand continues working her hardening nipple and the other begins to unfasten the clasp on her shorts.

My hand begins to sqeeze harder as I move it up and down my stiff shaft. The warm sensations are now fully encompassing my body, my ears ringing from the powerful desires racing through me.

"Oh fuck yeah," I utter, desperately. "Oh God, I've gotta have your sweet little pussy."

Adam's mom doesn't even attempt to fight anymore and I easily open her shorts and slide the zipper down. Releasing my hand from her breast, I grasp her shorts at the hip and slide them and her panties down over her mature ass; allowing them to fall on her bare feet.

The excitement of the moment is almost too much to bear. The sound of Heather's sexy voice coupled with the images flickering before my eyes is incredible. I wonder how much better the real thing will be....

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

"Oh baby. You are so beautiful... I want my cock inside of you so badly." The words I'm hearing drive me over the edge into fantasy.

I am lying on my back with my legs slung over Sean's shoulders as he plunges into me. Long, hard strokes. The hot gliding as our bodies mesh. Flesh to flesh. His finger moves in slow insistent circles over the hard nub of my clitoris as I arch my hips upward. Pelvis grinding against pelvis, heaving against each other.

His breath is hot against my neck. He is speaking to me. Wanting me. Bringing me closer to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.

I can feel my breath quickening, my heart pounding as I teeter on the threshhold and cry out in that moment when my body convulses in a chain of shuddering, clenching spasms. How I long to feel the molten sensation of his total release as he cums with me...

Suddenly my fantasy crashes back into my reality...

"Sean! Oh gods... I'm cumming... NOW!"

 

[Gareman]

"Sean...ummmmm I need you inside me," Heather moans, obviously pleasuring herself also. "Oh God....FUCK ME....PLEASE!!!"

My hand works faster, moving up and down the length of my hard member. Heather's words echo in my ear as my mind continues to build a wonderful fantasy...

Stepping forward, I open my jeans and remove my penis from the confines of my underwear.

Mrs. Ingersoll leans back on the counter, her eyes pleading for me to stop although she realizes exactly what is about to happen. Trying again to speak, her lips tremble and a tear runs down her cheek, rolling slowly down to her jaw before dripping silently onto the floor.

"P..P..P..Please......" she manages, as I move in and allow my hand to slide down between her legs. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair parts as my fingers begin to move lower, finding her soft pussy lips and spreading them slightly.

"Oh God, Please No........"

Continuing, I slide a finger between her labia and begin to push forward into the warm moistness of her mature vagina. Slowly sliding up to my knuckle, my thumb finds her clitoris and begins to slowly press against it's sensitive surface.

The pounding of my heart rings in my ears as I circle her tender nub with my large thumb, sliding my finger out and then again back in.



Heather's moans urge me on, my hand pumping quicker as I feel myself approaching the moment of truth. The vision of Adam's mom is extremely exciting...God I want her so badly...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

My heart was pounding as though it would burst from my chest and my breath came in great gasps as I lay back on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body in the aftermath of the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. It took a moment for the realization that my fantasy had been all the more delicious because it included my son's friend.

Suddenly I felt quite embarrassed and ashamed of myself. What the hell was I thinking? He was a boy for Pete's sake! Okay... not a boy... but way too young for me to be having designs on. Sitting up hastily, I combed my fingers through my hair, a sick part of me wondering how I'd measure up to the girl he was speaking to on the phone. Another part, disgusted that the thought should even occur to me.

"Get over yourself woman!" I said aloud as I slipped on a robe and headed down the hall toward the bathroom and a shower. That's what I needed. A nice hot shower and then change into something comfortable for the trip to the Tattoo Parlor. Did I really want to do that? Lars... Frig Lars! Dammit, why did everything I did have to depend on what Lars thought?

The sound of a deep gutteral moan from within the guest bedroom as I approached the door startled me. I knew that sound. My God! He's cumming! I can't help stopping to listen. Coaxed by a not-so-subtle twinge between my legs, I find myself moving closer to the door only to notice that it's open a slight crack.

My mind says Get away from here now, Genevieve, you sick perv! But I can't move. My eyes are glued to the sight in front of me. Brad is lying on the bed naked, his cock hard as he strokes it while what seems like oceans of cum spew out, running down over his hand. My hand flew to cover my mouth, trying to stifle the groan of lust that threatened to escape and reveal me spying on him. Dreading the thought of being caught, I rushed the rest of the way toward the bathroom just as his head began to turn.

Did he see me? What if he tells Adam? Slamming and locking the door behind myself, I lean against it as tears begin to run down my cheeks. Sick! If he tells, it will serve you right, you pathetic horny old bitch. Horrified by my behavior, I turned the shower on high, billows of steam clouding the room as I stepped under the stream of water wondering if I would ever be able to wash this away.

 

[Gareman]

Totally engrossed in my fantasy, I lose all connection with reality. Leaning back against the headboard of Adam's bed, I am completely entranced by my vision and the soft throaty voice on the other end of the telephone.

"Yes baby...ummmm," Heather moans, her words coming with difficulty as her orgasm nears. "Give it to me....give it to me."

My hand works my cock, sliding up and down the entire length, taking me closer and closer...


Slowly removing my finger from Mrs. Ingersoll's wet pussy I move forward and place my mouth to her ear.

"Come on," I whisper. "You know you want this."

Turning away, she closes her eyes and slowly shakes her head.

"It's so wrong," she whimpers. "So very wrong."

Positioning my feet between hers I lean forward and begin to pry her legs apart with mine.

"Just relax," I insist. "No one will ever find out...I promise."

Tears stream down her cheeks, the realization of what is about to happen written on her beautiful face. And then...she parts her legs...a small whimper signalling her resignation.

I move quickly, positioning my hard prick to the moist opening of her vagina and pushing forward before she can reconsider. Her mature hole begins to accept me...stretching open to accomodate my invading tool.

Inch by inch I burrow inside, feeling the warmth of her slick pussy sheathing my thick penis.

"Ohhhhhhh," she cries, as I begin to fill her. "Oh....God!!!"

Reaching down, I grasp her left leg and pull it up, giving me a perfect angle to slip further inside.



"Oh Sean, you feel so good inside of me," Heather screams. "Fuck me !! Yes...Fuck me hard!!"

The whole scene is way too much to bear. I begin pumping my cock faster and faster, feeling the unmistakeable signs of my impending orgasm.

"Oh yeah," I utter aloud, forgetting where I am. "Oh God yes!!"

Thick streams of warm cum spew from my cock, splashing onto my stomach. The sensation is magnificent, Mrs. Ingersoll's image adding to the intense pleasure of the moment. My ears ring loudly, drowning out Heather's cries of delight almost completely.

Wave after wonderful wave of pleasure roll over me accompanied by long jets of sticky jism rocketing from my penis. My mind still locked onto the sexy image of Mrs. Ingersoll taking my cock deep inside of her lovely pussy.

As the intensity of my orgasm begins to subside, I open my eyes and see what appears to be movement at the door to Adam's room. I turn to focus, but see nothing; must be my imagination. Right?

 

[dansemajik]

Hey hey gareman

Been a long time. Its good reading your stuff again....Just wanted to let you know I am still breathing, writing and working on my materpiece. Hugs. Danse

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

The hot water of the shower did little to dissipate the memory of what happened only minutes earlier. If anything, the steamy spray only served to arouse me yet again only this time I refused to succumb to my lewd and, in my mind, ludicrous thoughts.

I didn't take overlong to get washed up and was soon headed back to my bedroom to dry off and dress. I hesitated as I approached the bedroom where Sean was earlier. The door was still ajar and I was tempted to look in once again, but at the same time I felt horribly ashamed by the fact that I had been so disgustingly bold in the first place. Taking a deep breath, I clutched my robe around myself like a shield and ran for the sanctuary of my room.

The temperature was still in the high eighties, so I decided to wear a short sundress, my hair tied up and back into a ponytail that just tickled the middle of my shoulder blades in the back. I was nervous about the trip to the Tattoo Parlor, but I really needed to get my mind off other things and this seemed like the perfect way to do it.
Now all I had to do was wait for Sean to... get ready. I still couldn't help wondering if he had seen me outside his door or not. I could only hope that he didn't. Taking a deep breath and stiffening my shoulders, I went back downstairs to wait.

 

[Gareman]

Lying back down, I feel my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

"Mmmmmm," Heather whispers in her sexiest voice. "When you get back, we've gotta get together."

The thought of fucking Heather always made me hard. Her sexy little body was something I had grown to really appreciate throughout the years and despite her marital status, we always found a way to enjoy each other.

"That sounds great," I responded, standing up and cleaning myself off with some tissues. "I really appreciate you doing this for me...It was kind of an emergency."

After saying our goodbyes, I hang up and head for the shower. Mrs. Ingersoll and I will be heading to the tattoo parlor soon and I don't want to give her time to bail out on me.

Showering quickly, I again begin thinking about being with an older woman. How wonderful my first experience with Mrs. Mason had been. She had been so reluctant...so uptight about the age difference and sex in general. I guess that sort of added to the excitement of the whole thing.

Drying off, I wonder if Mrs. Ingersoll is as wholesome as the image she projects. She certainly has the "mom" persona down pat and her conservative demeanor seems real enough. But Mrs. Mason had those same qualities and once I punched a hole in the wall she had surrounding herself, I found another woman that she probably didn't even know existed. The rest of that summer I helped her explore that other woman and had the best time doing so.

Returning to Mrs. Ingersoll, I couldn't help wondering if she had a similar alter-ego below the surface, waiting to escape. Maybe with just the right persuasion, I could coax it out and repeat similar sexual adventures to those I had enjoyed with Mrs. Mason.


Stepping back into the bedroom, I dress quickly...run a comb through my hair and head downstairs with visions of Adam's mom running through my mind...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Truth be told, I was more than a little nervous. First of all, I was unsure whether Sean had seen me and secondly the idea of going to the Tattoo Parlor...

I had been turned on by tattoos for as long as I could remember, though Lars had vehemently objected to my getting one. It was unseemly, he said. Marking up your body like that.

Dammit! There I go again! I have to get out of this married mind-set thing, I think as I head to the sideboard and pour a hefty scotch. "Oh yeah. Ice. I should add ice," I chuckle as I down the glass and plunk a couple of cubes into it before refilling.

I barely finish the second and am getting ready for a third (three's a charm they say) when Sean finally deigns to come downstairs.

"Hey! It's about time. Just let me finish this and we can go, k?"

 

[Gareman]

Mrs. Ingersoll is having a drink as I enter the room.

"Hey! It's about time. Just let me finish this and we can go, k?"

Once again, it's Mrs. Cleaver that greets me...but I really don't recall Wally and Beaver's mom slamming scotch with quite the enthusiasm that Adam's mom was.

"Is that for courage?" I ask, trying to rile her a bit. "I mean, we can just catch a movie, if you're not comfortable with the whole tattoo thing."

I can see a flash of anger...no...defiance in her eyes as I smile and grab her car keys from the counter. The excitement of the whole scene is beginning to build and I feel that getting out of the house quickly may be my only salvation. Otherwise, I just may make my move too fast and blow the whole deal.

As I turn and wait at the doorway, I see her eyes focusing on the tattoo on my upper arm. She quickly diverts her eyes, but the look I saw was fascinating. Something about my tattoo had held her attention....or was it more than the tattoo?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

My eyes wandered over Sean as he stood before me, finally stopping at the tat on his arm. I wanted to touch it, trace my fingers over the design. What was it with me and... tattoos? I felt a slow flush rise to my face and not for the first time today. Pervert. This is Adam's friend for Pete's sake.

"I'll drive if you don't mind, Mrs. Ingersoll. Where are the keys?"

I reached into my bag and had almost tossed them to Sean when the long-suppressed rebel in me rose up defiantly. "This is nothing," I snapped, gesturing toward the empty glass on the sideboard. "I've been drinking longer than... "

Mrs. Ingersoll.

There was that dividing line again. Dividing line. Why was I even considering our age difference as a dividing line? I bit off the tail end of my sentence. Longer than you've been alive is where I was headed.

For some reason that made me uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, never mind, VeeVee, I admonished myself yet again. Let's get this show on the road.

Breezing past Sean, I called over my shoulder. "Let's get a move on, Boyo. I know they are open 24/7, but I don't want to be out all hours." There you go, dummy. Stress that age gap and make him see you for the old woman you really are. Then again, what was it that made it even matter?

Something made me think this was going to be a long night. A very long night indeed.

 

[Gareman]

As Mrs. Ingersoll walks by, the sweet scent of her perfume fills my nostrils. Breathing deeply, I savour the sexy, feminie aroma and watch her move gracefully toward the kitchen. Her short sundress allows a nice view of her tanned legs and my eyes easily peel away the material, completing the picture.

"Let's get a move on, Boyo. I know they are open 24/7, but I don't want to be out all hours."

Forcing my feet to move, I quickly make up the distance between us and step directly behind her as she opens the kitchen door that leads into the attached garage.

"So what do you think Mr. Ingersoll is gonna say if you come home with a tattoo tonight?" I ask, placing my hand on her bare shoulder. "I mean...I'm not gonna get you into trouble....am I?"

I feel her flinch slightly at the sensation of my hand on her shoulder and her reaction excites me. As she reaches down to unlock her car door, I place my free hand on her other shoulder and lean forward positioning my mouth to her ear.

"For the record." I whisper softly. "I think it's so hot that you're even going to look. I think you are much more adventurous than you let on."

I watch her hand tremble, trying to line up the key to the lock. Moving my right hand to hers, I take them away.

"Why don't you let me drive....you've got a big night ahead....."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

I couldn't help thinking that maybe it would be better if Sean drove as I fumbled to unlock the car door, but there was that sense of wanting to keep an upper hand that held me back. Unfortunately he made that decision for both of us when he took the keys and opened the door for me.

"Voila, Mrs. Ingersoll," he said with a flourish of his arm. "Your carriage awaits."

I smiled weakly as I got into the car. There he goes with that Mrs. Ingersoll again, I thought grumpily. I knew I had to be around the same age as his own mother, but even so. We were sort of going on an adventure together, weren't we? In truth, it was my first real rebellion against Lars since he announced that he wanted a divorce. I am my own woman after all. Aren't I?

I watched Sean as he circled the car and slid in on the driver's side. If only he were twenty years older... Or I was... Stop that! What the hell is the matter with me? I felt myself blush when he turned and grinned before starting the engine.

Did he know what I was thinking? HAD he seen me outside the door earlier? I hoped not, though it did make me wonder exactly what it was he was thinking when he looked at me.

We made small talk as he drove, mostly about the wedding and the bachelor party that was coming up. I was happy for Adam, but I was still concerned about how to break the news to him about his dad and I. Maybe it was the scotch, maybe just a need to get it all off my chest, but before very long I found myself telling Sean all of it. Every sordid detail of Lars' affair and the impending divorce. All he did was drive. And nod occasionally.

Say something! Say something, dammit! My mind screamed out at the end of my 'confession'. I didn't really know what I wanted Sean to say, but anything was better than silence. Well, maybe he doesn't know what to say. It really isn't his business to be hearing all of this anyhow, but it felt so good to get it out. To say it to someone.

Trying to break the tension, I added. "By the way, my name is Genevieve. My friends call me VeeVee." Hey, things couldn't get any worse, could they?

 

[Gareman]

I sit silently as Adam's mom spills her guts, trying to determine exactly how to respond. My heart pounds in my chest considering the possibilities; wondering how conservative she really is. Is there any possibilty that I may be able to help her work through some of that anger and resentment or would I just make a fool of myself trying?

I focus my attention on the road, occassionally glancing over to make eye contact, but Mrs. Ingersoll's gaze never meets mine. She seems somewhat ashamed of the information she is sharing with me; probably concerned that I may think less of her because of her husbands actions. But actually that couldn't be further from the truth...

Finally she does turn to me.

"By the way, my name is Genevieve. My friends call me VeeVee."

Quickly, I gather my thoughts and smil at her. Trying to get my bearings, I turn down a narrow street and follow it to an old bar that I used to frequent before I was old enough to drink. Pulling into the dark parking lot behind the building, I park in one of the many empty spots and turn off the engine.

"Well VeeVee...." I say turning to my best friends mom. "I think the tattoo can wait for a little while. Let's go and celebrate your new-found freedom."

I watch her response, noticing a second of hesitation before she smiles back and nods in agreement...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I looked around hesitantly as Sean turned off the ignition. The Roosevelt Bar and Grill was what the sign said. A small, out of the way place. No chance of meeting anyone here that I know. And so what if there is?? I'm a big girl, dammit. I can go anywhere I want with anyone I want, can't I? Besides, I could use a drink or two.

Sean grinned as he held the door open for me and I passed him into the dimly lit bar. There was a jukebox blaring oldies and a few couples were out on the floor doing their thing. It had been ages since I'd been anywhere like this. Lars didn't frequent dives. And yes, he would consider this place a dive. Me? I thought I was going to like this place just fine.

"Bar or table?"

"Sure is loud, isn't it?" I spoke directly into Sean's ear to be heard over the music. "Did you say something?"

His arm encircled my waist as he guided us toward a table in the back of the room. It felt good. But then again...

"Mind if I sit next to you? It'll make talking easier." Sean's lips brushed my ear when he spoke, sending shivers down my spine. Was it my imagination? Did he just nuzzle his face in my hair? No. He couldn't have. I brushed the thought aside as I slipped from his grasp and slid into the booth.

"I think I'll have a Scotch," I said as I looked around the room. "No, on second thought... They probably don't have Laphroaig. How about a Tom Collins? Those are always good on a hot night."

Sean grinned and said he'd be back with our drinks in a sec. I nodded and leaned back to watch the dancers. God! It's been years since I jitter bugged! I almost forgot how much fun that used to be.

"Wanna dance?"

I looked up at the stranger leaning toward me across the table. "Excuse me?"

"Would you like to dance?" He repeated, a little louder this time.

I couldn't believe my ears. My first instinct was to look for Lars and that pissed me off. Sean was somewhere across the room. I doubted he'd mind. Besides, I was having a night out and I could do whatever I wanted. Couldn't I?

"It's been a while... " I started to demur.

"Don't you worry. It's like riding a bike. It'll all come back once you get going."

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I took the hand he held out and before I knew it I was on the dance floor and having the time of my life with Lenny. Lenny Anderson is what he said his name was as he led me into the fray.

 

[Gareman]

Returning to the table with the drinks, I notice that Mrs. Ingersoll is no longer there. For a second I panick, wondering if she had bailed out on me. But then I notice her purse and begin scanning the bar for her.

As my eyes sweep the room, I spot her on the dance floor with a slightly pudgy middle-aged man. At first, I'm not sure what I feel. There's definitely a twinge of jealousy...I mean she is with me, isn't she? But then something strange starts to happen. I start to feel my penis harden as they move...

Adam's mom is a very good dancer and she moves gracefully across the small dance floor with the stranger, their every movement being studied by the other men in the room. I notice several men in the far corner, leering openly at Mrs. Ingersoll as she moves effortlessly before them.

I sit, sipping my drink... finding the entire scene very sexually stimulating. My mind begins imagining VeeVee, lying naked beneath the chunky stranger, his small cock slipping between her spread legs and into her slick pussy. Somehow the idea of my best friend's mom being fucked by a total stranger is very becoming more and more exciting.

Leaning my elbows against the hard wooden table, I start really believing the something very memorable might happen tonight. Tipping my glass back, I finish my drink and rise to get another. As I approach the bar, I hear the fast song end and hear a slow song begin. Ordering and paying for my drink, I spin around to return, shocked to see "my date" now dancing with another stranger...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

VeeVee

The decision to go back to the table and Sean was taken from me as the music ended and another song began. A slow tune this time. One of Lenny's buddies was waiting and quickly yanked me away before I could protest.

"You're one hot mama," he murmured into my ear, pulling me closer. The man smelled of sweat, beer and cigars and I found myself breathing through my mouth to keep from gagging. Well the dance wouldn't last long and I could get away, right? Back to Sean.

When his hand slipped down my back to my ass and he squeezed, I almost lost it. I could feel the outline of his erection pressing against me now. But somehow I found it both repugnant and exciting at the same time. Thick and hard. Like Sean's had been this afternoon. Why couldn't I get that image out of my mind? You're a perv, Genevieve Ingersoll. There's no other way of putting it. A perv.

I longed for the music to end so that I could go back to the table. One drink and we'd get out of here and head for the tattoo parlor. A quick look-see and I'd be rid of Sean and these nasty thoughts for the night. At least I hoped that's the way it would be.

 

[Gareman]

From the bar, I can see Adam's mom clearly with her new dance partner. I order another round and watch as the big man whispers something into her ear and begins to lead her around the dance floor. My eyes are glued to them and I barely notice when the bartender delivers the drinks and takes the 20 from my hand, returning my change and moving to the next patron.

I'm fascinated by my reaction...being sexually aroused by this scene is something I never would have expected. When the new stranger moves his hand to Mrs. Ingersoll's ass and she does nothing to stop him, I start to feel pretty confident that there may be a real chance for me tonight.

Moving through the sparce crowd, I return to our table. Placing a second drink in front of VeeVee's place, I hear the final notes of the song and make my way to the dance floor. I know that if I don't do something soon, I'll be sitting alone all night long.

Approaching my "date" and her new friend, I excuse myself.

"Mrs. I," I break in. "May I have the next dance?"

I see a look of relief on her face as I rescue her from the stranger. Her knight in shining armor has arrived and not a minute too soon.

Luckily for me, the next song is also a slow ballad...I'm not much for fast dancing. Taking her hand I walk her to the middle of the floor and we begin to move rhythmically to the slow beat of the music.

"You are one popular gal," I whisper softly into her ear. "I thought I'd never get a chance."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve

I hated to admit it, but it felt good to be in Sean's arms. Really good. Especially after my last dance partner. I shuddered at the memory and grinned weakly. "What took you so long?"

"You are one popular gal. I thought I'd never get a chance." His mouth against my ear and the ripple his shoulder muscles under my hand as we danced... I leaned into him as the ballad played and we danced across the floor.

I had to snap out of this. Sean had declined calling me VeeVee or even Genevieve I noted, using 'Mrs. I' instead. He was keeping a comfortable distance between us. Both on a personal level and in the way he held me while we danced. Well, I couldn't say I blamed him. I was old enough to be...

The music stopped and I saw yet another of Lenny's buddies making a bee-line for us. "Let's go back to the table, Sean. Please?" I nodded toward the fast approaching and soon to be denied wannabe dance partner.

Without a word, Sean's hand slipped to my waist as he turned us in the opposite direction. There were two drinks for me on the table now and I really needed them.

"Thanks," I smiled at my companion as I slid across the bench to make room for him. Well... it would be easier to talk over the music if he sat next to me. Wouldn't it

Happy Birthday, G.

From me AND VeeVee!

 

[Gareman]

Moving in to sit beside Adam's mom, I felt a powerful urge to kiss her. Maybe it was the alcohol...or maybe the jealous excitement of watching her with other men...but it took every ounce of strength to restrain myself. The night was still too young to do anything quite that bold. But later....who knows?

I move close, but not too close and smile as she reaches for her first drink. I can still see her dancing with her second partner, his hands on her ass, pulling her close. I wonder how far things would have gone if I hadn't been there. But of course Mrs. Ingersoll would never be caught in a place like this alone. Now would she?

"So VeeVee," I say, just loud enough for her to hear over the jukebox. "Do you always have that effect on men?"

She seems somewhat embarrassed and maybe a little self-conscoius with the question, moving her eyes down to the table as she takes a long sip of her drink.

I wait for an answer that never comes and try to force the issue a little more.

"I mean...every guy at the bar had his eyes glued to you as you danced," I move a bit closer and again feel an overwhelming desire to kiss her. "And your partner actually had more than his eyes glued to you."

Tipping my glass back, I swallow the last of my drink. The warmth of the alcohol fills my throat and I begin to feel a slight buzz as the strong spirit begins to work it's magic.

Leaning closer, I place my arm around her and pull her toward me. Her gaze still locked solidly on the table, I notice a slight grin as I whisper directly into her ear.

"I was getting a little jealous and had to break things up before they got out of hand."

Her perfume fills my nostrils and I begin to feel a powerful electrical energy between us. I wonder if she feels it too...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

VeeVee. Sean finally said it and the sound of my name on his voice lit me up inside like a blazing fire. Especially when he said he was jealous. Jealous! Imagine that!

I knew that it was just flattery. Lip service. But I could hope, couldn't I? I pictured Sean dancing with me, hard against my belly like that pig man's had been. The memory of this afternoon -- hearing his conversation, watching him stroke himself. I could feel myself getting wet.

I squirmed in my seat, trying to ease my panties from between my cleft where they rubbed seductively. Gods! I needed the drink, both for courage and to take my mind off...

"One more drink and then we'll go, okay?" Not realizing he was so close, my lips brushed against his face as I turned to look at my son's friend. "Oh! Sorry!"

I tried to grin, but fact was... If I thought I was turned on by him before that was nothing like the jolt that shot through me at that moment. If he touches me... If... I was torn between the shame and the wanting. And fear of rejection.

I felt my nipples harden against his arm as he shifted. IF.

 

[Gareman]

Her lips brush mine and the urge to press forward and kiss her properly becomes almost too strong to resist.

"Oh! Sorry!" she says shyly, trying to grin.

"Nothing to be sorry about," I continue, watching as she begins to work on her second drink.

I can feel eyes on us as we talk. VeeVee's second dance partner is staring intently at us and I find the whole scene increasingly exciting.

"I think one of your friends is a little jealous too," I whisper, pulling her even closer. "Should we give him something to be jealous of?"

My heart races, knowing that I might be moving a bit to quickly and hope that I'm not ruining any chance I might have with this sexy older woman. She seems to be a bit surprised at my suggestion and for a moment I'm sure I've really blown it. Trying to give her a way out, I stumble for the correct words.

"Or we could just get out of here....I mean...it's totally up to you."

God...I sound like a school kid at his first dance...what the hell is this woman doing to my mind?

Adam's mom turns and looks at me, she seems a bit unsure how to respond and for a moment says nothing. I feel the sensation of her hard nipple pressing against my arm and without another thought lean forward and gently press my lips to hers....

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Or we could just get out of here... I mean... it's totally up to you." Sean's voice was low, his mouth so incredibly... close. So close. I shivered. My nipples puckered, jutting through the light muslin of my sundress as his arm inadvertently pressed against my breast. Did he know? Could he feel?

My mouth opened in a small unbidden "Ohh... " just as Sean brought his lips to mine. Gently at first, almost timidly. I felt the flush of arousal spreading throughout my body, warming me. Tantalizing me. Enticing me. Gods how I wanted him. I started to lean into him when he abruptly pulled away.

I couldn't stop the low moan that escaped my lips. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say as Sean tilted his head and looked at me. Just looked at me. His eyes burning into mine. Afraid to blink, I just returned his stare. Please god don't let him say it was a mistake.

And then I knew it was not as he wrapped his arms around me, capturing my mouth with hungry urgency. My arms encircled his neck as he wove his fingers through my hair to pull me even closer. His kiss was devastatingly erotic and I melted into him, parting my lips in voracious invitation.

I knew it was wrong. I knew that I should pull away. I tried to rationalize that it was the drinks affecting me. Pull away, VeeVee. Stop this madness! You're twice his age. He's Adam's friend for pitie's sake!

I didn't want to admit that I wanted him, but my body was betraying me. Like a woman possessed, I moved his hand to my thigh. Touch me. Gods... please touch me.