“Boys and girls make fun” Part-3 Continues….
As I nervously sat there waiting for June to call me back with the details of the evening, I found it somewhat ironic. I was now pretty close to the age she had been when I’d first met her so many years ago. And she…was now the age that her husband Thomas had been back then as well.
At the time I had seen “Old man Thomas” as just that, but I couldn’t in any way shape or form see June, as being an older Maybelline as I remembered her back then, or now. She had certainly changed, yes, but if anything, even more attractive than I remembered her. Which in a way, made everything I had recently learned about her, that much harder for me to digest and accept. If in fact, I ever could.
Sitting there at my kitchen table waiting for the phone to ring, I ran so many scenarios through my mind, I was beginning to get a headache because of it. I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could actually go through with this either. I didn’t know how I’d feel seeing her with someone else, even though I knew he…they would be total and complete strangers to her. Something in and of itself that puzzled me.
And yet, I did so, sitting there with a full blown erection.
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I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I actually jumped when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Are you sure about this? Are you sure you really want to go through with this?” She asked by way of her answering my pickup.
I hesitated only briefly, it was now or never. “Yeah, I am,” I said, steeling myself for what was to come.
“Ok, come over then. I’ll fill you in on our way into town.” Once again I heard nothing but the dial tone, grabbing my sports coat, throwing it on as I walked out the front door. She was already sitting inside her car as I came out. This time, she’d be driving.
She looked hot as hell, not surprisingly. She had worn a simple, but very sexy dark blue dress, the top of which was a wrap around. I realized as she shifted about in her seat, that it would periodically gap on one side, just enough to balloon open a little, revealing the fact you could see her breasts if she stayed in a certain position. And it was then that I knew she had purposely gone without a bra, wondering if she wore anything at all beneath it.
“I’ve booked us a nice room at the Marriott,” she began. “And I’ve already been there and checked us all in,” she added. “It’s centrally located too, amidst several popular clubs and bars nearby. It’s important that I did, as that way the men who do come up, know this is for real, and that they’re not going to be robbed or anything.
Plus…it also makes them more comfortable, and more likely to adhere to my conditions simply as they are. Most of the time in fact, they’re actually relieved, and find it a lot easier to get over any guilt they may have regarding wives or sweethearts if it’s mostly about just getting Olivered off and squirting on me, as opposed to anything else.”
I guess what she said made sense, but no matter how you looked at it, just doing this, doing what we were about to actually do came with an element of risk. Thomas had been a strong tough looking guy,
so I figured that his being there with her in the past had served notice to anyone who might think otherwise about going along with June’s limitations. I certainly wasn’t any slouch myself now, I had put on some weight, and was fairly strong in my own right just coming out of the service. And I certainly knew how to defend myself.
The problem was, I still looked twenty-two, not forty. And I wasn’t sure if my presence would be enough of a deterrent if someone decided they wanted a lot more than just a simple hand-job. I was glad to hear that as a way of easing me into this situation, June had decided it was to be masturbation only, all the way around. She wasn’t even going to give any blowjobs, even with using condoms, not tonight anyway. And that did make things a bit easier for me to accept going in.
Minutes later we were parking her car in the Hotel garage. I thought initially we’d then go up to the room, but I soon found myself standing outside on the sidewalk with her instead.
“The room’s already,” she told me. “After we’ve cruised a few places and left a few cards, we’ll come back, and then I’ll change in preparation for this evening.”
“Cards?”
I noticed then as she showed me a few blank cards that looked much like business cards, though each one was hand written. She had already noted the Hotel and room we were staying in, along with some brief basic expectations. That and nothing else.
“Come on, I’ll show you how this works,” she told me, and then led me into the first of several bars and clubs we’d be visiting, as the night progressed. All within easy walking distance back to the hotel.
Even before we’d sat down at the bar to order our drinks, June was already scanning the area for potential partners.
“The first thing I do is to pick out what I believe will be willing participants,” she told me. “And I’ve gotten pretty good at judging people, figuring out which men are more likely to go along with this, and not cause us any problems. After that, I simply walk up and hand them one of these cards. After they’ve had a chance to read it,
they usually come back to wherever it is that I am, which hopefully by then is a table. A brief chat to discuss it, and then we take it from there. Usually it’s a time where I reassure them it’s for real, and that no money whatsoever is involved here. The last thing I want any of them to think is that I’m a call girl or something.”
Having gotten our drinks, we soon managed to snare an available booth sitting down in it, as June went back to scanning the area. Finally she noticed a group of men sitting together, looking as though they’d just got there after work for a drink.
“No women, that’s good. Usually a sure sign that one of them at least might actually be interested, though sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you can get all of them at once up to the room. That saves a lot of time bar hopping, and “buddies’ ‘ tend to be a lot safer if they come together too. Plus it usually makes for less time getting through the awkward stage of guy strangers being around other guy strangers.“
Once again what she said made sense, but it was still nerve-wracking for me to be sitting there as she picked out possible candidates for the evening.
“You ready?” She asked again. “Still want to do this? Because it’s not too late if you’d like to change your mind,” she told me.
“No…I’m ready,” I told her nervously. “Let’s do this.”
She then gave my leg an affectionate squeeze. “Ok, stay here, I’ll be back in a minute or two, and we’ll see if we get any bites.”
I sat there watching her as she boldly walked over towards their table, though I couldn’t hear anything, I knew she had introduced herself, using the name May. She had told me earlier that that was the name she’d be using tonight. One in which she actually preferred being called now as opposed to June, but that she also only used it on nights out like this. A name that would be easier for me to remember in calling her for one. Though I now sat wondering what name that I should perhaps use for myself as I looked up just in time to see her returning.
“Now what?” I said as she slid back in next to me, letting the group see where she was, and more importantly, who she was with, in the event they had any concerns about this not being real, or some kind of a come on.
“Now we wait…see if the fish are biting,” she said once again smiling in their direction.
It was interesting to see the four of them actually looking down at their cards, reading them again, laughing, then talking amongst themselves. Once again looking in our direction, more laughing, more talking…and then to my surprise, one of them actually stood up and wandered over towards us.
“May it?” He asked upon reaching our table, then adding. “May I sit down?” He asked, making a joke out of the question in reusing her name again.