by Gray, Beth
Chad placed the four glasses in the center of their table. “I’m glad to see you are good sports. My name is Chad. The big guy with me is Charlie, and the slim guy is Bobby.” He pointed to the guys over at his table being assaulted by many girls drinking champagne.
Terri lifted her glass. “The waitress told us your names earlier, and how you were celebrating tonight.”
He glanced at the waitress. “Yes, she has worked here for a long time.”
Terri leaned forward. “My name is Terri, and this is Penny and Jessica.”
Chad found his glass and lifted it toward the center, waiting on Penny and Jessica. “To our meeting.” He swallowed the entire glass in one long gulp.
The girls drank only half of their glasses and glanced at each other.
Chad placed his empty glass back on the table and focused his attention directly on Terri. “Thanks for the dance. You dance much better than I thought you would.” A group of girls rushed over to him as he turned away to meet them.
Terri and her friends exchanged amused glances.
Chad yelled over his shoulder as he left, “Be sure to help yourself to some more champagne. We have plenty.”
Jessica, the oldest in the group, leaned forward. “I’ll have to say that was…fascinating. I think we’ll have some notes to compare later.”
The group watched other men milling around and lifted their glasses together for one more toast lead by Terri. “To the world of great, young, and…hopefully horny studs.”
* * * *
A few hours later, the three women still watched the world unfold around them, moving in a festive manner but without their participation. Chad and his friends continued to celebrate, with one wave after another of well-wishers joining him. Chad talked on his phone most of the time, ignoring the crowd. The sound of corks popping seemed to never end. With work to do tomorrow, the three nodded at each other in recognition that not all nights ended as planned.
On the way leaving the martini bar, Terri glanced at Chad, wondering if she should say good-bye to him. After all, he did offer her many glasses of champagne. She maintained her stare in his direction, but he lowered his head and cupped one ear to hear someone talking on his cell phone. At the last second, he glanced up and smiled. A quick wink and he lowered his head again. That was it?
Outside, the women handed their tickets to the valet. Terri’s two friends received their cars first.
Chad walked up to her as she waited. “Hi again. Are you sure you can drive tonight? I know you had a lot of champagne tonight.”
Terri returned the smile. “Why, are you offering to drive me home?”
“Well, I do feel responsible for getting you drunk tonight.”
“What about your friends?”
“I’m sure they will be there for a while. I felt like sneaking out.”
Her car arrived. Well, damn. Who was she turn down such an offer? “I’ll pull over there and wait on you, if you can hurry.” Terri slid into her seat, allowing her dress to shift as high as possible.
“I’ll hurry.”
Chapter 2
The champagne dulled her sense of time as she waited in the parking lot for Chad and listened to the music blasting through the sound system. Yes, she would soon have what she needed. Her friends would never believe her last-minute luck.
A knock on the window startled her. She raised her hand to defend her face as she saw Chad standing outside, staring at her. He pointed toward the lock on the door. She replied by pressing on the release button, allowing him to open the door. “Sorry, you scared me.”
“No problem. You need to lock it, and we can arrange for you to get it tomorrow.”
“I’m not sure.”
“Come on, I’m driving you home. Let’s get in my car. I’m sure we can arrange for someone to bring you back for your car later.” She crawled out of her car and walked around to the passenger side of his. With her head spinning, she wondered how much champagne and other drink she actually consumed during the night.
After helping her in her seat, he stumbled to the driver’s side and opened his door, finding his seat. She felt like giving instructions on buckling up, but his quick movements had the car in motion in seconds. She reached over and activated his GPS system to guide him to her house. “My name is Terri.” She slid a hand on his leg and watched the expression on his face. With a wave of slight embarrassment, she wondered if she already told him her name. Yes, she was drunk
He turned momentarily toward her and grinned. “I’m glad to meet you. My name is Chad.” He placed a hand on top of her hand and squeezed it softly. “I’ll have you home in a few minutes.”
She hoped he would. The muscles in his leg felt strong. His smell was much different than many men she had been with. The abundance of colognes being offered by the stores added new treasures she loved to enjoy on younger men. She massaged his leg as she continued to explore. They would be home soon, and she wanted to make sure he became as excited as she was by the time he pulled into her driveway.
She moved her hand higher on his leg and stopped. The tempo of her breathing increased, hoping he would take the hint. She watched him glance at her once and tighten the hold on her hand. Without hesitation, he moved it on top of his cock. The loose-fitting fabric of his pants allowed her to wrap her fingers around him. She felt the pulsing action of it coming to life. Yes, it was large enough to make her happy tonight.
She focused her eyes on the traffic while she stroked his cock as they drove. She didn’t live too far away. Before they entered the driveway, he managed to lower his zipper for her, which she happily explored inside to find the slit in his boxers. His raw skin sent shivers over her body as he entered the driveway. He pushed the control button to activate the electric garage door opener, and drove inside as soon as it opened. The darkness surrounded her as the overhead garage door closed behind them, and he killed the motor and lights.
She felt him shift in her direction and place a hand on her leg. She increased the pressure on his cock and leaned closer to him. She wanted to fuck and needed to make it inside to her bedroom. He leaned in closer to her and kissed her cheek. She adjusted the angle and kissed his lips. They felt so natural and gentle. His hand rubbed the inside of her legs on its way higher, stopping directly on her pussy.
“We need to go inside.” She knew she had him excited.
He helped her climb the steps, one misstep at a time. They walked immediately to her bedroom. She never turned a light on but managed to see her way with the help of a few occasional lights along the way. She walked ahead and pulled him behind her. Her bedroom windows allowed a faint amount of light filtering in from the outside, outlining her massive bed in the center.
She crawled on top of the bed and turned on her back. She would offer no fight to whatever her newly found stud wanted. She assumed he would know what to do. In the dim light, she watched him remove his shirt. The filtered light made his chest and arms glisten as his hairless body drove her senses wild with anticipation. His pants dropped to the floor, followed by his boxers.
She could not only see him naked but smell him as he leaned over to her. He pushed the straps off her shoulders, allowing the black cocktail dress to fall. She reached for the latch on the front of the bra. Now, completely topless, she fell back onto the bed. Both of his hands reached over and squeezed her breasts. Gentle at first, then with much more pressure. His fingers found her nipples already excited and sensitive to his touch.
He leaned forward, and his tongue found her breasts and nipples, flickering as he explored every inch of her. He licked and sucked one section after another before lowering to her belly button. He stopped to search for her latch and zipper. Located on the side, she helped him maneuver it. He pulled slightly as her fancy little black dress slid off. Next, her panties glided along her legs and past her toes as she moaned.
He pushed her legs apart as she tightened her fist and tried not to cry out loud. His body felt so hard, yet so smo
oth. He moved up her body until he rested evenly with her. Skin on skin, his stomach rested on hers while his breath warmed her shoulder.
She arched her back and thrust toward him. She wanted him inside—now. He kissed her ear before nibbling at her neck. His lip grazed her cheek in search of her lips. A sensation of warmth and moisture engulfed her mouth as he explored first her upper lip and then her lower. A smooth suck followed by a gentle bite, a tease driving her deeper into a pleasure pit she had no way of escaping from—ever.
His tongue penetrated her mouth as his cock slid inside her pussy. With the simultaneous invasions perfectly timed, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth was the only reason she didn’t yell. As she sucked on his tongue, his cock hammered inside her over and over, stretching her more with each thrust. His rhythm constantly increased as she locked her legs around him. She knew he had only started, but she felt the first wave of an orgasm mounting, igniting passions she could never control.
She needed to stop–to rest. He, however, appeared to be full of energy and enough zest to keep going forever. He rose on his knees and massaged her clit as he moved in and out. He found the perfect hot spot. He didn’t allow her time to regain her strength as he pushed her to a new orgasm. With this one much stronger than the first, she sucked in air and yelled. It seemed to last forever as he continued to work her clit. She reached for his hand. She could not take any more.
“Damn, this is so fucking great.” She allowed her legs to relax and fall from around him. He turned her over on her stomach.
“Is this okay with you?” He positioned himself behind her.
She felt too tired to resist, but hoped he intended to fuck her pussy from the rear and not her asshole. She decided to wait. He slid inside her pussy as she arched her back. Good.
The sound of his skin flapping against her ass sounded like a well-run piece of machinery. He pushed so hard inside of her and increased his tempo to an extent she felt the signs of another orgasm building inside of her. She never remembered coming three times in one night so fast. He held her hips and drove faster and faster as she shivered before she yelled again.
He slowed as she collapsed. Totally exhausted, she breathed in as fast as she could, gasping for air. He moved his dick higher and circled her asshole. She winced and pulled to one side.
He pulled from her and moved to one side.
“I know I owe you. You deserve something special. How would you like a blow job?”
“I need to come.”
“I know.”
He slid up on the bed as she slid lower. She used the sheet to clean his cock as best she could before she offered to place it in her mouth. He appeared to grow even larger in the last few seconds. She leaned forward and offered a kiss on the tip. He thrashed forward immediately as she complied and went down on it.
She felt him losing control in seconds. The jerks sent spasms of energy throughout his body as he came. She swallowed as fast as she could as he came over and over. She drifted in thought as she allowed him to stay in her mouth for a long time. It did not get any better than this, she thought, as she climbed higher on the bed, hoping to sleep next to him for the rest of the night. She knew he would be gone before she woke up. They usually were.
Chapter 3
Chad surveyed the beach with Charlie as he wondered if they would run into Bobby, who was scheduled to have a photo shoot on South Beach today. He was being featured with two older women in a cougar ad showing women they could attract younger men if they only stayed in shape. He knew Bobby loved playing with older women for one reason. He would always have no problem leaving them and moving on. He looked forward to this for weeks.
Chad kept his eyes open to the buff-looking guys and girls on the beach. He especially wanted to know how they stayed in shape. What new piece of equipment were they using? After all, a number of his patent ideas had come from the South Beach area. This section of beach yielded the perfect breeding ground for those obsessed with obtaining the perfect body. Their fascination with perfection forced them to think of new angles and spins on increasing their exercise routine. The number of gyms within walking distance increased with every visit he made. Sometimes he simply had to obtain a patent on a piece of equipment in wide use but never applied for. Other times, he needed to fulfill a demand requested by many, but not tackled by any.
A major bodybuilding competition event attracted the attention of many advertisers and purchasers that he would attend later that afternoon. While it would be good to promote his inventions and patents, enforcing his rights to royalties on anyone using them always remained a priority. Being able to expand his list of patents always counted as a bonus.
The walk along the beach and the park in front of Beach Drive allowed him to see actual bodybuilders showing off their bodies, so to speak, which gave some great inspiration. The inside of the gyms added more of a corporate show of rigid conformity, but still offered interesting insight to lost opportunities by so many.
Charlie seemed to be studying the light glowing behind a few scattered clouds, and made no secret he would rather be painting than preparing for his painting exhibit later that night.
Chad smiled as he thought of the pickings they would have from the older women attending the party. Thoughts of Terri slipped into his mind, as he fantasized over their one night together. He was so drunk that night. He never told his buddies. He remembered almost nothing but the next morning as they said good-bye.
Charlie pointed ahead as they approached Dianna Beach. A number of people hustled around with reflectors fighting the small breeze coming in from the Atlantic. Several women in skimpy bikinis walked around as the photographers’ helpers worked setting up the scene. As usual, the photographer stood to one side, arrogantly waiting for the real work to be completed.
“I think we are close enough.” Chad knew while photo shoots were common on this beach, the crew hated for people to stop and gawk at them.
“I see Bobby. What a ham.” Charlie stopped walking and watched some young girls passing by. His massive body, built with hours and hours of workouts in the gym, usually attracted their attention. The young girls looked good but always brought him problems. He divided his time between his two loves. He loved to paint, and he loved to work out. Well, there was one other activity he loved—cougar hunting. Chad knew he also enjoyed older women that he could screw and move on. He wondered how long the group could carry on like this. He knew it would only be a matter of time before their evil ways would catch up with them.
Chad studied the four women in front of Bobby. “I thought he said he was supposed to be shot with two women.”
“I guess they wanted some variety. I’m sure he’ll invite them to my party tonight. It will be interesting to see how many people show up and how many buy some of the paintings.”
“Why don’t you paint some older women?”
A wicked smile oozed out of the corner of Charlie’s mouth. “Generally, because they don’t sell. I think I might surprise you tonight. You know, this might not be such a bad idea if I mix various couples of different ages on a scene. Let’s move a little closer. Using these models might not be bad. I want a better view before they come to the party tonight.”
They walked closer and saw Bobby standing to one side, waiting on the set-up crew. He smiled at them and waved them over.
As they approached, the photographer glanced at Charlie in an inquisitive manner. “Can I help you?”
Chad motioned toward his Bobby. “We were just walking the beach and noticed our friend getting ready for his shoot.”
“I see. We’re going to be working here in a few minutes.” He kept his eyes on Charlie. “Have you ever modeled before?”
“Me, model? Never!”
“Such a shame. You could be a great subject.”
“I’m a painter. I generally prefer to be on the other side of the equation.”
“Really!”
“I’m here opening an exhibit at the Cult
ural Center for the Arts tonight. You’re welcome to come if you want.”
“Humm, I might try to make it.”
“Bobby has all of the information, and I’m sure he will invite everyone here also. It’s formal and starts at seven.”
“Like I said, I should be able to make it, but can make no promises.”
“Fair enough, we’ll let you get back to your work.”
Bobby glanced at everyone as he finally made it over to the group. “I assume everyone has introduced each other, or have you met before?”
Chad stepped forward. “No, we were out exploring and saw you on the beach.” He turned toward the photographer. “I’m Chad, by the way.”
The photographer never mentioned his name, extending his air of arrogance as if everyone should know who he is. “And what do you do?’
“I’m the guy that helps make everyone look good. I invent the equipment that creates the perfect body.” Chad glanced over at the female models.
“Anything I might have heard of?”
“Take your pick. I own a large number of patents.” Chad faced Bobby as he glanced sideways at the models again. “You sly dog, you. Have your fun, and we will see you tonight. Be sure to bring some of your work with you.”
Bobby followed his stares. “I’m sure I will…as if we won’t have many to choose from tonight.”
The three gave a quick thump-bump in the center.
The photographer cleared his throat. “Well, if you will excuse me, I think we can get started now.”
* * * *
Chad walked into the art show, arriving later than the others. The tux restricted his movements and irritated him but also reminded him of the excitement he could look forward to at the event. The contacts gained tonight would give him entrance into many of the most exclusive spas in the world. The taste of victory from his latest acquisition and sell lingered on his mind.