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Alcoves |
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By Margo Perry
As soon as he opened the door, Manny smelled the delicious aroma of The Shack’s signature hot butter scones and a flood of childhood memories washed over him. Good food and good prices meant good business and, as usual, the line was loud and boisterous. Graduated and home at last! He’d spent so many Friday nights in Oxford pubs missing this place that, now that he was here, he was content to just relax and drink in its atmosphere.
“Why are we standing in this line when we could be at the club in time for the first sitting?” Manny’s mother asked, patting her freshly cut and coloured blonde coif.
“Because it’s Manny’s favourite restaurant, he’s been travelling all day, he’s hungry and the club’s over an hour’s drive from here,” Manny’s father said, his tone forever conciliatory. “Have a little patience, dear.”
Manny hadn’t missed his parents’ bickering. They shared a private code that he didn’t understand or appreciate, but it was still great to be with them. Since he’d left for University four years ago, he’d only seen them twice and he loved them dearly. But something more urgent and basic was on his mind. He hadn’t had sex with anybody but himself for . . . like forever and horniness was driving him insane! He was bone tired of slaving over books and then jerking himself off. He craved food, but he was desperate for pussy, and his cock ached to be sucked, fucked and otherwise used. He looked around for eye candy, but saw nothing, but grey heads and giggling, skinny teens.
I’ll go crazy if something doesn’t happen soon!
“Come on, Manny,” his mother cajoled, turning toward him and smiling sweetly, “let’s go to the club. I’m sure you’ll find some of your old friends there on a Friday night.”
“Maybe we’ll take a drive out later, dance away the calories,” his Dad suggested.
Manny wasn’t surprised at his Mom’s stony silence. She’d always wanted what she wanted and when she wanted it. She shifted her weight restlessly from one perfect pump to the other, looking around with obvious distaste, before peering over her shoulder to smooth the fabric of her dress over the curve of her gym-toned and stair-lifted ass. Mother loved to show off and tonight she was dressed to impress. Sadly, those she wanted to bowl over were having cocktails at the Country Club.
“I’m the envy of every man here,” his Dad said, eying her perfectly fitted black cocktail sheath. “You look lovely.”
“Then let’s go to the club.”
Talk about a one track mind.
“Come on, Manny,” she added.
“Leave me out of this fight,” Manny said.
He took a step away from his parents and eyed the waiting line. It was still quite long, his stomach was growling and his mother’s constant complaints had spoiled his mood. His nerves were ready to snap.
Fuck, I’m hungry!
“You’ve got to lose some weight!” his mother said, moving in to pinch the roll of fat above his waist. Manny twisted out of her reach, but she stepped toward him again, raising herself on tiptoe to pull on his thick shoulder length of unruly curls. “And do something about this mop. Get a haircut!”
I’m 21, not fucking 12!
He turned his attention from his mother to the giant aquarium – it was something to look at - and through glass, water and swimming lobsters, he caught a glimpse of the largest breasts he had ever seen. A woman was bending down, examining the tank from behind large sunglasses, and waves of her breast flesh swelled, bobbed and rolled inside the red beaded cowl of her top.
Take me now!
“What did you say, dear?”
Manny hadn’t realized that he’d spoken aloud.
“I’m going to check out the crustaceans,” Manny informed his Mom, with all the bravado he could muster.
“Go ahead, son,” his Dad said. “I didn’t think there’d be a line-up this early.”
Manny walked toward the woman, wishing he was one of those blonde surfer dudes instead of the overweight nerd that he was. But the Beast could still look at Beauty and her image had attached itself to his eyes like a pair of contact lenses. Her pendulous orbs and unending cleavage eclipsed everything else from view and the closer he got, the bigger her tits looked.
I’ve fuckin’ died and gone to heaven.
The woman stood up just as he reached the tank and, in that moment, Manny could see that her whole was even more impressive than the sum of her parts. She walked with a model’s swagger in her high heels and black jeans and a jazzy red cell phone was pressed to her ear. Manny’s heart was beating so hard and fast that he was afraid she might hear it, that’s if it didn’t burst right out of his bloody chest and kill him first.
“Are you ready for me?” Manny heard her ask.
More ready than you could ever imagine.
He watched as she dashed through the main dining room, her tight ass tipping from side to side and her voluminous breasts bulging and swaying on both sides of her slim torso. Manny’s heart broke as she disappeared from view and he rejoined his parents like a man sentenced to therapy when all he wanted was his drug.
He cased the dining room. At five-thirty, The Shack was packed with early birds, out for the meal deals early enough to be back home in time for their favourite eight o’clock television show. He looked across to the terrace. The sun blazed toward the sea, painting the sky with a perfect crimson, orange and pink blush while a cool ocean breeze displaced the dense humidity left in the wake of the day’s intense heat. Manny had been right to resist his mother’s push for him to wear a suit and tie. Both of his parents were overdressed for this rustic place and he felt really comfy in his black jeans and V-necked T-shirt, especially since Beauty was wearing jeans, too.
Where is she?
She was nowhere in sight, but everywhere in his mind. Girls like that were so out of his league that all he could do was file them under Masturbatory Images & Dreams. Already, she’d so aroused him that his tingling balls were threatening to explode and he’d have given anything just to gaze at her and at them again. He’d get his parents to drop him home after dinner and she’d be there, inside his head and ready for action. That he could control. That was the best he could hope for.
You ain't nothin' but a
hound dog
Elvis was singing in his head and wouldn’t shut up.
You ain't nothin' but a
hound dog
The line was moving faster. Manny checked the room again, but didn’t see her anywhere. Two bowed silver heads caught his attention. Their hands were clasped in prayer, their frail bodies pressed close. They’d chosen to share one side of a booth and, after a minute or so, they turned to each other and kissed, pressing their thin lips tight, their eyes closed to those around them. She marked him with her red lipstick and, after fumbling in her handbag, wiped his lips with a sparkling white lace handkerchief and slightly trembling fingers. Their eyes were locked and liquid with love. Everything about them moved Manny and he wondered what his parents would be like at their age.
A guy can hope.
“This is ridiculous! How long are we going to have to wait?” his mother grumbled again.
His Dad’s response was to pull his wife into him and whisper in her ear. Her face softened and Manny hoped that his father’s cock was at least semi-hard and that she’d felt it. That he’d talked real dirty in her ear and that she’d felt that, too. His Mom had always been too concerned with appearances, too unplugged, and his father was more bent and sad and worn than Manny remembered. Dad had always had more than one job and still taught at the high school, tutoring tirelessly most nights and weekends to make enough money to keep his mother at home and Manny in college. Manny was worried about him and decided, right there and then, to do something about it. He’d work and help out for a year or two or three, before continuing on to his masters. He’d insist that his Dad come home after school and relax for a change.
“Come with me, sir.”
“Hello Charles, nice to see you,” his father said, pumping the maître d’s hand.
His Dad’s students were everywhere and this one moved them straight to the front of the line. Manny trailed behind his parents, smiling as he passed the elderly lovers who were sharing bits of each other’s specials and they smiled back. His father had his arm around his mother and kept bumping into her, nudging her hip. She tried to look stern, but the coquettish twinkle in her eye and pucker of her lips gave her away. Dad had always known how to handle her.
“Enjoy your meal,” Charles said, seating his mother in her chair.
“Lovely,” his father said, glancing across the table at his wife and then out to sea, “I speak of both you and the view.”
“Not from where I’m sitting,” his wife snorted, nodding her head toward a table that sat in a tiny alcove. “These young girls show no decorum. We’d never expose our breasts like that, especially if they were that size.”
“Now we’re here to have a nice meal and that young lady is dressed like most young people these days. We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Let’s have a drink, dear?”
“I’d like a glass of white wine, but some people ought to dress properly, if they’re planning to dine in public.”
As his father signalled a waiter, Manny checked out the alcove and that was the end of life as he knew it. There she was! Her huge tinted glasses hid her eyes, but not her luscious, full, raspberry-coloured lips. Her wide jaw implied strength, but the cascade of silken raven curls running past her shoulders and willy-nilly over her gargantuan tits reminded Manny of a wildcat in captivity, as dangerous as she was beautiful. The waiter had bought her what looked like a martini and she was the picture of animation as she studied the menu, pointing out item after item. The enchanted waiter gazed down at her from an angle that Manny envied with all his throbbing heart and cock.
“Stop staring, Manny,” his mother chided. “That’s all that young woman is after … cheap thrills!”
Manny noticed that his mother’s cheeks were rouged with annoyance and was relieved when a waiter appeared over his shoulder.
“We’ll have a carafe of your house white,” Manny’s father said.
“I’ll have a martini,” Manny said.
“You’re not sharing our wine?” his mother asked.
“Maybe later,” Manny said.
“Since when have you been drinking hard liquor?” she persisted.
The girl was looking in his direction and Manny was embarrassed at the fuss his Mom was making.
“How would you like that, sir? Straight up? Rocks?”
The girl across the way clasped, inverted and stretched her hands above her head, causing her converging boobs to expand and shake like two giant bowls of creamy jelly-flesh. Manny watched, mesmerized. She unclasped her fingers deliberately, allowing her arms to drift gracefully down to the table before she sipped her drink. She then plucked her toothpick from the glass, raised it to her mouth, and ran her tongue lazily over four speared olives before wrapping her lips over one and pulling it into her mouth.
“Straight up with an olive,” Manny said, grinning foolishly.
“Since when have you been drinking Martini’s?” his mother asked.
“Certainly since tonight,” his father answered. “Now, what do I have to do to get my wife’s attention?”
Manny’s father reached for his mother’s hand and brought it to his lips, spreading and kissing each finger with lingering care.
“Behave yourself, Clint!”
“Don’t behave yourself, Claire!”
Manny’s mother took back her hand, but her nostrils had flared with interest and her breathing had become laboured. She’d been captured in his Dad’s net and foreplay had already begun.
Nice going, Dad.
Their waiter, brought drinks. He placed a martini in front of Manny, before pouring wine for his parents. Manny’s attention was drawn back to the alcove. The woman took off her shades, looked straight at Manny and raised her glass. A thrilled Manny raised his. He managed to control his shaking hand, but had to shift in his seat to accommodate the bourgeoning erection that was stretching the fabric of his jeans. Erotic currents surged through his body and Manny felt deliriously happy. He longed to caress himself, but he didn’t want to masturbate. He wanted to be used by her. To be sucked and fucked by her.
Keep dreaming.
Her tits looked even bigger, now that she was seated, and her river of cleavage ran past the table’s edge and onto her lap. Without her glasses, she looked much younger than Manny had first thought, not a minute older than seventeen, but her every move had the self assurance of an older woman. He watched her raise her glass to her lips and pause, as if waiting for something - or someone.
Pick up your glass, dummy!
Manny wanted to, but he didn’t trust that he was reading her signal correctly and he was desperate not to make a fool of himself. But then she smiled, her lips slightly apart, her tongue slowly tracing their outline. Manny’s cock oozed liquid and it felt so good that his face flushed and his mouth ran dry. He lifted the glass to his lips and waited. After a few seconds, she took a sip and so did he. He hated the taste, but that somehow added to the excitement of carrying on this flirtation right under his parents’ noses.
“You’re pretty quiet,” his Mom said. “What are your plans now that you’ve graduated?”
Manny watched his Dad glance toward the girl and back to his wife, the movements of his head and eyes almost imperceptible. An expression crossed his Dad’s face that Manny had never seen before, but recognized. It was the primitive and unvarnished lust that came with the siren’s call, the zipless fuck that had no caring except for its own satisfaction. The girl’s waiter was filling her table with enough food for four: a biscuit basket, salad bowl, and an impressive surf and turf platter. The guy wore the same horny dog face that his father had worn, but Manny was pleased to see that his Dad’s attention had returned to his wife and his mien had resumed that of the calm and ever dutiful husband. The girl picked a giant shrimp from the platter and began to nibble, still engaged in conversation with her bewitched garçon.
Don’t go getting jealous. You don’t even know that girl!
But he was jealous of any man who was turned on by her blatant and daring sexuality: the waiter who was now walking away, grinning to beat the band, his Dad, and the pimply teen gawking at her from a nearby table.
“Tonight’s not a night for plans,” his Dad said, reaching for his Mom’s hand again. “Just let the boy be.”
“I’m going to get a job,” Manny said, running his hand through his curly head, as the girl put down her shrimp, wiped her hands on a napkin, got up and headed straight for their table.
“Manny,” she gushed. “Don’t you recognize me? I met you up at the college when I was visiting my cousin Freddie.” She had moved behind his mother and was winking broadly over her head. She didn’t seem to care that Manny’s father was looking right at her. “We can catch up. I’ve ordered much more food than I can eat. I’m a real piggy.”
“Actually, we’re having a family . . .” his Mom started.
“Why don’t you young people run along,” his Dad said, “I’d love some alone time with my bride.”
“Don’t be silly, Clint,” his mother protested, but Manny stumbled to his feet, hoping above hope that his now giant hard-on would go unnoticed.
“Bring your drink.” The girl grabbed his hand like an old friend. “I asked the waiter about you,” she whispered, as soon as they were away from the table. “You looked like you needed rescuing and I didn’t feel like eating alone. Now, sit and enjoy!”
Her massive tits bounced as she sat. He could hear waves crashing against rock and the air smelled of salt, food and flowers. He looked at the banquet spread in front of them and at her slender frame. She giggled and the sound was tinkling and light, but her eyes were smoky with passion. She’d lied with the casual irresponsibility of a lesser politician but underneath, Manny sensed a more seasoned motive. She was a mass of contradictions and Manny was falling senselessly in love with each incongruity.
“Here, try this,” she said, feeding him a plump grilled jumbo shrimp. Manny’s lips touched her fingers, she smiled and he smiled back.
“So my waiter, CC, tells me that you’re just back from school and a Rhodes Scholar at that. I love brains and you’re so cute. You remind me of that dude on Lost. Have you seen it? It’s been running forever.”
“No. I hardly ever watch television.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t have much time for sex either. Are you a virgin?”
Manny couldn’t believe where the conversation had gone and so quickly. It both stimulated and frightened him. “I’m no virgin,” he said.
“Me either,” she said. “Why did you pick such a faraway university?”
“I wanted to see Europe and it’s easy to get to from Oxford.”
“Good thinking. I went to high school in Geneva and got to see Europe. We’ll have to trade stories sometime.”
Sometime? Was she opening the door for another date?
The girl fed him a chicken wing and put a grainy roll on his plate. Manny decided that this was the best food he’d ever eaten.
“So . . . how did you get on? What are the Brits like? The women?”
“In general, I found them thoughtful, helpful and full of humour. I don’t know about the women though. I didn’t have time to date.”
“Spent most of your time studying, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Me, too, but at least we got to travel and meet people, see new things. Now, all we have to do is find our MIA sex life.” She threw back her head and laughed, but suddenly stopped and placed her enormous shades back on. She stared past Manny, still speaking. “By the way, my name’s Tandy. And you’re Manny.”
Manny could see his own reflection in her sun glasses and found it very disconcerting. He could no longer read her brown eyes and he had no idea what had grabbed her attention away from them.
“You really look like that guy on Lost?” Tandy reached across the table and ruffled Manny’s hair. He didn’t know what Lost was, but he was glad she was back. He could feel her nails on his scalp and the delicious tingling transmitted itself straight to his balls. His excitement surged and he could feel pre-cum oozing from his cock head. He was glad to be sitting, grateful that his huge and bourgeoning hard-on was hidden under the table. “Hurley!” she exclaimed triumphantly, bouncing up and down in her chair, her bountiful orbs bouncing and jiggling right along with the rest of her. “He’s the guy on Lost and you’re his Cutie-Petutie twin.” Tandy had knitted her hands behind her head and was moving her torso side to side in some kind of twisty-waist exercise. Manny stared at her swinging breasts as though they were a hypnotist’s watch. He was already under their spell and couldn’t ever remember being so happy or helpless. He’d never been this close to a woman with big tits. Tandy took off her glasses again and looked straight at Manny. “It’s hopeless! I’m under the microscope. I don’t think your mother trusts her little boy with the likes of me.”
Manny had his back to his parents, but he could read his mother’s disapproval in Tandy’s frown. He was so drawn to this child/woman that he’d have done anything not to have their togetherness disturbed.
“You know Moms. Just ignore her,” Manny said.
“Easy for you to say,” Tandy said, getting up, and holding out her hand to Manny. “She’s not shooting daggers at you.” Manny took her hand and blushed, as she checked his crotch before leading him the few feet to the edge of the terrace. “Down there is a perfect spot for a picnic. See where the hammocks are?”
Manny looked. The sandy beach was lit by intermittent lanterns and stars. A thatched roof bar rose up a few feet off the shore and hammocks and lounge chairs dotted the beach.
“That’s all part of the hotel,” Manny said. “It’s private property.” As much as he wanted to escape with Tandy, he had no wish to be hauled off to jail by the hotel guards.
“No worries,” Tandy said, “that section is closed off at night.”
She rubbed her hand over his ass as they walked back to the table and again laughed that tinkling laugh that made her sound like she was twelve. Manny was charmed.
Don’t stop. Your hand feels so good.
“Why don’t you run over and tell your parents that we’re going to split,” she said, before he could sit. “You can’t keep your eyes off my tits and it’s really turning me on. I want to be alone with you.”
She picked up her phone and dialled: Hey CC, would you mind packing up my table. I have company and we’re going to have a picnic . . . That would be real sweet of you. Thanks.
Manny stared at Tandy, as she started to make another call. He couldn’t believe his luck.
“Run along,” she said, waving Manny away. “We might as well go somewhere private where we can enjoy our dinner and each other.”
Manny rose like an automaton and moved toward his parent’s table.
“Tandy and I are going to have a picnic on the beach,” he blurted out.
“No, you’re not,” his mother said. “You hardly know that girl. I don’t think you should be going anywhere with her.”
“The boy’s been taking care of himself for four years without our help, dear. Run along, Manny, and have fun!” His father winked at him, just as Tandy had done.
“It’ll be alright, Mom,” Manny said. “She’s really very nice.”
“Just because her father owns this place is no reason for her to carry on like she does,” Mom continued. “She’s a slut!”
“I should hope,” Manny muttered, “but she’s not. Did you say her father owns this place?”
“Your mother asked our waiter about her,” his Dad said. “Apparently her family also owns the hotel next door.”
“I didn’t know,” Manny said.
“It hardly matters,” his Dad said. “You just enjoy yourself, son. You’ve got your key. We’ll see you at home.”
Manny crossed paths with the waiter who had gathered their supper and was hustling out of the dining room. Manny had never met anyone like Tandy. She was a whirlwind unto herself, a truly free spirit, and he felt much better knowing that they wouldn’t really be trespassing on the hotel grounds. Manny liked the feel of her wind beneath his wings. Maybe she’d teach the nerd in him to fly. He sure hoped so.
“Let’s go,” Tandy said. “We’ll pick up our basket at the take-out station.”
Manny followed obediently behind her and was shocked when Tandy stopped at his parents’ table.
“My name’s Tandy,” she said, extending her hand to Manny’s Mom. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
Tandy’s hand was left hanging out to dry and Manny watched time turn in on itself and stand stock still.
“Claire,” Manny’s Dad exclaimed, when his motionless wife continued to stare off into the distance, refusing to even acknowledge Tandy’s presence.
Oh no!
Manny felt like he was in a movie, but he wasn’t the leading man. He was an invisible man watching a tiny pot boil, a cheap pot holding too little water. Soon steam would give way to the rancid smell of burning metal and all would be lost.
He watched his Dad jump up, reach for Tandy’s hand, and pump it vigorously. “It’s very nice to meet you, Tandy. Very nice.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Tandy said, before turning back to Manny’s Mom. Her big, warm brown eyes had morphed into slate cold and narrow slits. “I’m more than these breasts that God so generously gave me and I’m sick of being judged by women like you. I’m twenty and I’ve just graduated magna cum laude from an Ivy League university with a degree in Poli-Sci and Ec. What are your scholarship credentials, Claire?”
Tandy stood legs apart, hands on hips, glaring down at Manny’s mother whom she’d just called Claire. Manny’s cock shrunk and his now sweating palms cooled at an unnatural rate.
“How dare you?” Claire sputtered.
“How dare you?” Tandy shot back. “You’ve been staring at me and slagging me off ever since you got here. Why?”
“I haven’t said anything about you! I have no interest in you!” Claire snarled.
“Let’s see … What have you said?” Tandy held up her hand and used her fingers to count down the evidence. “I show no decorum! I’m looking for cheap thrills. I’m a slut! And that’s just for starters!”
“This isn’t getting us anywhere. Why don’t you kids run along?” Dad said.
Manny’s father would have gladly traversed the globe for a quiet life. His mother craved attention, compliments and, if Chris Rock was right, the occasional pair of shoes. Right now, neither of them was getting what they needed.
“Sit down, Manny,” his Mom ordered, “I’ve had enough of this. You’re going nowhere with that girl.”
Could this get any worse?
“My Mom wouldn’t say those things,” Manny said.
“Your Mom didn’t tell you that I was looking for cheap thrills?” Tandy asked. She dismissed Manny; she wasn’t finished with Claire. “If you want to start a judging war, lady, I’m your girl!”
Manny felt sorry for his Mom. She’d made it through their local Teacher’s College and was qualified to teach early grades, but she’d never entered the work force. Right now, she looked pale and shaken, as though she were about to faint, and that upset Manny terribly.
“Just sit down, Manny. Be your Mommy’s good little boy.” And with that, Tandy turned on her heel and headed for the main dining room, leaving Claire, Manny and his Dad gaping at one another is astonished silence. Manny felt like he’d been dropped in a vat of boiling misery.
“Go ahead, Manny, catch up with her,” his Dad said. “I’ll take care of things here.”
“How can I after what she accused Mom of . . .?”
“I have no idea how she knows, but your Mom did say those things,” his father interrupted him.
Manny couldn’t begin to read the look on his mother’s face, but his father’s expression, a weird mix of amazement, amusement and chagrin, changed to pure sympathy when he looked at his wife. Manny didn’t know what to say, but his cock told him what to do. He pulled himself together in a rush, and dashed after Tandy. The last thing Manny saw was his Dad holding his Mom’s hands and talking into her brimming eyes.
Way to go, Dad.
Manny didn’t want to think about his parents. He focussed on the fast moving twitch of Tandy’s ass and her tits that swayed side to side, seducing him anew. He was terrified that she’d reject him because, by then, he was so smitten that he would have wiped her ass for life, if it meant he could stay close enough to worship her magnificent breasts. He didn’t catch up to her until she was at the take-out window.
“Parents have to be handled or they’ll handle you,” she spoke over her shoulder, as if she’d expected him to follow her, and Manny sighed loudly, his relief palpable.
“Did you have to cut so deep?” Manny asked.
“By the time I’m our parents’ age, I hope to have some wisdom on my side. But, for now . . . I’ve had to fight people judging me and hating me because of my tits all my life. Especially women! And they should know better.”
Tandy asked for their order and slumped over the counter.
“How did you know what my Mom said to my Dad?”
“Otosclerosis runs in my family. I’m okay now, but I could eventually become deaf so I’m preparing myself, just in case. I read your Mom’s lips.”
She was matter of fact, brave and yet, vulnerable and Manny realized that he’d stop at nothing to protect this woman from hurt and pain. Trembling, he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. She reached back and grabbed onto it, pulling it over her shoulder, pulling him stumbling into her. He could feel his growing cock pressing into her ass, feel her spongy, firm breasts pressing around his captured arm and he thought he was going to come.
“Oh God,” he breathed into her neck.
“Oh yes,” she said, twisting around, facing him, her huge breasts trapped and spreading across his chest.
Her eyes were round, moist and quizzical. She stared at Manny intently, as though he were some other being, some creature she’d never experienced.
“My Teddy Bear,” she sighed.
Her pink tongue snaked from behind her plump ruby lips to trace first his upper and then lower lips. Manny squeezed her tighter, desperate for more closeness. She found the entrance between his lips and entered slowly. Manny felt his mouth water and his tongue begin a mating ritual over which he had no control. There was no world outside, only breasts and cock and tongues, pussy and desperate mashing lips. She was moving sensuously against him and he snapped. He pressed her back against the wall, roughly driving his bulge into her. He groaned as he devoured her with his mouth, his hands groping and twisting her perfect ass. He moaned as he surged, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Here you go!”
The voice was too loud and stern to be ignored. Manny released her and Tandy twisted toward the window again. Her waiter was standing, basket in hand, his face now a mask of impatience, horniness and envy.
“Thank you, kind sir,” Tandy said, the picture of coquettish charm. Manny watched the waiter melt right before his eyes.
“My pleasure,” CC said.
Tandy passed Manny their basket. “Follow me,” she said, and it was Manny’s turn to melt.
Tandy didn’t go anywhere.
“Put that down,” she said, as soon as the waiter was out of sight.
“What?” Manny asked, confused but eager to please.
“The basket, Teddy Bear,” she said, leaning back against the wall. “Now where were we?”
Manny looked around. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, but the dining room was packed with possible witnesses. He looked back at Tandy, at her heaving chest, her heavy drooping tits and moving seductive hips and he didn’t care who saw them. She was waiting. He dropped their feast and took her in his arms.
“I want my Teddy Bear,” she whispered in his ear.
She ground her hips into him, massaging his enormous cock. Manny couldn’t breathe. His nipples had grown long and tingled, as if they were trying to penetrate her spongy, soft humongous breasts. She moved her knee between his legs, raising it to urge and prod his crotch.
“Don’t,” Manny breathed. “Stop or I’ll come.”
“Oh God,” Tandy said, her voice hoarse, her knee still insistently caressing Manny’s cock and balls. She couldn’t reach her pussy, so she reached into her top, between fabric and hot flesh. She squeezed and twisted her sensitive nipple. “I can’t stop. I’m coming, too!”
Tandy threw back her head, biting her lower lip to strangle the cry of ecstasy that threatened to explode out of her. She swooned into Manny as she orgasmed, tiny mewls whimpering out of her.
Manny watched her hand grasping her tit and nipples, her contorted expression becoming more and more aroused and he buried his face in her neck, as an earthquake of pleasure shook his body and an explosion of hot, thick cum spilled and spilled into his briefs and jeans.
They clung to each other, grateful for the wall, as their bodies lurched and trembled in the throes of their powerful orgasms.
“That was the best,” she said, “much better than doing it myself. I lied about not being a virgin.”
“Me, too,” Manny said, kissing her face and ears, neck and throat.
Manny had never been skinny dipping until that night or felt so close to another human. They found a secluded cavern and touched each other, felt each other tremble. He’d never kissed a pussy before, opened its lips and sucked its juices and flesh, until liquid dribbled down his chin from her ripe and juicy fruit. And he loved her groans of pleasure, loved making her come again.
Manny had never felt his cock licked and sucked until the pleasure spread over every inch of his skin and along every nerve in his body. Until he came again, she swallowed and he felt mad and passionate love.
“I’ll have to make it up to your mother, no matter what it takes,” she said, as they strolled toward the cabana that was hers for the summer.
“As long as it’s after we eat. I’m starving!”
It didn’t take long for Tandy to nuke their dinner which they ate as they talked, until there was nothing left but bones and wonderful plans for their summer.
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