21-05-2021, 02:12 PM
Chapter 7
Jen fumbled with her keyboard. She couldn't concentrate. She hated her job, marketing assistant in a big multinational. Her dream had been to dance, but she'd given that up when she married Mike. She couldn't stop thinking about Ralph and the day before. She'd been teasing Mike when she'd gushed about how great a body Ralph had, and how adorably cute he'd looked right out of the shower. But really it was all true. He was soooooo hot. It bothered her he'd had a date. Hadn't he just separated from Alicia? What was he doing going on a date so soon? With practically a teenager no less! Jen didn't know if she was bothered more by Sophie's age, or her big breasts.
In retrospect, Jen remembered how Ralph was always surrounded by girls at his gym. Almost always they were cut in the same mold: young and curvy, pretty with short dark hair, and big breasts. It annoyed her to no end how so many men salivated over big mammary glands. Didn't they realize how gravity worked? In 10 years Sophie's would be sagging down to her belly button, whereas her small tits would still be perky and perfect. And what was Ralph's thing about brunettes? Didn't he know blondes had more fun?
The problem was, Ralph was exactly like the hunky guys she always pined over and dated in high college and college. That had stopped when she met Mike, but Mike wasn't helping any with his kinky fantasies and the way he brought up Ralph all the time.
The next Sunday Jen wore a conservative knee length dress and heels, as well as a full coverage bra and pantyhose. She'd decided she wouldn't tease Ralph anymore. While she liked him a lot and wanted to continue their friendship, she thought platonic would be better.
At church Mike and Jen sat next to Ralph and his kids. Mike expected to see Alicia. He'd heard she was back, and even thought they were still separated, he assumed she'd attend church with her kids. But she didn't show up.
For once, Jen didn't have Jamie on her lap. Her focus seemed to be on the pastor's sermon. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed men sneaking peaks at her. It was always that way, and it wasn't just her beauty. She had an air about her, an elegant ballerina sitting in a pew. Of course, a lot of it WAS her looks. Her face was flat out gorgeous, and she regularly wore wet silky lipstick that made it hard to take your eyes off her mouth. Her natural blonde hair was lush and long. Mike would rather she grow it longer, but Jen had limits because long hair was harder to deal with than short hair. So they had an inside joke, called the "bra-strap" length. During the summer, Jen could wear her hair shorter, but it had to at least hit her bra strap. Jen often joked, "what do you want me to do, take off my blouse so Danny can make sure not to cut above my bra strap?" Danny was her stylist, and her suggestion might be exciting except he was gay.
Jen shifted and crossed her legs, and a dozen pairs of male eyes followed her movement. Mike wondered sometimes if his wife knew her full impact on men. Sure, she noticed men looking. She was a natural flirt and liked the attention. But he doubted she noticed all the subtle male looks going her way all the time. And then there were the little things. Like right now, with her left leg crossed over her right, Mike watched as Jen arched her left foot. A few times he'd seen her dangle her high heel off her toe on purpose, when she was intentionally trying to tease. But now, as she arched her foot, she wasn't doing that to tease, she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. But seeing her pretty stocking clad foot slightly arch out of her high heel, it was incredibly erotic.
Mike noticed Ralph stealing glances at his wife. Clearly Ralph was captivated by her long legs and pretty feet. By the way Ralph acted, Mike could tell Jen had him wrapped around her little finger, and the thought got him so hard it hurt. The idea of Jen having sex with Ralph – a married man – aroused him to no end. Especially if Ralph and Alicia ultimately got back together, because then Ralph would think of Jen whenever he had sex with Alicia.
Two weeks later Mike packed for another business trip. "Why don't you call Ralph while I'm away," he said with a lustful smile. "You could bring over dinner."
Jen scoffed. "Mike, I told you what happened last time. Ralph likes busty teenagers. Besides, he's our friend now. I don't want to play games with him. Real life is one thing, the game is something else and I want to keep them separate."
"Well, just think about it," he said disappearing into her closet, and then emerging a few minutes later and dropping a small bundle of clothes on the bed. "If you decide to go, wear this. Email me a picture, okay?"
Jen rolled her eyes and didn't even touch the clothes to see what he'd picked out. He laughed. An hour later he was on his way to the airport.
She tried not to think about her husband's idea, but it kept creeping into her head. Why did he have to keep pushing her with Ralph? Finally, she picked up her phone but hesitated at dialing. "I'll make a casserole and bring it over, he and the kids will probably be happy to have a home cooked meal instead of Dominos again," she thought. "I'll only stay for a little while, and just go with what I have on now, I won't change into Mike's outfit." Satisfied with the deal she'd made with herself, she dialed Ralph's number.
"Hello?" Ralph answered. Jen's heart did a flip at hearing Ralph's deep masculine voice.
"Um, hi, um, it's me," she said nervously. She chided herself for sounding so idiotic and quickly added, "I mean, it's me, Jen, you know, from church." She squeezed her eyes shut trying to control her nervousness. " Mike just left on a trip," she finally got out, "and, well, if you and the kids aren't busy, I thought I could bring something over for dinner."
"Hey Jen!" Ralph said enthusiastically. "I'm so happy you called! This is Alicia's weekend with the kids. I was thinking about going out for dinner. Do you want to come?"
"Well ... yeah, I guess. Should I meet you there?"
"No, absolutely not, I'll come pick you up, no sense having 2 cars. How about at 8?"
"Um, okay, 8 is good."
"Great! Hey Jen, I'm really glad you called. See you."
Jen hung up the phone, feeling dumbstruck. She hadn't expected that. She got up and looked in the mirror. She had on jeans and a Penn State hoodie. She'd forgotten to ask Ralph where they were going, but most likely if she didn't change she'd be under dressed wherever they went. At least, that was her excuse as she started thinking about what to change into.
She looked through what Mike had laid out. A brown cashmere sweater, brown flared wool skirt and off-white wool cable knit tights. The skirt was really short, but they'd be okay with the tights underneath. No bra or panties (how predictable!), but he'd included a lacy camisole (she'd need it because the sweater was loosely woven). He'd also picked out her brown ballet flats, the ones with satin ribbons that tied around her ankles (not what she'd have picked, but at least not 4 inch fuck me pumps). Jen was surprised, she thought Mike would've picked out a sluttier outfit, but this one was okay, almost ... college girlish. After showering, she put on the outfit, blow dried and brushed her hair and did her makeup, then took a picture of herself and emailed it to Mike. "We're going out to dinner," she said in the message. "Have fun playing with little Mikie. LOL!"
"Hi" Ralph said when Jen opened the door. He gave her a quick up and down look. She couldn't read his impression. He'd probably hoped she'd wear a tight see thought top and micro mini, or something like that. Well, too bad, they were just going out as friends. She picked up her lipstick, ID and credit card, but then realized she didn't have any place to put them. She didn't want to bring a purse (she was notorious for losing things). "Could you hold these for me?" she asked, and Ralph gladly took the items and put them in his pocket. Walking to his car, he opened the door for her and she slid into the car, crossing her long legs.
He drove downtown but he kept getting lost, making silly wrong turns. "Are you okay?" Jen asked.
"Yeah ... yeah," he said distracted. He found it hard to concentrate with Jen sitting next to him dressed like she was.
"Well – you said we were going to the Starlight Club? I think you turn here."
"Oh yeah, that's right."
They parked and the maître-d led them to a table. As Ralph followed Jen his heart pounded, his eyes looking from her blonde hair to her tight ass and then down her long shapely legs. He'd never been out with a girl so beautiful. He'd seen her dressed a lot of different ways – in church and work clothes, clubbing outfits, casual jeans. But he'd never seen her like this, dressed, well, like an angel. He knew she was 27, but in this outfit she looked much younger, like an innocent coed. He pounded down 1 beer, and then another, hoping the alcohol would calm his nerves.
"Are you okay?" Jen asked seeing him drink so fast.
He nodded, and the alcohol did help. Pretty soon they were talking and laughing about everything, just like before. Both were thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
"So how is Sophie?" Jen asked, an impish grin on her face. "How old is she anyway? 21?"
"I'll have you know she's 22."
"Oh, that's sooooo much better," Jen said laughing. "Seriously Ralph, where do you even go to meet 22 year olds? Do you crash college frat parties?"
"Noooo," he said acting indignant. "I met her at the gym."
"Ahhh, " Jen said. Now that Ralph mentioned it, she remembered seeing Sophie there. "Soooo ... are you dating a lot of girls from the gym?"
"A few, but I wouldn't say I'm actually dating any of them."
"Oh I get it," Jen said giggling. "You're just sleeping with them."
Ralph grinned awkwardly. He didn't deny it, so Jen knew she was right.
"So what about you?" he asked wanting to change the subject. "Exactly what do you and Mike do? He said you're not really swingers."
Jen felt uncomfortable talking about it, but she knew turnabout was fair play. "I don't know," she started nervously, "I mean, well, it's hard to describe. I mean, it's not really hard to describe, but ..." She covered her blushing face with her hands and laughed nervously. "Do we really have to talk about this?"
"Come on, tell me, what do you do?" he urged her. "Mike watches you -- do what? How does it work?"
"Well ...," Jen said. "Usually I just sit alone, and Mike's someplace watching, and, well, guys come up to me."
That didn't surprise Ralph at all, she was gorgeous after all, but a part of him wanted to see it in action. "So show me how it works."
"What?" Jen asked uncomprehending.
"Go to the bar over there. I'll sit some place and watch."
"You're kidding?" Jen said, giving him a "what the fuck" look.
Ralph grinned. "No, come on, I want to see for myself."
Jen didn't like his presumptuous attitude, and felt he was making fun of her. "Well, maybe I don't want to," she said testily.
"Why not?" Ralph asked challengingly. He didn't know why, but he felt bothered and angry. "Does it only work when you're dressed like a cheap whore, like that time I saw you with a guy's hand up your skirt?" He knew it was a cheap shot, and regretted it as soon as he said it, but his anger still burned so hot he didn't apologize.
Jen's face went from shock, to hurt, to anger. "Fine," she said coldly. She held out her hand. "Can I have my lipstick please?" Ralph reached into his pocket and handled the small tube to her. She fixed her lipstick, Ralph's cock growing as he watched her purse her lips. He took out her credit card so she'd be able to pay the cover and buy drinks, but she said without emotion, "I won't need that." Without saying another word Jen got up and went into the bar. He saw the bouncer look her up and down and wave her in, not asking for the $40 cover charge.
Ralph gave her a minute and then followed her into the bar, paying the cover. The bar was crowded and smoky. He took a seat at a table a couple of rows away from the bar. He had a clear view of Jen. It didn't take long before men began approaching her. She politely sent them away until a handsome dark haired man approached. She let him buy her a drink, and soon was talking and laughing with him. He offered her a cigarette, and she accepted. Ralph was surprised, he didn't know Jen smoked, but then sometimes he had one or two in bars.
Ralph watched as the man touched her as they spoke, first on her arm and hand. Then he touched her knee briefly. Jen didn't touch him back, but she didn't stop him from touching her or pull away. Finally the man put his palm on her knee and left it there. Ralph watched as he began caressing her knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Still Jen didn't stop him. Finally when the man was an inch or so from her skirt, Jen said something to him. The man looked disappointed and tried to change her mind, but eventually he stood up and left. Ralph saw the man had a disappointed look on his face and a tent in his pants.
The man hadn't been gone long enough for his stool to cool before another man took his place. Ralph saw the process repeat, Jen letting the man buy her a drink, touch her up to a point, and then sending him away. He saw this happen again and again, and from the look of the crowd other men were getting ready for their chance with the beautiful blonde. Each time it happened Ralph got angrier and more bothered.
Finally enough was enough. After the latest man left he quickly approached. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said anger and annoyance in his voice.
Jen gave him a dazzling smile. "Wow cowboy, you don't waste any time, do you? Shouldn't you at least buy me a drink before asking me to go home with you?"
"Come on Jen, I'm not in the mood for games."
"Why not? Games are soooo much fun," she said with a wicked smile, running her finger along his chest. His breathing quickened at her touch. He hadn't seen her touch any of the other guys at all.
"You're drunk," Ralph said noticing her slurring her words.
"Am I?" she asked teasingly. "Are you my protector? Saving me from all those men who would take advantage of me? I think you deserve a kiss for that." Jen leaned over and kissed Ralph's cheek, running her hands over his chest. "You're so strong, I think you could protect me," she whispered huskily into his ear.
"Jen, come on," he said breathing hard.
"Oops," she said softly running her finger across his cheek to rub off the lipstick she'd left. Then she fixed her lipstick, taking her time, forming an O with her mouth and slowly applying the wet silky lipstick. Ralph couldn't take his eyes off her mouth.
"Jen, please ..."
"What's wrong, is it my chest?" she asked with a pout, arching her back as if putting her chest on display. "I know mine aren't big like Sophie's ..."
Ralph stared at Jen's chest. The weave of her sweater was so loose he could see right through to the camisole underneath. The camisole was tight and molded to her body, like a second skin over her breasts and hard nipples. Yes, they were small, but they looked so perfect and tantalizing. "Yours are perfect," he said admiringly.
Jen acted like she hadn't heard him. "Anyway, maybe there are some things about me that are nice," she said pressing the toe of her ballet slipper against his ankle. He looked down and saw her petite foot pressed against him, the satin ribbon sexily wrapped up her slim ankle and shapely calf.
"Jen, stop," he groaned, his erection feeling uncomfortable in his pants.
"Do you know what Mike likes to do? He likes me to show him how the men touched me. Would you like me to show you?" She took his hand and placed it on her knee.
"Jen, no," he said making as to pull his hand away, but he didn't try very hard and Jen kept hold of his hand.
"Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to see how it worked," she said with heavy lidded eyes. She brought his hand back to her knee. With her hand over his, she ran his hand up her thigh. Through the wool tights he felt her firm, toned thighs. "One man felt me here," she said slowly moving Ralph's hand along the inside of her thigh. "Another man reached under my skirt before I stopped him." She pulled his hand underneath her skirt until his fingertips almost touched her crotch. She left his hand there. He could practically feel the heat from her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she parted her legs slightly. Not much, but just enough that he could touch her pussy if he wanted to. He felt perspiration beading on his forehead, he'd never been so turned on.
She put her hand on his knee. "You know what happens next?" she whispered. She moved her hand up his leg. "Do you want to know?"
"Yeah," he said hoarsely.
Jen smiled, as if pleased Ralph wanted to know. Then her expression turned urgent. "After those men have touched me and gotten me so hot" -- she continued slowly running her hand up his thigh -- "Mike takes me home and fucks me." She put her palm over Ralph's erection, and very softly squeezed him. "Do you want to fuck me Ralph?"
Ralph didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up in a flash and practically dragged Jen from the bar. He registered the envious looks from all the men in the bar. In the car he drove home like a maniac. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst through his pants. Just then he felt Jen's head in his lap. She's so horny she's going down on me right here! He braced himself for her mouth, he knew he'd cum as soon as he felt her lush lips around him. But after a few moments he realized she wasn't doing anything. "Jen?" he asked touching her head. He didn't hear anything except her steady breathing. She'd passed out.
Jen fumbled with her keyboard. She couldn't concentrate. She hated her job, marketing assistant in a big multinational. Her dream had been to dance, but she'd given that up when she married Mike. She couldn't stop thinking about Ralph and the day before. She'd been teasing Mike when she'd gushed about how great a body Ralph had, and how adorably cute he'd looked right out of the shower. But really it was all true. He was soooooo hot. It bothered her he'd had a date. Hadn't he just separated from Alicia? What was he doing going on a date so soon? With practically a teenager no less! Jen didn't know if she was bothered more by Sophie's age, or her big breasts.
In retrospect, Jen remembered how Ralph was always surrounded by girls at his gym. Almost always they were cut in the same mold: young and curvy, pretty with short dark hair, and big breasts. It annoyed her to no end how so many men salivated over big mammary glands. Didn't they realize how gravity worked? In 10 years Sophie's would be sagging down to her belly button, whereas her small tits would still be perky and perfect. And what was Ralph's thing about brunettes? Didn't he know blondes had more fun?
The problem was, Ralph was exactly like the hunky guys she always pined over and dated in high college and college. That had stopped when she met Mike, but Mike wasn't helping any with his kinky fantasies and the way he brought up Ralph all the time.
The next Sunday Jen wore a conservative knee length dress and heels, as well as a full coverage bra and pantyhose. She'd decided she wouldn't tease Ralph anymore. While she liked him a lot and wanted to continue their friendship, she thought platonic would be better.
At church Mike and Jen sat next to Ralph and his kids. Mike expected to see Alicia. He'd heard she was back, and even thought they were still separated, he assumed she'd attend church with her kids. But she didn't show up.
For once, Jen didn't have Jamie on her lap. Her focus seemed to be on the pastor's sermon. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed men sneaking peaks at her. It was always that way, and it wasn't just her beauty. She had an air about her, an elegant ballerina sitting in a pew. Of course, a lot of it WAS her looks. Her face was flat out gorgeous, and she regularly wore wet silky lipstick that made it hard to take your eyes off her mouth. Her natural blonde hair was lush and long. Mike would rather she grow it longer, but Jen had limits because long hair was harder to deal with than short hair. So they had an inside joke, called the "bra-strap" length. During the summer, Jen could wear her hair shorter, but it had to at least hit her bra strap. Jen often joked, "what do you want me to do, take off my blouse so Danny can make sure not to cut above my bra strap?" Danny was her stylist, and her suggestion might be exciting except he was gay.
Jen shifted and crossed her legs, and a dozen pairs of male eyes followed her movement. Mike wondered sometimes if his wife knew her full impact on men. Sure, she noticed men looking. She was a natural flirt and liked the attention. But he doubted she noticed all the subtle male looks going her way all the time. And then there were the little things. Like right now, with her left leg crossed over her right, Mike watched as Jen arched her left foot. A few times he'd seen her dangle her high heel off her toe on purpose, when she was intentionally trying to tease. But now, as she arched her foot, she wasn't doing that to tease, she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. But seeing her pretty stocking clad foot slightly arch out of her high heel, it was incredibly erotic.
Mike noticed Ralph stealing glances at his wife. Clearly Ralph was captivated by her long legs and pretty feet. By the way Ralph acted, Mike could tell Jen had him wrapped around her little finger, and the thought got him so hard it hurt. The idea of Jen having sex with Ralph – a married man – aroused him to no end. Especially if Ralph and Alicia ultimately got back together, because then Ralph would think of Jen whenever he had sex with Alicia.
Two weeks later Mike packed for another business trip. "Why don't you call Ralph while I'm away," he said with a lustful smile. "You could bring over dinner."
Jen scoffed. "Mike, I told you what happened last time. Ralph likes busty teenagers. Besides, he's our friend now. I don't want to play games with him. Real life is one thing, the game is something else and I want to keep them separate."
"Well, just think about it," he said disappearing into her closet, and then emerging a few minutes later and dropping a small bundle of clothes on the bed. "If you decide to go, wear this. Email me a picture, okay?"
Jen rolled her eyes and didn't even touch the clothes to see what he'd picked out. He laughed. An hour later he was on his way to the airport.
She tried not to think about her husband's idea, but it kept creeping into her head. Why did he have to keep pushing her with Ralph? Finally, she picked up her phone but hesitated at dialing. "I'll make a casserole and bring it over, he and the kids will probably be happy to have a home cooked meal instead of Dominos again," she thought. "I'll only stay for a little while, and just go with what I have on now, I won't change into Mike's outfit." Satisfied with the deal she'd made with herself, she dialed Ralph's number.
"Hello?" Ralph answered. Jen's heart did a flip at hearing Ralph's deep masculine voice.
"Um, hi, um, it's me," she said nervously. She chided herself for sounding so idiotic and quickly added, "I mean, it's me, Jen, you know, from church." She squeezed her eyes shut trying to control her nervousness. " Mike just left on a trip," she finally got out, "and, well, if you and the kids aren't busy, I thought I could bring something over for dinner."
"Hey Jen!" Ralph said enthusiastically. "I'm so happy you called! This is Alicia's weekend with the kids. I was thinking about going out for dinner. Do you want to come?"
"Well ... yeah, I guess. Should I meet you there?"
"No, absolutely not, I'll come pick you up, no sense having 2 cars. How about at 8?"
"Um, okay, 8 is good."
"Great! Hey Jen, I'm really glad you called. See you."
Jen hung up the phone, feeling dumbstruck. She hadn't expected that. She got up and looked in the mirror. She had on jeans and a Penn State hoodie. She'd forgotten to ask Ralph where they were going, but most likely if she didn't change she'd be under dressed wherever they went. At least, that was her excuse as she started thinking about what to change into.
She looked through what Mike had laid out. A brown cashmere sweater, brown flared wool skirt and off-white wool cable knit tights. The skirt was really short, but they'd be okay with the tights underneath. No bra or panties (how predictable!), but he'd included a lacy camisole (she'd need it because the sweater was loosely woven). He'd also picked out her brown ballet flats, the ones with satin ribbons that tied around her ankles (not what she'd have picked, but at least not 4 inch fuck me pumps). Jen was surprised, she thought Mike would've picked out a sluttier outfit, but this one was okay, almost ... college girlish. After showering, she put on the outfit, blow dried and brushed her hair and did her makeup, then took a picture of herself and emailed it to Mike. "We're going out to dinner," she said in the message. "Have fun playing with little Mikie. LOL!"
"Hi" Ralph said when Jen opened the door. He gave her a quick up and down look. She couldn't read his impression. He'd probably hoped she'd wear a tight see thought top and micro mini, or something like that. Well, too bad, they were just going out as friends. She picked up her lipstick, ID and credit card, but then realized she didn't have any place to put them. She didn't want to bring a purse (she was notorious for losing things). "Could you hold these for me?" she asked, and Ralph gladly took the items and put them in his pocket. Walking to his car, he opened the door for her and she slid into the car, crossing her long legs.
He drove downtown but he kept getting lost, making silly wrong turns. "Are you okay?" Jen asked.
"Yeah ... yeah," he said distracted. He found it hard to concentrate with Jen sitting next to him dressed like she was.
"Well – you said we were going to the Starlight Club? I think you turn here."
"Oh yeah, that's right."
They parked and the maître-d led them to a table. As Ralph followed Jen his heart pounded, his eyes looking from her blonde hair to her tight ass and then down her long shapely legs. He'd never been out with a girl so beautiful. He'd seen her dressed a lot of different ways – in church and work clothes, clubbing outfits, casual jeans. But he'd never seen her like this, dressed, well, like an angel. He knew she was 27, but in this outfit she looked much younger, like an innocent coed. He pounded down 1 beer, and then another, hoping the alcohol would calm his nerves.
"Are you okay?" Jen asked seeing him drink so fast.
He nodded, and the alcohol did help. Pretty soon they were talking and laughing about everything, just like before. Both were thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
"So how is Sophie?" Jen asked, an impish grin on her face. "How old is she anyway? 21?"
"I'll have you know she's 22."
"Oh, that's sooooo much better," Jen said laughing. "Seriously Ralph, where do you even go to meet 22 year olds? Do you crash college frat parties?"
"Noooo," he said acting indignant. "I met her at the gym."
"Ahhh, " Jen said. Now that Ralph mentioned it, she remembered seeing Sophie there. "Soooo ... are you dating a lot of girls from the gym?"
"A few, but I wouldn't say I'm actually dating any of them."
"Oh I get it," Jen said giggling. "You're just sleeping with them."
Ralph grinned awkwardly. He didn't deny it, so Jen knew she was right.
"So what about you?" he asked wanting to change the subject. "Exactly what do you and Mike do? He said you're not really swingers."
Jen felt uncomfortable talking about it, but she knew turnabout was fair play. "I don't know," she started nervously, "I mean, well, it's hard to describe. I mean, it's not really hard to describe, but ..." She covered her blushing face with her hands and laughed nervously. "Do we really have to talk about this?"
"Come on, tell me, what do you do?" he urged her. "Mike watches you -- do what? How does it work?"
"Well ...," Jen said. "Usually I just sit alone, and Mike's someplace watching, and, well, guys come up to me."
That didn't surprise Ralph at all, she was gorgeous after all, but a part of him wanted to see it in action. "So show me how it works."
"What?" Jen asked uncomprehending.
"Go to the bar over there. I'll sit some place and watch."
"You're kidding?" Jen said, giving him a "what the fuck" look.
Ralph grinned. "No, come on, I want to see for myself."
Jen didn't like his presumptuous attitude, and felt he was making fun of her. "Well, maybe I don't want to," she said testily.
"Why not?" Ralph asked challengingly. He didn't know why, but he felt bothered and angry. "Does it only work when you're dressed like a cheap whore, like that time I saw you with a guy's hand up your skirt?" He knew it was a cheap shot, and regretted it as soon as he said it, but his anger still burned so hot he didn't apologize.
Jen's face went from shock, to hurt, to anger. "Fine," she said coldly. She held out her hand. "Can I have my lipstick please?" Ralph reached into his pocket and handled the small tube to her. She fixed her lipstick, Ralph's cock growing as he watched her purse her lips. He took out her credit card so she'd be able to pay the cover and buy drinks, but she said without emotion, "I won't need that." Without saying another word Jen got up and went into the bar. He saw the bouncer look her up and down and wave her in, not asking for the $40 cover charge.
Ralph gave her a minute and then followed her into the bar, paying the cover. The bar was crowded and smoky. He took a seat at a table a couple of rows away from the bar. He had a clear view of Jen. It didn't take long before men began approaching her. She politely sent them away until a handsome dark haired man approached. She let him buy her a drink, and soon was talking and laughing with him. He offered her a cigarette, and she accepted. Ralph was surprised, he didn't know Jen smoked, but then sometimes he had one or two in bars.
Ralph watched as the man touched her as they spoke, first on her arm and hand. Then he touched her knee briefly. Jen didn't touch him back, but she didn't stop him from touching her or pull away. Finally the man put his palm on her knee and left it there. Ralph watched as he began caressing her knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Still Jen didn't stop him. Finally when the man was an inch or so from her skirt, Jen said something to him. The man looked disappointed and tried to change her mind, but eventually he stood up and left. Ralph saw the man had a disappointed look on his face and a tent in his pants.
The man hadn't been gone long enough for his stool to cool before another man took his place. Ralph saw the process repeat, Jen letting the man buy her a drink, touch her up to a point, and then sending him away. He saw this happen again and again, and from the look of the crowd other men were getting ready for their chance with the beautiful blonde. Each time it happened Ralph got angrier and more bothered.
Finally enough was enough. After the latest man left he quickly approached. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said anger and annoyance in his voice.
Jen gave him a dazzling smile. "Wow cowboy, you don't waste any time, do you? Shouldn't you at least buy me a drink before asking me to go home with you?"
"Come on Jen, I'm not in the mood for games."
"Why not? Games are soooo much fun," she said with a wicked smile, running her finger along his chest. His breathing quickened at her touch. He hadn't seen her touch any of the other guys at all.
"You're drunk," Ralph said noticing her slurring her words.
"Am I?" she asked teasingly. "Are you my protector? Saving me from all those men who would take advantage of me? I think you deserve a kiss for that." Jen leaned over and kissed Ralph's cheek, running her hands over his chest. "You're so strong, I think you could protect me," she whispered huskily into his ear.
"Jen, come on," he said breathing hard.
"Oops," she said softly running her finger across his cheek to rub off the lipstick she'd left. Then she fixed her lipstick, taking her time, forming an O with her mouth and slowly applying the wet silky lipstick. Ralph couldn't take his eyes off her mouth.
"Jen, please ..."
"What's wrong, is it my chest?" she asked with a pout, arching her back as if putting her chest on display. "I know mine aren't big like Sophie's ..."
Ralph stared at Jen's chest. The weave of her sweater was so loose he could see right through to the camisole underneath. The camisole was tight and molded to her body, like a second skin over her breasts and hard nipples. Yes, they were small, but they looked so perfect and tantalizing. "Yours are perfect," he said admiringly.
Jen acted like she hadn't heard him. "Anyway, maybe there are some things about me that are nice," she said pressing the toe of her ballet slipper against his ankle. He looked down and saw her petite foot pressed against him, the satin ribbon sexily wrapped up her slim ankle and shapely calf.
"Jen, stop," he groaned, his erection feeling uncomfortable in his pants.
"Do you know what Mike likes to do? He likes me to show him how the men touched me. Would you like me to show you?" She took his hand and placed it on her knee.
"Jen, no," he said making as to pull his hand away, but he didn't try very hard and Jen kept hold of his hand.
"Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to see how it worked," she said with heavy lidded eyes. She brought his hand back to her knee. With her hand over his, she ran his hand up her thigh. Through the wool tights he felt her firm, toned thighs. "One man felt me here," she said slowly moving Ralph's hand along the inside of her thigh. "Another man reached under my skirt before I stopped him." She pulled his hand underneath her skirt until his fingertips almost touched her crotch. She left his hand there. He could practically feel the heat from her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she parted her legs slightly. Not much, but just enough that he could touch her pussy if he wanted to. He felt perspiration beading on his forehead, he'd never been so turned on.
She put her hand on his knee. "You know what happens next?" she whispered. She moved her hand up his leg. "Do you want to know?"
"Yeah," he said hoarsely.
Jen smiled, as if pleased Ralph wanted to know. Then her expression turned urgent. "After those men have touched me and gotten me so hot" -- she continued slowly running her hand up his thigh -- "Mike takes me home and fucks me." She put her palm over Ralph's erection, and very softly squeezed him. "Do you want to fuck me Ralph?"
Ralph didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up in a flash and practically dragged Jen from the bar. He registered the envious looks from all the men in the bar. In the car he drove home like a maniac. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst through his pants. Just then he felt Jen's head in his lap. She's so horny she's going down on me right here! He braced himself for her mouth, he knew he'd cum as soon as he felt her lush lips around him. But after a few moments he realized she wasn't doing anything. "Jen?" he asked touching her head. He didn't hear anything except her steady breathing. She'd passed out.
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