A Bachelorette's Diversion
This is a continuation of a story called "A Lunch Flirt" which you may want to read to get some of the background.
I stayed in contact with Lisa periodically. When she called me on the phone one morning, she took me by surprise since we had not spoken for about six months. A few suggestive texts were about all I'd gotten from her.
I am an associate principal of a school, and Lisa had been a diagnostician who worked at my school at times with some of our students. We had developed a friendship and started taking lunches together, even though she was living with a man a good bit older than her. These lunches led to Lisa wanting to take the sexual edge off our relationship so that we could get our work done.
Lisa, a short haired blonde with intoxicating green eyes and full luscious lips, and the warmest inviting personality, was thin but with a stunning full breasted figure I'd ever had the opportunity to be around. I was often distracted when I was with her, and she was right, despite efforts, the sexual edge remained.
As we got closer, rumors started, mainly about Lisa. Though she always dressed professionally, her skirts were just a bit too short, and our school's strict bras required policy, was one I had no interest in enforcing with her. Whispers about her being a slut did not just come from jealous frumpy women. I could not say much when I heard the comments, since I'd had those thoughts myself, seeing her tight tops covering clearly braless charms. Her low sultry, slutty voice added to the picture.
Near the end of the school year, however, her older boyfriend suspected what was going on and she agreed to leave our district and move in with him in another town. In the subsequent two years, we did have a few more visits, when I could get to her town, or if she came up alone to see her mother. But again, her now fiancé found some texts between us and found out that I would be in town for a date with her. She had to cancel just 30 minutes before we were to meet. She was very apologetic but said it was probably time to stop.
Six months went by without seeing her, when I got that call. I'd started dating a woman that was fun, but physically not in Lisa's league. Lisa told me that she would be in town to see some friends and to see her mother, but wanted to know if there was any chance I might have Friday night free.
I assured Lisa that I would make sure I was free for her then.
She wouldn't tell me why but told me that we would talk about it when she came to my house.
Lisa said she had dinner plans with several of her girlfriends, but after it was over, she would come by the house, about 9:00. She said that she could not get out of the dinner as they were throwing the dinner for her, but that I would be her treat for going through with it.
Lisa rang my doorbell just before 9:00. I opened the door, slack jawed, taking her in. I felt the same awe as at our very first meeting in my office. She had on a green deep V-neck tee, so tight on her, and yet without a bra, her breasts trembled with every movement of her body. She liked to wear green to match her hypnotic eyes, believing incorrectly that her eyes were one of the first things people noticed. I saw her full lips and again thought of them wrapped around me, like I'd imagined at our first meeting, and was fortunate enough to have realized with our lunch dates. Lisa greeted me with one of her snug hugs, pressing those massive tits against me. I still had dreams about those tits wrapped around me, and my current girlfriend was not so capable or endowed or inclined.
Lisa asked for a drink and wanted to talk a bit. She isn't much of a drinker, but does like her margaritas, and I made it strong for her. We sat together on the couch, and I caressed her shoulders and neck as she talked.
"Bert, it's really happening. I am getting married next weekend. I came up for a 'bachelorette dinner' instead of a bachelorette party with strippers and all that goes with it. This is my second marriage after all, so I didn't want to do all that with them."
"So, you felt that you needed to tell me in person? After six months of ghosting me?"
Lisa leaned to me to hug me. "I missed you more than you know. Yes, I had to tell you in person. And..." she trailed off, thinking for a moment. "And well, since you're free tonight, maybe you can be my bachelorette party?"
"You want me to dance and strip for you?"
Lisa laughed, saying, "would you? That would be such a nice gift!"
We both laughed but there was a melancholy edge. Lisa looked at me, serious, and asked "are you ok Bert? I didn't want to upset you. I do value our time together more than you know. And think of it. Often."
"Yeah, I guess. I think about it too. I know he's a lucky man. And I'm lucky too, since you had some occasional need for someone closer to your age."
"Am I asking too much? I'll miss this so much. I already do."
"Miss this? A margarita? I'm sure they'll have others out there somewhere!" She laughed but took my hand and pressed it to her chest.
"I think I can find another margarita. And it's not just the talks we always had, which tended to go off track from work only in one direction." She had my palm on her firm breast at that point. Her nipple was already hard, even though I was starting to sweat.
"Maybe you should dance for me. And strip" I helpfully suggested.
Lisa laughed and rolled to me. "I do need you to strip me, yes."
I leaned in to kiss Lisa, and was met with the hungriest, most passionate kiss I'd had since I last saw her. She pressed hard to me and put my hand under her blouse. I pulled back to look, and to lift her blouse from her. She stopped me just before I'd lifted as far as the nipples. "Bert, you're always so incredibly hard for me. You've always been so good for my ego." Then her eyes opened wide. "Wait! You're MY stripper! Stand and strip for me!" Her laugh was wanton.
