Day 6 -- Wednesday
Miami, Florida 2012 -- But not our universe
The next morning Ray had a new plan of attack.
He woke up early and headed into town to rent a car. This time he was going to stake the beach house out from the road instead of the beach. When Christine went out in the car he'd be ready and could follow her. This time, nothing could go wrong.
Ray grinned as he parked the rented car a couple houses down from Nick and Christine's place and began his stakeout. Today was the day he was going to catch the gorgeous cheerleading captain alone and fuck her brains out. He was sure of it.
A couple of hours later and Ray was starting to get seriously bored. He wished he'd brought a book or something. There was absolutely no sign of life from Nick and Christine's beach house.
Another hour later Ray saw the neighbour's wife coming out to check the mail. She was wearing a short black silk robe that left her long tanned legs bare and on display, and Ray could see the swell of her bust and a hint of cleavage even from the next house down where his car was parked.
Making a quick decision, Ray jumped out of the car and approached the woman.
"Hi there," he greeted her warmly.
"Hi," said the woman suspiciously in surprise. Ray had to admit that it probably looked like he was stalking her from his parked car, but after several hours of sitting there he was bored and needed a diversion.
"I like your robe," Ray told her coming closer. "I just want to have a quick look..."
"Um, okay then," agreed the woman as Ray reached up and pulled open the front of her short silk robe. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath the robe and Ray was rewarded by the sight of her ample bare breasts. They were impressive, firm, high placed and well rounded.
"Are they real?" asked Ray as he licked his lips, staring at her big boobs.
The woman shook her head. "My husband bought them for me a couple years ago," she glanced back over her shoulder towards the front door to her house. It stood open but there was no sign of her husband.
"Nice," breathed Ray, reaching up and cupping the woman's ample melons in his hands. He gave them a squeeze, feeling the firm flesh well up between his fingers, her nipples hard against his palms.
Ray gave her big tits a shake, watching the flesh jiggle across her chest. Keeping a plump breast in one hand, he reached down with his other hand, running his fingertips up the inside of the woman's bare thigh, making his way up the soft skin to the juncture of her thighs.
She was wearing panties and his fingertips brushed across her cotton covered mound, feeling the heat there. Ray gave a small moan as he gave her bare breast another firm squeeze.
"Um, what the heck is going on here?"
Ray looked up to see the woman's husband coming out from the front door of the house. Just like yesterday he was smoking a cigarette and didn't look too happy to see Ray. Perhaps Ray wasn't the only jealous husband in the world.
Ray dropped his hand away from the woman's crotch, but kept his other hand on her tit. He knew his rights here. "Hi there, I was just wandering past and saw this lovely lady alone at the mailbox." Ray squeezed the woman's boob, enjoying it's firmness. She looked up sharply at him.
"He was waiting for me in the car Dave," she told her husband. "I didn't really want to, but it would have been rude not to let him have a feel when he asked me for one."
Her husband Dave frowned grimly and started walking down the path. "Don't you think it's a bit rude sweeping in like this? She's with me today."
Perhaps he had a point there, it was considered very rude trying to steal a woman away from someone, which was why it was always unaccompanied women that were obliged to provide sex on request. If a woman was with a man then she was off limits. But even a married woman would agree to sex if she was alone, and technically Dave's wife had been alone when Ray started feeling her up.
Ray ran his thumb across the woman's nipple before reluctantly releasing her big breast. He was about to apologise to the man when he heard the sound of a car engine from next door. Christine was on the move! Shit! Why did he always miss her?
"Sorry...I've gotta go," Ray said hurriedly as he saw Christine's car pull out of the driveway and a flash of her blonde hair in the drivers seat.
Ray hesitated for one moment, reaching up and giving the neighbours boobs a quick squeeze before running back to his car and jumping inside. He didn't want to lose her this time.
As he pulled out he saw Christine's yellow Corvette disappearing left around the corner at the end of the street. Ray slammed his foot down on the accelerator and gave chase, zooming past the Cooper's neighbour Dave who was glaring angrily at him as he sped away.
By the time Ray got to the intersection on the corner, Christine's car was well off in the distance. Ray was forced to wait for two cars and a truck to go past before he could pull out in pursuit and by then she'd disappeared out of sight. She was headed in the direction of the small boutique shopping area not far from the beach house so Ray prayed that was her destination.
His heart racing with the thrill of the chase, Ray floored it and dodged through the traffic to try and make up some ground.
He slowed a little as he reached the small township, his eyes scanning parked cars and side streets. If Christine had continued past the shops or turned off onto another street he would never find her.
Fortunately, about half way down the main street he spotted Christine's distinctive yellow sports car parked by the curb. As Ray drove past he saw the gorgeous blonde disappearing into the shop she'd parked outside.
Ray quickly found a park of his own about twenty metres down the street and jumped out. Christine was definitely alone so this was his big chance. He didn't care if he ended up fucking her on the shop counter, he would have his revenge.
Ray took a deep breath to settle his nerves and approached the shop. He was surprised, a little bit excited to see that the shop she'd entered was a lingerie store. With a grin Ray entered.
The bell chimed as Ray entered and scanned the shop for Christine. He quickly spotted her standing outside the changing rooms holding a couple of lacy items of lingerie. Unfortunately she was not alone. The gorgeous blonde was chatting casually to a chubby looking middle aged man with a shaggy brown beard and a pony tail.
Ray cursed silently to himself, it wouldn't be polite to interrupt and have his wicked way with the former cheerleader. Ray stood there in the doorway, staring intently at his prey. He would have to wait until she parted ways with the fat old guy.
"Can I help you sir?" asked a husky voice from his left.
Ray turned to see a busty sales clerk, beaming warmly in greeting. She was dressed only in lingerie, a sexy crimson satin bra and g-string, complete with black fishnet stocks and suspenders. Very sexy.
"Um, I'm just browsing," murmured Ray in reply, he was unable to help himself from glancing down admiringly over the voluptuous shop assistants impressive figure.
"Perhaps I can help you with your purchase?" purred the woman, "Something for your girlfriend of wife is it?"
"Ah, yeah, something like that," replied Ray brusquely. Over by the changing rooms he saw that the middle aged guy was now groping Christine, fondling her big hooters through the tight fitting blue blouse she was wearing. As Ray watched, the bearded man moved one hand up under the hem of Christine's skirt, reaching up between her legs as he continued to grope her big tits with his other hand.
