Masa and I had enjoyed a fun afternoon and evening in Half Moon Bay at the Bach Beethoven and Dynamite Society, a private house overlooking the ocean, listening to live Jazz by Mose Allison. We had finished a bottle of chablis wine and I had switched to coffee because I was driving back home.
She had a couple more glasses of Sauvignon offered to her by some gentlemen admirers sitting at the table next to us. They were only too happy to provide wine, for in return she would visit with them. And they could drink their fill of her too tight fringe leather top that pushed her cleavage up into their faces as she leaned across from our table to theirs. They also enjoyed a nice look at her perfect round bottom as she turned back to visit with me.
Masa, as usual, was loving the extra attention. I had long ago grown accustomed to her flaunting and flirtations and was no longer unsettled or jealous, knowing that she was going to rock my world again and again as she had done many times before. There was also the added treat that after a hot session of flirtations and titilations she was always ready to rip my clothes off and have her way with me. It made her hot. And I liked her hot.
She was also wearing some very tight short shorts that day that left very little to the imagination, lots of lush excitiing naked skin of her exquisite legs, exposed to the savoring eyes. I don’t think there were any eyes in the house that had not had more than a few delightful sips of her sweet ass over the course of the evening, including some of the ladies who I caught doing a double take, as Masa strolled past.
The short shorts were satin, navy blue, and frankly could not have been much more reveling if they had been painted on her. Both sets of flower folds were prominently evident when she stood, bringing any red blooded man to full attention in more places than just the mind.
The music was winding down for this set and had one last set to go. We had the drive back to Monterey on the coastal highway to contend with, still ahead of us. As per custom we took off about sunset, and headed back to the barn. Masa said good bye to the gentlemen next to us, giving each of them a hug and rubbing her chest into theirs. One of the men could not refrain from cupping a handful of navy blue satin cheek and giviing a squeeze, when he thought I was not peeking from the corner of my eye.
We slipped out of the house, squeezing through the crowd and into the cooling evening air, climbed into the corvette, and set off on our cruise home along the scenic ocean front of Northern California and the winding twists of Highway One. The sun was just dropping into the ocean and the sky lit up with fireworks of golden yellows, oranges and reds.
“That one fellow had nice hands,” I commented non chalantly.
Masa laughed.
“You voyeur.” she giggled. “They were nice, yes. Not as nice as yours though.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with you tonight.” I teased,
“You are going to be dreaming of two guys instead of just one.”
“Oh, I don’t think you are going to have any problem taking care of me. That has never slowed you down in the past. ” she laughed leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
As we came around the next curve and into the straight away there were two vans parked in a turn out with surf boards on top. The headlights from our car gave a momentary flash of two young blond surfer boys peeling out of their wet suits, down around their knees, their bare butts shining bright.
“Wow.” said Masa craning her neck as we whisked past.
“You like that,” I laughed.
Masa was laughing loudly. The wine having its way with her.
“Hot surfer buns....” she giggled. “ Wish I could bite those buns.”
“You bad girl!” I exclaimed facetiously.
“You love bad girls and you know it.” she laughed. “Especially this bad girl." She cuddled up beside me as close as she could get and put her head on my shoulder.
We had gone less than a mile and I pulled over to the shoulder, braking to a stop, and took her in my arms and kissed her deep. She was more than anxious to meet my kiss and clearly ready for anything I was about to offer her.
“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” I asked.
“Not in the last half hour.” she was laughing again.
I set up straight, pulled back onto the highway, making a u turn.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Oh....you’ll see.” I said. “It’s a surprise.”
“ A surprise? There is no where to stop along here. The other way there is a nice turn out.” she protested, still not catching my drift.
“There is a turn out back here I saw.”
“But there were people there...those surfers....” she trailed off. I could see the gears turning in her head as she woke up.
“Now...wait a minute....I....”she started.
I put one finger across her lips and pulled off the highway beside the two vans. The surfers had cut off jeans on and were quickly putting away a doobie that they were sharing, one hidiing it behind his back.
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much..” I smiled, kissing her again.
I got out of the car and went round to open her door, took her by the hand when she hesitated, and pulled her gently, out. Then wrapped my arm around her waist and went to the front of the van where the two blond surfer boys in their hard bodies and denim cutoffs were standing.
“Would it be possible to share a hit of that” I asked.
The two looked at each other...smiled...breaking out into laughter, and the taller one pulled his hand from behind his back and extended it offering me the joint.
“Sure man.”
I took a hit and passed it to Masa, who wrapped her pretty lips around it in a pucker and sucked in a cloud of smoke.
“I was wondering if you guys would be willing to help me out.”
I asked as Masa passed the joint to the shorter more muscular blond surfer.
“Help with what.?” the shorter asked as he took a hit.
