"Is today Monday?" Angelo asked, as he and Alexandria sipped their coffee at Starbucks.
"All day long, darlin'"
"And it's still Fall, right, NFL Monday night football, all that shit?"
"Uh huh." Since her own husband had the same kind of "what-hemisphere-am-I-in-today" job" this question did not seem strange.
"Perfect!" And he began tapping away at his Blackberry (World Edition). A few minutes later, Alexandria's phone pinged, informing her off new mail. She opened it, and saw that she had been CC'ed on a group notice that originated from Angelo. She didn't recognize any of the other addresses-But she and her husband had both been CC'ed. It read:
Todos Borachos:
Tonight, some team will play another team in the sport of American Football. While not a real sport, como futbol o el Rugby, in this case there will be a reason to gather around a television set, we small band of brothers, beers in hand. In this case, halftime entertainment will be provided by the succulent, accommodating, "A," hostess, and duena de (he inserted Alexandria's street address). If intrigued, and free, bring a six, a pocketful of condoms, and ganas de provechar...arrive in time for the BIG GAME. Snacks will be provided.
Note: the party will end promptly at the end of game.
Saludos Cordiales,
El Feo.
Alexandria shivered in anticipation. She counted eight names on the list. Even if only two more showed up...well that would be more men than she had ever "entertained" at once...
After reading the invitation, she looked up at Angelo. He was glancing around the patio, smiling with satisfaction at the attention her outfit was garnering. This morning, he had inspected her wardrobe, and then told her what to wear for their morning coffee run. As a result, she was dressed in a periwinkle blue wrap-around skirt, white hose, medium heels, and a clingy white ruched top with spaghetti straps. The cool morning air and the email had hardened her nipples and they pressed prominently against her top. The skirt, while perfectly conservative looking while standing, split along her thigh and opened to yield a tantalizing view of stocking top. He looked at her now, then leaned across the table to pull her top down so that the tan line showed. Now the creamy white tops of her breasts were out, and a deep breath would be enough to draw her hard nipples out into the morning sun.
Cars whizzed by on River Road.
The other male patrons, now dawdling on the patio, were riveted. Alexandria, eyes hidden by her reflective Bollés, noted the attention of one woman, as well... "Interrrrresting," she thought, "It would appear that I'm not just for the boys anymore..."
Quietly Angelo said, " I think it is time for your to bend down and adjust the strap on your right shoe...It has been bothering you for some time, no?"
Heart thumping, she performed as directed, knowing that practically all of her would be hanging out. One man clapped. Then they all joined in. Blushing furiously, she rose, gave a little curtsy and they hurried to her car.
As they drove south on Oracle, they passed a carwash to raise money for the Amphi Football Team. "Your car really needs to be washed" he said, and wheeled into the parking lot. Immediately, the car was swarmed with burly young football players armed with sponges and buckets. Angelo rolled both front windows down and addressed the boys, informing them that the couple would remain in the car and that the windshield in particular needed attention....
Angelo rolled the windows back up, and as the boys got busy on the exterior, he got busy on the interior.
Drawing her to him, to began to feast on her luscious lips. He realized that he had not kissed her properly all morning and was determined to make it up to her now, in front of an impressionable young audience...Inititially, he held her face in his hands, running his fingers through her thick hair, exploring her lips with his, inserting his tongue into her warm, open mouth. .. Next, he used his left thumb to delicately slide the spaghetti strap off and over her smooth shoulder . Never breaking contact with her lips, he slipped his left hand down to caress the side or her full breast, cupping and kneading it delightfully through the fabric of her top. Then, inevitably, he insinuated his hand between her flesh and the fabric and pried the stretchy top down. Her right breast sprang free. He cupped it, nipple engorged and prominent between his thumb and forefinger, Alexandria panting and gasping and moaning.
Breaking off the long kiss, Angelo whispered in her ear: "Pull your skirt up to your hips. Touch yourself for me. I want you to part your lips and play with your pink clit..."
When she had complied with his command, and was applying both hands to the task, he asked: "Are you wet, baby? Is your pussy slimy and dripping? Are you getting hot?...putting on a show for all these young boys?"
She could only moan in response...
It would be difficult to judge who was getting the most pleasure out of the scene: the boys who had all stopped washing and were gathered without, watching; or Angelo, as hard as he had ever been, intoxicated by the brutal feeling of power and by the tactile delight of her perfect full breast in his hand; or Alexandria. Alexandria who was now convulsing, heart racing, in the throes of what would be the first of many, many, orgasms that day...
Afterward, he dropped her off at her house and left, cryptically saying only that he some things to collect, and not to worry about anything.
But she was worried-that morning, she had awakened alone in her bed with the uncomfortable realization that he, Angelo, had never undressed during the previous evening's activiites, nor had he cum, to her knowledge. He had given her so much pleasure with fingers and lips, A WATER BOTTLE, sharing her sex with the fingers of some random kid...she hadn't even noticed that he had stayed aloof, strangely apart. Did he not find her sufficiently attractive after all? Was she a disappointment in the flesh, had she looked better on the screen than in meatspace?
She showered and tried to get some reading done for her next final, but it was no good. Her concentration was shot. Finally, she settled on cranking a mix of Chemical Brothers, Massive Attack, and Crystal Method, cleaning house, while taking hits off of an Arrogant Bastard whenever she passed the kitchen counter...She felt her equilibrium returning.
That was how Angelo discovered her when he returned, "Born Too Slow" blasting from the speakers, Lexy, hair pinned up, barefoot in a tank and gym shorts, working on a nice beer buzz to complement the earlier sex buzz, vaccuming...
Between the noise of the Las Vegas duo, and the roar of the vacuum, she didn't hear him come in. She was bent over the long leather sofa, applying the crevice tool to the popcorn reservoir between the cushions. He slipped in behind her and slid something over her head, blinding her. With his left arm, he pulled her tight to him. Hooking his thumb in the waistband of first her shorts and then his own, he stripped them both from the waist down...His erection sprang free, slapping her reassuringly on the back ("So YOU are turned on by me," she thought briefly)and he twirled them both down onto the sofa, with her pressed to his lap. Using his legs to force hers wide apart, he began lightly stroking the crevice tool up and down her lips, careful not to trap her poor distended clit..."Play with your titties for me, OK?"
She did. Orgasm number two for the day.
