Seducing Seducers
After a month of smoozing with a new hire in my office, I learned he had the same kind of bawdy humor as I did. Once beyond the randy jokes, Dan showed me family photos. His son, Donny, looked muscular in his Speedo, but his wife, Denise, was spectacular in her barely legal thong bikini. Now I'm sure who our next seduction will be.
I shared photos of me and Sue in swimwear, but honestly, we don't look as good as they do. Two of Dan's tamer photos featured Denise between her son and Dan, looking over her shoulder and smiling beautifully with her bare ass flexed around her thong. The other showed her between them, but facing the lens. Her D-cups overflowed her tiny top and exposed her huge cleavage and the edges of her brown aureole. My mouth dried and my dick swelled. I didn't even noticed Dan and Dennis were tenting their Speedos until Dan pointed them out.
"Don't bother hiding your woody. She makes us swell too and 'wood' be insulted if you didn't sprout for her. She's even hotter in real life." There was no hiding my stiffness. "We should get together for lunch and you'll see for yourself. We're off Friday, that good?" He looked at my tented slacks and smiled as I covered with a folder. "She has a great sense of humor like ours. Play a simple prank on her and you'll win her over."
She reached out to me and sent me suggestive riddles and jokes all week. By Friday, I felt I'd known her for years though we'd never met. When I shared the jokes with Sue, she felt at ease about meeting her. We all agreed to meet without our kids and Dan chose a dimly lit club. Sue and I arrived first, likely to allow Denise to arrive fashionably and elegantly late. What an entrance she made.
Though Sue chose a simple tank top, braless, and dressy black slacks, Denise came dressed for fine dining. She wore an elegant, sleeveless, black, drop front, silk blouse that dropped below her nipple line and left her black bra mostly exposed. Her cleavage was amazing and her nipples constantly threatened to escape with any movement, while poor Sue hunched forward to enhance her barely B-cups. Denise chose a black, calf length, flowing skirt with a slit that went to her hip bone. Her "fuck me" heels further shaped her well-toned legs. Watching her long legs peek out to her hip as she walked made my dick stiff. Sue noticed and licked her lips at the confident woman as she slyly pet my cock and whispered, "Down boy. Maybe later."
We stood, rather I stood behind Sue to hide my wood, and all cheek-kissed greetings. Dan couldn't stop grinning. When we sat in our black, half-moon booth, Denise sat next to me, then came Sue, followed by Dan. My deep breathing got deeper as I pretended not to stare into Denise's open top or study her frequent leg crossing. Try as I might, I could not be sure if she wore panties. She was obviously aware of my interest and obviously stared at my tented slacks with a smile whether I tried to hide them or not.
We started with "clean" jokes and stories. I even shared my published story about how I (supposedly) met the Queen of England. After a couple of drinks, Densie got more relaxed touching me. I tried to behave.
Denise was the star, as she loved flaunting her tits at the wait staff. She got off watching their slacks stretch for her. By the time we got to dessert, we'd finished three bottles of wine. While we all had a slight buzz going, Denise was well beyond driving. While waiting for dessert, she said, "I don't think I need this a-a-any mohr," as she unhooked her bra, pulled it down an arm then out the front of her top. One tit then the other popped out of her dress as she slapped her bra on the table. "Ooopsie," she said as she slowly tucked her big tits away. Dan winked at me and laughed. Though that was the kind of excuse Sue used to expose herself, she was behaving -- so far.
Dan picked up the check as Sue and I helped Denise stand. She seemed to relish helping her tits escape as she wobbled toward the door. "She loves being exposed when she 'has no choice' or is forced to flash her bits -- drunk is a great excuse for that." Funny how that's exactly how Sue feels.