Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Storm

Dawn and I got out of the house and hit a few of her favorite shopping spots.  Shopping wouldn't be my favorite way to spend a Saturday afternoon back in my former life.  But being in a city bigger than the little town where I lived and worked now was enjoyable.  And Dawn and I were getting along well.  Plus, I knew that on a Saturday afternoon back there I'd have already worked all morning at the radio station and would probably be napping in the shitty trailer my boss provided for me before going back into town to do, well, pretty much nothing.  So, I certainly wasn't complaining about hanging out with Dawn all afternoon.  We even hit a matinee of "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"-- the first movie I'd seen in months.

When we came out of the theater it was pouring.  We decided to head back to the house where the walk from the driveway left us both soaked.  I went into the room I was using at her house and got dried off and put on a dry t-shirt and jeans.  I heard Dawn go into her room so wasn't surprised that she wasn't in the living room or kitchen of her little 3 BR/ 2 bath cottage when I came back out.  I stretched out on the couch, closed my eyes, and immediately drifted off.

I woke up when I heard Dawn rattling around in the kitchen.
"Wanna beer?"
"Uh, no, I'm fine." I said.
She walked into the living room as I sat back up on the couch.  She was wearing a white cotton robe that was long enough to cover her ass as long as she was standing up.  She had tied it at the waist but it was open so widely above the waist that her tremendous cleavage was visible and, frankly, awe inspiring.  I felt my cock twitch as she walked towards me.

She sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and took a drink from a long-neck bottle of Olympia.
"So, tell me Wil, what did you think was going to happen this weekend, ya know, if Pam had been here?"
"Well, I'm not sure exactly.  I was just happy to be invited," I said.

Dawn smiled at me.  Her hair was wild like she had taken a bath towel and dried it off vigorously but didn't bother to brush it afterwards.
"You had some expectations, I'd guess.  What were they?"
"I'd hoped for the best," I said.
She shook her head at my reluctance to say anything definitive.
"Meaning sex with Pam.  Right?"
I shrugged and smiled.  "A guy can dream."
She laughed.
"You're funny.  You can say it, you can say, 'I was hoping to get laid.'  Hell you can say you were sure you were gonna get laid."
"I never would say that.  I don't assume stuff like that."

"That's sweet.  But I'll tell you the truth so you don't have to assume anything.  We were going to share you, darlin'."
I'm pretty sure I blushed when she said that. 
And then I stammered like an eighth grader.
"God, you have no idea, Wil.  Pam and I have been talking about this weekend ever since she discovered you."
"Discovered me?  Was I lost?" I said.
"Do you know that she was onto you before you even walked in her store?  No, you didn't know that-- I can tell by the look on your face. She heard you the first morning you were on the air and got busy finding out all about you.  It's a small town, baby, and my best friend Pam knows everybody and everything."
I sat speechless, although I'm sure my mouth was hanging open like an idiot.

"And, after the first time she blew you in her office, she called me and told me all about you, sweetie.  Of course I wanted some too.  And Pam and I always share."

I was absolutely stunned to learn that these two women, both about fifteen years older than me, were clearly as horny as eighteen year old boys.  Stunned and aroused. 

"But what if I'd said, 'No way... I don't want anything to do with this sort of wanton debauchery!'"
Dawn just smiled and shook her head slowly from side to side.
We leaned towards each other and as we kissed I brushed the little bit of robe covering her left breast to the side and cupped that magnificent beauty in my right hand.

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