When a stunned Beau didn’t immediately respond, Blondie looked up at him, squeezed his cock and teased, “Unless you’d rather have the bed to yourself, honey…”
Looking over at me, a still-shocked Beau said, “Man…I don’t really know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seems a bit inadequate, you know?”
Pulling his face down for a kiss, Blondie purred, “I got some ideas how you can show your gratitude, handsome…” then resumed the kiss, her hand never leaving his erection.
When she finally broke off the kiss, she again looked at me, waggling her eyebrows playfully, “Not only is this stud hung like a horse, he’s a very good, very hot kisser, too!” Still stroking him and looking at me thoughtfully, she said,
“Rick, I did promise you both I’d put on a garterbelt ‘n nylons and dance for you; but, honey, all my stuff is down in my car. We were in such a hurry to get up here I forgot all about it. If you want to see me in my sexies, you’re gonna have to go down and get them, okay? An’ you might as well bring up my hangin’ bag with my work clothes for tomorrow while you’re at it. Be a sweetie, babe…get the keys out of my purse…it’s all in the trunk.” Turning back to Beau, she kissed him again and said,
“I’ll bet Beau will like seein’ me wearin’ what I’ve got in there, dontcha think, Rick? I’m feelin’ super sexy right now, sexier than I’ve felt in a long time an’ I feel like makin’ myself look super sexy just for this hunk, d’accord, cher?”
When I opened the trunk I saw she’d clearly been planning on staying the night when she left home this morning. In addition to the red Samsonite bag she used for her sexies, she had the matching bag she used for makeup and toiletries. I snapped open the sexies bag and saw she’d brought two complete lingerie outfits, black and white, with sexy platform shoes to match each. Unzipping the hanging bag, I found both a black and a white negligee along with work clothes for tomorrow. She’d definitely come prepared to put on a show and share his bed for the night.
When I quietly re-entered the room, they were still slow dancing. There stood my beautiful little blond, Southern belle, in pink panties, bra and heels, rubbing her body against his muscular black body, kissing him open-mouthed, with one pale hand resting on the back of his neck while her other hand gently moved back and forth on his cock, now extended, unrestrained, out of the fly of his jockey shorts.
She was moving the large, purplish, mushroom head up and down her lower belly against the top of her pink panties trying to rub it against her hairy little twat, made difficult by their disparate heights. His large hands were under their thin material, cupping and kneading her soft, white cheeks, pulling her into him, his fingers long and softly grey beneath the gauzy material, contrasted against her paleness. It was a very erotic tableau, made all the more so because of the unique relationships involved here.
Neither of them paid me any attention as I took the bags into the bathroom, then came back in and sat down to watch. As I relaxed with my drink, I could hear them talking between kisses, Blondie playing to his ego and sowing the seeds of deception about her experience with blacks.