Chris was late for her date with Marilyn. Traffic on the Ventura Freeway had been unusually heavy for a Sunday. She rushed into the bar and saw Marilyn sitting alone at a little table a half consumed drink in front of her.
"I'm sorry to be so late," Chris said breathlessly. "Traffic was awful."
"Out there maybe – in here nada," Marilyn responded smiling up at Chris. "Want a drink before we head out?"
"Not really. Thanks."
"Good. Let's go. We'll take my car."
Chris nodded. "Where are we going?"
"Well honey it's like this," Marilyn said grinning, "I still belong to a rather posh country club – part of the divorce settlement from my first husband – there are more rich, healthy young studs prowling there than anywhere north of Manhattan Beach. That's where I go whenever I need a jump start." Chris laughed. "Sounds good to me."
As they walked out to the parking area Chris sized up Marilyn's wardrobe for the evening. She wore a low cut patterned red silk blouse and tailored black gabardine slacks. "That outfit's off Rodeo Drive for sure," she thought not unmindful of the tantalizing roll of her friend's full, firm butt.
"Slide in Chrisie and we'll make this red monster growl," Marilyn said unlocking the Ferrari and quickly turning off the alarm system. As she deftly guided the car out onto the freeway Marilyn said, "You're dressed beautifully. No one can miss the figure your barely covering – no I can't read minds but I caught you eying my duds as we left."
Chris blushed. "I wish I could afford fine clothes like those you're wearing. You look lovely."
"Hon, when you get to be my age clothes are an essential enticement. The boobs may sag a little and the butt splays out some so if you can afford it you dress to make them assets," Marilyn laughed. "Now with you it's different. First off I'll bet you've never worn a bra in your life – that green blouse just barely hides the goodies. And if I had a butt like yours I wouldn't need Adolpho designs."
Chris patted Marilyn's leg. "You sound like you're an old lady. I'll bet there's not ten years difference in our ages."
"You'd lose kiddo. I'm nearly forty. Only the pelvis thinks it's still eighteen," Marilyn laughed.
She drove with enthusiasm. The car hugged the rode as they sped along. In a very short time they pulled up to the front of a large rambling structure that was some addled California architect's idea of an antebellum mansion.
A young man dressed in a white shirt and black tie and trousers came running. "Good afternoon Mrs. Short," he said with a grin lighting up his freckled face.
"Hi Tommy. Usual rules when you park this, OK?."
"Sure." He jumped in and moved the red car away quietly and swiftly.
"I think that kid comes every time he sees that Ferrari."
"He sure seemed anxious to get to drive it."
"Yeah. He's one of the few reliable one's at this place – let's go in."
Chris followed Marilyn very conscious of her sudden hauteur. Marilyn walked across the spacious lobby head held high, studiously ignoring the stares of the members lounging in overstuffed sofas and chairs scattered about the room.
"What gives? You acted as if those people didn't exist," Chris said catching up to her dark haired friend.
"I'll explain when we get to our table and have a drink," Marilyn whispered continuing to stride toward the double doors of the large dining area.
The maitre d'hotel greeted Marilyn effusively and led the two women to a table that overlooked the golf course. Leaning so that he could whisper conspiratorially into Marilyn's ear the said, "We have a only a few more fresh crabs left Mrs. Short – I recommend them highly."
Marilyn smiled and said, "We'll have them as Crab Louis, Max and bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon – a good year please." Then looking at Chris she said, "I hope that's OK with you. This evening is on me you know?" Chris protested but to no avail. Then, letting her curiosity get the better of her she asked, "OK explain the haughty walk through the lobby."
Marilyn answered with an amused look on her face. "You've probably never been to one of these sex parlors of the very rich. The people sitting out in the lobby are shopping. The couples were probably looking for wife swappers or group sex devotees; the single men were looking for gals like us but they're too cheap to blow the bucks it takes to wine and dine us; and the single ladies were looking for other single ladies – in fact her comes a 'nice straight lady' who likes girls a lot. With this one we can get blown to dinner, drinks and then just blown all night if that's your desire."
"You know it isn't – er, excuse me," Chris muttered as a tall, thin, pale blond lady of about fifty approached the table. She was dressed in a beautiful Georgio Armani ensemble. Leaning forward with a murmured greeting she kissed Marilyn on the lips.
Marilyn unruffled said, "Marion Swope this is my friend Chris Diamond. Chris, Marion is one of the grand ladies of this fine club."
"Nice to meet you Chris," Marion said sweeping an appraising eye over Chris as she pulled a chair out and sat. "Are you all booked for the evening or would you mind some company?"
Marilyn motioned to a hovering waiter to bring another champagne glass and turning to Marion said, "Unfortunately Chris and I have plans Marion. Some other evening give me a call."
Marion with cool disdain stared at Chris as she sipped champagne and said, "What a shame dear – you will miss a marvelous evening." Rising, she drained her glass and with a wave of thanks moved toward the door.
"She's like a teenager in heat. She's married and has a couple of kids. One of the women members got her interested in sex with the single girls. Now she eats it up – that's literal and no pun intended."
"I've run into this among some of the nurses I work with. They're straight – but…"
The dinner was excellent and Marilyn ordered a second bottle of champagne to accompany it. They were almost finished when Chris felt Marilyn's knee pressing against her thigh. She glanced quickly in the direction Marilyn had nodded her head and saw two tall, athletic appearing men moving toward their table.
"That's the assistant tennis pro and the golf pro – we may have hit the jackpot," Marilyn whispered in a careful aside.
They both continued to pick at the remaining morsels on their plate as a pleasantly accented baritone voice said, "Mizz Short, it's nice to see you this evening."
Marilyn looked up from her plate. "Why Billy Deacon it's a pleasure to see you. Would you and Mr. Welsh join Chris Diamond and me for champagne and dessert?"
Chris was greeted graciously by both men and was struck by their unstudied good looks.
"The fellow with the salt and pepper hair is really good looking. Is his name Welsh?" she pondered silently.
The man she was eying slyly was indeed Fred Welsh the golf pro. Whether he sensed her interest or just fortuitously decided to sit next to her Chris did not know. What she did know was that he was inordinately attractive. She felt her breasts start to swell, her nipples harden and the telltale moistness grow between her legs.
"Jesus, I'm so horny I could do it right here with him," she thought, smiling she hoped enigmatically as she turned to ask, "Did you have a good round of golf today?"
He turned his bronzed face toward her and said in a soft voice, "Two rounds of seventy-three, not too bad for an old man really."
"You're no old man," Chris blurted as she touched his forearm in reassurance.
"You are as kind as you are beautiful," he said smiling warmly and patting her hand. "What kind of work do you do, Miss Diamond?"
"It's Chris and I'm an ICU nursing supervisor," she answered striving mightily to keep her voice steady.
"Ah an angel of mercy – you do look the part."
Chris blushed and looked away. She saw that Marilyn and Billy were almost nuzzling each other as their whispered conversation became animated. Marilyn's face was rosy with excitement and her large delicate hands were moving over the table cloth in a highly suggestive way.
Marilyn suddenly stood up and smoothing her skirt with a brisk gesture said, "Why don't we all drive up to my place. We can talk, dance and guzzle some more champers without disgracing ourselves."
Fred stood and said, "OK Chris and I will follow your red bomb Marilyn – is that alright with you Chris?"
"Absolutely," Chris said her excitement mounting by the second.
Fred, ail six feet two of him, strode out of the dining room with Chris running to keep up. He led her through the pro shop into a small parking lot where his BMW was parked.
"We have to hurry because the way Marilyn drives we can lose her in a jiffy," he said laughingly as he assisted Chris into the plush leather passenger's seat.
The drive to Marilyn's home in the hills of Calabasas seemed to take forever. Chris tried not to be too obvious in her taking of physical inventory of her companion. He was tall, and had a ruggedly handsome face that was sun bronzed. His salt and pepper hair was cut short. Her eyes drifted from his narrow waist down to his crotch where she saw a definite bulge that started the whole cycle of her arousal again.
It was dark as they pulled into the long sweeping driveway of Marilyn's opulent home.
"My goodness this is a lovely home," Chris breathed as she slid out of the car.
"Yep. You can't be poor and belong to that club of ours I'll tell you," Fred laughed as he pulled Chris close and held her arm tightly as they walked to the house.
By the time they had reached the door Marilyn had turned on the outside lights. The broad sweep of lawn and the pool and tennis court were all brilliantly lit. Chris gasped in amazement.
Marilyn greeted them at the door smiling. "I'll get the champagne and something to eat then Billy and I are going swimming – you two want to join us?"
Chris started to protest that she had no suit but Marilyn anticipated her, "I can provide you both with swimming togs so don't go shy on me."
Chris followed Marilyn into the kitchen and helped her set up a plate of pate and caviar.
"I'll show you where your room is," Marilyn said, "as soon as we get this food and drink out for the guys."
"OK and thanks for being such a pal."
"Don't thank me until the evening is over, doll."
The two women served the food and poured the champagne. Marilyn pointed out the lanais that lined one side of the pool and informed both men that they could change into trunks they would find in the lockers near the pool pump room.
"They're all clean," she said leading Chris from the room.
As they climbed the stairs Marilyn suddenly became serious. "Chris, I don't want to disillusion you. You don't know anything about me so come on into my rooms and we'll talk while we change."
Marilyn's bedroom consisted of three large rooms plus a spacious bathroom. She led Chris into the bedroom where a large brass bed occupied almost all of one room. "We'll change in here," she said walking into a large closet and tossing out several swim suits.
As Chris undressed Marilyn, already naked, sat on the bed and spoke:
"I've been married four times. I have no kids and never wanted any. I live for sex. It was sex that got me four rich men and it was sex that lost all of them for me."
"The reason I'm telling you this is that I know I will be screwed by Billy tonight and it will get very noisy. I'm into bondage and am turned on to the point of wild distraction by young men. So if you find my antics abhorrent I want to apologize before hand."
"On the other hand if you feel this might be a way of life you can enjoy let me know in the morning. I can get you a good job at a Valley hospital. Then you and I can share this plush palace that the court's awarded me after my third husband decided he'd had enough."
"Thanks Marilyn. I may very well take you up on the offer," Chris said fastening the tiny bikini bra. "That pink suit fits you very well. Your nipples are almost as big as poor Fred's cock seemed to be as he escorted you in a while ago."
"Well if he's as excited as I am it's small wonder," Chris giggled.
Chris and Marilyn walked out to the pool together. The men had moved the tray of edibles and the wine bucket to the patio and were sitting comfortably in pool side chaises when the girls appeared. Both made mock bows as thanks for the whistles they received.
Marilyn walked over to the champagne bucket while Chris decided she would rather be swimming. She dived gracefully into the water and moved across the surface with strong even strokes. After the third lap she found Fred swimming beside her.
"You swim very well," he said as he rolled into a strong side stroke. "You swim on any college team?"
"Yes," Chris said matching his side stroke. "University of Iowa Varsity. I swam the butterfly in competition."
"I thought so," he grunted hoisting himself out of the pool at the deep end. "You want something? I'm going for caviar."
"Thanks I'll have some in a while – want to swim a couple of more laps."
By the time Chris hopped out of the pool Marilyn and Billy had disappeared. Marilyn, looked particularly seductive and enticing, Chris thought, in her new silvery silk one piece bathing suit. She had said to Marilyn as they walked downstairs that the suit was like a barbed wire fence – "You know enough to outline the property without obstructing the view."
Chris walked over to the chaise next to Fred and slumped down into it. She figured that the next move was up to Fred. It wasn't long in coming.
Fred walked slipped off his chaise and sat on the pool decking close to Chris' legs. He began to run a hand up and down her satiny, smooth shins. She shivered and whispered, "That feels nice."
Fred drained his glass and standing up her reached down and pulled Chris to her feet. She yielded quickly to his gentle tug and was in his strong, bronzed arms. His lips were warm and soft on hers. His tongue slipped into her eager mouth and their bodies suddenly melted together each holding the other as tightly as possible.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered nuzzling her soft neck. "But this pool deck is a hell of a place for it."
"Let's just see if we can't find a more appropriate site," she chuckled gaily.
Arm in arm they climbed the broad staircase and Chris steered him with to a bedroom suite across the hall from Marilyn's. The door was barely closed before Fred crushed her to his chest and showered kisses over her face, neck and chest. His hands moved quickly to untie the knot that held her skimpy bikini top. As it dropped to the floor Fred's warm, moist lips covered one of Chris' full, erect nipples while his firm fingers rolled and tugged the other.
Chris whimpered and clung to the strong, suntanned body. Her legs would barely hold her. Her need was overwhelming. She felt hot moisture coursing down her thighs and with a wantonness that startled her she tugged furiously at Fred's trunks whispering, "I want you. Please hurry."
Like a couple doing an odd tango they moved to the bed. Each was desperately trying to get the other undressed and onto the bed. The whimpers of desire mixed with the grunts and groans of the frustration imposed by wet, clinging trunks and tangled knots.
Suddenly both were free and with a moan of unrestrained passion covered Chris' lithe, pale blond body. Chris' eager, trembling hands guided his hard, pulsating cock into her seething, wet cunt and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. Thrusting and grunting with uncontrollable desire they came suddenly and wildly.
Chris screamed and Fred grunted and shivered as intense orgasms shook their very souls. Chris could feel the pounding of Fred's stiff cock as he came inside her. Her avid cunt sucked and pushed at the pulsing organ and she was unable to restrain her hands. They clawed and scratched at her lover's back as he crushed her vibrating, writhing body to his panting, breast.
Slowly the moment of intense passion passed for both. Chris squirmed and nestled into the warmth of the firm, sexy body that covered her. Fred sweaty with the exertions of his surprising passion kissed Chris' lovely face and stroked her soft blond hair tenderly. Soon they were both asleep their arms enfolding each other.
How long they slept was a mystery but both wakened to a shrill cry that filled the room. Fred rolled off the bed and walked to the door just in time to hear Marilyn cry out hoarsely, "Oh God lover don't stop."
Smiling wanly Fred turned to Chris and said, "Guys will talk and they say she is a wild lady in bed."
Chris holding her arms open to Fred whispered, "You mean you've never sampled that lovely morsel of femininity?"
Fred snuggled into Chris' arms and put a strong hand on her still erect nipple. "No my darling I never have. She's a beauty alright but I like my lovers young, supple and perhaps a little daring."
"Oh. How daring?"
He kissed her passionately before answering. Their tongues met and pushed at each other and then she opened her mouth and let him slip his tongue deeply into her eager mouth. Then sliding her body slowly down his she rubbed her full, tiny breasts and firm nipples over the stiff, dark hair that covered his chest and flat belly.
Gently her hand caught and held his pink, stiff cock. She kissed the tip and let her tongue caress the opening. Fred shivered and slid down onto the bed his hands resting gently on her head and toying with her soft blond hair.
Slowly and lovingly Chris slipped Fred's throbbing cock into her mouth. Her teeth lightly brushed over the shaft as her tongue moved tantalizingly over the glans. Fred shivered and moved and lifted his hips to find more of Chris' loving mouth. Chris moving with a quickly increasing rhythm moved her right hand to Fred's balls and held them firmly as she sucked and nipped at his eagerly thrusting cock.
With a soft moan Fred exploded into Chris' soft, sucking mouth. Chris whimpering gulped the salty treasure that Fred bestowed. She clung to his scrotum and felt the juices of her hungry cunt run freely down her inner thighs.
Lifting her lovely face from Fred's now limp prick she whispered, "Darling please tie my hands and eat me."
Panting as much with renewed desire as with exertion Fred grasped her slender, ardent body and lifted her to the head of the bed. Using her bikini bra he tied her hands together against the post of the headboard. Then he slid slowly and lovingly down the lithe, squirming body sucking and kissing as he moved; leaving a trail of fiery desire as he approached Chris' avid center.
With tenderness he spread the full labia of her silky, blond hair covered box. Then he gently stroked the pink bulging lips beneath. Chris squirming and thrusting her supple hips at his exploring hand murmured, "Oh please do it," over and over again.
Fred lowered his face to her wet, throbbing pussy and slipped his tongue deep inside her voracious cunt. Chris was now out of control she struggled to move her hands groaning and panting as she thrust her hips up to meet her lover's face. Fred let the thumb of one hand press and massage Chris' vibrating clit as his tongue moved in and out of the wet, warm center of her being.
With a sudden lunge of her hips Chris shrieked, "Oh my God." Her lovely body shuddered and moved zombie-like in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her legs thrashed and she whimpered as spasm after spasm sucked at Fred's still deeply probing tongue. It took many minutes for the body wrenching orgasmic seizures to subside.
Lovely, lustful Chris finally lay sleeping as Fred moved quietly to untie her delicate hands and lie close beside her.