I met my best friend Mike at the club on Saturday morning, just as we'd been doing every Saturday now for the past several months. But unlike every other Saturday since we'd been meeting there, there was something different about the way Mike was acting, which included the almost goofy looking smile on his face.
"Ok, spill it!" I told him as we went into the locker room in preparation for taking a shower and heading home again.
"What?"
"You KNOW what!" I responded somewhat irritated, as it hadn't been the first time I had questioned him today either. But each time that I had, he merely shrugged his shoulders, though that same damn smile had remained.
"David? To begin with, you wouldn't be interested even if I told you for one, and for another, you wouldn't believe me either!"
I felt like punching him in the face, but I didn't. "Listen Mike, in all the years we've known one another, never once have you kept anything from me, and as I recall, I've never kept anything from you either, which includes that time when your then fiancé' approached me about having a fling with her just two weeks before you two were to be married remember?"
That had indeed been a trying time for him, as well as for me. I had been honest with him about it, completely so. Admitting that it had been a hard temptation not to succumb to, especially when Janet had come walking out of the bedroom she and Mike were then sharing, entirely naked, and obviously horny as she'd approached me wanting me to jump her bones. It had gotten worse when I'd declined, and when she immediately accused me of being the one to approach her about fooling around, which Mike in the beginning had nearly bought into, nearly ruining our friendship.
Thank God I wasn't the only one she'd approached, another friend of a friend informing Mike of his future wife's promiscuity that finally opened his eyes, and caused him to cancel the entire wedding just days before it was to have happened.
"You'll think I'm crazy," he continued, still trying to get out of telling me anything, which was making it worse as I was now more curious than ever.
"I already know you are...but then, so am I for having you as a friend in the first place, so spill it!" I said once again, now seriously contemplating actually punching him if he didn't.
One of the guys we'd been playing a little two on two basketball against had just then walked into the locker area. Mike cocked his head towards the showers without speaking, reaching down grabbing his towel off the bench and headed towards them as I followed. The fact Mike was giving this such a secretive aspect to whatever it was he'd gotten himself involved in, suddenly worried me, causing me to wonder if he'd done something foolish enough to be borderline illegal or something. I couldn't for the life of me even begin to imagine what it was, especially when he remained silent, still hesitant to say anything as he stepped into the shower turning the water on.
"So no one can hear what I'm about to tell you," he said speaking just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower, which only served to make me even more nervously worried than I had been.
"Yeah?"
He was grinning again too, but when I clenched my fists as I stood there standing next to him, he finally began telling me.
"I had the wildest, craziest sex I've ever had in my entire life last night," he finally said.
And for that, I nearly did hit him. "Jesus fucking Christ Mike!" I yelled at him, "I thought you were going to tell me you'd gone out and robbed a bank or something!" I said fully irritated now. "That's the big fucking secret and the reason behind that idiotic smile on your face?"
"Not entirely no..." he said ducking around behind the shower pole just as I did swing at him.
"I'm serious Mike, I think you've lost it," I said stalking him, though had anyone come in to the shower area just then, they'd have thought we both had.
"It was anonymous sex," he said simply, stopping me cold as I stood there glaring at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Best fucking sex I've ever had David, and I have no idea who they were before during or afterwards either."
"You wanna run that one by me again?" I asked. "What the fuck are you talking about? You mean you didn't get her name or something? Shit Mike...even I've done that!"
"Their names," he said still grinning effectively shutting me up as I stood there mouth agape listening to him. "And not only that...I have no real idea of what they even looked like, nor do they have any idea of who or what I look like either!" he further added. "And like I said, it was more exciting than it ever was even with Janet as wild in bed as she was."
"Or out of it," I thought to myself without saying it. "Ok, you've got me totally fucking confused, so why don't you humor me, and start at the beginning here before I really do knock your fool head off!"
"Ok, I know this is going to sound really...really weird."
"It already does," I said interrupting him, receiving an exasperated look in return, though he continued.
"Ok, you know Brian, who would have been my future brother in law yes?"
I had met him once, actually liked the guy, especially when he'd all but disowned his own sister after learning how she'd managed to fuck up her wedding with Mike.
"Yeah, sure," I confirmed nodding my head. "Go on..."
"Well, he called me last night, guess he'd heard how I have been mopping about these past few weeks ever since Janet and I broke up." Which was true as Mike had been, even though I had in fact tried my level best to shake him out of it, which was why I was more than a little surprised to see him far more cheery, smiling the way he had been all morning long without telling me why he was.
"All he said was, was if I wanted to experience something beyond my wildest dreams, that he'd pick me up in an hour...and that I was to have my recent health certificate in hand when I met him."
"What? Why?"
"That's what I said, but I'll get to that part later. Anyway, he soon picked me up and drove me to this parking lot downtown. There were several limos' there, and we soon got into one of them. The windows were all tinted black so you couldn't see outside at all. I thought it was pretty weird, but Brian told me the whole purpose was so that no one would know where it was we were going, and that the reason for that would become perfectly clear afterwards."
"Clear is what I'm still waiting for," I said still somewhat annoyed even now, but also becoming curiously interested about where all this was going.
"We must have driven for nearly an hour, though there was plenty to drink inside the limo which certainly helped to pass the time. But eventually we arrived, pulling up in front of this enormous mansion that must have been worth millions! Anyway, Brian had already filled me in to some extent, telling me that some eccentric Billionaire with a voyeuristic fetish had been having this kind of wild party once a week now for several years, and that it had grown and grown into something enormous. One of Brian's clients had actually told him about it, so Brian had gone to see for himself just the week before, and now had invited me. It didn't cost a thing to go, which was certainly nice, and with the limo ride, free booze, and the totally and completely safe sex requirements being one of just a few rules, I figured what the hell and decided to see for myself what it might be like after everything Brian told me about it on the drive up."
"Go on..." I said simply, now totally enthralled about what I was hearing, yet still finding it just as Mike said I would, to be borderline believable.
He did so. "There was a list of rules we had to read and agree to in signing, once we did, we were then given a mask we had to wear at all times while inside the house."
"Rules?"
"Yeah, the first being the mask, the second being that no one was allowed under any circumstances to try and talk to anyone else in attendance, or try to find out who they were. If anyone was caught doing that, they'd be immediately asked to leave and never invited back again."
"Silent sex?"
"Well, not quite...the sex itself was anything but silent, quite wicked in nature actually, but no one was allowed to just chat like they were trying to get to know one another or anything like that. And thirdly, no one got naked in front of one another, once everyone had arrived, the men and women were then divided up into groups and led off towards the dressing rooms. Only then did everyone take everything off, except for the masks of course."
"Of course," I said once again somewhat frustrated, as Mike seemed to enjoy dragging everything out.
"You want to hear what happened after that or not?" he said giving me an ultimatum, which I quickly backed away from in my attitude.
"Then what happened?"
"Well once everyone is naked, we were led into this enormous room, it was comfortably furnished, plenty of refreshments, though the lights glowed red, giving it a really eerie like atmosphere, but was yet sensual in a way, even though I now found myself standing in a room filled with nothing but other naked men just like myself. But the really interesting part was, this wall that was standing there."
"Wall?""
"Yeah a wall...with all sorts of holes in it, which the purpose for became immediately apparent just a few minutes after we'd begun entering. Obviously there wasn't enough room for everyone who was there at once to use, so Brian and I held back watching everyone else."
"Do what?"
Mike grinned that damn fucking grin again.
"I'm just getting to that." I sighed an exasperated sigh, but he continued. "That's when we saw all these luscious looking tits starting to poke through our side of the wall, that...and a few arms and hands through other available holes, and as I soon learned, more than a few available pussies to be touched and explored through some of them as well. Not to mention the one's that the guys began sticking their own dicks through."
"Glory holes?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess that's what they normally go by, but it just wasn't guys sticking their dicks through them like you and I have both seen, the women were certainly doing it too, along with arms and hands in some of them. And like I said, there was a LOT of nice looking, differently sized tits being poked through a bunch of them, so the wall when we first saw it before all that started happening, sort of reminded me of a big piece of Swiss cheese, but now I understood why that it did."
"Yeah, now I can see and imagine that," I told him.
"Anyway, like I said, it was wild...amazing what it felt like, not knowing who was on the other side of that wall or what they really looked like. Even in the sitting room when we all came in and gathered, there was such a mix of people there, a lot of the women even with the masks on looked damn nice, so you couldn't help but wonder, but wonder is all you really could do, as there was no contact made or even attempted as we sat waiting for the last people to show up. Once they all had, like I said, we were then split up to our own side of that Swiss-cheesed wall!"
Mike went on to tell me how Brian had told him the eccentric Billionaire who owned the place and lived there, had some secret vantage point up above where he could see down into both sides of the room. And since the ceiling was in fact mirrored, he was no doubt sitting up there enjoying himself the entire time, he and a few very selected guests who he would sometimes invite up to sit with him and watch the spectacle below.
"Fuck!" I finally relented, though I still couldn't begin to imagine even the half of it.
"Anyway, that's why I've been grinning all morning long, so now that you know...you interested in going back with me next weekend?"
And then...I was grinning.
It was just the way Mike told and explained it to me. We'd gone to the parking lot, got into one of several limousines, arriving at a specific time we'd been told to, and then departing only moments later, doing so as to keep anyone from seeing or bumping into anyone else who would also be arriving. I had read and signed the form, put on my half-mask covering everything from my nose upwards, and then waited in the large waiting room along with everyone else, which was eerily quiet as we all sat, sipping our drinks in silence. Yes, there were plenty of smiles, nods of heads, and I did notice a few hand signals that did seem to be going on, perhaps a way of communicating and letting someone know who it was that they might be enjoying behind the wall. By the looks of several women who were there, it promised to be a very interesting night indeed, so many attractive women, though there were also a few who were a bit overweight perhaps, though even the thought of that aroused me as I wondered how that might affect the festivities of the evening since everyone would have no idea of who it really was sticking their dicks or tits through the wall to be fondled and played with during the course of the evenings adventure.
And like Mike had said he and Brian had done, the two of us held back momentarily, watching as men and women on both sides of the wall approached one another. Some men immediately sticking their pricks through a few of the holes, waiting their respective turns to be played with in one way or another, several women doing the same, an array of different sized tits, nipples suddenly poking themselves through, anxiously awaiting to be fondled as well, as were also a few suddenly dark holes that alerted the men some woman had positioned herself with her cunt easily accessible, and since the wall was thin, yet solidly built, it wasn't at all difficult to see one of the guys kneeling down licking at whoever's pussy had appeared there.
I watched and noticed two openings in the wall suddenly appear. Obviously the wall was designed to meet several differently sized shaped pairs of tits, along with various heights as well, as holes opened and closed periodically in different places along the wall. I happened to be the closest one standing to them when they did, and decided to take advantage of that fact the moment those wonderfully full breasts began to fit themselves through, though as big as her breasts were, even using what was obviously the largest holes, she had a difficult time getting them through. Immediately, I walked up, grabbing each one and sensing a welcomed greeting on the other side of the wall as I did so, now thumbing the hard erect nipples which greeted me, hearing a pleasured sigh from the woman on the other side of the wall, though neither of us spoke a single word while standing there. I soon began sucking them as well, alternating back and forth between the woman's breasts, her dark pink nipples puckering even harder than they'd first been.
"Pinch them!" I did hear her say, which somewhat startled me, but as long as the communication back and forth remained erotic in nature, then it was indeed permissible to speak.
And so I did, standing there pinching them, hearing her as she told me to do it harder, and then harder still, now twisting them as I pulled on them, surprised and delighted that she could tolerate it as I did, yet obviously finding it pleasurable while I did so.
"Now chew on them a little," she urged me, and slap them!"
Hers weren't the first tits I'd seen another man slap. Many women seemed to enjoy it, as did the men, hands spanking a tit here or there, some harder, some softer than most, but if anyone didn't like whatever they were feeling, it was a simple matter of stepping back and closing the portal. Few did.
"Let me see your cock," I heard the sultry sounding voice asking me. I looked down, found a hole that was perfectly at my height directly in front of where she was standing. I triggered the little button next to it, watching the hole opening, and stuck my prick through which by now was fully erect. I watched as she retrieved her tits, the holes where they'd been now closing, but almost immediately felt her hands capture me, fondling my organ, teasing it wonderfully as I stood there, until the sensation of lips engulfing me instead took over.
"Nice cock lover," she more breathed than spoke through the small opening as she continued to mouth it. I stood there enjoying the pleasured sensation of her mouth and hands upon me even as two more openings suddenly appeared just next to me. Two different much smaller sized breasts suddenly filled the openings, and I quickly began fondling one closest to me as another guy standing just a few short steps away began doing the same to the other, until we were both sucking and licking each of her breasts, he with his prick through one hole, and mine through another, each of us being toyed with as well by some unseen woman standing, or rather kneeling on the other side of the wall.
I could hear the soft moans coming through the wall as I suckled the enormous nipples that had appeared there. Each was considerably darker than the one's I'd been playing with, as well as being substantially thicker and longer as well.
"Milk them," she groaned moments later. Pull on them like you're milking them," she asked, which I then did, and was delighted to see a bubble of actual milk suddenly form, then begin spraying outwards as I indeed stood there pulling on them, milking them just as she'd asked. Even the guy playing with her other breast now stood doing the same, though he left momentarily coming back with a very tall chair which he climbed up into, presenting his hard stiff erection at just the exact height for him to rub his prick against her breast, and then fascinatingly as I watched, began once again to cause her to squirt her milk against his shaft as he sat there stroking it.
Wrapping my lips back around her nipple again, I sucked, rewarded with her warm breast milk, drinking it for several moments.
"Oh fuck...I'm going to cum!" The guy sitting next to me announced, and then jumped down from his chair, quickly sticking his prick back through the hole on the other side. My breast filled tit likewise disappeared as she obviously prepared herself on her side for his spending, but the mouth and hands that had continually been playing with me, continued to do so as my own initial orgasmic release began.
I felt my spunk lurch from the head of my prick, and though whoever it was on the other side of the wall ceased sucking me as I did, her hands continued to pump out my deliciously joyful spending as she rubbed the head of my prick quite pleasurably against the soft smooth surface of those tits I'd been playing with earlier.
When I had finished, I heard her softly say "thank you," and then simply disappeared, the holes once again closing, her identity indeed fully and completely unknown, and forever would be.
I stepped back, locating a seat after first grabbing something to drink and sat down. All along the wall, tits, pussies and even asses presented themselves for probing or fondling. Several men enjoyed the sensation of sucking tits, playing with them or having their cocks sucked as well as fucked through the wall. By now the moans and groans of pleasure seemed almost constant, even though holes opened and closed all along the wall as many finished to briefly retire as I had, and as others stepped up taking their turns.
It was somewhat amusing, and oddly arousing to sit there and watch my best friend Mike fucking the wall, which is how it initially appeared or seemed to me, though I knew by the expression on his face, rapturous as he stood there, was one of silky smooth heaven, as I was later to experience for myself. He stood, thrusting his prick through the small opening, whoever the woman was on the other side, enjoying the secret fuck herself no doubt, allowing some stranger to violate her cunt, fucking her wildly as he did so. Just watching this, soon had me once again erect as well, and I waited patiently for a place along the wall to open, soon after taking it, and finding a nice warm wet pussy waiting for me when I did.
She had pressed herself against her side of the wall, my fingers quickly probing her wetness, hearing the pleasured sigh that came from her when I did. I located her hard little clit, tickled it gently, and then at her urging, knelt to do so again only this time with my tongue. I could feel her gyrating herself against the wall, thrusting herself forwards upon my tongue as I speared her, then fingered her, then tongued her again.
"Fuck me," she soon after said. "Fuck me nice and hard..." she cried out. She was again at the perfect height, I merely stuck my prick where my mouth had once been, and immediately felt it slip inside that heavenly slick wet passage. Plunging into her now, just as I had seen Mike doing earlier, I now realized what it was he had felt, experienced, as the strangeness of the situation heightened the pleasure. The ecstasy of her own moans penetrating through the barrier as each time I plunged into her, she thrust back, her delirious groans of joy being expressed with each and every thrust of my hard stiff cock into her, through the hole that separated our identities from ever being known.
It was amazing feeling her climax. As slick as she'd been, she suddenly bathed me in a rich warmth that seemed to flood around my prick, her cry of pleasure nearly a scream, many looking over towards me, watching now, as I knew the women on the other side of the wall must have been doing as well, watching her as she came.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she wailed over and over again, which I of course did, slamming into her cunt, which I'd now figured she was feeling while bent over, somewhat doggy fashion, though I saw it only in my mind of course. And it was again weird the moment she had finished, or collapsed, I would never really know, the sweetness of her cunt left me, the hole moments later closing between us. I'd been hovering on the verge myself only seconds away from a second orgasm, and thus aroused, went immediately in search of another to satisfy my pleasured need.
I saw another pair of much smaller breasts hardly able to even poke through the openings that appeared, more nipple than breast really, but there was something about them that looked erotically sensual, youngish, without being so, especially with the wall concealing anyone's identity. I immediately captured one of those pointed little protrusions in my mouth, gingerly sucking upon it and instantly hearing a soft pleasured moan come from its owner on the other side of the wall.
"Oh yes, yes. Suck it please, please!" she sighed delightedly as my mouth pulled on the hard extended nipple as though I was attempting to pull it right through the wall. I then heard and looked as yet another opening appeared, knowing immediately that she was now offering something else for me to play with as well, which I did. Her pussy was liquid as my fingers found it, her juices already free-flowing as I inserted one, and then two fingers inside her, feeling her squirm, rotating, and humping herself against my hand. "Make me cum," she said simply, half whispering as she said it, my finger tips quickly locating the hard little knot between her legs, rolling it sweetly between my finger tips as she groaned audibly on her side of the wall.
"Like that?" I asked, still mouthing her sweet tit.
"Yes, yes...that's perfect, just keep doing it like that!" she continued to moan excitedly, thrusting herself wildly now against my hand as I somehow managed to hold onto her clit, not quite pinching it, but firmly rolling it between my finger tips.
Not unexpectedly, she came very hard as she stood there, her cries of pleasure easily heard through the wall drawing a few casual, yet interested glances my way as she did so.
Like many others, I expected her to soon after disappear, but to my surprise, she had a request for me.
"Are you close?" she asked still sounded excited, breathless as she asked me.
"Close enough," I answered back, wondering if I'd be soon fucking her cunt, or feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding my prick as I climaxed.
"Could I ask you...would you, please would you, cum on my tits? I want to see what it's like to feel your hot juice splashing on them from your side of the wall."
That wasn't exactly what I had had in mind, but as I stood there thinking about it, her cute little titties still pressed through the hole in the wall expectantly waiting for an answer, I decided right there and then, that the idea of jacking myself off onto them wasn't a bad idea at all.
"Yeah, hell. Why not?" I told her. "Stay right there though, I need a stool!"
Grabbing one of several available, I quickly adjusted myself to the perfect height, now comfortably positioned, I found the idea of sitting there rubbing my prick back and forth against her nipple to be quite enjoyable indeed. I slapped it against her a little, and then rubbed it back and forth, hearing her delight on the other side of the wall as I did so.
"Don't tell me when you cum," she half begged. "I just want to feel it, feel it splashing, squirting against my tit when you do!"
Only too happy to oblige, I continued playing with myself against that luscious boob, feeling the sensation of pleasure begin to make its way up my shaft, then watching as it began to explode from the tip of my cock, showering that pointed little cone-shaped breast, completely enveloping her tender pink nipple with my cream.
"Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out, and I could tell that she too was in the throes of yet another orgasm herself on her side of the wall. Her breasts still pressed through my side of the wall, but jiggling nicely as they were, the movements telling me that she was no doubt frigging herself with her fingers as I finished pouring out the last remaining vestiges of my warm spunk against her.
"Thank you! Thank you!" she soon after said, and then as everyone else did, she silently disappeared, the holes once again closing.
I stepped back with my stool, replacing it, quickly locating a nice comfortable chair to sit down in again, grabbing a fresh drink, and sat watching as others came to the wall, some shoving their respective hard dick's through, getting them sucked mostly, though a few others found delight in a woman's cunt as she presented herself to be taken in that way, either facing or as I was learning, preferably bent over, ass pressing against the wall as their unseen lovers fucked them in this fashion.
I noticed that Mike had been one doing just that, suddenly backing away, his thirst quenched for the moment as he'd just had his prick sucked off nicely through the wall.
Spotting me, Mike sauntered over, his semi-erect prick still swinging to and fro between his legs, looking quite satisfied by the expression on his face.
"Fuck that was nice," he told me taking a seat. "God could she suck a cock, just wish to hell I know who that was," he admitted freely though speaking in low quiet tones. "As erotic and kinky as this all is, I'd still like to see who that woman was!"
"Yeah, know what you mean," I had to agree. "There was a sweet gal, really small breasts, but damn they were cute looking. Wouldn't mind seeing who they were attached to myself."
"Really small tits?" Mike asked curiously. "Damn near flat chested maybe?"
"Yeah, probably would look so if you were to see her," I told him. "Why?"
"There was a good looking woman I saw after we first got here, noticed she was wearing a really tight black top, hardly any boobs at all, but damn was she hot looking, maybe it was her, no real way of telling perhaps, at least not dressed...but hell, maybe there's a way."
I laughed, "This is starting to sound like a fairy tale, looking for Cinderella, except in this case, it's not trying to find the size of foot to fit the slipper, but the small firm little tit that I got to shoot my wad off against. Yeah, Cinderella's Prince would have had an easier time finding her than I would this one. I could just see it, walking up to small-breasted women and asking them to show me their tits. I'd find myself sitting behind bars in no time!"
"Well, just in case you do, was there anything about them specifically that you can remember?" Mike asked.
I sat there thinking about it for a moment. "As a matter of fact," I said grinning. She had twin tiny little moles, not even that really, maybe they were mere freckles, but there were two of them just a millimeter apart from one another right next to her areola. I guess if I got close enough to look at them, I'd remember seeing them again. But like I already said, not sure I'd dare run around asking to see women's tits just so I could see if they had those particular little marks on them or not."
"Might be fun," Mike grinned, "though you're probably right, you'd probably get yourself locked up in a hurry should you even attempt to do anything like that." Mike paused for a moment thinking. "There might be another way though, but we need to hurry if we're going to try and do this."
"What?" I asked curiously.
"Well, if you've had enough, let's get dressed and get out of here as fast as we can, and get back to the parking lot. I have an idea!"
We did indeed hurry to dress, and stood waiting only a few minutes later for the next available limousine ride back to the parking area where we'd left our car.
As we rode back, Mike told me what he had in mind.
"Well for starters, there's no way of knowing if that's the only parking area they're picking everyone up from," I told him. "And secondly, she may have already left before we did even if she did leave her car here. And speak about looking for titties in a haystack! Easier said than done, even that!" I grinned trying to imagine what that might actually look like while doing it.
"Yeah, that might indeed be interesting at that. But I seriously doubt it that she left before we did, we didn't shower for one, and most everyone else was doing that before leaving. And I'm willing to bet she did. But even if she didn't, even if she just went back and got dressed, maybe she's with a friend too..."
"Yeah, maybe even a boyfriend. Maybe he was with us on our side of the room," I said pessimistically.
"I doubt that, but even then, we'll get there ahead of her, that much I'm fairly confident of. All we need to do is sit, wait, and watch as some of the other limos arrive. As they do, we'll keep an eye out for small breasted women getting out of them."
"Oh right. And then what?"
"I don't know exactly, haven't figured that part out yet, but it's worth a shot, see how things go from there."
I shook my head in exasperation and sighed. "Hell, that's going to be like looking for Cinderella, without the fucking shoe even! I don't give us very good odds in doing that! Not to mention the fact, this particular Cinderella might not want to be found either!" I added realizing she had gone there for the anonymity in the first place.
"Well, doesn't hurt to sit and wait, see if anyone even closely looking like it might be her shows up. We can always take it from there if someone like that even does, and just play it by ear after that."
"Great plan," I told Mike.
"Got a better one?"
We hadn't exactly left early, but we hadn't left late either. It could turn out to be a long night with us waiting, sitting out in the parking lot watching as other limos arrived dropping of their guests. Spotting another turning into the lot only ten minutes after our arrival, I felt the excitement and hopefulness make the thought of waiting this out for a time, worthwhile.
"Damn, not her," I said as Mike and I watched a couple emerge, a man and woman. Mike confirmed it wasn't the girl he thought he remembered seeing for one, and for another, she was obviously well built too.
"Guess that does sort of confirm one thing though, there certainly were a few couples there, so not everyone showing up was alone, or with friends like we were."
A few minutes later another limousine arrived, but this one had two guys in it that got out.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," I said feeling a little silly. "We could be sitting out here all night at this rate!"
"Give it a little more time," Mike urged. "If she did decide to leave not too long after we did, at least figure in the time for a woman to shower, get dressed, and make herself presentable again before leaving. So let's give it another hour, if we don't see her or anyone else with small boobs, then we'll call it a night and let the carriage turn into a pumpkin again, how's that?"
I laughed, "Funny you should say that," I told Mike. "Remember how I used to call my girlfriends "pumpkin" all the time?"
"Yeah. Which is probably one of the reasons why you're single again, I don't think too many women enjoyed being called pumpkins." I shook my head, though I couldn't help but agreeing with him on the one hand.
"Yeah, well, right now I wouldn't mind calling her that, because I feel an awful lot like Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater at the moment!"
We were still laughing over our own silliness twenty minutes later when at last another limo pulled into the lot. But this time, a small slender looking dishwater blonde stepped out, along with a much taller brunette with obviously big tits.
Unfortunately, it was too hard to tell especially at this distance, and as she was wearing some sort of a jacket as we both sat there staring at the blonde.
"Well?" I asked Mike hopefully, "What do you think?"
"I don't know...maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Yeah, maybe. Maybe you should get out, walk over and just ask her. We do know she was obviously there, so it's not like she'd get too terribly upset perhaps if you just walked up and said hello or something."
"She might," I told Mike, though my hand was already on the car door opening it. "It was supposed to be anonymous sex you know, so maybe she won't like being approached."
"You won't know until you try," Mike said though he remained seated, as we'd already decided two of us approaching even the two of them might freak them out even more.
I watched as they made their way over to another car a short distance away, walking towards, but not hurriedly, still trying to come up with some reason to approach them, when I remembered something she had said to me in the heat of passion.
"You like my tiny pretty tits?" she had asked. "Do you think they remind you of ice-cream sundaes?"
Just about then, the tall brunette spotted me, giving me a curious, somewhat worried look. I kept walking towards them, but slowed, smiling.
"I'm sorry, I said still a reasonable distance away. "But I had to ask...you wouldn't be the ice-cream girl by any chance would you?" I ventured looking directly towards the blonde now. And though her look was one of puzzlement for a moment, she did offer a brief slight smile.
"Ice cream?" she asked as though that statement had indeed triggered something.
"Yeah, a while ago I enjoyed one of the most beautiful ice-cream sundaes I have ever had, and was just wondering if by some chance, you might have been the girl whose ice-cream sundaes, I put a bit of whip-creamed topping on."
She smiled, and as she did, the brunette relaxed no longer looking like she was about to walk over and spray me with mace or something, especially as I had seen her hand disappear inside her purse. She pulled it out, holding only a pair of keys, but I couldn't help but wonder what it was she'd actually been holding before finding those.
She was still smiling, eyeing me however, which at the moment was a good thing.
"So anyway, was just wondering, you don't happen to have two very cute, very tiny little freckles sitting right next to one another by any chance do you?"
Now she was grinning. "Maybe, but I happen to have several little freckles, it depends on where they are," she said slyly.
I swallowed, it was now or never, but I had a good feeling about it. "Right next to your very lovely looking nipple?" I ventured, and saw her smile even more broadly.
"Ah...so, that was you?" she breathed obviously relaxed, though she just as suddenly lifted the tight black top she was wearing. "And are these the two moles you remembered seeing?" she asked.
Here cute little tits were every bit as lovely, if not more so than I remembered seeing as she cupped them in her hand, allowing me to lean over closer to her and inspect the twin little dots near her nipple.
"Oh yes, I think they are!" I said grinning back. "And I would very much enjoy doing that again too."
This time she frowned, or pouted really, and my heart stopped.
"I am flying out in the morning," she told me then. "I only came here to spend the week with my girlfriend, Samantha," she said only then really introducing her friend to me, who at least was also smiling though she stood with one foot just inside the door, ready to drive away.
I looked at my watch, stupidly perhaps. It was a quarter to twelve, fitting under the circumstances.
"Well damn," I told her. "Perhaps when you come back for a visit again then," I said throwing in the towel, preparing to turn and head back to where Mike was curiously, and I am sure anxiously waiting for me.
"Wait," she said suddenly surprising me. "I can always sleep on the plane!"
I quickly told her about Mike who was waiting for me, and that seemed to please Samantha somewhat as well. They then told me where they were staying, and in which room at their hotel. I quickly made my way back to where Mike was waiting for me.
"Well?" He asked curiously the moment I got in. "Was it her?"
"Yep!" I grinned at him. "And...we've been invited over for some ice-cream."
"Ice cream?"
"Yeah...ice cream. Now...shut up and drive."
