The Getaway
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright 2011 By Ernest Winchester
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The Getaway
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Gary and Jill, checked into the modest hotel in Boston, prepared to make the biggest acquisition to date for their fifteen-year-old company. They could easily afford swankier accommodations; the firm they had founded had prospered, especially over the last five years. The same five years that their marriage had taken a backseat to that growth. But Mrs. Anderson, Jill, had made the arraignments and Gary, as usual, had not paid much attention, even as they checked in.
Nor did he take his eyes off his PDA as he absentmindedly drew a bill from his pocket to tip the bellboy once they were in their room. Jill’s eyes popped when she caught sight of the folded bill, but not nearly as much as the bellboy’s. The man of seventy, if he was a day, burst out with a wide grin and profuse thanks. Gary barely looked up from his electronic connection to the world as he waved an acknowledgement toward the red-jacketed old man.
“Honey, do you realize you just tipped the bellboy a hundred?” Jill had waited until the shriveled elderly man was out of the room before she spoke. She had resisted the urge to assist the frail man as he had labored pulling the four large pieces of luggage from the chrome cart that he had used to wheel the baggage to the room.
“What?” Gary turned to give a fleeting glance at the closed door. “I hope he doesn’t expect that every time.” He dug into his pocket to pull out the remaining bills. Three one hundred dollar bills were left, neatly folded. “Damn it. The sawbucks are in my left pocket.”
“Well, if you’d take your eyes off that damn thing for a minute, you might have noticed. Everything is set for this meeting tomorrow, what are you checking now?” Gary had appointed himself president of the company and Jill held all the remaining titles, official and unofficial, from VP, to treasurer, to secretary. She was the man Friday of the company.
“I was just wondering if Gary Jr. is back at the office yet. The way the traffic was this morning going to the airport, we probably got here quicker that he got back downtown.” Their son had taken them to meet their plane for the one-hour flight.
“Cut junior some slack. He’s quite able to manage the office for three days.”
“I still don’t understand why you insisted on three days for this trip. The contracts have been transmitted; the lawyers have looked them over and all that remains is a handshake and signatures. This shouldn’t have required more than a one day trip.”
“Dr. Benson said you needed to relax, to get out of the office for a few days to get your blood pressure under control or he’d have to put you on stronger medicine. None of us wants that.”
“Speaking of that, how much are the tickets for that musical we’re to see tonight? That hundred was to go toward those.”
Jill broke out in a sly grin. “There aren’t any tickets. I’ve got something here that I think will relax you more than watching a bunch of actors in furry costumes dancing around a stage pretending to be a clowder of felines.” Jill struggled with one of the suitcases, casting it onto the queen-sized bed she had specifically requested when making the reservations.
“A what? A clowder?” Gary wasn’t sure which to be more puzzled with, the word his wife had just used or what she was referring to in the luggage that she had packed the night before.
“A clowder. It’s a group of cats, which we won’t go see tonight.” By then Jill had opened the suitcase and pulled out a smaller case, setting it on the corner of the bed where Gary could clearly see it.
“’The Getaway Kit,’ what the hell?” Gary went closer to the bed and reached out to pick up the case. Jill slapped his hand.
“Tonight, Mr. Anderson, I’m in charge.” She had assumed the tone they usually took addressing one another when in the office around their company’s staff. “And my first directive is for you to go take a good, but quick shower. You don’t want to miss anything.”
His eyes darted from his wife’s face to the case and back. By the time he was looking her in the eye again, she was pointing toward the shower. But instead of going there, he lifted his PDA. Jill jerked it out of his hand.
“I’ll check with junior while you’re in the shower and unless the office has gone up in a fireball, this will be off for the rest of the night.” Jill pulled the overstuffed chair around and sat in a position that allowed her to watch her husband strip for the shower. Something in the intensity of her stare slightly unnerved Gary and by the time he was naked, he felt as if he was a member of the cast of The Full Monty, sans the music. He didn’t even have the hat to wear.
He kept the shower quick but thorough, not knowing what his crazy wife had in store, yet for some reason, anxious to find out. When he came out of the bathroom, she was still in the overstuffed chair with her feet crossed at the ankles on the foot of the bed. He glanced around but didn’t see the small case she had removed from her luggage. Neither did he see the luggage. The bed was clear of everything except her stocking feet. He looked her in the eye and got no answer when he asked where the Kit was. Instead he saw a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips that he may not have seen since—well, maybe the night Gary Jr. had been conceived. She was holding his PDA in her hand and as he noticed it, she made a show of turning it off and putting it in the desk drawer behind her.
“The cells are off too. Gary is at the office, everything is fine and he knows that we can’t be contacted this evening. After all, it is impolite to have the audience annoyed by a cell phone while watching a musical.” She stood and walked toward him; reached down to remove the towel he had wrapped around his waist, casting it aside as she said, “Undress me.”
When Gary looked down at her jacket, he realized that she was without the blouse he was sure she had worn on the plane. From her throat down to the first button of her expensive business suit’s jacket, nothing was visible but her creamy skin. It was clear that she had removed the blouse and put the jacket back on.
His hands actually trembled slightly as he undid the three buttons of her jacket. With the first two buttons undone, he was convinced that she was naked beneath the jacket, but the third and final button opened to reveal she was wearing a very sheer, lace-trimmed bra. A bra that was black, yet to so see-through that not only did her nipples show distinctly, but the pale areolas were quite visible as well. It was virtually transparent. She slid the jacket off and dropped it onto the chair.
Gary reached out and gently grasped both breasts in his hands. Breasts that he had felt a thousand time in twenty-six years of marriage, breasts that for some reason felt new, as if he were touching them for the first time. They weren’t overly large, but each was a reasonable handful. With his thumbs, he stroked across the nipples and marveled at the rapid response he was creating through the sheer material. They hardened quickly and his wife’s eyes closed as a soft moan escaped her parted lips.
Jill opened her eyes and queried, “Do you like?” Her eyes and one hand went down to his cock. As she gripped it, she said, “Oh, yes. You like.”
Gary had been vaguely aware of the growing object between his legs, but until Jill felt it, squeezed it, he wasn’t mindful of just how well it, and he, had been responding to this strange woman before him. Where had she been all those years?
Jill turned slightly sideways and gestured to the rest of her clothes. Without a word, Gary reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her hips. As it fell below her thighs, he gasped. Instead of a pair of panties he had expected to see, there was a sight he hadn’t seen since just after the birth of his son. For where the panty’s crotch should have been, there was a pale, bare, clamshell of a pussy, devoid of any pubic hair. His cock gave an involuntary jump.
His unabashed wife stepped back and turned away from him, giving him the full view of her slightly dimpled ass as she walked around the bed and bent over to reach behind it. She retrieved the small case she had earlier removed from her luggage, keeping her backside to him while bending, allowing him a clear view of her creamy white ass. Four strips of material fastened to the only item still about her waist, a black garter belt, tightly held the hosiery she had on. He had never seen such sexy apparel on her. He liked it. Watching her move in the outfit caused his breathing to increase, as did his heart rate.
Jill straightened and carried the black bag back to his side of the bed. Gary stared at it for a few seconds before realizing it was the same bag she had before. Gone was the nameplate and he recalled it had been a paper wrapper that she obviously had removed. She came back to his side of the bed and sat down, patting the bedspread in invitation. He sat beside her with the now innocuous looking, plain bag between them. His cock stood out hard and firm, more than it had been in years. Jill smiled and leaned down to kiss the head, licking away a drop of pre-cum, before unzipping the bag and rummaging among its contents. Out came a small container, which she quickly opened and smelled before offering him a whiff. It smelled delicious. She placed a large dab on her finger and, pulling the sheer fabric of the bra aside, she smeared a sizable amount around her nipple.
Gary didn’t need an invitation to do what she obviously wanted and he leaned down to enclose his mouth over the cream covered nipple. Both moaned in unison, he from the taste, she from the feel of his tongue as he lapped away at the flavored concoction.
She removed the bra to use the next item pulled from the bag. It was a small bottle of oil topped with a cork. Jill removed the cork and poured a generous amount across the top of each of her breasts. As the viscous liquid slowly inched down her mounds, Gary circled each with a hand and squeezed the then slippery mammary, allowing the supple flesh to ooze through his grasp like a blob of wet putty. As each nipple passed through his grip, it hardened even more and Gary tried, unsuccessfully, to pinch the nipples but each slipped through his fingers. Even when he tried to use his lips, the slick nubs pulled away from his grasp. But it wasn’t without a gratified response from his animated wife as she moaned with each attempt.
Jill’s breathing increased to match her husband’s and she fished into the bag one more time to pull out yet another small container of flavored delight. This substance was applied to the freshly shaven lips of her pussy and no sooner was the material laid, than Gary squatted down and began lapping it away. He quickly finished the blobs and slid his tongue between the lips to taste what he hadn’t in years. ‘My god,’ he thought, ‘how could I have neglected this all this time?’ as he relished the flavor of his wife’s cunt.
Gary could hold back no longer and he climbed over Jill, thrusting his hard cock into her oozing cunt. She let out a squeal as he drove into her and he lowered his face to hers to kiss her heatedly, mingling all the flavors on his tongue with hers as they mashed their lips and tongues together.
Their bodies slid against each other, lubricated with the ingredients from the wonderful black bag until each cried out with orgasms, the intensity of which neither had experienced in years.
Moments later they lay across the bed on their backs as each tried to steady his and her breathing. Gary was the first to recover, to a degree, and lifted himself to his elbow to gaze upon his wife.
“My god, honey. You’re still a beautiful woman.”
“Well it’s about time you noticed. A little messy at the moment, though.” She said, running her hands over her oil slicken chest and stomach. Then using the grin she had focused upon him earlier she said, “We need a shower. Together.”
“Then what?” His eyes were glowing with anticipation.
“Then we order a meal from room service, nothing too heavy, and a bottle of Merlot, nothing too light, and by then I think we’ll be ready for the things still in the little black bag.”
“What’s that?” Gary turned around to retrieve the bag.
“Oh, no. That’s a surprise for later.” She took the bag from him and placed in on the desk.
She slowly, seductively, removed the garter belt and stockings, placing them over the chair back where she could retrieve them later, and grabbed his hand to pull him into the much needed shower.
The young man in a red jacket that matched the bellhop’s from earlier in the day, was noticeably disappointed with the ten-dollar tip he received after wheeling in the dinner cart. Evidently the old man had passed around word of his generous tip and Jill imagined a long queue of hotel employees eager to service their room. The Andersons had donned robes before the arrival of their meal, but after the young man left they proceeded to dine in the nude.
“My god honey, we’ve never done this before.”
Holding her fork in mid air so she could flash him the smile that she had worn many times in the previous hours, she said, “We’ve got three days to do many things we’ve never done before.”
“Honey, I’m not twenty-two anymore. I hope you won’t be disappointed if I can’t…”
Jill rose from her chair; aware of a wet spot she had left on the towel she had spread over the seat as a precaution. Even as she walked to her suitcase, she felt a trickle of cum slide down her inner thigh. She opened a side pouch on her suitcase and removed a small pill bottle, keeping her back to him. Opening the bottle, she shook out a single pill, then walked back to the dining cart where she placed the odd shaped blue pill on the edge of his plate.
Gary stared at it for a second before looking up at his wife. “Is that…?”
“I know it’s been a while since you used one, but surely you remember what they’re for.”
“Of course, but if it’s from my prescription, it must be pretty old.”
“Five years.”
“What makes you think they’d still be potent, so to speak?”
“I’ve gotten word that they will be.”
“Oh, for crying out loud. Who would you discuss something like that with?”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t anyone that knows us. Now take your pill like a good little boy and maybe you’ll turn into a nice big man.”
Gary took the pill with a sip of wine.
“Do you remember the one side effect, the one that was never mentioned in the literature?” Jill looked down as if expecting to see her husband’s cock spring forth the second the pill went down.
“You mean the next morning thing? I haven’t had a morning woody like that in years. I guess since I last took one.”
“We’ll sleep in the nude tonight, just in case.”
“You mean you’d…?”
“You never know what might happen in the wee hours of the morning.”
They finished their light meal and Jill drank a second glass of the Merlot, hoping to fortify herself for the other new thing that they had never done. Gary had only a half a glass, recalling the warning about not consuming excess alcohol with the pill.
With the cart pushed against the wall, Jill took the straight-backed chair and placed it in the open area near the bed. Gary stood by, wondering what she was going to do next. She didn’t go near the black bag, but instead lifted the dark hose from the overstuffed chair where she had placed them before their shower. The thought of her wearing the sexy garments again, produced an instant response in his cock. He wasn’t sure if it was the pill working so soon or just the thrill of so many new sensations brought about by the sudden new phase in his wife. Either way, he enjoyed the feeling in his growing cock.
Jill carried the hose over to where Gary was standing and as he turned to follow her, she said, “Stand still.”
She moved behind him and again had to tell him to remain still as she brought one of the hose over his face and tied it over his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. No wait, I guess you won’t see. Now put your hands behind you.”
“You’re going to tie my hands?”
“I will, if you’d do what I say. Remember, the VP is in charge.”
He yielded and Jill quickly had his hands crossed and bound. “Not too tight is it?”
“No. But I’d like to know what you’re doing. This feels strange.”
She didn’t answer him and he cocked his head from side to side, trying to listen to where she was moving. Her bare feet on the carpet gave him no clue until he heard the zipper of the black bag being drawn open. The next to reach his ears was the distinct sound of a jar being opened followed by the scent of something very sweet assailing his nose.
“My goodness, that smells good—oh my god, what is that?”
“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever had your cock dusted before? It’s called honey dust.”
“Is that a feather duster?”
Jill only giggled in response. When she finished applying a generous coating to his groin, she squatted down to put her lips and nose into her husband’s crotch. She moved around enough to acquire a liberal covering of the dust on her cheeks, nose and lips. As she was so near to his cock, it was easy to see that it was firm and a drop of pre-cum was hanging from its tip. She licked it off, only touching the very end of her tongue to the head’s slit.
Then with a grunt, she stood and applied a dusting of the powder to his ass.
“Damn that tickles.”
Back before him, Jill planted a hot and energetic kiss on his lips. His in turn, worked her lips and his tongue came out to sample the dust coating her lips.
“Damn that tastes good. Honey dust, did you call it?”
When he heard her answer seconds later, he realized that she had stepped away, moving closer to the bed. Was she bringing something else out of the bag?
For long seconds he heard nothing and flinched slightly at the touch of her finger smearing a blob of something around his right nipple. Her tongue and lips latched onto the nipple, even as she applied a coating to his other one. After she completed the removal of the flavored cream, there was another period when he didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. Then he heard a soft thump behind him. He again cocked his head, trying to substitute his hearing for his sight.
“The chair is behind you. Sit down.”
With apprehension, Gary squatted down, relieved only when his ass met the chair seat. He was sure Jill would not deliberately trick him into falling, but the temporary loss of his sight made him anxious. He felt the nap of a towel against his skin and assumed that she must have placed it over the chair for a reason.
Jill spread his knees and he felt her forearms brace upon his thighs, followed by the caress of her tongue licking away the honey dust from his cock.
“Oh god honey, that feels so good.”
“Honey for the honey,” she said, as she methodically cleaned away the dust, top to bottom, side to side and made a special effort to clear all of it from the head of his cock. Bracing her palms atop his thighs, Jill pushed herself upright, and yet again left him wondering where she was and what she was doing.
“Open you mouth.”
Gary complied and was treated to a cream covered nipple. He sucked it clean before being delighted with a different flavor delivered via her other nipple.
Gary’s next awareness was a drizzle of liquid swirling around his glans, then her fingers as they worked the oily fluid the length of his cock.
“What’s that?”
“Lubrication.” Was Jill’s simple answer, as she straddled his legs with hers, pushing his thighs together.
If she was half as horny as he was, he couldn’t imagine the need for lubrication to slip her pussy down his cock. But when he felt her pressing down on the head of it, he realized immediately that she wasn’t trying to put it in her cunt. Her hand guided his cock solidly against her anus. He felt the soft cheeks of her ass bracketing his glans and the upper part of his dick as she eased the tension of her legs to lower her ass. The ring of anus was clearly discernable as more of her weight pressed down on him. He wasn’t sure what would give first, his shaft or her sphincter, but then the sphincter gave.
With an almost audible pop, he felt his cock enter her ass. The groan he heard let him know that she had felt it at the same instant. Never had he felt anything so tight around his glans. “Oh my god.” He muttered.
Never had Jill felt something so good force itself into her rectum, as her body slid down his shaft. She raised and lowered herself several times, sinking further onto his shaft with each transit. A steady rising and falling rhythm followed, and she moaned with each incursion.
Gary tried to assist, wishing his hands were free to grab her hips, but he soon realized that the purpose of tethering him had been to remove his participation and give full control to her as she had said earlier. But he was able to thrust some by planting his feet firmly on the floor and bucking his groin upward in sync with his wife’s motions. Enough to eventually achieve an intense orgasm. He shouted out in unison with the pulses in his cock, feeling as if his member was being milked to its last drop by the tight walls of her rectum.
As her husband shuddered in his release, Jill surprised herself with an O of her own. She hadn’t expected one, not knowing what the experience would be like. The strain in her thighs forced her to sag onto his body and she knew that by the next day she would pay with pain in her legs for the exertion.
With his loins spent, Gary had little choice but to enjoy the heat of her ass around his cock as it slowly lost its erection. That was a most incredible sensation and he leaned forward to kiss a spot between her shoulder blades, the only way, for the moment, he could show his appreciation. He repeated the kiss, time after time as he sighed in gratitude.
Jill leaned forward and forced herself off his cock. With her legs spread wide and still straddling her husband’s body, she trembled from the strain. As she stood, she felt his cum slide from her rectum and she giggled at the sensation.
Gary felt the plopping on his shrinking cock and instantly knew what she was giggling at. He joined her in laughter; imaging what a mess he would see when she removed his blindfold.
Instead of removing the hosiery from her husband, Jill turned and leaned down to kiss him slowly and warmly, enjoying the various flavors that lingered on his lips. Until a second oozing of cum slid from her ass and made a quick decent down her inner thigh, forced her to run to the bathroom for a towel.
When Jill returned, she knew Gary was patiently waiting to see what she was going to do next. Having come twice in the afternoon and evening, she wasn’t sure her husband would be ready for a third round, especially too soon after the second. She stared down at the puddle of cum around his cock. Mingled with the honey dust, she was tempted to taste it. She hadn’t taken his cum in her mouth in years and only vaguely recalled the flavor. But she had to remember that the white splotches had dripped out of her ass and would be mixed with what lingered in her. Besides, there was always the next morning if the pill worked the way it had years earlier.
Jill untied Gary after removing his blindfold and they took another shower to clean away the remnants of the fun they had had. They slept naked as Jill had insisted, spooned together in a manner that they hadn’t done in a very long time.
Gary woke to a dream, a very pleasant dream, with his wife’s mouth working his erect cock diligently until it exploded across her tongue and down her throat.
The taste was just as she had remembered. It was good to have a refresher.
They dressed for the mid-morning meeting and as usual Jill took much longer. But she paused, half dressed, as she thumbed through the room’s phonebook.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m sure there must be a sex shop somewhere downtown. After the meeting, we’re going to find something else to use tonight and tomorrow.”
The ten o’clock meeting with the Andersons went as Mr. Jessup had planned, a brief get together discussing the transfer of the two Midwestern offices from his control and ownership to theirs, the formal signatures witnessed and notarized by the proper officials. But as the meeting adjourned, Mr. Jessup had an uneasy feeling as he wondered about the Mona Lisa smiles each of the Andersons displayed when they exchanged looks. What secrets were they concealing? Was there something in the contract that he and his lawyers had overlooked that was too much to their advantage and his disadvantage? He wondered even more as the middle-aged couple left his office when he saw Mrs. Anderson slip her hand into Mr. Anderson’s and brought his hand up to kiss it. If he didn’t know better, he could have taken them for honeymooners.
The End