When Vince returned to his grandparents' condo, the family was gathered around the television. He did his best imitation of the dutiful son and answered all the annoying questions thrown at him regarding college. He was more circumspect about his evening, however.
"I have a possible job opportunity with a businesswoman who lives here in the development. I just happened to sit next to her on the plane. Pure luck."
Of course, he didn't explain that she was beautiful, stacked, and liked to fuck. He just said that she was nice-looking and middle-aged.
The next morning was more of the same. Vince escorted his sisters down to the pool area after lunch when it had warmed up a bit. They spread out on patio recliners and worked on their tans, the two girls reading teen mags and giggling about a variety of teenage secrets. Vince fell asleep but was awakened by a familiar voice.
"Better turn over or you'll be served as a lobster for dinner."
Sharon stood next to his recliner in the bright Arizona sun. Vince was blinded by the brightness, but there was no mistaking those big boobs even though she was wearing a light robe over her swimsuit. Vince shaded his eyes and saw that his sisters were now splashing in the pool.
"Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm feeling a little burned already. I'm not used to this after wintry Minnesota. Have a seat."
Vince pointed out his sisters and made small talk. Sharon smiled, and as much as she wanted to touch Vince, she was unsure just how intimate she should be at this point with his two sisters staring at her.
"I'm going to catch a few rays myself...I'm settled in across the pool but saw you and thought I should say hi. What are your plans?"
Vince explained his dance card was wide open, except he had dinner planned with his family–but that was all.
"Why don't you stop by after dinner at my place and we can talk business. I've got some ideas to share with you if you aren't too busy."
"I'd like that. Sure. Any special time?"
"How about eight? I'll have some wine ready."
Vince agreed, and Sharon returned to her spot on the other side of the large pool. Immediately Vince's sisters returned and wanted the lowdown on the babe with the bazoombas, as they called them. Vince did his best to downplay the situation, and after burning himself on the other side, finally gave up and returned to the condo for a shower and some aloe.
After dinner and dishes, Vince excused himself, and amid more knowing glances, he headed for Sharon's place. He rang the doorbell and soon heard Sharon's footsteps. Once again they stopped on the other side of the door and he figured she was probably making sure it was him. And when she opened the door, he saw why.
Sharon was wearing a see-through robe over a pair of thong panties and a see-through bra showing an excess of cleavage. Her large areola and nipples were plain to see and looking for escape in the thin material.
Vince entered, and she closed the door after peeking down the hallway first. She greeted her college lover by putting her arms around his neck and kissing him greedily. Her recently applied red lipstick left its mark on him.
"I thought I'd show off some of our product by wearing it. This is a business meeting–correct? That way I can write off some of the expenses. You could be expensive! I'm afraid to see your bill for intimate consultations."
"I'll have to check the tax codes. But if I were the IRS, I wouldn't object to anything you would like to write off so far. Jesus, you look fabulous. I have to say, you caught me a little off guard."
"I can change into a business suit if that's what you'd prefer. But honestly, I hoped we could get down to business as soon as possible. Is that okay? By the projection in your pants, I'd say you are agreeable."
Sharon reached down and stroked the bulge in Vince's pants.
"I'll follow your advice. Just tell me what you'd like. I'm not used to amenities of this type in my previous business dealings."
"I thought we could stop by the kitchen and grab some wine before we head to the bedroom. I think the bedroom is the appropriate place to discuss lingerie. And, as promised, I've got something for you to try on. Don't worry! It's made for men. We do carry a few select male items. I think you'll like what I've selected for you."
Vince followed Sharon to the kitchen where she had a bottle of chardonnay chilling in a ceramic wine cooler. She grabbed two wine glasses and beckoned Vince to grab the wine and follow her to her boudoir.
When he entered, the first thing he saw was a camera mounted on top of a tripod and aimed at the bed. On the bed was a pair of silk pajamas. Sharon set the glasses on a nightstand and had Vince pour the chardonnay.
"Do me a favor–get out of those college clothes and become Hugh Hefner for a while. These are pure silk. I think you'll love how they feel against your skin. You're a bit overdressed for the occasion."
Vince followed her directions and unbuttoned his shirt as Sharon sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard sipping wine as she watched him strip. When both his shirt and pants were off and folded on a nearby chair with some of Sharon's undergarments, he started to pick up the pajama bottoms.
"Nope. Take off those briefs, Bubba. Those pajamas need no interference from your "tidy-whities." I need to see that magnificent cock of yours before you cover it up."
Vince smiled and lowered his briefs, but they temporarily got hung up on his rigid phallus, already at full mast.
"And there it is! Mmmm, just as I had hoped: rigid and ready. I'm getting wet just looking at you."
Vince reached down and without thinking gave his thick shaft a stroke. His fat cock head projected from his fist like a fleshy, Spanish conquistador's helmet. Vince grabbed the pajama bottoms and slipped them on, but his erection tented them comically.
"Leave the top off, would you? I like looking at that manly chest of yours. I bet you'd like me to do the same. But I'll wait a bit and let you take it off for me. It's more fun that way."
"So what's with the camera?" Vince had minor concerns about being filmed in a middle-aged woman's bedroom, most likely having sex. At least he hoped he would be having sex–but in front of a camera?
"I figured you'd get a little scared when you saw it. I have a little secret, Honey. I like to watch porn. No big deal. Everybody does, or at least most everyone as far as I can tell. But I thought it would be even better if it were me doing the exciting parts. And I can't think of anyone I would want to be filmed with except for you. I promise I will blur out your face if that's what you want, and I will personally edit it with you. But I tingle just thinking about watching us having sex after our initiation yesterday. Which, by the way, was unbelievable."
"But what if someone saw it and tried to blackmail you...or me...or something? I'm just thinking out loud here."
"I promised I will not make any copies–unless you want one. And no one will ever see it or even hear about it. I swear. But...up to you. I understand your hesitation. Oh shit! I'm bringing you down. Look! Your dick is shriveling to only huge. Come here. Let's start with a no-camera warm-up."
Vince looked down. His once rigid penis was now hanging down and pointing at his feet.
Vince slid up on the bed and into the arms of this gorgeous woman. She smiled and kissed him as their bodies melted together. And as promised, in no time Vince had her "robe" off and her bra removed. He suckled and fondled her huge breasts as she groped his once-again rigid cock with her small hand. Sharon ran her fingernails down his back and even inside the back of his silk pajama bottoms, lightly touching his butt cheeks and even his anus as they passionately writhed and kissed like a couple of snakes in heat.
Sharon was particularly fond of using her tongue almost as a sensuous probe, searching, exploring, and licking as she whispered dirty thoughts into Vince's ear. She skillfully used it as a sexual weapon of sorts. Her talents were not wasted on Vince. He responded in kind.
"That's it, Honey. Do what you want with me. I love the way you touch me. Your body is so hard but your skin is so soft. I can't wait to feel your big cock plunge into my cunt and have your way with me. God, you fucked me so good last night. I want to feel your cum shoot in me. Maybe even in my mouth. I know men like that. They like to see their big cocks filling a woman's mouth and then shooting a load. Well, I love that, too."
Vince wasted no time getting hard again. He noticed out of the corner of his eye the remote for the camera.
"Go ahead and turn on the camera, Sharon. We can make a final decision later on."
"I already did, Honey. I have a remote for it. See!" A red blinking light immediately flashed as the camera recorded their love-making. She had placed it to the side of the bed, which she figured to be the best angle for starters, and the lamp light would be perfect. Moving the camera or even having a cameraman would have been ideal, but that wasn't going to happen so this would have to do. However, knowing that they were being filmed added to the excitement of the occasion, and she realized that she was becoming a bit of an actress as she offered dirty commentary and loud exclamations of pleasure to supplement their lovemaking.
Vince now had all of Sharon's clothing off except for her panties, and as he started to take them off, she stopped him.
"Leave them on for a little while yet. I want to save the best for last. Get on your back, Vince. My turn to work on you for a while."
Vince turned over and watch as first Sharon slowly eased between his legs and kissed his penis through the pajamas. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her as she massaged the thinly covered appendage through the silk, occasionally nibbling on it and biting gently. His PJs were tented obscenely at this point. She stroked him through the material as a wet spot formed at the large crown around his piss hole. Finally, she grabbed the material around his waist, pulled the pants down, and slipped them off before tossing them aside.
"Don't you just love the feel of silk against your body? It is so sensuous, but I bet you'd like the feeling of my lips even more, hmmm?"
She stroked his naked cock with first one hand and then added the other.
"Oh lord, I love your magnificent prick, Vince. Look at that. You have a two-hander, Honey. But I'm going to let my mouth do the work for a while. Just relax while I see how much of this anaconda I can take in. But first, I need to do something."
She scooted over to the side of the bed, opened the drawer to the nightstand, and pulled out a tube of lipstick. But before she put it on her lips, she moved the camera in for a closer view, and then, smiling, very deliberately applied the bright red paint heavily on her full lips in an exaggerated motion in front of the camera before turning and kneeling again between Vince's legs.
"Look at the contrast of my red lips and your ivory cock. Don't you love that? But now, watch as I try to swallow this yule log of yours, Sweetie. I love giving blow jobs and I've been told I'm quite good at it."
Sharon smiled and then slowly stretched her mouth as wide as possible before slipping it over the crown of Vince's rigid phallus. She inhaled about half of it before closing her lips tightly and holding them there. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with all her might for a few seconds while swirling her tongue around it inside her mouth. And then, millimeter by millimeter, she slid up the shaft with her lips locked around his shaft. As her lips reached the plum-sized crown, they stretched even wider to accommodate his girth. When she got to the tip, she nibbled lightly on the crown and smiled. Vince was watching her closely, a look of rapture on his face. Sharon chewed softly on the tip.
"Don't worry, Honey. These are just love bites."
"Fuck, that feels good, Sharon. You weren't lying."
"We're just getting started, Honey. Before I'm done, you're going to be begging me for more."
She reapplied her mouth and once again slowly worked those bright red lips up and down the shaft, only stopping to lick and swirl her tongue around him. His cock was slowly being painted red from her efforts. She held his cock up against his stomach where it nearly reached his belly button. With his penis out of the way, she was able to lick and suck his testicles, gently massaging them with her mouth as she stroked his cock.