Felicity Ch. 01

They stood and walked away giggling, arms around each other's waist.

When my own server returned I had a big grin on my face. The waitress looked in the direction I was looking wondering what I had found so amusing. I answered her unasked question by telling her that I saw an interesting by-play between a server and a client.

"Which server?" she asked.

"A tall athletic looking brunette with a pony tail," I answered.

"Was she serving a very pretty blonde?"

"Two very pretty blondes."

My server, Shawna, was a very pretty black girl in her early twenties that had become my "designated server".

She was tall, athletic with world-class tits and ass. She had gone out with my son a few times and was familiar enough with me to keep her hand on my shoulder as we spoke.

I liked her.

She blushed, while looking somewhat irritated.

"I see you know them," I said.

"Yes, for many years," she said.

"Tell me about the mother. Her back was to me so I could not see her."

"Very nice lady. She was my school secretary before her husband died. She knew every kid by name and most of the parents. I owe her big because her middle daughter, (the one you just saw), and I got caught in a stupid prank but she covered for me with my parents."

"How did her husband die?"

"A tanker truck from the chemical plant went through a red light and killed him. He was going home after chaperoning a school dance. That happened about four years ago.

I heard that the company volunteered to give her more money than her lawyer was going to ask for in a lawsuit. They were scared the accident would lead to a campaign to force them to leave Felicity.

She fired her lawyer when he wanted to sue the school district too."

Her eyes narrowed as she appraised me.

"You would like her. She would be a good person for you to know.

Need another beer?"

As she went to check on my dinner and bring me another beer I tried to put what I had just learned the previous twenty minutes into perspective.

Janice's middle daughter was an exhibitionist and likely gay. I knew Shawna was not gay but her irritation with Jana made me think that I may be missing something.

Janice's life had just settled back to normal after the trauma of her husband's death.

One thing my son had brought up during previous talks was that I should be alert for women that were more interested in my money than in me. That would not be in play if Janice was interested in me.

Lastly, a young lady that knew and respected Janice appeared to think I was a good match for her.

At the dog park Monday morning she and I and her friend Lydia were the only one's there at first. Lydia had apparently taken the morning off and had some juicy gossip for Janice.

She pulled her down to her bench.

I walked around with the bassets and the peke at a sedate pace that was shattered when the Chihuahua joined us. His infatuation with Sally was unabated and he came close to irritating her more than once. He was lucky that Sally thought irritation would cost her too much energy.

That morning I learned the Chihuahua's name was Thor.

Janice and Lydia joined me in my wrangler duties after a while along with Thor's owner Dolores. I allowed the ladies to chat away while keeping my comments to a minimum.

Sooner than I expected it was time to go. I had not had a private conversation with Janice all morning. She did ask for a kiss on her cheek before she left and I gave her my best kiss at nearly the corner of her lips. It was not where I was aiming and worried that she might think I was being too forward but she fully accepted the kiss.

"See you Wednesday," was all she said before driving off.

On Saturdays if the weather was good I would go fishing. Sally loved the boat rides even though any fish I caught had to be barked into submission.

If the weather was not good I worked.

As she drove away I wondered if Janice liked to fish.

I wondered if I had the balls to ask her.

Wednesday I brought coffee and kolaches for two. I though I had arrived at the park too early only to see that Janice and Harriet were already there. She kissed me on the cheek when I gave her breakfast. I may have blushed.

As we sipped our coffee I surprised myself by asking her to tell me about her middle daughter.

"She is the thorn at my side," she said.

I waited silently for her to continue. Janice searched my face for something before allowing a sigh to escape her lips and continuing.

"She is a topless dancer and a lesbian."

"And your favorite?" I asked.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Why would you say that?"

"I watched the two of you at the restaurant last Sunday. I saw her cast her bait at the waitress and saw the waitress swallow it whole. I saw your amusement at her antics and I saw how close you two were," I said. "What is her name?"

"It's Jana."

Janice had broken into a nice smile and breathed a sigh of relief because I took the news about her daughter in stride.

I got a kiss on the cheek.

I asked her, "Does Jana practice catch and release or does she.......umm?"

Blushing brilliantly Janice said, "Jana always eats her catch."

I laughed at the line. "Did Shawna and Jana have something going? I saw irritation in her face when I described what I saw," I asked Janice.

"Oh yeah. Jana will do something to piss her off then Shawna will do something to piss Jana off. It has been going on for years now. They love each other too much to walk away but they each still have wild oats to sow. Jana is more gay than bisexual. Shawna is more straight than bisexual."

I decided not to volunteer that my son and Shawna had fucked more than once.

At that point I saw Barney sauntering towards us escorted by the bassets. I stood and allowed Mrs. Shaw to sit with Janice. She asked for and received cheek kisses from each of us.

She said that the expression on our faces when she came in forced her to ask us what the topic of our conversation was.

"Her daughters," I volunteered.

"I bet it was Jana. She may be the most up-front child I ever saw. Very bright, very outspoken."

"You were her teacher?" asked Janice.

"No, I was not. The last five years before I retired I was basically assigned to mentor new teachers. I was the department head and I only had three classes. She was in two of those teacher's classes. She was a great help to me in getting the teachers up to speed.

I got to use Jana as the example of why they should never come into the classroom unprepared, that a bright young student would always catch them in any misinformation.

I added that they should be happy that the student keeping them in check that school year was always polite and usually gave them an out. Most of those types of students did their challenges with malice and a smirk.

My teachers also learned that you couldn't tell intelligence by just looking, that the sharpest mind they were likely to see in years may be in the head of a bubbly blonde girl.

And lastly, they learned that gender preference makes no difference at all."

Janice sobbed and placed her hands on either side of Mrs. Shaw's head and kissed her several times, the last kiss was to her lips.

"Thank you, thank you," Janice sobbed. "I was afraid I was the only one to see that in her."

"No chance of that although I know a few teachers that are disappointed with her career choice so far."

Janice said, "All I can tell you about that is that she is having lots of fun and makes as much money in one weekend than a teacher makes in two weeks."

"Hmmm. Maybe it's not too late for a second career," quipped Mrs. Shaw as she gave her small breasts a shake.

As the ladies laughed I took a dollar out of my pocket and slid it into Mrs. Shaw's blouse just at the swell of her breast. In mid laughter she shook her boobs for me with enthusiasm, briefly pressing one into my hand.

Janice pulled out a dollar from her jeans pocket and slid it down Mrs. Shaw's blouse past my bill. Her hand went much deeper into the blouse than mine, perhaps to a nipple. After a short hesitation Janice withdrew her hand while again kissing Mrs. Shaw on the cheek.

After that bit of merriment Mrs. Shaw looked at Janice and said, "You know, on her graduation night your daughter kissed me on the lips with not quite honorable intentions."

"Oh no," said Janice. What did you do?"

"I returned the kiss in kind."

Mrs. Shaw looked at me then turned to Janice and said. "I am sure your boyfriend wont mind."

With that said she gave Janice a soft, tender kiss on the lips.

After the kiss Janice looked at me with apprehension in her eyes, she was blushing very brightly.

I also saw that she had fully enjoyed the kiss.

My mind had simply accepted what I saw while relishing the fact that Janice had not corrected Mrs. Shaw's assumption that I was her boyfriend. What each saw on my face was a grin.

"I feel good today. You two have cheered me up and have resurrected some internal chemistry that has been absent for a while," declared Mrs. Shaw.

"In fact at noon I have a meeting with the ladies book club. A woman I hardly know has been flirting with me for the last few meetings. Today I call her bluff."

She laughed at her own bawdiness.

Most of our time that morning was spent by the ladies exploration for mutual acquaintances. I had little to contribute since I had lived in Felicity less than four years and kept to myself anyway.

Eventually we each turned our attention to our dogs that had been waiting patiently at their leash. We walked Mrs. Shaw to her car. The ladies' kiss was soft, lip-to-lip, and a bit more sedate compared with their previous kiss. Her kiss to me was hard, wet, and loud. Her tongue made a quick trip down my esophagus. Her hand "accidentally" brushed my dick.

"Let that be a lesson to you," She said after releasing me.

Janice was giggling.

I walked Janice to her car and she asked for cheek kisses before and after she got in her car. I may have given away too much information with each of my kisses.

She drove away and Sally and I walked to my car. After making sure Sally was secure in the back seat I turned to open the drivers side door. A car stopped in front of mine and blocked me in.

It was Janice.

I went to her open window and saw her once again pointing at her cheek. She was blushing a soft shade of pink. As I bent to kiss her she turned her head and my kiss landed full on her lips. The kiss lingered until we heard a car moving near us. She broke the kiss and drove away without saying a word. I must have stood in front of my car with my keys in hand for a while. A bark from Sally brought me back to earth and we went home.

Friday morning we both brought breakfast for each other. We kissed in greeting, a quick but soft full lip kiss.

As we sat I was berating myself for lack of aplomb. I could sense that each and every kiss we had shared had made me blush. I did note that that Janice had also blushed.

Men, however, were supposed to be cool about such things.

"Silly," I thought. "Two people that are more than old enough to know better acting like teenagers that had found their first true love."

I asked myself if I had fallen in love with Janice.

"Stupid question." I answered.

We sat and talked for a while. Then we walked around the enclosure and talked for a while.

When we sat back on our bench I asked, "Would you like to go fishing with me tomorrow? I have a boat and Sally loves the boat ride. I am sure Harriet will too."

Janice had been studying my face. She kissed me, a soft, lingering kiss that made me realize that I was completely lost.

"What should I bring tomorrow?" she asked before kissing me again.

"Sunscreen and dog," I answered after the kiss.

"You need to draw me a map to your house," she said before we shared a long soft kiss.

"Hey, take it to a motel!" We heard someone say amid giggles. It was Lydia and she was beaming at us. She bent over Janice and gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips. She then sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"What have you two been up to? She asked.

"Nothing," Janice and I answered in unison.

"What in hell is going on here," we were suddenly asked by the approaching Mrs. Shaw.

"Nothing," Janice, Lydia and I answered in our most innocent voices.

Mrs. Shaw sat on the other bench doing a very poor job of holding back her laughter. Before she had a chance to continue her interrogation Janice asked her how her book club meeting had gone.

"Was that certain person bluffing?" she asked.

Mrs. Shaw blushed and the three of us had that answer. Lydia jumped off my lap and sat next to her asking what happened and who was bluffing.

Mrs. Shaw looked at Lydia and told her "Lydia Mendoza, if you breathe any of this to anyone I will tell your dad the truth about those cheerleading tryouts you told him you were supposedly doing."

"I would not tell anyone I promise."

"Well, there was a lady at the book club that had been flirting with me for a few weeks. When I left these two the last time I was so horny that I had decided to call her bluff at our meeting that day.

She is a spectacular woman, tall, very redhead, with magnificent tits, maybe ten years younger than me.

And she was not bluffing.

I gave her an inch and she took the rest of me.

I feel like a new woman."

"But you just had a new woman," I said.

The words left my mouth unedited. My brain did not know they were going out.

Before I had a chance to apologize the women were laughing hysterically.

I was relieved.

It was a good if ancient line.

I stood and politely asked the dogs to go for a stroll with me and left the ladies to their gossip.

We were still making our rounds when Mrs. Shaw came to collect Barney. Lydia was with her and she already had her peke on a leash. I got fine lip kisses from each and off they went.

As the bassets and I returned to the corner Janice motioned for me to sit on the other bench. She was blushing. I sat and hooked Sally to her leash. I sensed that Janice was having difficulty hooking up Harriet and I looked.

And froze.

Janice had unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse. Her breasts were hanging free in open space. Her blouse concealed her breasts from anyone on either side so I was the sole spectator to her magnificent show.

While I stared at her glorious breasts she stopped pretending to be having a difficult time with Harriet's leash and looked at me with a big grin.

She giggled softly when I ran my tongue between my lips.

She giggled softly when I pouted as she buttoned up her blouse.

We held hands as we walked to our cars. When we reached her car I held her close to me and gave her my most meaningful kiss to anyone in over twenty years. I felt hers was too.

She got in her car and motioned for a kiss on the cheek. I gave her one. She motioned for a kiss on the tip of her nose. I complied. She motioned for a kiss on the lips. I kissed her until my back began to hurt. When I straightened out I saw that she had again unbuttoned her blouse.

"I wanted you three to get reacquainted. You will be seeing them most of the day tomorrow on the boat."

"I have not given you my address."

"Actually, I know your address. We will not be there at the crack of dawn but we will be there before nine. We will bring breakfast."

She caressed my cheek and drove away.

I wondered how she knew my address.

Probably the same way I knew hers.

I spent the day making sure that the boat was ready for an all day trip.

Janice and Harriet were at my door at seven forty. She wore a nearly transparent white cover-up over a turquoise bikini. I could not take my eyes off her.

i led her straight to the boat and we were on the inter-coastal waterway by eight. I hurried us to the pass and took us out to open waters. It was a gorgeous early October Saturday, the sea was still warm, flat, perfect for fishing. Unfortunately that meant heavy boat traffic. I had to get Janice to an area where she felt comfortable enough to take her bikini top off.

It was not going to be a prime fishing area but fishing was not my priority.

As soon as we put about two miles between us and the nearest boat Janice took off her tops. She went below to put them away and came back up with coffee and pastry for each of us. My hand almost missed the cup because my brain was drinking in her tits through my eyes.

"You better find a place to park if you are not going to look where you're driving," she giggled.

I was pulling back on the throttle when I saw the birds and the slick. I maneuvered to drift into it then cut the engine. Janice sensed that something was up and followed me down to the deck. I handed her a midsize rod and reel, baited it and had her cast into the slick. I picked up a similar rod with a spinning reel and cast a few yards past hers. Her reel sang as my hook was hitting the water.

I put my rod in a holder and stood next to her in case she needed help. She fought the fish to the boat and I lifted her prize onto the deck, a ten-pound king mackerel. She said it was the biggest fish she had ever caught.

After Harriet had joined Sally in barking the fish into submission I had Janice hold it for a picture, then I had her hold the fish in front of her tits for a second, G rated picture. We both had forgotten she was topless.

Amazing.

We put the fish in the ice chest, hugged and kissed then I re-baited her hook. Just before she cast my rod tip bent down rebounded some then bent down sharply. I grabbed it and started reeling in. It was another king, a bit smaller than Janice's. As I was plopping it into the ice chest Janice cast again.

She had a strike as soon as the bait hit the water. My suspicions about what it was proven correct when the fish jumped. It was a barracuda, nearly four feet long.

Janice held on for about five minutes before the fish shook himself free.

"I have never hooked anything that jumped like that. What was it?"

"Barracuda."

"Can you eat those?"

"Not when they get that big."

Janice was absolutely pumped. She hugged me, squealed, ran a lap around me, kissed me again, and then hurriedly re-baited her hook.

Her next strike did not come for over thirty minutes; I had landed two snappers and another king while she waited.

She was in the middle of bragging that the fish were afraid of her when her rod tip suddenly bent down hard.

After just barely hanging on and losing line for almost two minutes I maneuvered her to the chair and strapped her in. I helped her seat the rod in the rod holder and she managed to relax somewhat. After about twenty minutes I brought her water and steadied the rod with my shoulder while she drank and took some deep breaths. I told her she might be in for a long fight.

I put away my gear and sat next to her and coached her a bit.

I told her not to try and reel it in if she could not lift the tip of the rod but not to let the line become slack, to keep the pressure on.

I told her to lift one finger at a time often to keep the circulation going.

I told her I loved her tits.

She smiled at that old fishing line then concentrated on her fish.

Twenty minutes later I had decided that it was not an eighty pound yellow fin or a hundred pound grouper at the end of her line. I suspected she was holding onto a big shark.

She said she needed to pee. I volunteered to hold the line for her but she said she did not want to take the chance of loosing her fish. I suggested that she should just go ahead and pee.

She thought I was making a joke until I filled a bucket with seawater and poured it over her lap. I went for a second bucket and she started to pee as I slowly poured water on her crotch. After the third bucket while blushing deeply she said "thanks."