Private Miller

She didn't. Actually, she didn't really want him to go. A few hours later he would reap the benefits of that decision.

She came in the house not more than an hour later carrying a bag from a local department store. Any thoughts of it were dismissed as his attention was immediately absorbed with her arrival a few minutes later at the pool. Was that a new swim suit? Could he see nipples when she leaned over?

Cool heads prevailed. For the first time in days there was no mutual application of lotion, no touching at all. With such an erotic aurora permeating the air both of them knew it was a dangerous time.

She was relieved. Trey could sense it, wouldn't push. Something just told him it wasn't the time.

He was correct in his assessment. His hunch paid off well.

Those couple of hours wasn't just a "cooling off" period for them. It was time instead for Shannon to build her courage. She was about to come out of her shell...to intentionally project herself back twenty years or more. Fashionably speaking, Mrs. Rogers was about to look like a "blast from the past."

At four o'clock when she stepped out of the house by the pool, Trey was already dressed and ready to leave. Her impact on him was immediate. One look at his face told her the story.

Trey couldn't hide his pleasure...literally.

He seemed to have a perpetual hard already but what he was looking at now made him stand up like a flag pole.

Shannon was wearing a baseball cap, a pair of white sneakers, and a yellow sleeveless blouse that had the top three buttons undone.

And not much else.

The black skirt she was wearing hardly qualified to be clothing. It surely wasn't any more than eighteen inches from her waist to the hem.

The unbuttoned blouse exposed cleavage that she normally wouldn't dare in public.

She held her breath. Just hours before she had bought it all on an erotic impulse. She had gone too far. She knew she had! She hadn't dressed like this in public for twenty years. Suddenly, she was terrified...totally embarrassed. She had made a fool of herself in front of him.

It is amazing how one long, appreciative wolf whistle soothed her concerns. Inwardly, her heart raced as she beamed. Outwardly, her nipples hardened.

"My God, Shannon. You look absolutely fantastic!" The way he said it left no doubt about how she looked and how openly he appreciated it. He made no attempt to mask anything.

"It's not too short?" she coyly asked.

"It's perfect." He couldn't say more. Of course it was too short. It barely covered her ass.

But his thoughts were flying. This outfit wasn't something that she had inadvertently run across in the back of her closet. He knew it. No way!

Nope. He knew that Shannon had just bought this a couple of hours ago to wear in front of him. His heart soared almost as high as his cock. By golly, lying low earlier that afternoon had paid off.

He was right. She had a couple of old really short skirts in the back of the closet that she would take out every now and then and wear for Eric when they were alone. He loved to let his hands roam under it before bending her over to take her with the skirt pulled up.

That was fun, but this time it was not her husband. And this was definitely not going to be private.

Shannon drove an old van more than twelve years old. Eric kept it in great condition for her and she used it almost as a bus with her basketball team. Like a little boy, Dustin had demonstrated to Trey about how the seats, which were large Captain's chairs, could be adjusted so that they swiveled and lay almost flat down. He bragged about how many times he'd used that feature.

But as they drove what held Trey spellbound was the driver's seat. There was no way she could drive and still adjust her skirt to compensate for the short length. Within minutes she gave it up and he glimpsed black between her legs.

Soon after that he realized why there was so much cleavage. She leaned over to adjust the radio and he had a perfect view of two gorgeous globes proudly displayed in a white half bra. The upper part of her breasts and her nipples were totally exposed. It surprised him more than the skirt, especially with them going out in public!

She had pulled out all the stops. He knew it. She knew it.

The next four hours were about as close to heaven as Trey would have dared to imagine. The lively conversation, the constant glimpses of everything she could offer and yet more still...the fact that, for some reason, as soon as they got out of the van she took his arm and held on like they were a couple.

Trey had to admit that, like Eric, it was a thrill to watch other men admire her. And they openly admired the woman. If their evening had stopped right then and they went back home it would still have been a wonderful day.

The game was cheap, fun and much more than either had expected. Although Shannon was giving her attention to Trey she couldn't help but notice and enjoy the looks that she got from others. In a way, it was like she actually was cheating on Eric. What fun!!

At least, that's what she told herself. But the microscopic black thong she was wearing revealed that it was much more than just "fun" for her. It was soaked.

After the game, as hungry as he was and as nice as the restaurant was, Trey was only about her. The little show the Japanese chef put on was fun. Halfway through it neither of them noticed it.

Shannon had described the restaurant correctly. By the time they got there it was dimly lit, more light coming off the fire on the cooking grills than the lights. Seated in a semi circle were eight people. Not by accident, Trey had them seated at the end with Shannon on the very outside seat. The table had a considerable overhang so that when everybody was seated you couldn't see below anybody's waist.

Within minutes she first felt it. As aware and embarrassed as she was with the short skirt, those concerns all went away when she felt his hand casually touch her leg under the table. Instantly, all other thoughts were gone.

She wanted to ignore it. He got bolder. She swallowed hard, trying to be chatty and paying attention to their meal. He slid his hand up another few inches.

Her hand quietly went down, taking his wrist gently.

"Trey," she said softly as she looked around to see if their activities had been detected. She hoped that her quiet warning would be enough.

She chose to ignore the fact that her heart was beating like crazy and there was a very subtle movement of her hips in response to his gentle intrusion.

Again, all of Trey's experience came to play. He knew what he had just heard had been a quiet plea, not a referendum.

There was a hesitation for a few minutes on his part, but not an exodus. He waited patiently. She foolishly let her concerns diminish. Not go away...diminish.

Slowly his hand crept up. This time...nothing from her.

Suddenly, Trey knew it. All doubts vanished. This was the time. After a week, after all his positioning and his patience, now his sexual cunning and experience would pay off. Sitting right there in that restaurant, Trey knew it was no longer an "if."

Suddenly, he was starving. Nobody at the table had asked their relationship...only that they were together. When he reached over with his hand and shocked her by gently guiding her face to his for a soft kiss, nobody seemed to mind.

Except Shannon. She was stunned at his brashness. She almost came right on the spot.

"Let's eat, Shannon," Trey whispered. "You make me starved."

Those simple words rushed through her. Starting from her ears and somehow landing right in her titillated crotch, she didn't think there was anyplace in her body or soul that it missed.

A few minutes later, between the fried rice and the shrimp, he brushed over her thong with gentle fingertips.

The reflex from her hips was obvious, her surprised reaction very audible. She winced, hoping the others thought she was responding to the great food.

After that Trey didn't touch her again. He'd let her imagination replace his advances. He was sure that it would be more erotic, more sexually devastating than any response he could evoke with his physical touching. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Trey knew there had already been surrender.

Dessert would be "to go."

MENAGE A TROIS IN ABSENTEE

It was dark when they left the restaurant. It was a Saturday night, the temperature had dropped enough that it was tolerable and they had enjoyed a great day. There was no reason for there not to be a nonstop stream of happy, aimless chatter.

It was seventy miles back home, the first half of it freeway and the other part winding country road. Even though the first ten miles or so were urban driving there was no traffic that time of night.

In the dim light coming from the van's dashboard she got careless. He couldn't help but notice what had become generous flashes of black panties. With those three top buttons undone her blouse had a gap in it and, given the lucky angle, he had an almost constant view of her left breast perched on and supported by the white half bra. My god, even in the dim light he could see that her nipple was a bullet!

Yet Trey knew it wasn't enough, that this wouldn't do. Each turn of the wheels were getting them closer to home and him further away from ecstasy. He knew that, once she was home, things could change quickly.

Careful. Careful.

He moved out of his seat and kneeled on the floorboard next to her. The space between the seats was wide, easily spacious enough for him to fit in between.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a shaky laugh.

He didn't answer. Instead, he moved his face to hers and, as she drove, brushed her lips with his.

"Tr-e-e-e-y," It was a bit like begging.

Trey knew they had been past well this point for hours. It was only a teaser to break the ice. He had to move on. Now!!

This time her view became totally obscured when he guided her face to his for a full, intense kiss.

Shannon shuddered. Trey felt it. She tried to deny it.

"Trey." That's all she said and even that was very quiet. There was no conviction at all.

"You really look wonderful tonight."

It was so simple yet so sincere, she couldn't help it...couldn't mask the definite ping that stroked her whole being. But it was wrong to allow him to go this far. She shouldn't tease; let him believe she would allow more.

But they both knew she wanted more. She gasped at how much "more" he was suddenly taking.

He didn't try to lift her left breast out of her bra. He didn't have to...it was already exposed, just sitting on top of her bra beaconing his attention.

And that's where he went. It was clumsy with the steering wheel and her arms in the way but he slid his hand over and slipped inside her blouse, softly stroking the fullness perched on the bra. He wasn't surprised that her nipple was so hard...he had watched it all night. It was the firmness of the forty year old mound that was so astounding.

"No-o-o, Trey." Her mouth objected but deep down she knew that he wasn't going to stop and that she was hoping he wouldn't. Both knew that if she had really wanted him to stop she would have slapped his face, pulled over and thrown him out.

When his lips brushed the sensitive edges of her mouth his hand had already moved again, this time relocating to her bared legs. Earlier in the evening she'd already been tantalized with the pleasure of his fingertips brushing the inside of her thighs. But this time there was a boldness she couldn't ignore.

"Tre-e-e-e-y, ple-e-e-a-a-s-s-e-e," she whimpered. His hand hadn't just slid up her leg; he was also gently applying pressure to the inside of her right leg, silently encouraging her to spread her legs for him.

For all her protest, even he was taken aback about how easily she wilted to his request.

" Trey, Trey, no-o-o-o, u-m-m-m-p-u-u-h-h, Tre-e-e-y, no-o-o-o," she couldn't direct her thoughts. Couldn't turn off the sensations racing through her.

She was sure she was going to crash the van. Up to this point somehow she had been able to have at least marginal control over the vehicle but when his mouth suddenly replaced his fingers just above her knee she knew they were in real danger.

When she saw the little sign indicating they were about to pass the exit for a rest area she suddenly swerved, taking the exit as "any old port in a storm." As soon as they drove into the unlit area it scared her. There were no facilities so the only thing there besides themselves was a couple of big rigs with their engines running. The stillness, the dark desolation of it, scared her almost as much as driving under the influence of his mouth. Slowly she drove past the trucks and parked almost all the way down the drive. With the engine off she could then deal with Trey.

Neither of them had noticed that another vehicle had also exited the freeway right behind them, had turned its lights off as it slowly took the exit. Unlike them though, it stopped well on the other end of the parking area.

Nothing could have been further from their minds.

What was imminent, was the pressing issue, was Trey unbuckling her seat belt

Then, for the first time, this kiss wasn't just a glancing blow, not a delightful whisper of his lips. No, this time it was full, demanding, searching...and she gave in totally.

He smiled inwardly. He wondered if she had done it on purpose. Not the moan that was so audible, not the hand that had moved to the back of his neck. Those were obvious enough. But what drew his attention was when she slightly opened her legs to accommodate his hand that had moved back inside her thighs.

He wasn't going t pass up on the invitation. Slowly he slid his hand all the way up. He couldn't hide his surprise. His wandering hand had made a very telling discovery.

"O-o-o-h-h, my-y-y-y god," He whispered to her.

Embarrassed, Shannon lifted her hips and moaned into his ear. She knew what had just caught his attention, what he had just discovered that stroked such pleasure for him. She had been able to hide it all day but now the game was over.

Trey had stroked her pussy over her thong before slipping his fingers inside. When he did his hand had slipped into a cavity of absolute slush! She was so wet it was running down the inside of her thighs. The thong was sexy but it offered no protection. Not for her, not from him.

All doubts were gone. He knew exactly where he was, where Shannon was, what to do. When to do it.

He knew she was overwhelmed...would respond to anything he offered. For now. He knew it wouldn't last forever, that at some point there would be a realization on her part.

The full kiss he gave her seemed so natural. So firm, so demanding, yet so all about her. Even as he moaned into her mouth she couldn't help but feel that he wasn't so much expressing his own pleasure as he was trying to gratify hers. The sensation wasn't new but it had been a long time coming.

What now?

There was a hesitation before his hand vacated her wet crotch and reached over to the left side of her seat. He deftly released her controls and slowly turned her seat to the right, toward him. This time, when his mouth found her, it was her left breast that got all the attention. He had watched that hard nipple all day. He couldn't and wouldn't pass up on it now.

Shannon slipped her head back and moaned. It wasn't as if she wasn't expecting it. She wasn't being strong at all and she knew he would take what he could get. But she had not anticipated the overwhelming sensation, the illicit pleasure that would permeate her soul. All she could do was moan softly and place her hands to the back of his roving head. He wasn't just toying her nipple with his tongue by then...he was sucking, taking as much into his mouth as he could without releasing her from the useless bra.

He removed his mouth. Her head came forward, looking down and she tried to gather her wits for a second.

"Trey, you know we can't do this."

Trey was ahead of her. He'd been through this before. He knew that the magic in the air could dissipate and could do so in a flash unless he redirected her attention.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h. No-o-o-o-o-o, Tre-e-e-y." Suddenly his mouth had appeared on the soft inside of her left knee. O-o-o-h, that was s-o-o-o sensitive!

Trey knew better, knew not to take "no" as a directive. He knew that if he wanted to push it he could be at the promise land in seconds. It was a short trip, only inches. But that wasn't what he wanted. Wasn't what she really wanted. He knew that.

Trey pulled her forward and lifted her legs over his shoulders, forcing her legs wide as she slid down into the seat in an awkward position.

For the next few minutes Shannon didn't know what was the slowest...Trey's mouth exploring the inside of her trembling thighs on the way up or the excruciatingly slow descent of her soaked thong being drawn down her legs. When they met half way he didn't ignore either. He licked and kissed his way around the flimsy garment, taking time to enjoy the soaked lace by gently rubbing his face in the damp lace.

By the time his mouth finally reached her clit, he had already gently moved one of her legs from his shoulders and then right back. It was just long enough to accommodate her thong coming off, intentionally leaving it to dangle off her foot. He wanted to make it last, to tease her unmercifully until she begged. Yet he knew the time was now to coax a slow extraction of her first orgasm. First. There would be more. He knew that. Once she had totally relented to his mouth she would be unable to ward him off, to deflect any other advances. She would be weak, open to anything he offered.

And he wasn't about to remove her thong totally from her foot. The thought of her feet waving in the air with it dangling was far too erotic to ruin.

Slowly, he clamped down on her clit with his mouth. Both of his hands had moved up, separating her blouse to explore her through the nothing bra. Nipples had been found, tweaked, twisted hard enough to be a bit violated. She didn't care. At the moment everything converted to pleasure.

He licked fast. He sucked hard. She couldn't hold back.

Little circles of her ass, tiny at first...barely noticeable. Soft moans. Then more pronounced. Over a period of minutes her hips were coming off the seat, circling broadly before becoming an outright thrashing as she moaned loudly.

She suddenly came. Exploded! Unabashed moaning like a cheap whore plying her trades. Over his shoulders her legs waved in the air, at times kicking and at others clamping his body tightly, her hands grasping Trey's head and pressing him into her rotating crotch. There were no thoughts of her husband or anything else. Only the pleasure rushing through her body. Only that mouth assaulting her sensitive clit, those fingers punishing her swollen nipples.

Trey was her total world at the moment. He knew it and had every intention of stretching that "World" into the coming hours. His hard cock would demand that. He had no intention of releasing her from her sexually saturated moment.

And now was the time to start.

Her legs were already over his shoulders. Slowly he removed his cock from its confines in his shorts. Just releasing it was a relief. But he had to be careful. This was a crucial moment. The next step had to be her idea, even if she had to be coaxed.

Trey guided her hand to his cock. She moaned a little, acting as if she was surprised it was there. But her instinct was to stroke, gasping at the size, the hardness.

He moved forward just a bit, encouraging what he knew would come next...yet had to be her undertaking. He couldn't and wouldn't force.

There was no disappointment. It was so easy.

Shannon trembled, brushed aside her moral reservations, and slowly guided him in.