Requiem for a Heavyweight Ch. 02

Deftly and silently, as if cracking a safe, Ken watched her unzip Jeff's pants, reach her hand inside, and pull out his already stiff prick. Jeffrey looked around, but with her hand under the bar, no one could see what they were doing but Ken. As if this was all preplanned for his sexual pleasure, Ken had the perfect vantage point and Jeffrey knew it. Too long since he had sex, unable to stop watching their sexual, public display, Ken was not only sexually aroused, he was now as horny as he was sexually frustrated.

Ken stared and watched as the sexy woman wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his best friend's cock and slowly and methodically stroked him with purposely intent of getting him to cum. In the way that she expertly stroked him, she had obviously stroked many cocks before. She played with his prick by fingering the head of his swollen prick first. Then, as if she was in love with him and he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband, she slowly and seductively masturbated him in the way that he had slowly and seductively masturbated her. Then, without regard to anyone else who could be watching their sexual show, as if inviting him to join them, she turned to look at Ken watching her jerking off his friend.

'I wish that was me, instead of Jeff,' thought Ken. 'Whether masturbating me in public or in private, after watching this sexy, salacious, sexual show, I need to cum.'

As if watching a live sex show and indeed he was, better than any porn movie that he had ever watched, this was the most sexually arousing display that Ken had ever seen, and better than any porn movie that he had rented. If Jeffrey had told him about this, had he not seen it with his own eyes, he never would have believed him. Yet, now, after witnessing this live, public sex act in person, he'd believe anything that his best friend told him regarding his sexual liaisons. He only wished it was him with the woman instead of his friend. Only, in the way that Jeff could seduce a woman with his eyes, his voice, and his touch, Ken lacked the self-confidence to seduce any woman.

The only sexual tool that he had at his disposal was his mind. A powerful tool indeed, but the women who were attracted to him tied their hair in a bun and wore, thick rimmed glasses from reading all night instead of having sex all night. The only women who were attracted to him cared more about their academic accomplishments and their education than their sexuality. The only women who were attracted to him looked more like librarians and doctors than strippers and porn stars. Just once, he wished that he could get a woman as stunning and as sexy as the woman that Jeffrey was with now. Just once, he'd love to enthrall a woman with his cock instead of with his knowledge.

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Out of his league, she was a good-looking and sexy woman. Jeffrey always got the best looking and sexiest women. How does he do it? Always, he finds the most beautiful women and gets them to do the most outrageous, sexual things in public, no less. What are the odds that so many women would agree to have sex with him in public, especially with a man they just met? Perhaps he was old fashioned but Ken thought that more men would agree to have sex in public than women. Perhaps, he was shy and modest but he could never have sex in public in the way that Jeff did.

He watched Jeff whisper something in her ear and she turned again to look at Ken while giggling. If it wasn't enough that she was so pretty and so sexy, she also had a very musical laugh. He imagined that she must have a good singing voice. Ken felt as if he was at a swingers', social dance watching two people who were privately, sexually active in the lifestyle suddenly become sexually active in public. Jealous of Jeffrey's sexual success with women, he envied him. He wished he was more like his friend. He wished he knew how to seduce women in the way that Jeffrey was so comfortably adept at bedding them.

Then, if what he was already doing wasn't sexually arousing enough, with just a subtle flip of his finger, as if he knew exactly what to do and when to do it, Jeffrey slid the strap of her blouse from her shoulder. As if a shroud unveiling a painting, a sculpture, or a valuable work of art, Ken watched her blouse strap slowly slide down her arm as if in slow motion. With her not wearing a bra, her red silk top slowly slid to expose her right, naked breast. Ken couldn't believe he was seeing her naked tit.

Too perfectly formed to be natural, her breast appeared real but surgically enhanced. Yet, whether her breast was natural or a surgical creation of what a plastic surgeon thought a woman's breast should look like, Ken still took sexual excitement in seeing her naked breast. When Jeff exposed her breast, instead of covering her nakedness with her hand and/or instead of sliding her blouse strap back over her shoulder, she remained partially topless to Ken's horny and admiring eyes. In the way that he was sexually excited in seeing what she was showing him, she seemed sexually aroused in showing him what he was seeing of her.

'I can't believe that Jeffrey exposed her naked breast. I can't believe she allowed him to expose her naked breast. I can't believe she allowed me to see her naked breast without covering herself. I can't believe I'm seeing her naked tit,' he thought while continuing to stare at her semi-nakedness as if he was a peeping pervert instead of Jeff's best friend.

Her breast a B/C cup was certainly big enough and was very shapely. Even though she appeared to be thirty-something instead of twenty-something, her breast didn't sag at all. Her breast was spectacularly beautiful. Her pink nipple was already erect and Jeffrey leaned his mouth to it and teased her nipple out more with his lips and tongue. Teasing him as much as she was teasing him by not covering her naked breast, Jeffrey looked back to see his friend's reaction to not only seeing her naked tit but also to seeing him sucking her naked tit.

He watched them as if he was watching the movie 9 ½ Weeks with Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke about a woman who had an impersonal affair with a man she barely knew, and the sexy, sexual games they played. Enthralled watching the sexual interaction, Ken watched Jeffry take an ice cube from his water glass, insert it in his mouth, and lean forward to suck out her nipple. Squirming, quivering, and giggling, she seemingly was delighted with the touch of his icy cold lips, mouth, and tongue.

'I'd think she'd more prefer him take a sip of hot coffee instead of freezing her nipple with ice,' thought Ken. Now, eager to try that sexy trick on a woman, alas, he had no one who'd allow him to see her tits never mind suck her tits.

Transfixed on her experienced hand, Ken watched her stroke him faster and harder, again. Jeff leaned closer to her ear and whispered something to her again. Next, she reached her hand in her glass and pulled out a handful of ice cubes. She inserted the ice in her mouth before climbing down from her barstool and falling between Jeff's legs. She stroked him a few more times before taking his erect cock in her ice filled mouth.

'Oh, my God. Fuck me,' thought Ken. 'I can't believe they're doing this. I can't believe I'm witnessing this. I can't believe she's giving him a blowjob in a public place. This is so hot. I'll be masturbating over this tonight.'

The entire time she sucked him, as if she was telling him that he was next, she stared in Ken's direction with her big, brown eyes. Then, when she temporarily removed Jeff's cock from her mouth to add more red lipstick to her full lips, she turned to Ken and ran a slow tongue across her lips while blowing him a slow, sexy kiss. It was erotically arousing for Ken to watch his friend get an icy, cold blowjob from such a very, hot woman while Jeffrey knew that he was there watching them having sex.

'Fuck me,' thought Ken. 'Why does he always get the hot woman? How does he do it?'

Nonetheless them not caring that he was watching them having sex, obviously with Jeff wanting him to witness their sexual antics, he felt as if he was doing something naughty peeping on them. Even though they were the naughty ones having sex in such a public place and in front of him while knowing full well that he was watching, as well as making him feel horny, he felt uncomfortable watching such a public, sexual display of sexual depravity. Sexually frustrated that it wasn't him receiving the blowjob, he felt the horniest he had felt in a very long time.

As if he was the perverted one for watching and staring, he felt that there was something wrong with him for sexually living vicariously through his friend having sex with this gorgeous, sexy woman. As if watching a live porn show, Ken watched her head slowly bob up and down before bobbing faster and in rhythm with her hand. Giving him a real show, while she stared over at him, he watched her tongue flick in, out, and around Jeff's stiff prick. Then, as she licked and sucked his entire shaft while stroking him, deep throating him, as if it was a magic trick, his cock disappeared in her mouth all the way to the base.

'Lucky bastard,' thought Ken. 'They're making me so frigging horny.'

Her cock sucking skills made her cheek swell as much as his appreciation swelled in watching this impromptu, public blowjob. Her cheek moved in and out as she stroked Jeffrey while sucking him. Ken couldn't believe that his friend was getting a blowjob in such a public place. Having seen his friend getting a blowjob before, he knew he was about to cum when Jeff put a gentle hand to the back of her pretty head. He knew that Jeff was ready to cum when he saw him moving his hips.

Encouraging him to ejaculate his cum in her willingly mouth, she stroked him faster and harder while sucking him deeper as Jeff humped her mouth and fucked her face. Obviously, not done with her sexual show, she turned her head to stare at Ken as Jeff exploded his load of cum in her mouth and down her throat. Without spilling a drop, licking him clean, she took it all and swallowed it. Then, she dabbed her lips with her napkin and applied more lipstick to her full lips. Ken saw Jeffrey's cock covered in lipstick before it disappeared in his pants.

'Lipstick on the dipstick,' thought Ken. 'I wish that was my cock covered with her red lipstick,' he thought again.

Jeffrey gave her his business card wrapped inside several crisp, Ben Franklins and deep kissed her. Then, he walked back over to Ken after the woman left to beam him a sexually excited smile. Still reeling from the public, sexual display, Ken watched the woman leave as if she was leaving a store after shopping. Except for her beauty and sexy figure, she looked like any other affluent woman on Newbury Street. She had an incredible body and such a perfect ass.

Staring after her, Ken wondered if she was married. He wondered if her husband knew that she was cheating on him. He wondered if she had kids. He wondered if her children knew that Mommy was a cock sucking whore. Obviously, she was a close friend of Jeff's but now he wondered if she was a prostitute that Ken hired to sexually tease him.

"You sly dog," said Ken looking at his friend incredulously. "How'd you get her to do that?"

As if a public blowjob happened to him all the time, and obviously, it did, Jeff shrugged and made a face of disinterest as if receiving a blowjob in a restaurant was no big deal. Now Ken couldn't help but wonder if Jennifer, his sexy receptionist, gave him a blowjob in his private office. In the way that he'd love to receive a blowjob from the sexy, mystery woman at the bar, he'd love to receive a blowjob from sexy Jennifer too.

"Who Cindy?" He laughed. "We go way back," said Jeff waving goodbye to her as he watched walk by the window where he was sitting.

Ken turned in his chair to watch her walk down the street.

"She has such an incredible ass," said Ken turning to stare at her in the way that people rubberneck after a car accident.

Jeffrey laughed at his friend's obvious, sexual attraction to Cindy.

"She does have a great ass, Sport," said Jeff with a laugh.

As if he was his inferior instead of his equal, Ken hated when Jeffrey called him sport.

"She's so sexy. She so beautiful. She has such a great figure," said Ken watching her crossing Newbury Street to head down Berkeley Street towards Boylston Street.

Jeff laughed at Ken's obvious sexual fascination with Cindy.

"She's indebted to me after I helped her teenage son out of a legal jam that would have sent him to jail. Then, after losing touch with her, she was at a bachelor's party that I was at last month. She nearly did everyone in the room," he said with a dirty laugh. Jeffrey looked at his watch. "Well, I have to get back to the office, old chum. It was nice seeing you again Ken. Don't forget to call Jack. Trust me. You're in good hands, Sport," he said. "In the way of a father taking care of his son when buying his first car, he'll take care of you."

When Jeff stood up to leave again, Ken looked at his friend with panic. He was leaving again without telling him the make, model, and year of the car that he'd recommend Ken buy.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what kind of car," said Ken looking down at the business card that Jeff handed him with Jack's name and number penned on the back. "What's the make, model, and year of the car that you recommend I buy? Tell me. I can't take the suspense," said Ken with a nervous laugh.

Jeffrey laughed out loud.

"Sometimes, Ken, when unable to describe something with words, a picture is worth a thousand words," he said smugly while putting a hand on his shoulder and chuckling. "Trust me, Sport. It's better that it's a surprise. I don't want you to form an opinion and prejudge the car before you go see it and drive it. Besides, there's no way that I can describe this car to you and do it justice," he said with a laugh.

Ken made a bitter face. Every time he called him sport, he thought of Gatsby calling Nick sport.

"Seriously? You're not going to tell me the make, the model, and the year?"

Jeff gave his friend his best courtroom smile.

"If I told you the make, model, and year of the car, you'd never go look at it. So, keep an open mind and take it for a ride. I think you'll be surprised. It's one of my favorite cars of all time," he said nodding his head as if he knew that Ken needed that extra bit of affirmation.

Ken looked down at Jeffrey's business card again.

"Okay, I can do that. I like surprises as much as anyone, I guess," said Ken.

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Just before Jeffrey left, having not witnessed the public, sexual display, a tall, buxom blonde parked herself on the barstool where Jeff had been sitting just as he was leaving the restaurant. She stole a look at Ken just before she sat with her back to him. On his way out, Jeff looked at the woman and Ken figured that he was going to solicit her for sex too. Only, instead of soliciting her for sex, instead, he walked to the bartender and handed him some denomination of folded currency and whispered something. The bartender smiled and immediately delivered a drink to the hot blonde. Wishing he was as confident with women, Ken watched Jeffrey's departure.

Daydreaming of the car that he imagined Jeff recommending, he stayed to finish his beer while envisioning himself driving a British, racing green, Jaguar convertible. He imagined the Jag having dark brown, leather seats. He also had a fondness for German cars, particularly M series BMW's, one of the best car in the world for the money. A friend of his and a co-worker at work had one. Of course, he'd get the sports package with the 18" wheels and the Recaro sport seats.

He imagined wearing a Jackie Stewart, flat cap. In the way that Raul Julia did as Franco in The Gumball Rally did while driving his red Ferrari, he imagined his white, silk scarf blowing behind his head in the breeze as he flew along the highway top down. He imagined feeling the wind cool the bite of the hot sun. He imagined stopping for a traffic light and a beautiful, blonde woman, much like the brunette woman sitting at the bar, seated in a non-descript car, a 6-cylinder Mustang, watching his approach from the other side of the street.

"Thank you," said the woman from the bar and adding the realism of dialogue to his daydream but interrupting his daydream of the beautiful blonde in the Mustang at the same time.

Ken looked up at her as if she was talking to someone else.

"Pardon? I'm sorry. Were you talking to me? I was daydreaming," he said staring in her big, blue eyes.

She raised her glass as if toasting him.

"For the drink," she said. "Thank you," she said again.

'So, that's why he said something to the bartender and handed him money,' thought Ken. 'Jeffrey, that sly dog, set me up with her on his way out of the restaurant.'

When she stood from her barstool to stand by his table, Ken smiled up at her. He couldn't believe she approached him. Now, he wondered if she was a prostitute in the way that other woman may have been. Only, even though he'd love nothing more than receiving a blowjob, especially from someone who looked like her, Ken would never have sex in a restaurant.

"My pleasure," he said. When she didn't leave, he stood and pulled out a chair. "Would you care to join me?"

She gave him a smile. If she wasn't pretty enough before, she was even prettier when she smiled.

'Even better looking than Cindy, she was such a knockout,' he thought.

She placed her drink on Ken's table.

"Yes, that would be nice," she said sitting down across from him as she slowly, almost seductively crossed her long, shapely legs in the way that the leggy brunette had done.

Ken returned her smile with his.

"Of course. My pleasure," he said.

In the way that Jeff had put his hand on Cindy's knee before lifting her short skirt to expose her white panties, he could never do that in a public place, especially with a woman he didn't even know and had just met. Even though it was sexually exciting to watch the public, sexual display, he had more respect for woman than to maul them in public. She made eye contact with him again as she did when she thanked him for the drink.

Something out of a Toni Morrison novel, she had the deepest, bluest eyes he had ever seen. They were so blue that he wondered if they were real or colored contacts. In the way that Pecola, the black girl from Lorain Ohio during the Great Depression, insanely imagined that she had blue eyes, in Morrison's The Bluest Eye, he understood why a girl exposed to racism would want blue eyes.

"I'm Roxanne, Roxanne Covelli," she said smiling and extending her hand to him.

He shook her hand as if he was meeting her for a business lunch instead of a date. It would be a bit presumptuous on his part to think that someone who looked like her would date him. Yet, here she was sitting across from him at his table. Maybe in the way that Cindy was a plant for Jeffrey, Roxanne was a plant for him. Obviously, an assumed name, seriously, how many women are named Roxanne? Perhaps a fabricated name from a Rod Stewart song, Roxanne sounded more like a stripper's name in the way of Veronica, Tiffany, and/or Crystal.

"Ken, Ken Lunderry" he said gently shaking her soft, warm hand while playing along with her.

After watching Jeffrey receiving a hand job from Cindy, he couldn't help but imagine Roxanne giving him a hand job too. He was unable to control his sexual emotions and inappropriate thoughts, especially with him already horny and sexually frustrated after watching his friend getting a blowjob. Melting his heart and inspiring another erection, she smiled again at him.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Ken Lunderry," she said shaking his hand, smiling, and making eye contact again. "That's an unusual name. Is Lunderry English?"