Chapter 4
Chapter 4
I stood on the porch wondering just what the hell had happened. Little did I know that life had turned a very unexpected corner.
It took nearly an hour to get her eighteen bags from the car. Whoever packed the trunk and back seat must have been a master Tetris player.
As I got the last two into the guest room, Angela met me at the bedroom door and looked up into my eyes expectantly.
"Okay Kitten, this bag, and this bag, and this bag, will need to be put downstairs in the master bedroom." She met my eyes defiantly, looking for any shock or outrage on my face. She'd just told me in so many words that she'd be sleeping with Lauren, and was looking for a reaction. Angela had a lovely olive complexion and light brown eyes. Her makeup was, in a word, perfect. This woman puts effort into looking good. She was nothing short of stunning.
I smiled sweetly. "Whatever you need, Angela." I picked up the three bags and turned to go downstairs.
As I turned, Angela patted my butt and smiled. "That's a good boy."
Lauren met me at the front door as I left. "Thanks so much." Then she leaned in and kissed me. I pulled her into me and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately for perhaps a minute. Then she pulled back, while my heart was hammering and whispered. "You know, I'm twice your age."
I looked into her eyes. Even though I was pretty sure I was in love with her, I decided not to throw the L word around just yet. "We care about one another, right?"
Lauren bit her lip and nodded.
"Then nothing else matters."
Our beautiful moment was shattered by a loud female voice. "Sweetie! Where is the fucking bottle opener? I want some wine!"
On Sunday, I got myself moved into the loft, using Lauren's car. I got some decent sheets and a stretch cover for the couch. I got rid of the Crue poster and put up the few M.C. Escher prints I'd collected. I left the big old TV and set my forty-two-inch flat screen right on top of it. With the building's Wi-Fi, I was able to get some streaming TV going. Cleaning the place took up most of the day. Especially the kitchen. I didn't hear from Lauren or Angela all Sunday and Monday, but my imagination was alive with scenes of the two of them together. I masturbated vigorously to those fantasies on both days.
On Tuesday morning Lauren brought Angela into the store. Like Chris, Angela had been brought up around this area and had worked with her stepdad in this store. Angela walked in a little bleary-eyed, clearly unused to rising at 6:30 a.m. Her eyes flew open wide when she walked onto the floor.
"Hell's bells! Oh, my fucking God! Lauren, you know Papa is turning somersaults in his grave!"
Lauren looked down and nodded. "I had to Angie. In two more months, we'd have closed for good. Your Papa's store would have become a drug store. Developers have approached me twice with offers."
Angela was shocked. "Wow, that bad huh? Well, Papa never was for keeping with the times, and Chris was nearly as bad. You did the right thing, Lauren. Thank you for saving Papa's store."
That night weather moved in and the sky clouded over. Wednesday, I opened the store and it was just me and Angela as Lauren ran errands. I was a bit surprised. Around customers, the vivacious and sexy woman I had met, disappeared and a proper and professional woman took her place. It was welcome but unexpected. Just before lunch, a thunderstorm moved in and Angela disappeared into the office. After the first couple of peals of thunder, I heard Angela shout from the office.
"Are there any customers in the store?!"
The store was empty. Schools were still in session.
"No," I replied.
"LOCK THE DAMN DOOR AND COME HERE!" Angela nearly screamed. I heard panic in her voice.
I locked the front door and ran to the back. I was wholly unprepared for what I'd find. Angela was sitting in an office chair with a large pair of headphones on, crying hysterically. Much to my shock she also had her leggings and panties down around her ankles and was masturbating furiously. She saw me and pointed forcefully down between her feet with a desperate look.
"Get over here!"
I ran over and knelt before her. I had no idea what was going on. Angela grabbed my head with both hands and nearly slammed my face into her vulva. At that point, I understood at least this much. Bare pussy. I'm on it.
And I do mean bare. Angela's pussy was entirely hairless and super smooth. Her labia were darker than her skin tone and she had wonderful generous pussy lips. I sucked them into my mouth and began vigorously running my tongue over them. I would have spent an hour on them but instinct told me Angela was needing a bit more stimulation. Wetting my index and middle fingers, I slid them up inside her cunt. Her hips flexed in response. She wasn't super wet, but with my spit, I was able to get them up inside her. She was so tight, every muscle clamped down on my fingers. At that point, I went to town on her clitoris with the tip of my tongue turning tiny little circles or sucking it into my mouth.
As her sobs slowly turned into heavy breathing and then moans, my neck was starting to get a bit cramped from the angle. I fumbled around until I found the recline lever on the chair and slapped it. Angela let out a surprised screech as she fell back a bit. I threw her legs over my shoulders and grabbed her hips, pulling her harder into my face. This was a much better angle for all involved.
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