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Story_codes: m/FM, oral, masturbation, first time

Story_intro: A room service delivery boy receives a special reward from an appreciative couple for finding the wife's lost wallet.

Under the Table by Shakespeare_I._Aint

Jamie Stairs was rolling back from his 28th room service delivery of the afternoon when he found the wallet. Almost perfectly camouflaged against the dark gray carpet of the softly lit elevator, a woman's something-skin gray wallet. Jamie picked it up. Creamy leather with a nice rich smell. He unsnapped the wallet and looked inside. All the right charge cards; some he had never heard of. And a crisp stack of big-head hundred dollar bills. There had to be at least twenty of them. So new you would have to rub them when you paid for something to ensure they weren't stuck together.

The charge cards were all in the name of Evelyn Summers. It didn't ring any bells with Jamie. As he stood pondering the insides of his find, the elevator rang and slid to a smooth stop back on the ground floor. Before the doors could open, Jamie hastily slid the wallet under the linen tablecloth of the dinner cart. The door slid open. No one was there to see the guilty look on the seventeen year old's face. His face flushed with blood and his head throbbing with nervous energy, Jamie rolled his cart out of the elevator and started his journey to the vast kitchens of the Bayhaven Resort Complex. To take another order. As one of the new boys, he tended to get sent to the furthest reaches of the complex, often having to leave the main building and cross the common areas to the condominiums and guest villas. Try making 28 of those trips for five dollars an hour and whatever tips the Kitchen Manager would admit to.

I better do the right thing, Jamie thought to himself. I better tell Mister Rose. Mr. Rose, the kitchen manager, was a wizened, grubby, old man who ran the Kitchens at Bayhaven with an iron fist. Domineering, he bullied and intimidated everyone, except for the well-paid chefs, who kept to themselves anyway. Jared Rose took room service orders over phone lines or the touch screen television displays in each room. Guests did not have to sign or tip personally for their meals. Whatever tip they added to the room service went through Rose. The guests just had to open their door. Some took the cart right from Jamie and others preferred that he roll it over to their table and serve them. Whatever they wanted they got for three hundred to two thousand dollars a day.

Jamie rolled into the kitchen and got back in line. Three young men with carts waited ahead of him for assignment. Mr. Rose turned away from his communication station and gave them a general scowl. At seventeen, Jamie was the youngest. Most others had been there at least a year. All of them worked the short summer season, from Memorial to Labor Day at Bayhaven, the plush resort complex on Mackinac Island which sat between Michigan's beautiful Upper and Lower Peninsulas. The older boys worked the summers to save money for college; Jamie had gotten into the job because his father, an ebullient masculine good-natured Salesman of the First Water, had done the same when he was a kid. As he was worried about Jamie's reticent, shy personality; he believed that a summer away from home and long hours of dealing with people would be just the tonic Jamie needed to come out of his shell.

And so Jamie Stairs had been at the Bayhaven Resort for two weeks now, working six days a week, quartered four to a room in a forgotten corner of the complex, listening to his older roomies boasting or lying about the guests they had scored with. They pretty much ignored the slim seventeen year old, except when they needed a small loan until payday. Jamie was all right with that, he didn't need much to get by, and the cocksure way they handled themselves confused and awed him. Presumably at the end of summer he would return home with a few thousand dollars for his share of the tip money. After Jared Rose skimmed a bunch of money off the top. Everyone hated Rose and most believed that after thirty years of skimming from his room service staff he was rich himself.

Jamie spent his off day, Tuesdays, biking around the island like a tourist. No motor vehicles were allowed on Mackinac Island except for an ambulance and police and fire vehicles. Horse-drawn carriages were plentiful, although prohibitively expensive for the summer help. So Jamie biked around to see the sights, the majestic cliffs on the north side of the island, the old fort, the strip of both expensive and cheap souvenir stores, the quiet forests and sandy shores that made the island so beautiful. Guests came to the island on one of the ferry services which left every eight minutes from the mainland, only five miles away.

Jared Rose surveyed the idle boys disdainfully, then deposited pickup slips to the other boys, leaving Jamie waiting. The boys rolled their carts into Pickup to grab their next deliveries. Mr. Rose glanced doubtfully at Jamie before he turned to walk away.

"Mr. Rose?"

Rose turned and glared hard at Jamie. "What?", he answered irritably.

Jamie held out the ladies wallet. "I found this in the elevator," he said shyly.

Mr. Rose almost snatched the wallet out of Jamie's hands. He opened it and inspected the contents. His eyes lit up when he saw the cash. Remembering himself, he put his mean glare back on and addressed Jamie.

"You found this? On which elevator?", he demanded.

"Main Three", Jamie answered softly.

"Did you look in it? You looked in it, didn't you?", Rose accused. "You know how much money is here?"

Jamie tried to hold his head up to Mr. Rose, but he failed miserably. Looking off into space, he answered. "I...uh...looked into it--to see if I could find which guest it belonged to."

Mr. Rose stared at him unblinkingly, like a chameleon. "You are not supposed to look inside a guest wallet, Stairs. Your job is to deliver meals. Only meals."

"Yes sir,"

Rose grimaced. "You found it. I will take it back where it belongs. Giving you full credit for finding it, of course", he added acidly. "Next time, don't be looking inside peoples wallets when you find them lying around. You just turn it in. Get it? Watch the phones." He grabbed his suitcoat off a peg in the tiny Order Room and whirled away without waiting for an answer. Jamie watched him stalk off down the corridor to the Main Hotel to return the wallet. Then it hit him. That old man might have stolen the money if Jamie hadn't told him he knew that there was money inside. And now he was heading up to their room to return it and intercept any gratuity the owner would want to give Jamie. He stood there stunned by Mr. Rose's gall until the phone rang for yet another room service order. Jamie dutifully took the order and placed it. By the time he finished, an older boy booted him out and took over phone duty as befitted his seniority.

Fifteen minutes later, Jamie saw Mr. Rose return. He was in a foul-tempered mood. He sidled up to Jamie as he was preparing to roll away an order for one of the outbuildings. "Stairs. I returned the wallet to Mr. and Mrs. Summers in Main Building, Suite 228. The gentlemen indicated that you would deliver and wait their dinner and he would speak to you about the wallet there. You are advised that any reward given to you will be split between you and me. You for finding it; me for returning it. Understand Stairs?" Mr. Rose stared at him intently.

"Yes, Sir," Jamie answered. Good. Those people probably saw what a snake Rose was and didn't trust him to fork over any money they gave him.

"Good." Mr. Rose seemed satisfied and relaxed the bony grimace from his features. "Saunders," he barked to an older boy idling across the room. The boy looked dumbly at him. "Take this cart to Condo 132. Get going." The boy glumly took Jamie's cart and slumped away down the long hallway to the exit.

"You get their meal and get up there pronto, Stairs. And remember, we split the reward. Even-Steven and real friendly-like. I'll be waiting for you." The old man rubbed his hands together gleefully as he walked away.

While Jamie waited for the kitchen to prepare the meal, he slipped into the small bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. The cheap red sport coats and black pants they wore tended to get stained with gravy and other liquids and Mr. Rose did not tolerate a sloppy roomie. Jamie used the brushes laying there to generally brush up his appearance. He bent down and peered in the mirror at the slim brown haired boy peering back at him. Complexion pretty good, skin not oily, hair shorn so short his scalp peeked through. Your typical good-looking teen, he told himself sheepishly. Chicks dig me, he added. From afar.

As Jamie grabbed the cart and started rolling to his destination he felt Mr. Rose's eyes on him. "Be on your best behavior, Stairs," he called out. A few boys grinned at each other. Jamie blushed. He knew he would be hearing that line from the boys for the rest of the summer. He rolled into Main and headed to the elevators. The elevator doors opened to welcome him and he rolled his cart in. His cart contained two covered entree plates, a appetizer plate and a bottle of Dom Perignon covered in ice. Two wineglasses. Real crystal here at Bayhaven.

On the second floor, the elevator stopped and, as the doors slid open, Jamie became nervous and shy. It was a fairly easy task to drop off meals to the various rooms, but he was not very good at waiting and serving a meal. Mr. Rose tended to give those assignments to the older, more experienced boys, who presented and served a meal with flourishes Jamie couldn't imitate. Nonetheless, Jamie rolled to a stop outside Suite 228 and knocked authoritatively, as he had been taught. He felt tongue-tied and stupid. What do I say, he wondered. Yes, I found your wallet. No, it never occurred to me to take anything. Yes, I 'm a fine young man. Reward? No... well, if you insist... It sounded fake and he knew this little interview wouldn't go well.

The door swung open, and a man's voice, deep voice told him to, "C'mon in." Jamie rolled his cart into Suite 228.

The Suites at Bayhaven were all expensive. Four hundred dollars a day got you a Suite. Eight hundred dollars and up got you a huge suite and all-inclusive resort privileges and meals. These people had the all inclusive and their order slip indicated they had been there for one week. The suite, like all others, had a large living area with dining table, sofas and lounge chairs and a high boy which hid the television unless it was being viewed. Fresh-cut flowers in leaded crystal vases, a roll-top desk and wet bar. Balcony overlooking the Gardens at Bayhaven. Nice.

Jamie watched the man walk back to the desk. He was an old guy, around sixty, tall, barrel-chested and powerful like John Wayne. He had salt and pepper hair, cut short with a side-part and a small goatee. He wore reading glasses and a short beige terrycloth robe. Too short for Jamie's comfort, although he did have muscular legs for an old guy. He sat back down at the desk and motioned in Jamie's general direction. "Just a minute." The old guy had a laptop computer on the desk, connected to a phone line. He played with the return button, watching the screen intently. He nodded at some things; grunted disapprovingly at others. Finally, with a sigh, he pulled the phone line from the side of the laptop and closed it. He turned in his chair and peered over the top of his glasses at Jamie.

"Son, you can put the dishes on the table. We'll eat later. Open the wine so it can breathe." Jamie carefully laid the covered dishes on the dining table which was covered in a white damask tablecloth and then uncorked the Dom without leaving cork particles floating as he had done the first couple of times he had attempted the task. He looked back at the old man who watched him without expression.

"So you're the lad who found my wife's wallet?" Mr. Summers grunted.

"Yes sir," Jamie managed. The old guy looked so formidable sitting there.

"What's your name?"

"Ja-Jamie Stairs"

"You normally stutter son?"

"Uh, no sir.," Jamie answered shyly, his face feeling red.

"The gentleman who came up here--Mister Rose? You gave the wallet to him?"

"Yes sir."

"What's he like? Good man?"

Jamie searched for anything positive he could say about Mister Rose. Finally, he just blurted, "He's the Kitchen Manager, sir," and left that obvious statement hanging lamely before Mr. Summers who was eyeing him curiously.

Mr. Summers sat back in his chair. "Relax, son. I got the distinct impression that Rose was here simply to collect a reward for my wife's wallet. I trusted him as far as I could throw him. In short, I didn't take to the man. Understand?" Jamie nodded dumbly. "I told him I wanted to talk to the boy who found the wallet." Summers was silent for a few seconds and Jamie stood in attendance on him, wishing the old guy had a longer robe as he sat sprawled in the desk chair.

"So the facts of the matter are these: Number one, you found my wife's wallet which contained a whole host of money which would be an inconvenience to replace. Number two, my wife lost the wallet. Number three, we should reward you. But number four, Jamie, is it?"

"Yes, Jamie, sir," Jamie breathed.

"Yes. Jamie. Well Jamie, number four is that I don't consider money to be a suitable reward for your honesty and good service. Money, I have. You've done me a service by finding something I don't place particular value on. Understand?"

Jamie nodded immediately although he had no fucking idea what this guy was on about. He just wanted to leave the dinner cart there and vanish from this guy's presence. He didn't need a reward. Just let me go. He wondered if the guy was queer. That would explain that robe.

"Which brings us to number five, Jamie. What can I reward you with? I believe that I should reward you with something valuable. Something I place value on. That would be the most suitable reward." Mr. Summers shifted in his chair. Now Jamie could see up the guy's robe, though he tried so hard not to look. Oh yeah, the guy's queer, he thought. Married or not, he's queer. He's gonna want me. Ah, fuck, how do I get out of this one?, he worried. He was tongue-tied.

Jamie stood hunched like a frightened, confused rabbit while the old hawk surveyed him, waiting for his move. Jamie jumped when the door knob rattled. Someone was coming in. He stood motionless as the door opened. An older lady, presumably Mrs. Summers came in, hands laden with shopping bags from the Shops at Bayhaven. She noticed him immediately and beamed a kindly smile at him. She nodded to her husband. "I'm back, dear. I've bought an outfit I'd like your opinion on later." Mr. Summers got up to take the packages, smiling fondly back at her.

"You look wonderful in anything, honey. I'd like you to meet Jamie Stairs, the young man who found your wallet in the elevator. I thought you'd like to thank him personally. Jamie, may I introduce my wife, Evelyn."

"Jamie, I'm pleased to meet you. I appreciate you returning my wallet. It would have been an inconvenience to replace all the charge cards and whatnot. And all my stuff, all the pictures of my children that I could never replace. Those pictures are priceless to me. Thank-you," she smiled dazzlingly at Jamie.

Jamie choked out a "nice to meet you" and a "I was glad to do it" almost as one hurried sentence. Evelyn Summers was dazzling. Between 40 and 45 years old, Jamie reckoned. Maybe older, because she looked in such good condition. Dishwater straight blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Faded blue eyes, with slight crow's feet in the corners, a straight aristocratic nose, with a smattering of light freckles on her aging skin and a set of perfect white teeth. Almost no makeup whatsoever. Untanned soft-looking female. About five foot six and 135 pounds. Clothed impeccably in the right Kelly green Bayhaven top and fashionably loose white cloth shorts. Diamond tennis bracelet on left wrist. Slim legs not defined by exercise. Little white Filas on her tennis-socked feet. Everything about her resonated casual elegance and status. A beautiful woman in late prime, free of the kids and relaxing at Bayhaven with her husband. She was certainly Cheryl Tiegs beautiful up close and seemed very comfortable and personable as she spoke. Jamie felt himself blush and tore his eyes off this lady. He had spoken last and he couldn't think of anything else to say. To this mature goddess.

"Jamie, if you'll allow me to speak to my wife privately in the other room for a moment, I'd appreciate it," Bill Summers boomed.

"Certainly, sir," Jamie returned automatically, one of the responses he had learned from the older roomies. He watched uncomfortably as Bill Summers and his wife entered the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind them. Jamie idled in the middle of the room, casting blankly about for the tokens of personality that guests put in a room to make it theirs for the time that they were there. Some guests were messy, with items of interest strewn all about; others were clean. This room was clean. Other than the laptop on the desk, the room showed no clues about the Summers encamped here. Nothing to study. So Jamie waited in his agony of discomfort, wanting only to leave.

After five minutes, the bedroom door opened and Bill Summers strode out, still decked out in his short robe. Upon spotting Jamie still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, he crossed to him and clapped him on the back.

"Lord, son. Don't just stand there. Have a seat. He led Jamie over to the sofa and practically pushed him down. He plopped back down into his desk chair, the robe climbing perilously up his thighs. Jamie tried damn hard not to notice. He sat stiffly on the couch. Bill Summers observed his discomfort.

"Relax, Stairs. You look like you could jump through the ceiling."

"Sir, I'm sorry. I'm not used to sitting down. I just deliver room service. I uh... prefer to just drop the cart off and pick it up later. That's what I like," Jamie finished.

"You a bit of a loner, Jamie? Shy type?"

"Yes, sir."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen, sir."

"Got a girlfriend?"

"No, sir."

"Ever had one?"

Jamie was ashamed. "No."

"Well, shy or not, you're a good looking lad, Jamie. You'll get a girl one of these days."

"I hope so, sir," Jamie answered meekly.

"You just have to believe in yourself and relax a little bit. You're pretty uptight aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

Bill Summers smiled kindly at Jamie. "My wife will rejoin us in a few minutes. I spoke to her in the bedroom and we are in agreement. I hope you'll find it was worth your while." He gazed blithely at Jamie, waiting for an answer.

Jamie looked askance at Mr. Summers, who was only too happy to let Jamie swing in the wind. Finally, he relented.

"Jamie, have you ever messed around with an older woman?" Mr. Summers watched him intently.

Jamie felt his stomach sinking. "An older woman, sir?" he whispered meekly.

"Yes. An older woman, such as Evelyn for example. Evelyn is fifty-two years old, Jamie. Our youngest child is twenty-two years old."

Jamie said nothing. He felt that his embarrassing admission that he had never had a girlfriend should be taken as proof that he hadn't ever had a chance to 'mess around'. And fifty-two? She didn't look that old.

"My wife and I are what is commonly called, 'empty-nesters'. Our children have gone on to marry and have children of their own. We are grandparents now, if you can believe that." Jamie could picture Bill as a Grandpa. But not his wife. She seemed too feminine to be a Grandma. Jamie had a momentary vision of an infant suckling at her breast as her perfect features smiled down on the baby. His cock stirred in his trousers. Bill Summers was on a roll.

"We've decided how to reward you. My wife will give you something that I hope you'll appreciate. I will do most of the talking, if you don't mind. It's something we've been exploring a little bit for a few months now."

"Yes, sir."

Bill Summers got up and poured two glasses of wine and brought one to Jamie, who accepted it with two hands. He stared at Mr. Summers who stood beaming down at him. "Evelyn, we're ready, dear," he boomed, his face smiling like they were two men of the world sharing a good joke. Jamie put his best manly grin on, though for the life of him he couldn't understand what the joke was about. He took a big gulp of his wine--just for something to do-- and it burned going down.

Their eyes turned toward the bedroom door as it opened. And the impossibly fifty-two year old Evelyn Summers came into the room. Shyly now, because she was clad in a short beige terrycloth robe, exactly like that of her husband. Jamie tore his eyes away lest he be caught gawking at her. He side-glanced up towards Mr. Summers to check his reaction. Shit. Bill Summers was looking directly down at him with the same manly grin. Jamie quailed inside and studiously averted his eyes towards the far wall away from this imposing man and his short-robed wife. Bill Summers laughed aloud.

"Damn, boy. You really are shy. Look at my little lady. She's come out to thank you. The least you can do is look," he said with a jolly laugh.

Jamie pulled his eyes back. His face felt hot and he knew he was blushing looking at the guy's wife. And she was blushing too. She stopped uncertainly in front of him, her face colored as she stared timidly at his eyes, looking for signs of approval. Jamie stared at her legs. The short robe ended high above her knees and Jamie just knew that if she turned around and bent over slightly her butt would peek out from under that robe. That might be nice. She wouldn't be able to see him staring if that happened. He'd be able to stare at leisure instead of having to look at her with her and her husband watching him. Nice legs though. Long and slim, pale white and smooth. This lady didn't have an athletic tone to her legs at all. Just small thighs and flaring hips. Probably hadn't tanned or worked out in years. Just dieted like a fanatic to keep her shape. They were nice legs at any rate. All the way up to where they disappeared under her robe. Bare feet, pretty and feminine with red painted toenails. She stood with her legs slightly parted and Jamie wondered fervently what her privates would look like. He realized with a jolt what the old guy wanted. He knew this Bill Summers wanted him to consort with this lady--his wife--while he watched. Or worse, participate. Like a double-team or something. And somehow, that was more scary than fending off an old homo's advances. Jamie's performance anxieties started up even though his cock was straining in his trousers and sending frenzied signals to his brain to have Jamie rearrange himself down there so it could stand straight up.

"Well, Jamie? What do you think? How does this old gal look?", Bill Summers collapsed into the easy chair across from Jamie's sofa.

"Dear, please," Evelyn remonstrated her husband.

"Sorry, dear. Jamie, how does the little lady look to you?", he asked.

"Fine, sir," Jamie croaked out. His throat was dry. He could tell these people expected more. He took another big gulp of his Dom Perignon and set the glass shakily on the end table. "She--I mean you--look really hot, ma'am," he managed. He was rewarded with a gentle smile from Evelyn and he realized that she had been worried about what he would say. She was beautiful. She still looked tense though and Jamie could sure relate to that.

"Honey, how about you drop the robe and show Jamie here the rest of yourself?" Bill suggested gently. And the two males waited and watched the slender woman make a decision and then slowly untied the robe belted around her waist. The robe front faced Jamie as she opened her robe and dropped it down her shoulders. She shrugged her arms out of the sleeves and suddenly a woman clad in silky black low-cut panties stood in front of Jamie. She tossed the robe lightly onto the couch next to Jamie and stood posed, her hands held stiffly at her sides for his inspection. The robe had landed next to Jamie and a whiff of perfume flowed up to his senses as he drank her in. She had a slender form with small breasts that nevertheless seemed to sag the tiniest bit downward. Like they were tired. Such soft comforting little Mother breasts. Small dusky pink nipples that seemed to point directly at Jamie's waist. Her absolutely white stomach had the gentlest swell and a horizontal scar on the abdomen. Her hips widened slightly as they met her thighs. Jamie glanced down at her covered groin. The black panties clung just below her hipbones. The first panties Jamie had ever seen on a live woman. On his way back up, Jamie noticed the tiny little stretch marks that marred the perfect Goth whiteness of Evelyn's tummy. From being pregnant, he realized. Jamie found that Evelyn was waiting on him again. He went with his feelings.

"Wow," he breathed, huskily. And Evelyn smiled self-consciously at him.

"Wow is right, Jamie," Bill Summers boomed approvingly. "Take your panties off, honey. Give him the full show." Evelyn kind of turned away from Jamie and bent slightly. Jamie watched her breasts as they dangled in mid-air. Watched her slide her thumbs under the waistband of those magic black panties and tug them down her hips and down her thighs. All the way to her feet. And then she stepped her left foot out of her panties. Turning back towards Jamie she gave a little kick with her right foot and sent those panties flying up and at Jamie. They hit him right in the face. Jamie was mortified and sat frozen while the panties slid down his face with a soft whoosh and landed in his lap. His cock gave a major surge in his pants. Bill Summers rose to his feet. "Giving away souvenirs, honey?" He chuckled as he came around behind his little wife and put his hands around her waist. They turned slightly until they were facing Jamie. "I'll introduce you to Evelyn's parts. This will be a little embarrassing to her, the exhibition and all, but it's part of our game. She tends to feed off the embarrassment. Good wife and mother turned "bad" type of thing"

Bill Summers ran up hands slowly up his wife's torso until he cupped and lifted her small tits. Her breasts did not fill her husband's big hands. Jamie watched transfixed, his eyes straying from Bill's hands to Evelyn's face as she peeked at him with undecipherable emotions on her face. Every so often she shut her eyes so that she could not see Jamie looking at her. Interesting.

"These two little beauties nursed our three children. The last time they were called to duty was twenty-two years ago, Jamie. That was when Robbie was born. He's twenty-two now. Our children suckled on these boobs. Evelyn always thought they were too small and then after the babies she thought they sagged too much. Right, honey?"

"Yes, dear," his wife answered in a low voice, her eyes closed. Jamie watched Bill thrumming her nipples with his thumbs. Her nips were up. Her breasts looked so soft an feminine that Jamie longed to touch them.

"What do you think of them, Jamie?" Bill Summers asked.

"I, uh...think they're really nice. Wonderful," Jamie added truthfully. Evelyn Summers at fifty-two was awfully nice to look at.

"They have always been favorites of mine," Bill murmured, bending his head down to kiss his wife on the nape of her neck. She shuddered. Bill moved his hands down onto her white tummy, straying over the small scars and slight little pooch of her belly. "Evelyn gave birth three times, Jamie. Two vaginally, the last one by cesarean. See these little stretch marks? Those are from carrying our babies." He traced the long, thin bikini scar. "Here is Evelyn's cesarean scar from the last child." Jamie sat quietly watching the old guy play with his wife's body. Sensing that neither was watching, he quickly adjusted his crotch so that his cock could get some breathing room. The old guy stroked her stomach, his index finger delving inside her belly button. "When she was pregnant, her belly button would pooch out--that's how big she would get. A beautiful time, Jamie. She always looked so fresh and rosy when she was pregnant. So sexy. Didn't you dear?"

"Yes, dear," Evelyn murmured, her eyes still closed while her husband stood behind her and stroked her. His hands moved down to her closely shorn groin. Evelyn had a pubic triangle all right. But the blonde hair was very short and Jamie was seeing his first real live pussy. The lips, a dusky deep pink hanging low. With two fingers on either side of her pubis Bill spread her cleft, watching Jamie as he did. "This is my wife's vagina, Jamie. Or "pussy" when we're feeling randy--like now. Are you a little wet, honey?"

"Yes," Evelyn whispered, her eyes open now, looking off at a point over Jamie's head.

"Does Evelyn look wet down there, Jamie?" Bill questioned.

Jamie leaned slightly forward, directing his gaze down to the split between Bill's hands. The lady's pussy glistened with something, that was for sure. It shined in dark pinks on the outside and lighter ones where her hole was open. Very erotic and mysterious. Jamie watched as Bill's index finger rubbed lightly at the top of the valley and Evelyn squirmed in response. That had to be the clit Jamie had heard so much about.

Bill Summers turned his wife around, presenting her buttocks to Jamie's seated view. He stepped to Evelyn's side, reaching his hand down. "Bend over honey." Evelyn bent at the waist. Jamie was glad she was no longer facing him. He felt excited but embarrassed with her being able to see him so interested. It demeaned them both, really.

Bill bent slightly and place his hand on Evelyn's butt cheeks. "This is a good view of a hot lady, Jamie," he explained. He spread her cheeks slightly. Evelyn's butt was white as snow--it almost glowed it was so white. A smattering of tiny imperfections, moles and red marks. Some more of those little stretch marks on her ass and down to where her thighs met her backside. Her butt was small and flat when she had been standing. Again, no muscle tone to those two cheeks--they had been small but loose and tiniest bit saggy. But when she bent over, they had rounded beautifully into the tight, creamy cheeks her husband was examining now. "From the back--and it's always been one of my favorite views--you can see Evelyn's pussy open. And her butthole, too. Two holes, top over bottom, waiting for a lucky man to get in line and pick one." Jamie looked at Evelyn's vagina, gaping slightly now. The light brown anus presented for his approval. "I had Evelyn in the butt this morning," Bill said fondly. "It's tighter back there, Jamie, and I love it. My nuts bumping against these soft cheeks. Buried up there. It's as good as it gets." Jamie tried to imagine how his penis would feel inside such a forbidden little aperture. Best now to think about it, he realized. His cock was surging in his pants, close to exploding without even being touched. Up the butt, he mused. Wow.

"Okay, honey, you can stand up now. You've been a great sport about showing Jamie what you've got," Bill murmured as he took his wife into his arms and kissed her. Jamie tried not to stare up as the big old guy took bent slightly to kiss his demure wife. Somehow the kiss was more intimate that the show had been. Evelyn hugged her husband, her naked backside presented to Jamie. He stared at it, imagining what it would feel like to clamber onto this woman and stick it to her. His cock surged insistently inside his underwear, threatening to shoot off in front of these nice people.

"Son, the little show I just gave you is part of a little exposure thing we've been playing with the last few months. I don't want you to get the idea that Evelyn is loose or is anything less than a true lady. Understand? This is just another aspect of her that we're exploring right now."

"I understand, sir. She's...beautiful, sir," Jamie said hurriedly.

Mr. Summers looked directly at his face as he posed the question. "Then you wouldn't think anything less of Evelyn if she was to fellate you? You, a seventeen year old? Younger than her youngest child? Her at fifty-two years of age?"

Jamie was stunned. His cock jumped threateningly in his pants. He wanted to say, 'I'd like that', but he was tongue-tied. "I...uh...I'd...," he attempted before falling horribly and stupidly silent. And he was pretty sure 'fellate' meant a blowjob. Like maybe it was related to 'fellatio', which he was reasonably sure meant a blowjob. Ah fuck, I hope I'm not blowing this, he thought bleakly. The old guy was still waiting on a complete sentence and Evelyn had turned on him. Her face was tense and she was trying to read his eyes as her husband held her lightly around her waist. Was she hopeful? Fearful of getting turned down? Jamie swallowed hard. Got to say something, he realized. Anything.

"I...I'd would appreciate it, ma'am," he whispered. His voice was hoarse and weird-sounding in his own ears. "I'd consider it an honor." If he ever told this story to any living person he would have to omit this part entirely. An honor? Sweet Jesus! And though he knew how hopeless he sounded, he watched as Bill Summers and his wife exchanged small smiles with each other.

"An honor? High praise indeed," he laughed, hugely. "Evelyn has never done this before. I've got to tell you, son. She was afraid she was a little too old to raise your flagpole, boy. I told her it wouldn't be a problem but she worried just the same."

And then the worst moment of Jamie's life happened. The pretty lady, her face wreathed in her pretty little smile had glanced down at Jamie's lap when her husband had mentioned "flagpole." And Jamie felt her eyes lingering on his crotch and damn it if he hadn't felt a hot upwelling in his balls. He started shooting his load right there in his pants. He grunted involuntarily and bucked his hips slightly as he jettisoned his load. Right in front of these people. And they knew it. Evelyn first, her face a study in confusion as she watched him move and make sounds. Then understanding and compassion in her eyes and she almost started forward to comfort him. Mr. Summers, staring at him grunting and bucking like that, and then looking to his wife's face. And finally getting the hint from her. And looking at Jamie, baffled and uncertain. Jamie's face felt hot and his ears burned with shame as the tremors in his groin subsided slowly. His whole groin felt sticky and wet and it was only a matter of time before the stain soaked through his black pants. He wanted to curl up and die in shame. His inexperienced cock had betrayed him horribly in front of the first female who ever expressed an interest in him. He cast about for anything to say. The party was over and it was time to beat a sticky retreat.

Jamie stood up quickly, wanting nothing more than to tug his pants away from the mess in his crotch. He tried to look sincerely at their faces, but failed miserably. "I...I'm sorry. I don't think this...I ought to go...nice ma'am...I appreciate...but...no," he stammered.

Evelyn's beautiful face held the slightest motherly smile. Jamie watched her small breasts jiggle as she reached out and brushed his arm with her hand. "Please don't," she said simply. Jamie stopped, electrified by the touch of this woman. What lucky boys she must have reared, he thought. He could have watched this woman all day.

"I...uh...thanks, but I really should..."

"You really should stay. Please stay and receive your reward. I'm starting to think I owe you more now than when you first walked in. That was an incredible ego boost to me, Jamie. I had no idea..."

Bill Summers stirred himself. "The little lady is right, Jamie. I'll tell you. These things happen to all young men. When Evelyn and I first started dating--back in the mid-sixties this was--things like this tended to happen. Back then the best a young man like myself could expect from a good girl like Evelyn was a hand job. And even then, only after quite a few dates. Anyway, I had been dating Evelyn steady for several months and we were out one night parked to see the submarine races. And it was time, we both knew, for Evelyn to ease my tensions so to speak. Well, to make a long story short, Evelyn never even touched me before I...came off. In my pants. I took her home pretty quick, let me tell you. We both knew what had happened, but we didn't discuss it until years after we were married. So, I know how you must feel, but I'm telling you that Evelyn and I want you to stay awhile longer. If you can find the courage to stay, I believe that Evelyn will put her mothering hat on and make it all better. So what do you say son?," he boomed out heartily, finishing on a high note.

Jamie had flashed quick glances at the man and his pretty little wife while the old guy told his story. But he felt that the old guy was being honest. And he liked the idea of being mothered by Evelyn. She seemed genuinely sympathetic and definitely appealing. "What do you want me to do?"

The couple both relaxed. "Let's you and I sit down at the dining table and have a bite. Evelyn will do all the rest. Right, Ev?"

"Right," she answered firmly, in her no nonsense mother's voice; reaching out and taking Jamie's hand. She led him the short distance to the table and Jamie tried not to glance over at her tits as they walked. She sat him down at one end of the table. Bill sat down at the other end. Then Evelyn commenced serving them the dinner that Jamie had carted to the room. She was a whirlwind of naked efficiency, even pouring out fresh Dom for her boys. Her nipple and part of her left breast brushed Jamie's shoulder as she reached over him to put his wine glass down. She was warm. And so very soft. When Bill gave the signal, they started to eat. And Evelyn got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table. And came to Jamie. He felt her unlace his shoes and remove them. His socks came next. I'm glad I took a shower, he thought deliriously. He had goose bumps from her touch. The food in his mouth was tasteless and it was all he could do to remember to chew before he swallowed. Bill was eating his steak with gusto and off and running on some tangent and Jamie had to concentrate to hear what he was saying.

"..tell you a woman sees herself first as a young wife. Until the kids come. Then it's first as a Mother. Then as a wife. Last as a good bedfellow. Not that I'm complaining mind you. Far from it. My Ev has always been a great partner. A wonderful mother and a beautiful wife. Active in the community. I'm just saying that since the kids have grown and moved away, she's rediscovering her sexuality, if that's not too blunt. The last few years have been very happy ones for me. When she came up with the idea of how to reward you, I couldn't believe it."

Jamie was surprised. With the way Bill had been running the show, he had figured that he had suggested the idea to this delicate woman beneath the table. How exciting to think that once Evelyn had met him she could have changed her mind--and she hadn't.

Evelyn's little hands reached up for Jamie's belt and unfastened it. He longed to lift the damask tablecloth and look down at her, but he resisted the temptation, knowing how vulgar that might be. His languid penis broadcast definite signs of renewal as she tugged his belt off and unbuttoned his pants. Then she slid his zipper down with an audible run--even Bill paused in his orations. Jamie swallowed a mouthful of unchewed steak, almost choking. Evelyn's hands urged him to rise a little off his chair. Jamie did so, and Ev pulled his trousers down, tugging in just the right places to bring his pants down evenly to his feet. Jamie raised his feet and his pants left his body.

He sat uncomfortably shy on the oak chair in his semen-stained underpants. Not knowing what would happen next. Bill Summers commented. "She's got your trogs down now, right, son?" Jamie nodded, staring down at the tablecloth. "Don't worry, Ev will treat you right. If it's not too indelicate to say, she's always had a thing for a man's essence--at least mine--and she was a virgin when I married her--I think you'll enjoy this," he said grinning like he and Jamie were sharing a private joke instead of Bill's fifty-two year old wife.

Ev's forearms came up and rested lightly on Jamie's thighs, her hands reaching behind him preparatory to lowering her head down onto his underwear. But he had to ask. "Uh...why...I mean doesn't it bother you?" Jamie felt Evelyn freeze, listening.

Bill Summers turned serious. "Honestly, Jamie? No it doesn't. Evelyn and I have been married for almost thirty years and in that time, no one else has ever touched her. But I believe that as a woman gets older she starts to lose confidence in her looks. The media--magazines--television--everything--focus on younger and younger women. Younger, fresher flowers. It's everywhere. So what do you expect she would feel? Old and undesirable, that's how. Last year's news. A woman like Evelyn feels like an old faded flower. And that's not right. Now, I can tell her again and again how beautiful she looks, but who am I? Just her comfortable, old, loving husband, that's all. My words have no impact because I've been telling her how beautiful she is for years now. She needs a boost for her self-esteem. All women do."

"And that's where I come in, sir?"

Bill Summers nodded wisely. "Exactly. Evelyn and I planned for this to happen. To see if she appealed to a young man like yourself. I knew the value of the gift she offered, but she still had doubts she could appeal to you. She has lost all doubt now and wants to thank you. So just sit back and enjoy," he finished solemnly.

Jamie pondered for a moment. It made sense. Except for one thing. "But why go through with it? I...she appealed to me right away," he blushed again, "so why go through with...this part? Why not just have her come out of the bedroom in a negligee or something and when I eyed her, just send me away? I mean, that would prove she is still attractive."

The old guy smiled a rueful smile. "A very good question, son. And I guess I just have to chalk it up to simple pride. I'm just proud of my wife as a lover and want someone else to notice her abilities. Pride is more powerful than jealousy. So I'm not possessive or jealous over what she wants to do. Because I want her to do it too. We will be pretty randy for each other when you're gone."

Jamie felt the pretty lady under the table go back into motion. Her hands pulled lightly at his bottom and she lowered her face into his crotch and sniffed him deeply. Again and again. Jamie's cock went rigid just from the sound of it. He felt her soft lips nipping at the cloth below his tented penis, nibbling on his wet spots, taking his underwear into her mouth and removing his seed. Her breath tickled between his thighs. It was electric. She continued on, taking her time, moving lower, hoovering the spend on his testes, mouthing them softly. Jamie moaned involuntarily and inadvertently met Bill's eyes. Bill was grinning and Jamie looked away. The fifty-two year old wife under the table pulled Jamie's hips forward and Jamie slid himself a few inches down in the seat. Evelyn's hands tugged insistently at the waistband of his underpants. Jamie lifted his ass a few inches up and Evelyn slid his underwear down his legs. Jamie sat across the table from her husband with a huge boner rising up from his groin. Covered by a tablecloth. Listening to the soft sniffing and sucking sounds Evelyn was making. She was apparently finishing the last good spots off his underwear. Jamie felt flushed with excitement, afraid that if she put her mouth on him now the top of his head would explode as he shot off into her mouth. Would he be coming in this lady's mouth?, he wondered.

Then he felt Evelyn lift his left foot. She began to massage his foot. That felt really good and Jamie figured it would buy him some time. Give his member a chance to calm down. Until she put his big toe into her mouth and started sucking gently as she massaged him. Oh, man, this was too much.

"The foot thing?" Bill Summers asked knowingly. Jamie nodded feebly, then sank back in his chair and closed his eyes. Ah, fuck that felt good. Evelyn dropped the right foot gently and repeated the process with his right foot. Jamie just went with the sensations. At length, the lady dropped his foot and surged up Jamie's legs. She tugged at his backside with both little hands until Jamie slid himself down in the chair. He was resting on his tailbone. That's how far forward Evelyn wanted him. Her hand grasped his rigid penis tightly and she stroked him a few times. Jamie groaned again. He felt her hand leave him and she pushed lightly but insistently on the inside of his left leg. Jamie didn't know what she wanted until she pushed his leg out from under the table and pushed slightly up. Then he guessed. She wanted his legs out from under the table. She wanted them up on the table itself. Both legs on the table riding the edge of the chair with his tailbone to give her free access to his equipment. Okay, he could do that, he thought excitedly. These older woman sure know what they want. He resat himself down in the chair and brought his left leg out from under the table and the damn tablecloth. He raised his leg, sorry he was letting Bill see him with a naked leg, and planted his foot on the table. Then he shifted his balance and brought his right leg out from under the table and perched it precariously on the right side of the table. Using his arms for leverage he moved his butt forward on the chair until he was spread wide open for the waiting Evelyn. One of her hands fluttered up from under the table, waving distractedly at the tablecloth. Jamie grabbed the sides and tossed the end of the tablecloth onto his dinner plate and looked down. Evelyn's green eyes smoldered on his for a moment and then she dove down on him, her hands tucked under his thighs. She enveloped him in her mouth.

Jamie couldn't believe how warm this lady's mouth was. If we're both at 98.6 degrees, how could it feel so much warmer in there?, he wondered as he peered down at the top of her head. Evelyn's mouth moved lower and lower, taking more and more of Jamie's excited shaft. Until her nose pressed against his pubis. Jamie groaned at the sensation. He chanced a glance at her husband. Bill Summers had quieted now, his look intense and serious. As Jamie watched, Bill's right hand left the table and wandered off. Jamie closed his eyes again.

Evelyn held him captive in her mouth, motionless except for her tongue which swished against the underside of the head of Jamie's cock. The feeling was sensational and Jamie felt like he wouldn't last much longer like that. Even after the accident inside his pants, he was horny as a goat. Which was unusual because normally when he beat off, he was good for the rest of the day. And since he had flogged his dolphin that very morning in the shower, he was surprised how nice the mouth of a good woman could be. It surpassed his wildest dreams.

Evelyn Summers pulled off Jamie's bone and started to slowly stroke his wet cock with one hand while she used the other hand to lift his nuts off the chair. She licked each in turn before engulfing his left nut gently into her mouth and sucking on it. Jamie's thighs went rigid and he felt his toes curling. Sucking my balls. She's sucking my balls!, his mind screamed. Damn this guy is lucky. I love this woman, he thought helplessly.

Evelyn nibbled her way back up Jamie's shaft. She used the fingernails on her right hand to scratch lightly at Jamie's sack as she bent his member slightly down and took him back into her wet mouth. And as Jamie watched breathlessly, her head turned slightly up and her pretty blue eyes looked happily up at him as she sucked up and down on him. Jamie was suddenly aware of the contortions his face was going through and he tried to relax his face so that he didn't look like a freak. Jamie wondered how long he was expected to last. How long had it been? Five minutes? Six? He guessed it really didn't matter because he was in the home stretch and there was no way to turn back. Her fingernails were scratching delightfully over his tightly drawn balls and Jamie felt the sap rising. Should he give some type of signal? Or just explode in her mouth. Not knowing the etiquette of such situations Jamie hoped she wouldn't mind a mouthful. Because it was time.

Jamie's ass came of the chair and he moaned helplessly as his cock spit. A long spurt of semen left him and he watched Evelyn's eyes widen when she felt the different taste. She took her head off his penis and stroked him hard. His cock was jutting straight up and his next spurts leapt two feet in the air and landed down on his belly and thighs. A little bit landed on Evelyn's nose. She stroked his manhood until his spurts subsided into an oozing which ran down the bridge between her fingers and thumb. She seemed transfixed; a small smile as she looked up into his face. Jamie felt his whole sense of feeling was in his cock and balls as she milked him. Her other hand had never left off scratching his testes. Jamie grunted and bucked when he was finished and the continued stroking started to tickle his sensitive wang. Evelyn took that as a sign to stop and she took her left hand off him. She purposely looked up at Jamie as she brought her hand up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and licked Jamie's spunk off the webbing of her hand. Transferred it to her mouth. Her tongue came out clean and licked for more. Jamie watched, stunned. "fuck", he whispered in awe of this woman. Evelyn smiled, her teeth seemed to glisten with Jamie's emission. And then her head dove down and she kissed and licked his stomach, transferring his spilled goo into her stomach. Up and down his stomach, down on his thighs, all over his balls; finally taking his spent member into her mouth and cleaning him.

Then it was over, and Evelyn looked up fondly at him from between his legs. Jamie sat with his legs still spread atop the table. It was slightly uncomfortable now. Evelyn receded back beneath the table. Her posterior came into view and she wagged it enticingly at him before she moved away. Jamie slid one foot off the table and then the other. Bill, at the other end of the table, motioned to Jamie. Bill had one hand under the table and from his motions Jamie knew the old guy was masturbating.

"Hon, come over here, please. It's been too much for me and I just gotta..."

Evelyn came out from under the table and crawled lightly over to her husband. He turned his chair sideways to the table; his robe up around his waist. He motioned to Jamie to come over to his side of the table. Jamie got up stiffly and moved a few feet closer to Bill's side of the table. The old guy was flogging one very large angry penis. That damn thing had to be nine inches long and three around. It was a colossus, far larger than Jamie's own. It didn't stick straight up. It tended to go horizontal whenever the big guy let loose of it, but damn it was big. His wife, Ev, crawled over to him. Jamie again had a free visual of her butt as she went to him. He could see her tiny brown anus and the larger vertical slit of her vagina. Her pussy gaped open showing a multitude of reds and wet pinks. She stopped when she got near her husband and rose up onto her knees. Bill jumped out of his chair and stood against her, flogging himself raggedly. He was grunting and red in the face. With a groan, he squirted cum onto his wife's neck and collarbones. Just a few tiny squirts, the rest oozed out and fell onto her. Evelyn moaned and held herself close to her man while he shot his load onto her. He was done soon enough and Ev grabbed his member and sucked it into her mouth for a cleaning while Bill stood there recovering. He finally opened his eyes and winked at Jamie.

"Your newer firetruck pumps more water than my old one does, but I got a bigger pump eh, Jamie?" Bill laughed. Jamie nodded. "It don't mean nothing, son. I got "augmented" several years ago. They added about two inches in length and put a plastic sleeve or something in to make me wider. If you ever get a chance, I'd recommend that operation. It's good for the male ego." He laughed again in a friendly fashion before dropping his robe. Ev pulled off him and stood up gingerly. Now that the activities were over, she seemed nervous about standing there naked. She went straight for her own robe and put it on. Once covered, she flashed Jamie her beautiful smile. Jamie absolutely loved the woman. He suddenly remembered he was still naked and he made his way over to his side of the table and started to dress. He held his stained underpants in one hand, wondering if he should put them back on or just fold them up and put them in his pocket. Evelyn came over and touched him on the shoulder. He started, and looked around wildly.

"I wouldn't mind trading if you wouldn't. A souvenir, if you know what I mean," Evelyn stated quietly. She held the black pair of panties she had originally worn. Jamie held his damp, stained underwear in his hands. He decided the trade would be a good one and handed his underwear over. Ev gave him her underwear with one of her sweet little smiles. "I was pretty wet, thinking about what was going to happen. They might be a little musky," she whispered shyly.

Jamie stared, before he remembered his manners. "I hope that they are, Mrs. Summers."

"Evelyn."

"Evelyn," Jamie croaked. He loved everything about her. She walked off to the bedroom. Jamie's eyes followed her with adoration every step of the way. Then he got dressed with a sigh. The pants without any underwear. Her panties folded and tucked inside his back pocket. He couldn't wait to pull them out later and smell them. Shirt, socks, shoes, jacket and then he was reassembled; the perfect young roomie.

Bill Summers surveyed him. "You got a different look about you, boy. You're starting to look like a man."

"Yes, sir. That was really something."

"You're exactly right, son. It really was something," Bill agreed amiably.

Jamie gathered up the dishes and stemware and placed them on his cart and got ready to leave. He didn't know if he should make his exit now or wait until Evelyn came out of the bedroom. When he heard the shower in the bathroom start, he knew, regrettably, that it was time to leave.

"Mr. Summers, I'd like to thank you and Evelyn for a wonderful reward. It was...valuable. Thanks," Jamie blurted, uncertain how such things should be said.

"I didn't expect the missus to be around when you left, so I'll speak for the both of us," Bill Summers said back at his original position at the desk. "You and Evelyn got along great together. I think you made her feel sexy and desirable again. And I think she gave you something you'll remember for awhile. So everyone's even. We wish you the best. You don't want any money--a monetary reward--do you, Jamie?" Bill said slyly. Jamie was horrified.

"Oh no, sir."

"Why not, Jamie?"

"I...because I already got paid. In the best way. Under the table." And thrilled from having delivered his best line of the day, Jamie Stairs retired victoriously from the fray.

The End