Saturday Afternoon by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2017 They were first posted on asstr-mirror.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

 

Luv Karen

 

 

It was just one of those Saturday afternoons. You know the pits. Tina suggested hitting the Mall, my credit card didn't even have enough room for a double latte. "We could always go and visit Martin." Well yes we could. I mean if you like a challenge then there was always Martin. I'd brushed against him once on the crowded bus, you know really grinding my butt in his crotch I didn't even get a hard-on for my trouble. "We'd have to dress in something really blatant to get him hard." Tina is at least six inches taller than me and I'm five ten but she only admits to being five nine. I've seen her driving licence, that what it says. Neither are what you might call well endowed but in the legs department we've got them all beat.

 

Tina put on her suede skirt. If she pulls it down on her hips, it doesn't show her tiny black sheer thong underneath. It's held together by press studs at the front. I ripped it off her once for a laugh in two seconds flat. "You can't go out in public like that!" I exclaimed. "His bedsit is only upstairs." Well if you can't beat them join them. I put on some pretty underwear, straps and all and my last pair of seamed stockings. Over the top I picked out a slightly sheer blouse and matched it with an ultra short pleated skirt that an old boyfriend had brought me. He was so sweet. He used to come in talking about this that and the other. Take one look at me in it and carry me off to the bedroom, so much nicer than listening to the football team's chances in the cup. He was sort of all right but then he brought a car.

 

I thought we ought to get a car but Tina said we couldn't afford a reliable one. No idea that one, if its boy bait the last thing you want is a reliable one. You need one that needs some attention from a boy.

 

I turned to check her out. You get such pretty bras in the smaller cup sizes. Tina's was her ultra low-cut one, her nipples standing hard beneath her thin blouse. Well once she'd tweaked them a bit. We kissed lightly to smudge our lipstick then we were off. Tina climbed up the stairs first and I trailed behind carrying my faithful handbag. I heard the front door open and there was Mr. Willis. He's such a dear so I wiggled my bum for him as I climbed the stairs in front of him showing off my sheer crotchless knickers. The next thing I knew the poor man was sitting on the stairs. I waved to him then walked down the corridor. To where Tina had just knocked on Martin's door.

 

As he opened it, I thrust my thigh in the gap showing off four inches of naked thigh between my skirt hem and the tops of my stockings. He grasped me and pulled me inside then did the same to Tina, before poking his head out the door and peering round. "Expecting a fiancée then?" I asked lightly. He blushed a deep pink colour. "I don't have one but with you two dressed to kill I wondered if Mrs. Willis might have spotted you and started some gossip." Interesting, for Tina and I, there is only one sort of male off limits, those with a fiancée, all the rest are open season. At least the married ones know what they want. Tina did the social chat bit, "What sorts of coffee do you have?" And guided him towards the electric kettle. I nosed around in my usual inevitable way, I know I shouldn't do it but you find such interesting titbits doing it. Like this magazine I picked up to tidy away. I had my back towards the coffee makers and flipped through a few pages. Honestly I don't know why men buy these things they could always pay more attention to me rather than a picture. I found the centerfold, some guy with an oversized cock being given a blow job. I wondered where they'd found him, I mean average sized cocks are nice but a big one is like a big dildo, it reaches places that smaller ones just don't reach.

 

I wandered over to the kettle and placed the opened centerfold in Tina's hands. "I like a dash of milk in mine." Tina stood there open mouthed. You'd think she's never seen a guy being given a blow job before by another guy. "You poor guy." Martin blushed a bit more defensively. "Something must be done." She started in that tone of voice and the next thing I know is she's lowered his slacks and is trying to give him a blow job. Totally clueless sometimes I mean talk about a lost cause. Still she's blonde so I guess that explains it. I unzipped my bag and pulled out a strap-on. A touch of lubricant and in it went exploring where it had never explored before. At least he grew a lot harder a lot faster. I did my best not to brush my boobs against his back as I wiggled around his bum.

 

It's this weeks latest type that comes with it's own app. Jeff had modified it so you could send it a bit of music and it would vibrate, rotate and pulse in time to the music. Great with headphones, gives a whole new way of listening to a hard day's night. Martin came on the third tune. Tina stood there proudly with a face covered in spunk. "I knew you could do it."

 

Martin looked as if he didn't know what had hit him and staggered to sit down hauling his slacks up. "What on earth was that?" Tina looked puzzled, "Just a little girl's toy up your bum." "I'd better invite you round tomorrow for Sunday lunch to repay you hadn't I?" My sort of guy, one who can cook and do the washing up. "You needn't dress up though it's informal on Sunday." After coffee and a chat we slipped downstairs. Tina looked out of the window and remarked there was an ambulance outside that they were loading someone into. I wondered who it could be.

 

Tina looked at me and asked me about the girl toy. I explained it worked with an app to vibrate in time to music. "I fancy a bit of Tchaikovsky after tea." She commented.