This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  
If you are under 21, go away.  If you don't like this 
sort of thing, go away.  If you do like this type of 
story, and you are feeling in a gentle mood, 
continue....


I wrote this for Mat and Tom's Sexy Tie Story Contest.  
It is a drastic departure from anything else I have 
tried to write.  If you like it, please let me know.  
If you hate it... don't tell me, ok?

-Pami



The Clothes Make The Man - by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)


He wandered down one of the main streets in the trendy 
neighborhood.  It was around 6:00 in the evening on a 
warm spring evening.  He had stopped at the small 
secondhand bookstore and picked up an old Jack Ludlum 
novel that he had missed the first time around.  Those 
books always intrigued him... full of secret agents 
and counterintelligence, action and mystery.  Pretty 
exciting to a city boy who worked in a small cubicle 
downtown crunching numbers for a large corporation.  
He strolled into Starbuck's, ordered a mocha latte, 
sat down and began to lose himself in the world of 
international espionage.

After reading the first chapter, he glanced around at 
the other patrons, and couldn't help but notice the 
rather attractive redhead that was seated three tables 
away.  She was looking at him, but he couldn't tell if 
she was actually seeing him or if she was just zoning 
out in his general direction.  Abruptly, she blinked, 
rose out of her chair, threw her garbage away, and 
left the coffee shop.  He looked back at the table she 
had occupied and noticed a small business card lying 
there.  Nonchalantly, (or so he thought) he stood up 
and walked over to the glass-topped table, reached 
down and picked up the card.  "Alter Years - vintage 
clothes from the big band era through yesterday", it
read.  The address was right around the corner, and he 
thought he might just take a walk by.

The sun was setting as he approached the small shop.  
The window was plate glass and had two mannequins in 
it.  One was a male, dressed in a classic tuxedo with 
a scarf draped over his lapel.  And the other was a 
female, clad in a micromini dress in the psychedelic 
patterns and colors of the late sixties.  An 
incongruous pair, he idly thought as he pushed the 
door open and entered.

The shop smelled faintly musty, but not unpleasantly 
so.  It had the aroma of time, he whimsically thought, 
and then snorted at his own romanticism.  The bell 
tinkled as the door shut behind him, and he noticed 
that the shop was practically empty.  There were a 
couple of teenagers looking at the 70's type denim 
jeans over in the far corner, and an old woman seated 
behind the glass counter by the cash register.  Even 
the register was "vintage", he noticed, as he observed 
the old style push buttons on it that you only saw in 
reruns of "The Waltons" on the Family Channel.  The 
old lady smiled at him, and he automatically smiled 
back.

He didn't see the redhead anywhere, but he decided 
that since he was there, he might as well look around.  
He idly went through the men's clothes on the nearest 
rack, and was actually surprised at the different 
types of clothing he found.  There were old army and 
navy uniforms hanging next to businesslike trench 
coats and tie dye t-shirts.  Nothing really excited 
him, and as he got to the end of the rack, he heard 
the old woman's voice call out to him, "Maybe you 
would like to look at some of the ties we have for 
sale?"

He looked over at her and saw her arthritically 
gnarled hand gesture to a rack on the counter behind 
her.  He shrugged and smiled and walked over.  "Are 
you looking for anything in particular?" she asked him 
as he began thumbing through the ties.  

"No, not really.  Maybe something for work," he told 
her as he glanced at her wrinkled face.  He was a bit 
taken aback when he saw alert black eyes looking back 
at him.  Black.  Not gray, not brown.  Pure black.  
They were beautiful, and he took a second look at the 
woman.  She was slightly overweight, probably from 
getting older, and had pure white hair.  Not gray, not 
the little-old-lady blue.  White.  Her face was small 
and triangular, with a pointed chin and lots of 
wrinkles.  She looked good for an elderly woman, he 
thought.

"What do you do?" she asked him.

He fought the urge to compose an exciting fable for 
her enjoyment and answered, "I think I am Dilbert."  
He laughed, and noticed the quizzical look on her 
face.  "Its a cartoon in the paper.   Actually, I am a 
junior accountant downtown.  Pretty thrilling, huh?"  
He finished with an ironic twist to his mouth.

She glanced down at the novel he was carrying.  
"But.... you wish for more, don't you?  Exotic 
locales, exciting assignments, intrigue.  And maybe 
even an electrifying woman or two?" she laughed with 
him.

He looked at her lively eyes, and entered into the 
spirit of the conversation.  "Bond.  James Bond.  At 
your service, ma'am," he announced to her as he swept 
her a deep bow with a flourish.

She looked at him again, and noticed the lack of a 
wedding ring on his finger.  Still, she had to be 
sure.  "Well, Mr. Bond, I don't know what your wife 
would think of you flirting with a woman like you 
are."

He snorted.  "Wife?  ME?  Yeah, right."  He laughed at 
himself.  "Women find me boring and too predictable.  
You know what they say about nice guys finishing last?  
They are RIGHT!"

She whisked her hand under the counter and came back 
up with a tie in her hand.  "May I suggest this tie?  
It will make you the dashing and intriguing hero of 
your novels."

He looked at the tie she held.  It looked pretty much 
like any other tie.  Silk, maybe.  Definitely old.  
No, vintage, he corrected himself.  It was black with 
a yellow checked pattern running through it.  It was 
nice, he admitted to himself.  But, "How much is it?" 
he asked her.  He waited as she smiled.

"Five dollars," she told him.

He blinked, surprised.  "Five.  That's it?"

She smiled at him again.  "Yes.  Five dollars, AND if 
you don't like it, you can bring it back.  However, I 
personally guarantee that this tie will change your 
life."

Yeah, right, he thought to himself, but didn't let her 
see his skepticism.  After all, she WAS a pretty 
spunky old lady.   "Okay, sold."

******************************************************

God, where had the summer gone, he reflected as he got 
ready to go to work one Monday morning in late 
September.   His hoped for summer romance had never 
materialized.  That bitch from marketing had used him 
to take her to concerts and movies and amusement 
parks.  But when Labor Day was over, so was their 
relationship.  She had never let him touch her, 
either, except for the occasional kiss.  The only 
steady relief he had gotten for the past few months 
was from Rosey Palmer and her sisters.  Nice guys 
ALWAYS finish last, he thought to himself as he looked 
on his tie rack.  His eye lit on the black silk tie he 
had bought last spring in that secondhand clothing 
store.  What the heck, he thought.  He hadn't worn it 
yet, but it was time for a change.

He left his house and waited at the bus stop as usual.  
It was just easier than driving downtown every day, 
and he sort of liked the extra time to compose himself 
on the way into work without having to worry about 
traffic.

He climbed aboard the bus and nodded at the usual 
driver.  He flashed his pass and took his usual seat 
about 2/3 of the way back.  He looked around at his 
fellow riders and recognized most of them.  He looked 
over at the young woman who must be a secretary or 
clerk somewhere downtown.  She was so pretty, with 
raven black hair that fell in smooth waves to her 
shoulders.  Today she was wearing a cherry red suit 
with a miniskirt and he admired the smooth expanse of 
leg that she showed as she sat across the aisle from 
him.  He observed her fingers with the matching cherry 
red nails smooth an imaginary wrinkle from her 
stockings, and then he jumped as she suddenly got up 
and switched seats, sitting directly next to him.  

He looked into her blue eyes, and she smiled at him.  
Not a word was spoken between them, but she settled in 
and almost too casually bumped his leg with hers.  He 
muttered an "excuse me" and moved his leg away from 
hers, but she seemed to give chase.  He realized that 
it wasn't an accident as she rubbed her leg against 
his again.  Her foot entwined with his, and he 
couldn't believe that this attractive woman was 
hitting on him.  Dilbert never got this lucky!

He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and he fought 
the feeling.  That was ALL he needed, was to get to 
work with a hard-on.  He counted to 100, said the 
alphabet backwards, recited football statistics, but 
then he would glance down at the shapely leg against 
his and he would right back in the same predicament.
 

After about 20 minutes, the bus entered downtown.  He 
knew her stop as well as his, since she was a regular 
too, and he was relieved when she got off.  He had 
about five minutes to make the throbbing in his dick 
go away.  Finally, as they pulled up to the stop 
outside his building, he was able to stand up without
embarrassing himself.

He disembarked from the bus, still marveling over the 
woman's unexplainable actions, and entered his 
building.  He got on the elevator with about 20 other 
drones and they started the long journey up.  He 
worked on the 47th floor, and it was slow going, with 
people getting on and off at about every other floor. 
The woman in front of him was someone he had never 
seen before, but she had an amazing figure, displayed 
to advantage in a one piece dress that hugged her 
curves.  She had a delightfully rounded bottom, and 
since the elevator was so crowded, she was pushed back 
into him.  He inhaled deeply as she contacted his 
flaccid but still sensitive cock with her ass, and he 
smelled the scent of flowers from her curly blond hair 
right under his nose.  He didn't know if she realized 
it, but she was gently but definitely wiggling her 
tush right over his prick and it was growing again.  

He couldn't believe this.  He hadn't had a problem 
with unwanted erections since he was in high school, 
and now here it was, happening again.  He was 
panicking, waiting for her to yell what a pervert he 
was and tell everyone that he had a hard on right 
there, but then she turned sideways and looked up into
his eyes.  She smiled, and the glow in her eyes told 
him that she knew exactly what was happening to him 
and she liked it.  Her cornflower blue eyes shone up
at him, and she turned back around, pressing harder 
back against him.  He couldn't help it, and let out a 
small groan.  Her wriggling stopped, and she reached 
her hand back to touch him through his trousers.

The elevator was slowly emptying of people, so there 
was plenty of room for the remaining few to see what 
was happening.  He wondered what he would say when one 
of them noticed her hand caressing his rather obvious 
erection.  "No, no.  Please.  Go back to what you are 
doing.  I simply need to get off."  Perhaps he would 
say, "What?  Oh, no.  This is a new company program.  
A climax a day keeps the doctor away."  

DING It was the 40th floor, and it was just him and 
the angel now.  As the doors closed, she turned to him 
and whispered, "9:30.  The women's room on the
27th floor."  And then the doors opened on the 46th 
floor and she got out.

He was standing there as the doors opened on the 47th 
floor, his cock pulsating as he thought about he hands 
and her mouth and her ass.  He held his briefcase in 
front of his crotch as he walked the twenty feet to 
his cubicle as quickly as he could. 

He tried to clear his mind of the morning's events, 
and he wondered if he should even meet this woman he 
didn't know in the ladies' room in a different 
department.  He decided it was too risky, so he logged 
onto his computer and began to download the figures he 
needed to start his work.  The routineness of the 
chore calmed his hormones and his cock returned to its 
normal flaccid state.

Suddenly there was a buzz on his extension.  It was 
his boss.  She wanted to see him right now.  The tone 
of her voice indicated that this was not an optional 
meeting, so he got up and quickly walked to her corner 
office.

"In here.  Now.  Shut the door." Her usually sweet 
voice had a hard edge on it as he looked and saw her 
sitting in her chair behind her executive desk.

He shut the door behind him and wondered what on earth 
he had done to deserve the imminent tongue-lashing he 
felt was coming.  He turned back around and his boss 
smiled at him.  It was the smile of the cat that ate 
the canary, and his heart sunk into his toes.

He sat down as directed in one of the chairs facing 
the desk and she began.  She talked to him about 
cutbacks in their department.  How no one's job was 
secure, even hers.  And she wanted him to explain to 
her exactly why he was valuable to the company and why 
he should keep his job.  He noticed that as she looked 
at him, she seemed to be staring at his tie.  She had 
never had problems with eye contact before, so why 
now?

She was quiet and he started.  He told her about his 
educational background, and how he went to seminars to 
keep up with the latest computer programs.  How he had 
been there for five years now and he enjoyed his job.  
While he talked, he watched as she toyed with the end 
of her pen. She would lick it and run it around her 
full lips.  It was disconcerting to him, to say the 
least.  She had her right hand on her lap and she 
seemed to be making little circles on her leg or 
something.  At least that was the way it seemed to 
him.  From time to time, she would take her pen and 
shift it into her right hand and that too would 
disappear under the desk, only to reappear and she 
would begin to toy with it at her mouth again.

He took a deep breath after about fifteen minutes of 
one-sided conversation.  He inhaled deeply through his 
nose, and held it.  What was that aroma?  It smelled 
almost like... he inhaled again.  It WAS.  It was the 
smell of an aroused pussy.  The circles on her lap.  
The pen disappearing under the desk.  Oh my god, it 
made sense to him now.  For some unknown reason, his 
boss was playing with herself with him sitting right 
there, not five feet away.

She smiled at him again.  And licked her lips.  He 
felt a twitch in his cock, and suddenly stood and 
pleaded that he had to use the facilities NOW.  He 
felt like a schoolboy asking the teacher to go to the 
bathroom, but he felt a little humiliation about that 
was FAR preferable to getting a hard on in front of 
his boss.  Now THAT would be playing with fire.

He rushed out of her office.  He went into the men's 
room and splashed some cold water on his face.  He 
looked at himself in the mirror.  It was just the same 
face looking back at him.  Brown hair, hazel eyes.  
Not especially handsome, but even features.  Nose, not 
too big.  Mouth, wide, but not too wide.  Skin was 
fair, but not pasty.  What was going on today?!  And 
then his glance lighted on... no.  That couldn't be 
it.  The tie.  He heard the old woman's voice in his 
head telling him that she guaranteed the tie would 
change his life.  No.  That was stupid.  It was just 
an article of clothing.  But then again, how else to 
explain the unusual occurrences from just this 
morning.  Women simply did not behave this way around 
him.

He left the men's room shaking his head, and glanced 
at his watch.  A couple more hours and then he could 
plead illness and leave early.  He wanted to find that 
shop again.

After running figures through his computer a few 
times, he was finished his tasks for the day.  He left 
a note on his desk saying that he was ill and leaving 
early.  He had considered telling his boss, but he 
figured the less contact with her that day, the 
better.

He took another bus back to the trendy locale of that 
vintage clothing shop, trying not to look at any other 
women.  He was amazed at how they found ways to get 
his attention or touch him in some fashion.  He could 
like this, he thought.  His cock could like this.  
Except that he didn't want a million women.  Just one.  

Unfortunately for him, when he got there, a sign was 
in the plate glass window indicating that the shop had 
moved. They had written the new address on the sign, 
but it was too far for him to catch a bus there today, 
so he walked down the street and into Starbuck's.  He 
ordered his usual mocha latte and sat down at a small 
table by the street.  He reached up and loosened the 
tie around his neck, and as he did so, he heard a 
small noise from the table next to his.  He glanced 
over and recognized the redhead from his stopover here 
in the spring.  Her eyes were fixated on the tie, and 
he ahemmed to move her attention to his face.  As she 
raised her eyes to him, he was struck by the darkness 
of them.  In contrast to the glorious flame of her 
hair, her eyes were completely black.  Not gray, not 
brown.  Black.  He started as he realized they were 
just like the eyes of the old woman who had sold him 
the tie.

He gestured to the chair across from him and invited 
her to join him.  She moved quickly and gracefully, 
sinking in the seat and locking her gaze on the tie 
once more.  He decided to see what would happen, so he 
idly fiddled with it as he introduced himself.  "Jim 
Jackson, at your service," he smiled at her as he 
watched her eyes remain glued to his neck.

"Kara.  Kara Smythington," she responded to him 
automatically.  She fidgeted in her seat, crossing and 
uncrossing her slender legs.  She was wearing a denim 
miniskirt that clung to the curve of her hips and 
seemed to accentuate her trim thighs.  He caught 
himself wondering how smooth that skin on her inner 
thigh was, and felt his cock twitch.  He saw her 
glance drop down to his crotch and she smiled.  She 
leaned toward him and looked up into his eyes.  The 
glint of pure lust was evident in her gaze, and he 
couldn't help but feel drawn to her. 


They chatted haltingly about the weather and baseball 
and the prospects for a long winter when suddenly Kara 
stood.  She held her hand out to him and he took it.  
He didn't know what she was doing or where she was 
going, but he was done thinking with his brain.  The 
little head had finally taken over for the day, and it 
said they were going to follow her anywhere she asked.

She pulled him out of the shop and suddenly stopped 
and threw her arms around him.  There, on the main 
street of the neighborhood, at rush hour, he, Dilbert, 
engaged in the most wanton lascivious public display 
of affection he could ever have envisioned.  He bent 
his head to kiss her, but not far, since she was 
almost as tall as he was.  His arms wrapped themselves 
fully around her slimly curved body and he felt her 
breasts press into his chest.  Their lips met and they 
tasted each other for the first time.  Their lips met 
and melded, and her tongue took the initiative and 
boldly thrust into his mouth.  It swirled over his 
tongue and around his teeth, finally rubbing lightly 
on the roof of his mouth.  The kiss sent shivers down 
his spine, and the blood rushing to his prick.  Kara 
pulled away slightly, but not before latching onto his 
bottom lip with her teeth and pulling on it.  

He groaned.  It had been a long time for him since he 
had touched a woman, but even then, he didn't think it 
had felt this good.  Kara was a witch.  She was dream 
come true.  He was just afraid that she would pull 
away and slap him or something.  Things like this just 
didn't happen to him.  She pulled away all right, but 
grabbed his hand, and told him to follow her.

Down the street they rushed, drawing some curious 
glances even in this relatively busy hour on the city 
pavement.  They stopped outside the closed up shop, 
and Kara pulled a key out of her pocket.  Jim didn't 
even ask why she had it, he just accepted it, and in 
they went.

The darkness still had the musty smell that he 
remembered.  He inhaled and that was about all that he 
had time for as she swooped down upon him, pulling him 
to the floor.  He tried not to think about the 
possible dirt on the ground as she kissed him.  Her 
tongue duelled with his, and he stopped thinking about 
anything other than feeling her body against his.  He 
felt her unbutton his shirt, but she didn't stop to 
take it off, she just pushed it away and licked his 
nipple.  He groaned at the feeling.  He had never 
really thought his nipples were very sensitive, but 
she seemed to know exactly how to touch him.  She 
nibbled lightly at one and then the other, and he felt 
his dick harden into a full erection.  

She groaned as she ground her pelvis against his, and 
she quickly undid his belt and unzipped his pants.  He 
was wearing cotton boxer shorts, and they stood out 
sharply from the tension that his erect cock had put 
on them.

She smiled in the darkness, feeling her pussy grow 
wetter, and she pulled his boxers and pants down to 
his knees.  They both looked in the gloom at his 
throbbing cock.  He was actually pretty proud of it, 
since it was slightly larger than average.  It was 
about 8 inches long, and pretty thick.  Or so the 
seven women he had slept with had told him.  She 
smiled again, and swooped her head down, taking all of 
his cock into her warm mouth in one motion.  He moaned 
loudly.  Her mouth felt incredible.  She was sucking 
him, but somehow she managed to keep her tongue 
swirling around him, and he wanted nothing more than 
to come right then and there.  She pulled away 
slightly, and licked just the head, flicking her 
tongue against that sensitive spot just underneath the 
crown on the underside of his shaft.  "Oh GOD.  
Kara..." he moaned again.

She fondled his balls as she licked and sucked him, 
gently rolling them back and forth.  Nuzzling her 
tongue at the base of his shaft, right between his 
cock and balls, and then slowly licking up until she 
could once again suck him deeply into her mouth.  He 
had never felt a woman deep throat him before, but as 
he felt the tightness of her throat around the head of 
his prick, he knew she had done it.  He looked down 
and saw the flame of her hair spread across his thighs 
and stomach.  He was about to come, and he wanted to 
stop it now.  He wanted to make it good for her too.  
He tried to pull her head up.  "No.  Kara.  No.... 
Noo.....  Argh..." And he just couldn't hold out 
against her teasing, sucking mouth.  He came, in huge 
spurts, down her throat.  He felt her slide his cock 
partially out of her mouth so that his juices landed 
on her tongue.  She swallowed audibly, and he thought 
he heard a faint "mmmmm" from her before he lost 
consciousness.

******************************************************

SLAP.  SLAP.  Jim felt a burning sensation across his 
face.  He opened his eyes, disoriented, and looked up 
into familiar black eyes.  Kara... he thought.  But 
then the wrinkles registered with his brain and he 
opened his eyes wider and sat straight up.  He was 
still half-naked, sitting on the floor of the 
abandoned clothing shop.  The old woman who had sold 
him the tie was standing next to him.  It was dark 
out, but the lights were on, and he could see her 
clearly.  The faint sound of sobbing drifted across 
the room to him.

"What...  Who are you?  Where is Kara?  What time is 
it?  What the HELL is going on?" he demanded of the 
old woman.

The woman laughed unexpectedly.  "Kara.  Come over 
here, young woman.  Now!" she called.

Jim rose to his feet, trying to organize his clothing 
as Kara walked over.  She was so beautiful, he thought 
to himself.  Even with her red hair in disarray, and 
her black eyes reddened from crying, she was gorgeous 
to him.  He couldn't think of any other woman who 
would ever be so attractive to him.  Not any fashion 
model, actress, or porn star could compete with the 
creature that stood before him.

The old woman cleared her throat.  "Jim, I think it is 
time that I explained to you what is going on.  Let's 
go in the back room and have a seat."

The three of them trooped into the office area of the 
shop and fortunately there were still a few chairs 
there.  They all sat down, and the old woman began to 
speak.

"First of all, allow me to introduce myself.  My name 
is Diedre.  Diedre O'Leary.  Kara is my granddaughter.  
My ONLY granddaughter," she stressed as she smiled 
over at the young woman.  "She is the daughter of my 
daughter Megan."  Mrs. O'Leary sighed.  

"I guess I should tell you about myself first.  You 
see, Jim.  When I came over to America from Ireland, I 
was a very lonely and sad woman.  And in those days, a 
lady didn't seek the companionship of men like they do 
nowadays.  You were a virgin until your wedding day, 
and woe betide the hussy that wasn't.  Men those days 
didn't buy the cow if they could get the milk for 
free, you know.  Anyway, I met a certain young man.  A 
Rory O'Leary.  As Irish as Irish could be.  Red hair, 
hot temper, hard drinking.  Oh, he was something, my 
Rory," she continued, drifting into a reverie of her 
youth.

"Rory and I met at church, of course.  We began 
stepping out, and I completely disregarded any stories 
that I heard of Rory with other women.  They couldn't
be true of MY Rory, I thought.  I was so innocent," 
Mrs. O'Leary said sadly, shaking her head.

"Time came, and Rory and I were married.  In church.  
Right and tight, by the parish priest.  And we were 
happy.  I even enjoyed the er... ummm... physical
side of marriage.  But Rory, well.  He couldn't 
confine himself to just one woman, and after about a 
year or two, I realized that he was still buying milk
elsewhere, if you get the idea, Jim.  I was crushed.  
And I was determined to make him want me, and ONLY me, 
forever.  So I made a trip to Madame.  She was an old 
Creole woman from down South.  There were rumors that 
she dabbled in the dark arts, and I thought that I 
could get her to make me a love potion for Rory.  So 
that he would drink it and only want me forever.  But 
Madame didn't work that way.  She told me to come back 
in a week and she would have a solution for me."

Mrs. O'Leary leaned forward towards Kara, and patted 
her knee.  "Pay attention child.  I know I never told 
you this story before, but its time you heard it and 
understand your destiny."

She leaned back in her chair, and Jim looked at her.  
"Now.  Where was I?  Oh yes. I went back to Madame 
after a week, and she told me that she didn't do love 
potions.  I was very upset at the time, and I am 
afraid I yelled at her.  She told me to calm down, and 
then she presented me with the tie.  Yes, Jim. 
That very tie that you are even now wearing.  She 
explained to me that I was to give the tie to Rory and 
then make sure that I was the first woman he was 
'intimate' with after he put it on.  You see, Jim... 
Kara... the tie makes the wearer irresistible to 
women.  UNTIL he consummates the first act of love 
while wearing it.  Then he is forever bound to the 
woman who brought him the pleasure.  He will never 
want another woman again as long as she lives.  Oh.... 
and there is one more little catch... it is a mutual 
binding.  You see, I was as bound to Rory as he was to 
me.  It is kind of like a guarantee of faithfulness.  
It's actually quite romantic.  The spell, curse, 
whatever, that is on the tie is permanent.  It will 
never leave the tie.  Didn't you ever wonder and 
marvel at your parents' devotion to one another, Kara?  
Megan and Harry experienced the magic of the tie as 
well.  I chose Harry for her, and they lived happily 
ever after.  And, now, I have chosen Jim for you.  He 
is a good solid man.  I realized that when he first 
came into the store.  You will be so happy together, 
and I will have great-grandchildren."

With that, Diedre O'Leary relaxed back in her chair 
and smiled at Jim and Kara.  It was a satisfied smile.

Kara smiled back, but it was a nasty smile.  The smile 
of a woman who knows that she has won.  "But, 
Grandmother, Jim and I didn't CONSUMMATE anything.  Oh 
sure, JIM was satisfied, but I wasn't.  He came in my 
MOUTH, Grandmother.  That's it.  So you see, 
Grandmother, you might as well take your tie back 
right now."

Kara directed her gaze away from her grandmother and 
smiled at Jim.  And then she noticed the tie he was 
wearing.  She felt her nipples harden and her pussy 
moisten.  She fought the urge, and didn't even notice 
as her grandmother smiled, rose from her chair and 
left the room.

Jim kind of liked the look in Kara's eyes as she 
stared at him.  He could see her nipples through her 
shirt, and he realized it was because he still wore
that tie.  He was still irresistible to women.  
Including Kara.  He thought about it briefly, realized 
that he had always dreamed of finding the perfect 
woman who would always love him and want him as much 
as he wanted her and loved her.  Kara was intelligent, 
beautiful, and had the most incredible mouth he had 
ever had wrapped around him.  He was looking forward 
to feeling the rest of her wrapped around him.  The 
blood rushed to his rapidly growing cock as he called 
lightly, "Kara.  Kara.... you are mine...." and then 
he fiddled with his tie, drawing her attention there 
once more.

Mrs. O'Leary smiled to herself as she remembered Rory.  
He had been such a bull in bed.  She wondered if Jim 
would treat Kara just as well.  She almost smirked
as she heard Kara's wail of passion as she left the 
store and locked the door behind her.
