The restaurant had closed by now and was in darkness. No one seemed to be around. We could see 2 cars in the parking area. One of them was ours and was furthest away, at the other end. As we neared the other car we could see someone desperately trying to open it. As we got nearer we realized it was Barry.
I called out to him, ‘Barry, are you okay?’
Barry turned towards us and replied, ‘I have probably left my car keys inside the restaurant and the owners had locked and left before I realized.’
Angela had gotten away from me and was circling the car. Barry had an orange coloured VW Beetle. Angela loved the Beetle and would always insist on buying one for herself. Excitedly she said, ‘Barry, you have a nice car. I would love to be driven in it someday.’
Barry replied, ‘Sure Angela. You are welcome anytime.’
Angela then offered to drop him at his apartment. His face seemed really drawn now. Reluctantly he informed us that his apartment keys were inside the car and he was stuck. All of us tried to lower one of the car windows to gain access to the car but couldn’t succeed.
With no solution in sight, we stood next to his car contemplating our next step when Angela spoke, ‘Barry, come with us. You can stay with us overnight and we will drop you back at work tomorrow.’
Barry seemed hesitant and replied that he really appreciated her offer, but he couldn’t possibly accept it. Angela then asked him if he had any other options his answer was in the negative.
Angela moved closer to Barry and asked, ‘Will you sleep on the car hood all night? In the cold?’ and continued, ‘You better come with us before I lose my cool and kick your backside.’
Barry was still reluctant, and I intervened saying, ‘It’s okay with us.’
Without waiting for him to respond, Angela took his arm and led him to our car, opened the back door and pushed him in. Angela headed to the driver’s side as she wanted to drive, and I settled down in the front passenger seat. Barry was in the back seat behind me.
The sudden change in Angela’s attitude had my imagination soaring. She was up to something for sure. Her eyes had the spark in them now. The desire to be in control of the situation evident.
As we started driving homewards the conversation focussed on Barry. We had known him only casually as he worked in one of our most frequented restaurants. Our focus was more on tormenting him sensuously all this while.
Tonight, we learnt that he was from India, eighteen-years-old and pursuing his college education in Canada for the past year and a half. He lived by himself and worked to pay for his education as his parents couldn’t afford to sponsor him.
My hands would occasionally hold Angela’s hand, or playfully toss her hair around and pull her face towards me for a kiss every time we stopped at the signals.
We were halfway home when Angela suddenly asked Barry, ‘Did you like the banana?’ He was taken aback at her blunt question and took his time to answer.
Eventually. his answer was a brief, ‘Yes.’ Nothing more nothing less.
Angela had something else to inquire about. She asked Barry, ‘Did you clean up after we left?’ His answer was in the affirmative again and volunteered nothing else. Angela asked, ‘And?’
There was a deafening silence in the car before Barry spoke again. His voice was hoarse, ‘The sofa seats were soaking wet with your cum and I cleaned them myself so that no one could see the cum stains.’
All of us started laughing almost simultaneously. Angela was really amused and curious as to why he didn’t want anyone else to see the stains. Barry said he didn’t want anyone in the restaurant to know that we were playing with each other.
Angela was thanking Barry for being so thoughtful as we reached home. Our home was filled with the smell of fresh roses in strategically located flower vases, which Angela lovingly grew in our garden.
After some small talk, Angela took Barry to our bedroom wardrobe so that he could choose something to wear after his shower. He selected one of my loose shorts. While he looked for his shorts – he saw Angela’s collection of seductive clothes. He was amazed by her collection of revealing outfits. Sensual thoughts were swirling around in his mind.
Angela was showing him the bathroom and soon he was in the shower. I was in the lounge surfing television channels when she abruptly took the remote from me and changed the source to our bedrooms' webcast and lowered the volume to low (so low that we would have to keep quiet to hear). Our giant television screen showed six feeds covering every corner of our bedroom. She moved to the kitchen and locked the remote away in one of the kitchen drawers.
After that, she got a blanket and pillow for Barry and placed it on the settee. We could see Barry emerge from the bathroom wearing my shorts. He had a great physique. Very lean and muscular. He had a partial hard on as his shorts bulged outwards.
Within moments he was with us in the lounge looking a bit uncomfortable with his hard-on. Angela paid no heed to his discomfort, took him by his arm and led him around our home, showing him the kitchen, living room and the spare bedrooms upstairs. I had prepared coffee for all of us and we settled down with our cups in the lounge making small talk.
It was past 2 in the morning, Angela was letting Barry know that if he needed anything he could call her anytime and he was free to use our bathroom as that would be the nearest one during the night and that our bedroom door would be open.
As we were leaving the lounge she added with mischief clearly evident in her eyes, ‘There is nothing to bother about if you see us nude. We normally roam around nude whilst at home. Just feel comfortable.’ Barry was quite bewildered and just nodded in reply.
Our bedroom shared a flimsy wall with our lounge. The settee was right next to the shared wall. With the bedroom door open and the giant television screen not muted and featuring six feeds from our bedroom, Barry would be privy to everything. He would be able to hear us from the television and through the flimsy wall and open door while the giant television gave him live video coverage from six different angles!
As we turned to leave the lounge, the smile on Angela’s face said it all. She was going to perform for Barry all night long. And I was excited for her. I loved to see her enjoying herself. And to say that she was enjoying herself was an understatement tonight.
We were in the centre of our bedroom, covered equally on all six feeds, with her back to me Angela whispered, ‘Honey undress me.’ Her posture very similar to her posture in the parking area while being watched by a bunch of youngsters.
She wanted to be seen by Barry as I undressed her in our bedroom! She was so turned on that currently, no red lines would have deterred her from titillating Barry.
I knelt behind her, running my fingers down from over her slender waist, over his sheer chiffon skirt, sides of her thighs, down her long slender legs while my face buried into her backside. My fingers were now moving upwards from her ankles, feeling their way up exploring the inner side of her long legs.
My fingers were past her knees and nearing her damp g string clad pussy. Her silky smooth and soft thighs welcoming me on. The smell of her juices mixed with my cum unbelievably toxic. My fingers were by now caressing the outlines of her exposed pussy lips (as her g string strip had been devoured by now). Her face had ecstasy spelt all over it. Her eyes closed, she moaned softly egging me on.
My fingers locked around the flimsy straps of her g string and started pulling it downwards slowly, leaving her skirt in place. The straps reached to the middle of her thighs while the g string strip was still lodged in her pussy. Leaving her g strips straps dangling around the middle of her legs, my fingers went back up her thighs, feeling all the way up to her pussy and slowly releasing her g string from the warm and moist confines of her pussy.
As I slid her g string down past her knees, she raised one leg after the other enabling me to take the g string off her. I left her stilettos on her. She looked ravishing.
Still kneeling behind her, I turned her around, my fingers feeling their way up her thighs, feeling the rounds of her backside through the sheer chiffon skirt and up to the flimsy strings tied behind her back keeping her halter top in place. My face was buried in her warm crotch, the undiluted smell of cum filling my nostrils reminding me how worked up she had been in the restaurant and the car.
My fingers undid the knotted strings behind her back and as my fingers let go of them, I could hear the fabric contract over me. I knew now the halter top must have collected between her ample cleavage as it was held in front of her by the strap around her neck, the sides of her voluptuous breasts and maybe her nipples too exposed.
Having released the strings my fingers latched on to her sheer chiffon skirt, flicking its hook open and pulled it down past her knees and letting it drop in a pile around her feet. My tongue was seeking her pussy, flicking its way within her pussy lips. Stroke after stroke eliciting moans of contentment from her.