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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
| >> Static Item >> Short Story >> Erotica >> ID #1554506 |
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“What are you doing here?” It surprised Betty to see her teenage daughter’s 63-year-old grandfather in the lingerie section of Bloomingdales. She had just purchased a floral lace bra with matching lace front thong panties, what her mother would have called “unmentionables,” when she spotted him with something in his hands.
“Why, Betty, good afternoon.” Norton gave her a big grin and held out the black teddy he was holding. The scanty jeweled lace front had a series of strings attached that would leave a woman’s sides and back visible. “I thought I’d surprise you with this for your birthday when we come over tonight.” He dangled it back and forth. “Maybe I can get you to model it for me before then.” Betty knew she didn’t have to be home soon, and the seductive appeal of the teddy gave her an idea. An hour earlier, Norton’s wife dropped by unexpectedly and agreed to visit with the teenager while Betty went shopping. She looked from the teddy to her father-in-law and thought, Why not? Could be fun, more fun than my husband has been lately. “Sure, where can we go?” She wanted to laugh when Norton’s eyes opened wide in shock. “I know. The BART entrance is just down the street, and the train platform might be empty this time of day.” Betty waited to see if Norton would accept this dare. He took a few seconds to digest her words and decide if seeing his sexy daughter-in-law in the teddy was worth the disgrace of someone finding them like that in public. Lust won over fear, and he quickly escorted her out of the store. Norton’s imagination took over as he wondered if Betty would allow him to caress her slender body. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her long wavy hair, and then check under the teddy to discover if she really was a natural blonde. Once down on the platform, Norton nervously looked around. He gave a huge sigh of relief at seeing nobody in sight and carefully put the sheer lingerie on a nearby concrete bench. Norton watched Betty slowly remove her blouse and bra before dropping them on the bench beside the teddy. He reached out and tentatively touched one of her plump breasts. Gaining courage when she didn’t push him away, he cupped both breasts in his hands. Norton watched her nipples harden as he rubbed his thumbs over them. Seeing that, he licked his lips and anticipated running his hands over her exquisitely tanned body. He could almost feel her long legs wrapped around him and hoped his son’s delightful wife wasn’t just a tease. Betty could see two men coming down the stairs off in the distance. They wore blue uniforms, and she realized they might be police when she caught sight of their silver badges and holstered revolvers. “Norton, why don’t you help me off with my skirt? Your present would look better on me than the bench, don’t you think?” Nodding, he rapidly slid the skirt zipper down and grew more excited when Betty removed the skirt and tossed it on the bench. She then stood before him wearing only sandals and dainty, pale-pink panties. “Turn around so I can see all of you. I want to see your, yes, all the way around.” His words came out in a whisper, but Betty heard him. Before she turned to face away from Norton, she had caught sight of the men coming closer. Neither officer looked ready to arrest her, so she forgot about them for the moment. “Do you want me to put your birthday present on now?” Once again, she faced Norton. Not waiting for his answer, she hooked her fingers in her underwear’s waistband. After slowly pulling the panties down off her hips, she let them drop to the dirty platform. With Norton oblivious to anything other than the woman stripping in front of him, Betty was able to give the police behind him a sultry look. They stopped and moved to the wall, hidden from Norton, but still able to watch. Norton was already hard when he saw Betty bend over to get the black teddy from the bench. The sight of her round buttocks had him fiercely rubbing the crotch of his trousers. Not caring if a train was coming and still not noticing the men watching them, he knew he had to have her. “Put it on, hurry up.” Betty laughed and pulled the material over her naked skin. There wasn’t much to the teddy, and she grinned at Norton. What a nice surprise to find out my father-in-law was such a dirty old man. Betty adjusted the narrow bands of lace over the center of her breasts and made sure the tiny string thong in back settled between her cheeks. She intended to give Norton a show by revealing as much flesh as possible. No longer just an ignored wife, Betty felt sexier and more desirable than she had in years. Norton thought so, too. “Get down on the bench. Yes, that’s good.” He almost came inside his trousers when she lay down, causing the sheer material to pull tight over her voluptuous body. As Betty felt the cold concrete against her back, she eagerly waited to see what he would do first. Her eyes closed at the wonderful feeling of a man’s hand going through one of the high leg holes. “Keep going. Oh, yes...yes…that’s it.” By now, Norton’s fingers had reached Betty’s groin and began moving faster and faster over her soft, hot opening. Betty could feel herself getting wet and decided she wanted more from him than his bony fingers. “I want you now. Hurry, push the cloth aside.” She waited until he did this before saying, “Nobody is around, Norton, so pull down your trousers. Now your boxers. Oh, my, that big thing is all for me?” She wiggled on the bench, as if in uncontrolled excitement. Norton climbed on top of her, and his heavy penis, already dripping, easily found its way into her vagina. He failed to hear the subway train pulling to a stop behind them. Most of the afternoon commuters simply shrugged when they saw the couple on the bench. These bored city dwellers no longer found anything like that shocking or even interesting. A few lingered, however, and joined the two officers hidden nearby. All were men, and they watched Norton with envious grins. What they could see of Betty under Norton was, after all, a luscious sight in that black lingerie. Her disheveled blonde hair framed an angelic face, but her nearly naked body was that of a wanton seductress. She looked nothing like what was waiting for them at home. By now, Norton’s trousers and shorts were tangled around his feet. Betty had spread her legs as wide as she could, while waiting for him on the bench. The grimace on her face, when she saw his wrinkled phallus in the thin patch of gray pubic hair, had disappeared before Norton saw it. She tried to ignore the sight of the white crusted drool at the corner of his mouth. She also forced herself to ignore the grunts he made each time he pushed inside her; after all, it had been a frustrating two months since her husband made love to her. Betty was willing to let Norton do what he wanted, at least until someone better came along. “Oh, Norton, you feel so good.” Betty was telling the truth, since any man would feel better than her lazy husband. She shifted her head slightly to see past his scrawny ass as he continued to rhythmically move it up and down. The group of men came closer when she winked at them. Wanting to encourage Norton to hurry and finish, she began moaning. “Oh, Norton, You’re making me hot. Don’t stop, yes, that’s it, yes…Oh, Norton, yes!” That last came out as a delighted cry when she felt him come inside her. Having satisfied the ache between his own legs, Norton pushed himself off Betty. He managed to stand and pull up his clothes, while saying, “That was good, sweetheart. You better put your clothes back on before anyone sees you.” He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. “I’ll see you tonight at your birthday party.” Leaving Betty almost naked and defenseless on the bench, her father-in-law hurried down the platform and disappeared up the stairs to the outside. As she finally moved to get off the bench, she saw the two police officers closing in on her. The rest of the men silently waited to see what would happen next. They didn’t have to wait long. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "Betty's Teddy - Part Two" is a continuation of this story. In it, I answer questions asked by some reviewers regarding the officers. I also added more detail about how Betty spent the rest of the day.
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