A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 13

"Oh, uh, yeah, I did, thanks..."

"You're, umm, about to let the horse out of the barn..." Her brother stared at her in confusion. "Your fly is down," she said in a low voice.

He quickly turned away from her and the gathering to make the necessary adjustments. "Thanks," he said, turning back.

"Welcome."

Adam gave her an embarrassed smile. "I need a drink."

"I'll bet you do." He hurried back to where he had put his glass down.

Natalie appeared a moment later, smoothing her dress, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her finger. "Did I get any on me?" she asked as she came up to stand by her sister-in-law. "He pulled out just before he popped, and it took a second to get him in my mouth...not sure if I missed the first shot."

Gwen examined her, looking for, well, she could guess. "What was that all about?"

Natalie smiled, looked at her phone and pressed the screen. A few seconds later, Gwen's phone chimed in reply. She looked at the blonde questioningly, then took her phone out of her purse to look at the sent message. It was one the photos she had just taken, along with a note of invitation to join the picture's subject for a pre-meal snack.

"A little game we started playing a while back," Natalie offered. "I send him something naughty with a clue as to where I am, he comes and finds me.

"Oh. Sorry, but I might have ruined your game—I told him where you were."

"That's okay. It was still fun."

Gwen smiled and shook her head in disbelief. "So how long have you been doing this?"

"Uhh, three years now. The first time it was on the 18th green—I had the pin flag draped over my delicate little flower. Good thing I took my dress off cuz' I had grass stains on my ass when I got home!"

Gwen knew the hole lay dangerously close to the fringe of the banquet hall's outdoor seating. "And last year?"

"Membership office."

"The membership office? Isn't that locked after hours?"

"Did you know the most common combination for an electronic lock is 1-2-3-4?" Natalie asked with a straight face. "I was sitting on a membership contract for that one. And this year, I thought the bar might be a good clue, but it sounds like he didn't even notice it. I wonder if Adam even figured out it wasn't a selfie this year? He probably hasn't thought it through that far yet. All he knows is that he got to belly up to the bar for a quick oyster cocktail before I got a taste of secret sauce, and that he's got some work to do when we get home. So...want to learn how to play?"

Gwen eyed her. "What do you mean?"

"Think Tim Nelson, fine upstanding working class representative to the upper crust gathered here tonight, might enjoy something quick before dinner? Maybe you would, too?"

Hell yeah, the Slut answered. Gwen told her to hush. "It's too risky!"

Natalie smiled and shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"We get caught!"

"Two married people caught up in a moment of passion? Oh, the horror!"

"It would be the scandal of the year for the members! Of the decade!"

"It would give them something to talk about besides the water hazard on 12. And Tim would probably become a folk hero among the male members."

"And I'd be what?"

"A sex goddess they could only dream of having. But that's only if you get caught, which I really doubt is gonna happen. C'mon." The blonde led the way back down the hall, Gwen looking over her shoulder as she followed.

"Shouldn't we check the locker rooms?" she asked after closing the lounge door behind her.

"I doubt anyone went in after your brother and I finished up, but if you'd like..." Gwen pushed her way into the women's locker room, a quick check confirming it was empty. She hesitated at the other door while Natalie looked on. She had never been in a men's locker room before, somehow expecting it to be very different than what she was used to on the other side, mildly surprised when it wasn't—bigger, with a little less privacy from your neighbor perhaps, and a peculiar funky masculine smell of sweat, must and cologne, but still lockers and benches. She rejoined her waiting sister-in-law.

"Coast is clear?" Gwen nodded. "Alrighty, gimme your phone and get up on the bar. Wait!" she barked. "Are you wearing undies?"

"Of course. But I noticed you weren't." Old man Nyquist would probably have had a stroke if he knew that, the Slut guffawed. Not to mention the buttplug in her ass!

"Of course not. That's why I didn't let Adam come in me. I didn't want him running down my leg while we were talking to one of the partners. You better take yours off now. Easier than when you're sitting up there." Gwen obediently reached under her dress and bent down to slide them over her knees and shoes, in a hurry to get this done. Straightening up, she looked about for a place to put them. "Give 'em to me," Natalie ordered, holding out her hand. "At least they're not grannies," she giggled, grabbing the delicately offered lace.

Gwen climbed on the bottom rung of a bar stool before hoisting herself on to the fine wood, cool against her exposed cheeks. "Don't show my face," she reminded her sister-in-law as she mimicked the pose she had herself photographed earlier.

"You sure?" Natalie asked, focusing the camera. "You've got a cute smile now that you're using it more often. I'll see what I can do."

It took less than a minute, and Gwen could see the woman holding her phone typing as she climbed down. "What are you doing?" she asked with a soft cry, the phone being handed back as she got close enough to reach for it.

"Setting out the bait," she said with a smile. "Gimme a second to get back to the ballroom, then send that. Good hunting." Natalie waved and disappeared back into the hallway.

Gwen looked down at the message ready to be sent to Tim, an absolutely obscene photo of her spread in invitation—no face, thankfully—and a message.

Would you like a snack before dinner?

She smoothed her dress down about her thighs then paced about the room for a moment, looking down at the picture, then back at the door. Mind made up, she pressed the send button then stood there, deciding to wait no more than ten minutes to be found before heading back to the dinner. The locker rooms might be a little safer for this if he does come looking for me, she conceded. The Slut bemoaned the idea of making this safer, but might be mollified if they were to choose the men's locker room. It was forbidden territory—women were absolutely not ever allowed in that bastion of masculinity! Doing—this—there—was almost as nasty, right?

Natalie made it back just in time to see Tim reach for his phone and look at the message. His expression changed and he hurriedly stuffed the device back in his pocket, looking about helplessly as if expecting Gwen to be seated on a nearby table. She approached her brother-in-law, taking his hand in hers, discretely closing his fingers around the bit of fabric she had put in his palm. He didn't have to look to know what he had been handed—he knew the feel of lace and could guess where it had come from as he had watched Gwen dress that evening while he made plans to peel them off later. This was even better. "Wanna return these? Golfer's lounge. Down the hallway, third door on the right." Natalie smiled, then moved on to greet another club member.

Tim smiled back sheepishly and moved away with forced casualness after hurriedly stuffing the panties in his pocket. Men's room door, women's room door...golfer's lounge. He cautiously opened it, unsure what he would find beyond. Gwen stood in the middle of the room, hands folded primly in front of her, waiting for him.

"I, uhh, got your message."

"I'm glad. So, I guess that means you want to?"

He looked about and chuckled. "Well, yeah..."

"Let's go in here." Tim followed her as she pushed through the men's door and to a bench between two rows of lockers to the right, temporarily out of sight should anyone interrupt. Now that they were there, neither could quite figure out what to do next. "Uhh, your message said something before dinner?" Tim offered.

"I guess it did," Gwen agreed, and straddled the bench. She pulled her dress up before sitting down and laying back. "Like this?"

Tim stripped off his suit jacket and hung it on an open locker door. "Love the presentation." Shoes, underwear and pants were next, and Gwen had to stifle a laugh at the sight of her husband, naked from the waist down with his erection poking through the tails of his shirt while his tie pointed down to it. He hurried to straddle the bench between her open legs and bent to taste her, feeling the wetness between her lips as his tongue dragged from the bottom up to find the hard button at the top. She sighed contentedly and looked about at her surroundings—another low stooped to, the Lady thought bitterly. A men's locker room. What's next—a gas station bathroom?

He was bringing her along slowly, her climax building from his efforts and the excitement of the situation she had put herself in, but it would not arrive quickly and she wasn't sure she wanted it to. They were taking a huge risk being here in the first place; if they were discovered there would be no way to minimize the hit her parents' reputation. It would be better to enjoy the culmination of the feelings he was creating once they got home. But just because she wanted to draw out her arousal for the rest of the evening didn't mean it was fair to make him wait as well.

"Put it in me," she gasped. "Please."

Tim grinned, rose from his crouch with glistening cheeks and scooted forward, his thighs sliding under hers as the tip of his member pushed against, then through, her swollen lips. Gwen worked back against him, meeting his thrusts and he was soon ready to fill her with his seed.

She sensed it, too. "Wait," she pleaded, pulling herself away from him and quickly rearranging herself so she now lay on her stomach. His cock, just inches from her face, seemed to twitch angrily after being whistled off its prey, and Gwen visualized the wet trail her pussy was making on the bench as she ground against it. She swallowed him, taking him as deeply as she dared and allowing him to use her mouth as he had her sex.

Tim's attention was divided between his cock disappearing between the lips at his waist and the naked ass grinding on the bench. He was careful not to become too rough in his efforts and for the most part was successful before finally grunting and letting loose the first spurt. She recoiled a bit but held him firmly between her lips, determined not to spill a drop, collecting it all before swallowing with a gulp.

"I should get back out there," Gwen told him as soon as she had let him slip from her mouth. They both hurried to their feet, he reaching for his pants while she again smoothed out her dress. "Can you take care of me when we get home?"

Tim leaned over and kissed her. "Without a doubt. Oh, yeah--Natalie said I was supposed to give these back to you." He reached into his pocket and retrieved her underwear.

"Keep them," she said softly, already at the door. "I won't need them."

Gwen took several healthy gulps of wine before rejoining the others, hoping to mask whatever scent might remain in her mouth from Tim's offering, wondering if her mother would even know what it was if she noticed.

Social and family obligations fulfilled, the Nelsons said their goodbyes a couple of hours later. She smiled at how easy it was to spot Tim's somewhat-battered truck in a sea of luxury cars and SUVs and happily settled into the passenger seat, anxious to be home where her urges could be taken care of.

Tim started the vehicle and reached into his pocket. The lacy underwear was hung from the rearview mirror without permission being asked for. Gwen looked about nervously and willed herself not to remove them from public view. They swung back and forth from the thin waistband as he turned on to the road and headed for home.

Her hand moved towards the mirror on its own when he turned into the gas station, but again she willed it back into place on her lap. "Getting' low," he said casually as he stopped by the well-lit pump and got out. She remained still as a customer from the vehicle the next row over made his way past the truck on the way to the store. The Lady prayed he had not noticed the black lace hanging in their window; the Slut hoped he had and correctly identified where they had been a short time ago. Tim returned to the truck's cab and was pleased to see his new decoration still hanging where he had left it. True to his word, he made sure Gwen went to sleep tired but happy.