A Randy Retirement Pt. 30: Ellie

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Saturday

When Ellie opened her eyes, they were filled with Randy's face hovering over her. The sapphire blue color had returned and he was smiling at her.

"What are you doing silly?" she asked sleepily.

"Watching you sleep."

She pushed him away giggling, "Stop."

"Why should I?" he asked.

Ellie latched onto his arms and pulled him to her, "Because I'm all icky and sticky and need a shower and you being that close just makes me want to do you first thing in the morning."

"That's not a bad idea," he replied after kissing her on the forehead.

Ellie's face turned serious and she began to run her finger along his chest.

"I know I've probably said it before, but I really love being with you."

Randy thought she was about to come clean with what he had perceived from the extended hug she gave him when she first arrived, but alas, it was not to be. She paused long enough that he knew she was debating internally with herself, but once the blue eyes came back to his she had chosen to put it off once more.

"Let's go take that shower," he suggested, letting her off the hook. She smiled again, pulling back the sheet to join him.

Ellie jumped right in, working the faucet knobs to get the temperature just right. When Randy entered, he positioned himself close behind her, one hand wrapping around her hip to her clit, the other across her rib cage to her far breast.

Her reaction was instant as she let her head loll back on his shoulder, one hand coming up to caress his face. As her hips started to shimmy back into his groin, she asked in a halting voice, "I thought we were taking a shower."

"You want me to stop?" he teased.

"No."

His hands went to work then, sensually rubbing her body in a manner that made Ellie tingle and moan. Her sides, her hips, her thighs, her breasts, all received extended attention as her ass continued to grind slowly on the cock trapped upright between their bodies.

Unhurriedly, his left arm made its way upward through the valley her breasts formed to her chin. He clasped it firmly in his fingers and turned Ellie's head back over her shoulder where his tongue awaited her attention.

She turned her entire body to him, Randy's hands squeezing her booty, his fingers massaging her flesh as they kissed deeply under the stinging hot water.

"I know you didn't start this just to kiss me," she hissed softly, almost unable to be heard.

He straightened, impressed with her little show of insolence. Nevertheless, he spun her around roughly and forced her to bend over. Ellie's hands came out to support herself under the showerhead, her fingers on the tile.

"Don't move a muscle," he growled. "I would threaten you with a flogging, but you'd like that too much so if you move, I'll never flog you again," and he rushed out, water flying, to his bedroom to retrieve the squirt bottle.

As he left, Ellie's body shuddered and she bounced on the balls of her feet, her breath exhaling loudly as her need mounted. She forced herself to calm before he returned because she really wanted to feel the tails of the flogger again.

Randy came back, almost at a run, and hopped inside. Ellie's legs were not spread very far apart, and he pulled one cheek aside to get to her asshole and lube it up, emptying the half-full bottle inside her rectum. He tossed it aside and plunged into her ass, his hands locked onto her waist, and began to pound away.

Ellie's head was down, the long, thick tresses of her hair having become wet ropes waving in time with his strokes. She began to pant and shriek in combination, the two sounds forming some wild erotic amalgam of sound that mixed with the back beat of the wet plop-plop their bodies made.

And then Ellie impressed him, even more than he already was. Her upper body had started out at about a 45-degree angle to the floor, her fingertips on the tile. To his surprise, she walked her hands down the wall as he was fucking her ass, until the angle was closer to 90-degrees and her palms were flat on the Italian marble.

The sight of it sent Randy into a frenzy and he redoubled his efforts, pounding her so fully that her entire body rocked until finally they both orgasmed, Randy pulling out and shooting off on her back as Ellie fought to stay upright on trembling limbs. It was so good that he did not bring up the fact that she had moved.

He sat on the tiled seat, Ellie picking up the squirt bottle and planting herself beside him as they both heaved for breath.

She turned the bottle upside down and squeezed it, nothing coming out but air and sighed an exhausted, "Whooo!"

Randy turned his head slowly toward her, "Ya think?"

Ellie half-laughed, half-smirked in reply and in between short breaths he told her, "Now we can shower."

She tried to laugh, but didn't really have the air for it yet.

*

Randy did not call to see if the water park was open, preferring to get out of the house for a while and drive down and see firsthand. He let Ellie pick the music and she found some of that electronic stuff she loved on the satellite, dancing her ass in the seat excitedly with only the seatbelt holding her down.

She had dressed in a cornflower blue Bandeau bikini, the bottom consisting of a what could best be described as a thong. Though not as skimpy as some she had worn, it still showed all of her ass. She had topped it off with sunglasses and a long-sleeved, white tee that she'd tied in a knot just below her bust. She looked ravishing.

Before they had left the house, she asked Randy for a larger butt plug, "'Cause I don't think mine will stay in, I'm still a little gaped from the shower."

He asked to see hers and noted that is was 11/2" in diameter. He went to his storage closet in the playroom and retrieved a clear silicone 2" plug that had an inch wide neck at the base and watched as she put it in herself.

"You know that's gonna show," he casually mentioned.

"And?"

"Well okay then," and they piled in the Lincoln.

They arrived at a mostly empty water park, puddles all around from the now departed storm. There wasn't any damage really, just some foliage debris the wind had deposited, and employees were already hard at work removing it.

Randy went to see about a cabana and pointed to the only one on the map that was not near a heavily trafficked area, but it was already reserved. After a negotiation, he paid twice the price for the day, telling the attendant, "I don't care how much of the extra you put in your pocket, or how much you share ... it's cash, nobody has to know unless you tell them."

He chose that particular one because it was at the end of the line of cabanas, it butted up to where the lazy river exited from under a pedestrian bridge, and it also was very close to one of the noisier rides so that the cabana next door would not be able to hear anything if what he wanted to happen came to pass.

Ellie took the t-shirt off to sunbathe, but put it back on when they walked around and went on some of the rides. This time Randy joined her with no push-back, unlike the last time they were here with Ellie's sister. Though the front of her tee was tied, the back hung down far enough that an onlooker would have had to look hard to see the retainer of her anal plug.

Marveling at how she looked and moved, Randy let his passion for Ellie simmer all morning, but he never made a move.

He realized as they walked the park that when she was dressed as she was, that all he saw was her naked body and what clothing she happened to have on never intruded on his viewing pleasure. Quite simply, Ellie was a smoke show.

During their late lunch she asked him one of her off-the-wall questions.

"So, tell me, since I know I'm not the only woman you do this stuff with, how many virgins have you broken in?"

Randy looked at her and teased, "That's rather salty coming from a proper sorority girl."

"Ehh, get over it. I'm a brazen whore now, remember? How many cherries have you busted?"

"None."

"None?" she repeated in disbelief. "Com'on now. You can't expect me to believe that."

"No, seriously. I mean, way back when I lost my virginity, it was the first time for me and the girl. But other than that one time, there have been none."

"Well, I'm surprised."

"You shouldn't be. How do I like to fuck Ellie?"

"Hard and rough," she replied instantly.

"And if I had a virgin, could I do that?"

She smiled, "Well, you could, but it might scare the shit outta her."

"Exactly. I would rather have them at least somewhat familiar with the act before I resize them."

"Ouu, you are so, so bad," she giggled.

"Speaking of which, I think it's about time I gave you another stretch."

The crowd at the park had grown as the afternoon arrived and it looked to be about half full. Ellie looked around pointedly and then back to him.

"Here?" she asked.

"Yes."

"In the middle of all these people?"

"Why not?" he countered.

Ellie rose from her chair, "Out in the open?"

Randy chuckled, "Now there I'll cut you some slack."

He got up and began to close the sides of the cabana, tying them closed from the inside so that any visitor would have to crawl under the heavy canvas. There was music blaring from the park's PA system and the shrieks and laughter were growing louder with the increase of visitors.

She helped close off the cabana and then removed the t-shirt, sitting down on one of the couches. Randy came before her and sank to his knees, reaching out and pulling off her thong. He then pushed her knees back to her face and removed the anal plug, handing it to her as he let her feet to the floor and spread her legs wider.

"Here, you might need this."

"For?" she asked teasingly.

"To keep silent."

"Oh gosh," she started as he put his thumb in her asshole and used it to rotate her hips up, a finger and thumb from the other hand on her clit ring aiding in the process. Ellie gritted her teeth and sucked in air as she arched her back to relieve the pressure on her clit.

Randy's tongue started straight away on the underside of her exposed love bud, and she pushed the clear silicone plug fully into her open mouth, stifling herself for what was to come.

He ate her out for more than twenty minutes and by the time Randy released the gold ring between her legs, he had driven her wild by working his tongue hard on the root of her clit and brought her off twice.

Then he had turned her onto her side and with her legs together and fucked her ass on the couch as well, just for good measure, until they both had cum.

Randy took the plug from her mouth before he removed his cock and shoved it in place immediately upon exit.

"There, that ought to keep my cum plugged inside you until we get back," and he smacked her once, hard on the ass.

Ellie jumped and cried out softly, the small jolt of pain not able to dull her tight grin of satisfaction.

She gathered herself and put the bottoms and t-shirt back on, along with her sunglasses, but the glasses could not hide her euphoria as they left the park and she walked as if she were floating on air.

*

"You go get ready first," Ellie told him as they entered the house, "I have something special for you and I don't need you distracting me."

Randy suggested she go and take a shower by herself, that he would gather his clothes and get ready in the guest suite; a move he had learned from Anya about a week earlier.

"Okay, but dress up. I want this to be special," and she winked alluringly.

He took a suit from his closet, he didn't know why, he just did. It was charcoal gray with narrow pinstripes, and he gathered a darker gray tie and dark mauve button-down to finish it off. The suit still fit him perfectly and he wondered how long before it started to get tighter on his body and he'd have to buy another one.

When he walked in to check on Ellie she was bent over and preening in the bathroom mirror and nowhere close to being ready. Her outfit at that point consisted only of a lacey white bustier and white silk stockings held up by a garter belt. Randy was speechless as he drank her in, her dark tan against the bright white simply stunning. He noticed that the only thing that wasn't white in her outfit was the clear retainer of the anal plug that came into view as she bent over the vanity to put her eyelash makeup on.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye and asked if he would bring her the dress hanging on the doorframe in bedroom. She had to ask twice before Randy snapped out of his trance and went to retrieve the dress.

"Have you worn that plug all day?" he questioned as he returned.

"Well, mostly yes. I took it out and cleaned myself all over with the attachment during my shower, but putting it back in was the first thing I did after I dried off," and she scrunched up her shoulders and face in a shrug, smiling at him. "Help me with the dress."

Randy held it over her head so she could shimmy into it. The dress was strapless, tight over her ample chest so that it would stay up. It was made of silk and brocaded, the hem reaching to mid-calf, but it had slits on each side up to her hip.

Ellie wiggled her ass, adjusting the fit as she looked in the mirror. It took her ten more minutes but finally she was satisfied. Randy had stood and watched the entire time, never moving a muscle, and she turned to him when she was finished.

"What do you think?"

He answered right away, "I think we need to go to supper," and he turned to exit the bathroom.

"That's it?" she lamented to his back as he walked away.

"Let's just say that if we dally any longer, I'm gonna ravish you," he told her over his shoulder as he continued to the kitchen.

She still had to put her white heels on, but Ellie hurried to catch up, smiling at the obvious affect her outfit was having on him, but trolling for more.

"I can't believe that's all you have to say," she pretended to whine as she entered the garage where Randy waited by the Lincoln.

He took her in his arms and kissed her, forcing himself to pull away and sighing.

"Ellie, I could use every synonym in the thesaurus for gorgeous ... and sexy ... and desirable, and they would all apply, but they would never do you justice."

She pursed her lips in a thin smile.

"Thank you."

*

Randy wasn't the only one who noticed how breathtaking Ellie looked. People from the parking lot to the hostess station at LK's gawked until they caught themselves.

"Ah, Randy and ..." Diane greeted them, struggling to remember the young blonde's name as her eyes looked her over.

"Ellie," Randy supplied.

"Ellie. My apologies. Welcome back, Ellie and Randy. Your regular table is ready, right this way."

The 38-year-old hostess of Puerto Rican extraction, by way of Miami, asked over her shoulder as she led the way, "Are we celebrating a special occasion tonight?"

"No, no, just playing dress up," Ellie answered. "The special occasion will happen later."

Diane blushed but otherwise maintained her demeanor as she stood by while Randy held Ellie's chair out for her. There was no doubt in her mind what the young blonde was referring to as Randy had come in for dinner with several different women over the last couple of years.

Away from work, in her free time, she had occasionally found herself wondering what exactly was going on, but that was a subject for gossip and while she did not contribute to it, she had heard the whispers about the man.

The table was his usual, the one he always used. It was located in the back, near the doorway to the kitchen and he always sat with his back to the wall so that he could read the room. The table would seat four, but most of the time he was solo, unless of course he had a visitor.

Diane placed their menus once both were seated, informing them, "We have a new girl, Grace, she will be your waitress, but she is very good. Enjoy your meal and I'll see you on your way out."

They both said thank you and when the hostess departed, Ellie immediately centered Randy in her sights.

"I like her, she's nice."

"Diane? Yes, she is very nice and excels at her job."

"I bet you've had her too, haven't you?"

"As a matter of fact, I haven't," he answered without looking up from his menu.

"You haven't yet," Ellie corrected and joined him in looking at the bill of fare for the night that was bound in a padded leather folder.

Grace arrived to take their drink order and Ellie was enthralled as she watched Randy size her up while he talked with her. In any other situation she might have been jealous, but she knew that with him jealousy was counter-productive.

Grace was diminutive, maybe 5'1" and a hundred pounds. Her jet-black hair was pulled back severely into a ponytail and her skin was strikingly tanned for an Asian. She was late twenties to early thirties and filled out the standard brown waitress pants and smock nicely, her tiny body accentuated by a shapely ass and a full B-cup. Her use of the English language indicated she had, at the least, been raised in the States.

The drink order was for two teas and Grace left to fill it. Again, Ellie lined Randy up in her sights.

"She's hot. I wonder what her nationality is."

Again, without looking up, Randy replied, "My guess would be Japanese, or Japanese-American. Might be some black in her, but you are right, she is hot."

Ellie smiled at him and went back to her menu.

Randy ordered a mixed grill, filet mignon medallions and a skewer of shrimp on rice pilaf while Ellie selected a rib-eye with the baked sweet potato.

"Are you gonna do her?" Ellie asked after Grace had left to put in their order.

"Probably not," he answered, reaching for his glass of tea.

"Why not, you said yourself she's hot."

"Waiting to see if I get a vibe," he told her honestly.

"Like you did with me?"

"Yes, as you sat in that very seat."

Ellie's pussy twitched and she felt the first signs of wetness between her legs.

"And if you get a vibe?"

"That's kinda up to her, isn't it?"

"You're mighty calm about it," she observed.

Randy shrugged, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, but I stopped worrying about what I can't control years ago. Probably before you were born."

Grace brought them both the wedge salads they had also ordered, and the conversation paused.

"I will get your meal out to you as soon as it is ready. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Ellie piped up before Randy could thank the waitress and dismiss her.

"Pardon me for asking, but what nationality are you? We were having a discussion."

"My father is American, my mother was Japanese. He was in the military and met my mother when he was stationed in Japan."

Grace looked back and forth between them and then asked Ellie with a smile, "Who was right?"

Nodding across the table, Ellie answered, "He was ... again," and they both laughed.

"You're very beautiful," Ellie told her, and Grace bowed her head.

"Thank you," she replied, her eyes coming back to the blonde. "You look very lovely this evening yourself. Now please excuse me as I must leave you now to check on my other tables, but I'll get your meal out to you soon."

"Thank you!" Randy called out as Grace departed, then turned to Ellie, "You're incorrigible."

She responded with a big smile and then leaned in to tell him, "It's too bad I want you to myself tonight, I think she'd be fun to take back to the house."

Randy could only shake his head at the monster he had created.

"You know, you look pretty good in that suit. You should dress up more often."

"Not hardly," he responded, shaking his head.

"Why not?" Ellie probed.

"You're lucky I wore this tonight, so feel privileged. I usually only wear a suit at weddings and funerals."

Her head slowly skewed to the left, puzzlement on her face. Finally she gave up on any further information and asked, "Why weddings and funerals?"