Felicity Ch. 41

"Do you have other blouses?"

"Yes."

"What other colors?"

Red, tropical pink, lavender, yellow."

"Bring them out when you change out of the black one."

I photographed her with her lavender blouse against the bright red roses but she got too close to it and it grabbed her. I had to go rescue her and as I did my arm pressed her tits. She did not react to that, well, she did kiss me.

I asked her to put on the red blouse and she did so right there, she was bra less.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said then ran to her and kissed each nipple and her lips.

"OK."

She was giggling when she put on the blouse. I took pictures of her among blue plumbagos.

We repeated the sequence with two more blouses and two more flowers then we quit when I saw she was out of gas.

"Go take a nap on our bed," I said.

She nodded then heard the 'our bed' part and gave me the most fabulous kiss I had ever been gifted with.

I went to my home office and uploaded the pictures on my computer and edited them. She looked fabulous in each and I had to force myself to assume my professional persona.

I chose the best commercially worthy for each blouse color, put them in an album and sent it to my office. I then printed an album of all the rest. I gave it a cover page then put a plastic binder and spine on them.

I put the album on the coffee table and joined her in bed. I did not get an erection that time.

She was in the bathroom of her room when I got up. I made a fresh pot of coffee and broke out the almond cookies.

Barbara joined me and put a little bit of water in her cup then swallowed a pill. She followed me back outside with her coffee.

She ate an almond cookie in silence then said, "Being a supermodel in her period sucks."

"Sorry, we can wait until you can pose nude the next session."

"Right, who would look at them? Old Geezers Monthly?"

"Hey, I subscribe to that. Speaking of which, how old are you?"

"Guess."

"Between thirty eight and forty two."

"Exactly. My guess is you are the same age as me."

"You are correct."

"When will you have the pictures ready for me to see?"

"As soon as we move to the living room."

She stood and headed that way with the coffee but I decided to stay with my coffee and cookies.

Twenty minutes later she came back out and said, "I have never been as pretty as the woman on those pictures."

"That is difficult to believe since you are the same woman. I did do some editing but none on you.

You had bumblebees all around you by the esperanzas by the way. I was impressed that you were able to ignore them.

Did you notice you looked sexier as we went on?"

"Gee, I wonder why that would be?"

"A really good photographer."

I raised her shirt, kissed each nipples then her lips.

She punched my shoulder then kissed me. We held hands as we finished our coffee and the cookies.

"Pizza tonight?"

"Yeah, that would be good."

"At about six?

"Six thirty?"

"Meat lovers?"

"With extra olives and onions."

"I will go order it from my computer."

We had finished two thirds of the pizza when Emma and Judy barged in.

"Ooh, pizza," they said as they picked up the two largest slices but still had the decency to kiss us before they stuffed their mouths with it.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

Judy said, "Bechas we wart two com to the brdwlk wit ss."

"Oh, sure, now you say that," Barbara said.

Again I was impressed by Barbara's quick mind and sense of humor.

"What she said was we want you two to come the resorts boardwalk with us," Emma clarified.

"We can't. Barbara is indisposed."

Judy said, "Well get her disposed, off. Wait. That did not sound right."

"It's that time of the month."

"Yes, that's why we want you come alomg with us."

"I'm having my period!" Barbara quietly screamed.

"Well you said that like it's a proud accomplishment. We can all do that too," Emma countered.

"I can't." I said.

The three murderous glares made me go sit on the recliner.

"Hey, that means you are useless to him tonight and I'm not," Emma said to Barbara as she sat on my lap.

"Huh?" Judy said.

"Huh?" Barbara said.

They looked at me and I said, "Hey, I'm not indisposed."

Emma kissed me ravenously and Barbara yelled, "Unhand him you witch!"

Emma put her hands in the air but continued the kiss. It was not much of a kiss as we were trying not to laugh.

"If you don't stop kissing him I am going to run stake through your body and roast you over fire as if you were one of those big things."

"What big thing?" Judy asked.

"You know they live in Hawaii. One works for an insurance company."

"A pigeon?"

"I will roast you like a pigeon, Wait that's not right."

"A donkey?"

"No, No."

"This pizza is good," Judy said as she got the last piece.

"It has ham, sausage, bacon. Wait, that's it! I know the name of the animal."

"What?"

"Sausage."

Emma and I had been losing the battle for a while but that pronouncement broke everyone up. We could not stop laughing for about five minutes then when we calmed down Barbara gave Judy a quizzical look and asked, "Sausage?"

It took another five minutes before we settled down again.

"Bring us a bottle love," Emma asked Judy.

The two lived across the street one house down in our subdivision. Barging into my home was not a rare occurrence.

Judy came back with a bottle of Sweet Red Wine and handed it to me so I got up and went to the kitchen to open it. I got me a beer and filled three coffee mugs with wine and returned to the living room.

And no one was there.

I quick search later I discovered them in Barbara's room.

"No, we sleep on his bed," I heard Barbara say.

I went back to the living room and placed her new portfolio on the coffee table then sat on my recliner. When they came back Barbara quickly tried to snatch it away but Emma got it first and opened it.

"Oh, I thought these would be candid photos, you know candid photos, nudge-nudge, wink-wink. But this is your modeling portfolio. How boring," Emma said as she inspected every picture.

"She looks sexier as the pictures go on. I wonder why." Judy commented.

"A very good photographer," Barbara said.

"And what did this very good photographer do between wardrobe changes?" Emma asked.

Barbara walked to me and raised her shirt and said, "He kissed each nipple and then my lips."

I did just that.

The ladies rushed at Barbara and each had a tit in their mouth before she could lower her shirt. I threatened them with the empty pizza box and they backed away snarling at me.

For the next fifteen minutes they spent their time trying to sneak Barbara's shirt back up as I kept threatening them with the pizza box.

After the wine bottle was empty our visitors decided to go on to the ladies biker bar and as they left Barbara lifted her shirt and allowed each to kiss a tit.

"Hey, those are for me," I whined.

"You need to practice your sharing skills," Emma said then gave me a very fine kiss. Judy's kiss was borderline passionate then she gave Barbara an all out passionate kiss. Emma dragged her away as Judy extended her arm towards Barbara.

Barbara was giggling as she left for her bedroom as I cleaned up and turned the lights out.

There would be no pizza for breakfast; it was all gone.

Emma, Judy and I had kissed often and flirted constantly, they were my best friends. I had seen them topless and nude.

Judy had an outrageous sense of humor that Barbara apparently shared

They were also very good judges of character and they obviously loved Barbara.

I took a shower and when I went to bed I found a freshly showered Barbara there. I turned off the lights and joined her.

"She said, " Women kissed my tits tonight. You have corrupted a naïve old broad. Thank you."

"You are welcome. Tonight was perhaps my best night ever but the truth is my favorite part was the improvised comedy skit. You were terrific and so was Judy."

"That was fun but I had to re-dress afterwards, the laughing made a mess."

"That was what I figured."

She turned to face me and I learned she was only wearing panties. I took my t-shirt off and hugged her tits to my chest as I kissed her.

I loved her tits on my chest and I loved kissing her and continued to do so even after she was asleep. Oddly enough I never got an erection.

She was in her bathroom when I got up that next Sunday morning. I did my thing in my bathroom and made coffee and fried sausage patties and hash brown potatoes before she had a chance to "help" me. I served us on the patio table.

She came out wearing shorts and nothing else. I kissed her nipples and lips before we began to eat. We did not speak but did kiss through our second coffees.

As we watched the bumblebees she reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. She began a long and slow masturbation that ended when I sprayed the underside of my patio table with my cum. She did not release my cock until it was dead.

"Thank you," I said.

"Anytime," she said.

At noon we dressed and went out to the resort and sat on the balcony and stared at the sea as she drank a glass of sweet red and I drank a beer. A young waitress stopped by just long enough to say hi to Barbara.

I didn't ask.

We kissed on occasion but mostly she asked about the people she had met at the fish restaurant. She apparently had a great mind since she remembered everyone there that night.

We spent the rest of the day flipping channels between baseball games. We kissed a lot.

I had become very fond of her but I still held back. I was anxious to receive the report on her.

Judy and Emma called early that evening and they talked to me for thirty seconds and to Barbara for an hour and a half. I was very happy it was not the other way around.

I picked up to go boxes of shrimp linguini from a nearby Italian restaurant and we ate as we watched some TV then went to bed early.

She gave me a blowjob that night. It started out as a handjob but ended as a blowjob with my cum in her mouth. I kissed her as soon she slid back up to me and she seemed to really appreciate the kiss.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I had to go to work the next day. I had her drive me there so she could have my car available to her. She brought me lunch and kisses at noon and was waiting for me before five. I left before five.

She had steaks for us and we ate on our patio. After we put away the dishes we took a beer and a wine back out.

"I need to pay you back for the steaks," I said.

"No you don't," she said. After a period of silence she added,

"I am madly in love with you if you were wondering. Your concern for my safety floored me and the way you treat your friends and how they treat you told me you are a good man.

You may be the first man that did not quickly become a prick to me in a long time. I have been hungry for such a man.

I was eager to fuck you but you turned me down because you did not want to take advantage of me. That made me feel special.

I fell in love with you the night the girls were here. I felt safe and wanted on your bed even though I was not very useful to you.

I think you fell in love with me that same night.

Your report tomorrow will tell you my tale of distress was false.

I am an FBI agent stationed in the city. I was at the parking lot after meeting a man I met on the Internet and had already arrested him for stalking the twelve-year-old girl he thought I was. The actual girl lives here; the girl at the resort that patted my shoulder is her big sister. Your police chief Shawna suggested to the family we lure him down. I was involved because he came from another state.

Or I should say I was an agent, I resigned this morning.

My assignment made me crazy. I had to work hard that night not to shoot the bastard. The face you saw on me that night was as I was debating my decision to quit.

I am a widow, my husband died in the line of duty fifteen years ago. I am ready for you.

My report on you told me your story was false too. You own the agency you supposedly slave for and even though you once lived with a woman for three years you have never been married and have no children.

Emma and Judy are exactly what they appear to be by the way and I am very glad they are going to make a wish come true for me. Neither Fiona or Ruthie is are what she appears to be but I'm sure you knew that."

I nodded yes before she continued.

The playhouse is not making any money but Paul Wederman is a multi-millionaire and has the money to keep it running for as long as he wants.

The chef Doris and her husband were delinquents sent here at a sort of boot camp. They are doing well. Everyone else is, as they appear to be. Did I tell you something you did not know?

"No. The people I socialize with are not at all secretive with their close friends."

"I am hoping all will be my friends."

"They already are."

She smiled and kissed me then said, "This where you say you are madly in love with me."

"I love you madly. Let's get married."

"OK."

That was the gist of the conversation that day. That evening we watched the news, brushed our teeth and went to bed. We kissed and cuddled.......and cried. We were forty years old and had at last found our true love.

The report on Tuesday told me what she had already told me.

When her period ran its course we made love for an entire day and night. We fucked hard and fucked tenderly everyday for a month.

All my friends loved her and many came with us to Las Vegas for our wedding that Fourth of July. Judy was the maid of honor. Emma was my best man. None of our friends found that odd.

She met Ruthie's stage persona and was an instant fan.

She alerted the casino security about a scam someone was pulling off.

We went to the Cirque shows.

Emma and I gave Judy and Barbara two hours to make love to each other. Emma and I went to Emeril's restaurant at the Pyramid while they played. They devoured us when we got back.

My sales dept. had found places to use Barbara's photos on ads.

Mine was the small ad agency in town. The resort, the B&B's, and most restaurants and clubs collaborated and printed a magazine each month extolling our town and listing coming events. Barbara had ad photos on each issue each month.

Our tourist office gave the address of all who inquired about our town to me and I sent latest copy of the magazine to them. That part of my story to Barbara was true.

A few months later Barbara found herself smiling on an ad for a Cancun hotel in Travel and Leisure magazine. It was the first photo I had ever taken of her.

My friend Jimmy had the large ad agency in town and did ads for TV and slicks. I had given him a copy of Barbara's portfolio after he saw her in an ad for our Italian restaurant. He found that job for her. The Cancun resort wanted her on all their ads.

I gave Barbara the check for her fee.

She immediately fucked the hell out of me.

We were still in my office.

We seldom missed the 'all you can eat fried fish' nights and she became friends with all there. We added the all you can eat legs and thighs to our places to eat. We loved that too. We always went on dates weekend nights.

As a part time model Barbara made as much money as she had as an FBI agent.

Emma and Judy barged into on our home on a regular basis. Judy and Barbara made love on occasions, Emma and Barbara more rarely.

Emma and me fucked even more rarely as the other two consumed each other but we were never all naked in the same bed. Emma would wait until they went to my bed then led me to my second bedroom and we made love there.

We were always dressed when the other two emerged from the bedroom.

They knew of course.

Funny, before they partnered Emma had been the gay one.

Barbara and Judy did the occasional stand up routine in the theater and were always the highlight of the shows. The four of us did the writing and settled on Barbara being the irate one and Judy being the ditzy one.

Barbara soon felt this was her town and loved everything and everyone in it. Everyone loved her, sometimes literally. Ruthie and Carly and Jana loved her more than once.

Then we met some aliens and the town moved.

Somehow our lives didn't change.