Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  "I guess I owe you an apology. The guys in the truck fessed up on the way back here. They planted that vibrator in my bag and made it look like a bomb just to fuck with me. When our travel department got the call their inside man tipped these jack asses off so they paid the delivery woman to pull the bag out of the suitcase and hand it to the bellman for delivery, figuring to add to my embarrassment."

  I couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the crew as they slapped five and joked about their caper, wishing they had a video of Erin's face when she saw that vibrator.

  I joined in, "I know, her face was classic but then when I was talking and waving that fake dick around trying to explain myself."

  I could see Erin's eyes get wide and her head shake quickly from side to side. "Yeah, that fake dick vibrator..."

  At the same time a producer was asking, "What fake dick, we just put the metal vibrator in for the metal detector."

  I took Erin's cue, "You know what I mean, the vibrator dick thing..."

  He laughed, "Oh, shit. For a minute there you had me going. I thought you were going to say little innocent Erin had big fake cock in her travel bags."

  "Knock it off." Erin punched his arm. "You guys have embarrassed me and Alex enough for a night. You're lucky I'm a cool chick or I'd file sexual harrassment against you guys. But remember payback is a bitch and you know I'll get even with you guys."

  The night progressed without anything more unusual and Erin actually stayed up until she was the last to leave just before midnight. She was a bit tipsy after 2 Cosmo's and nothing to eat.

  "So tell me... is that big fake cock yours?" I asked, wiping the bar in front of her, while she leaned on her hand watching.

  "No." She laughed as she sat up at the question, "Of course not."

  "C'mon," I chided. "Your face was a dead give away. You didn't want me saying anything in front of those guys. I know it was yours."

  "I'm not talking about this. I'm going to bed." She deflected as she rose from her stool.

  "Whatever, Erin. I know your secret. I won't tell the guys about your boyfriend. Or...."

  "You wouldn't!" Her eyebrows rose in desperation as she put her hands on the bar and leaned towards me to make sure I saw her serious look. By leaning in she only accentuated her large tits, resting them on the bar surface just inches from my hand. I gulped a nervous bit of air, catching the scent of her hair.

  "I won't. Don't worry."

  "I'm serious. Please don't." She pleaded as she pushed back off the bar standing straight up. "They'll never let me live it down."

  "I promise." I agreed. "But I can't believe you carry that around. But then again you never talk about a boyfriend. And come to think of it you never get caught on TMZ or any of that stuff with a guy."

  "I know. I travel all the time and I don't have time for relationship." Erin explained, standing now behind the stools. I tried my best not to look down at her tight fitting sweater stretched across her ample chest while she started opening up about herself. "It's not like I can just go out to clubs anymore. Creepy guys and douchebags seem drawn to me and won't leave me alone. The only guys I really ever talk to are the production crew, athletes and guys like you and believe me , I don't go out in most hotels."

  "I can't believe you aren't married to some athlete by now. I mean a woman as hot as you..."

  "Yeah right. I know those guys. I hear their conversations and I am not marrying one of them, not to mention I cover college sports. Most of the guys are 10 years younger than me now. "

  "Hey, I'm 30, I'm available." I joked.

  "See, I never get to meet a normal guy like you or go do normal stuff where a guy like you would be. What I wouldn't give to just go out and have fun like a normal person or like back in college."

  A crazy idea hit me and given time to think about it I probably would have chickened out asking her but after getting caught in her room holding her dildo and hearing her slightly drunken complaints I figured what the hell. "Erin, I know a place you, well we, can go and you will be totally anonymous. No one will know who you are, you'll just be another hot girl dancing." Before she could shoot the idea down I explained, "There is club not far from here that has a huge Mardi Gras party and everyone wears masks and just parties. I could get you a mask and in the dark club no one would suspect it was you hanging out with some regular guy."

  I neglected to tell her everything about the party but I wanted to draw her in at first before she shot down the idea.

  "Are you asking me on a date?" Erin smiled coyly, leaning forward on the back of the stool this time, pushing up her tits again. "I can't believe you had the guts to ask me." She teased.

  "Hey you said you never get to go out so I'm just offering up the chance. You don't have to call it a date, just two people going to the club." I tried to back down the implications of a date since I didn't want her to say no. "The party doesn't get really going until late so it is not a problem to show up this late..."

  "You mean tonight? It's already after eleven. I haven't been out late in months." I could sense her coming up with excuses but she surprised me by continuing her own thinking aloud and looking at the ceiling. "Then again I don't have to do anything until after 3 tomorrow afternoon. I was just going to hit the gym so it isn't like I can't sleep in...yeah, I'll go." She made up her mind looking at me. "You'll have to find me a mask somewhere at this hour."

  "Ah, the mask is easy, the rest of the wardrobe is a little more challenging."

  "What do you mean? Can't I just grab something from suitcase? I know I don't have any real club wear stuff but I can still come up with something."

  "Well, the other part of the party is that it is supposed to be a lingerie and pajama party so in order to get in you have to dress in lingerie or pajamas."

  "Oh, how convienient you left that part out. I don't really travel with either of those so unless you know a place to buy women's lingerie at 11 o'clock on a Thursday night I guess I'm not going."

  My heart jumped a bit when I heard her challenge. First, that she mentioned lingerie and not pajamas and second that she implied she would go if I could set her up with some. "So... it's a go if I can find you some?"

  "Sure, Alex, you find me an outfit, and not something like just a bra and underwear and I'll go."

  "Great, I'll meet you in your room in 30 minutes after I close up here and get your outfit." I was practically running to start closing things down. "Care to give me a hint on size?"

  "I'll take a size four, but good luck finding something that my chest will fit into." She winked at the last part, before continuing, "See you upstairs in a few, but don't bother if you're empty handed, I'll just go to bed."

  Erin had no idea of the neighborhood and fortunately for me I knew there was a 24 hour Adult Shop only 2 blocks away. In addition to the usual videos, magazines, and toys, they had large section of lingerie and masks for games. I zipped over and picked out a fairly tastefuly and probably the most conservative thing I could find. I didn't want something too risque for fear she wouldn't wear it.

  Once back to the hotel I hurried up to her room on the 8th floor, knocking discreetly in case anyone was still up and knew she was there.

  Erin opened the door wearing a robe and slippers, brushing her teeth. "I didn't think you'd find anything so I was getting ready for bed." She explained leading me into her suite. "Were did find something so fast at this time?"

  I tossed the bag on the couch, "There's a shope just around the corner, open 24 hours, I knew they'd have something."

  "A porno shop no doubt. I'm not wearing some crotchless panties or anything like that." She explained spitting out the last of her toothpaste in the room's bar sink before grabbing the bag. "Let's see what we have here."

  She pulled out the satin babydoll nighty and held it up against herself. "That doesn't look too bad... where's the bottoms?" She dug around in the bag and pulled out a pair of matching shorts and the extra silk pajama pants I added in case the shorts were
too revealing.

  "Hmm, this isn't too bad at all. I'll try it on and see, but I think it will be acceptable. You can put yours on out her while I get ready in the bedroom." She instructed as she closed the door behind her.

  I quickly changed into my rather boring silk pajama top and pants. They were a little tight on my athletic 6 foot 3 frame, especially across the shoulders and chest but I was used to that with any off the rack clothes.

  Erin emerged about 10 minutes later. I immediately felt the heat rise in my groin, praying I wouldn't pop a hard on right then. She wore the pink baby doll nightie as I expected but she surprised me by foresaking a bra under neath it. The thin spaghetti straps held up the supporting fabric that covered her boobs which stretched the top to the limit. The deep V showed plenty of cleavage of her seperated tits stuffed into the cups above the elastic band around her chest. The guy at the store hadn't been much help, but finding a size 4 that said it would hold a C cup while knowing she was probably a D had been the best I could do. I could barely make out the hint of slightly hard nipples staring back at me, covered by just that thin satin layer. Her bare shoulders and arms shivered just a bit in the cool air, sending shockwaves across her tits.

  Erin is tall so the baby doll barely made it to her waist, offering clean view of the short shorts hiding her ass but fully exposing her long legs and muscular thighs.

  I was totally stricken and aroused knowing just how little seperated her naked body from me.

  "It really isn't much more revealing than some of that stuff I wore on Dancing With the Stars." She told herself aloud. "I'll have to put the pants on to keep warm but it looks O.K. right?" She twirled once letting the motion carry up the nightie, exposing her stomach and giving me a passing view of her tight ass and narrow waist in the shorts.

  "Looks great." I nearly applauded as she bent down, giving me a clear view down her top between her tits as she stepped in the pants and pulled them up. I couldn't see the expression on her face hidden behind the purple sequined mask but I felt like she was smiling at me.

  When we got to the club it was hot and full of sweaty writhing bodies as expected. The cab driver gave no hint he recognized her in her mask and wearing a long overcoat. We were too late to get a table so we had a drink at the bar, yelliing to each other over the thumping music, laughing and oggling all the costumes around us. I saw a balcony set up near the dance floor where bouncers and VIP's tossed beads down to girl who flashed them, just like in New Orleans. Erin was relaxing as it was apparent no one looked at her face anyway so her fears of being recognized dissipated. Soon she was bouncing to the beat a bit and we moved to the crowded dance floor.

  She surprised me with her aggressiveness, I could feel her body against mine leaving little to imagination. At one point her legs straddled mine and her firm breasts pressed my chest as she danced with her arms drapped on my shoulders, hips grinding. We must have stayed out for 3 songs working up a sweat. I looked down noticing the sweat from her body making the nightie cling to her, outlining her tits and even nipples perfectly. She started gyrating more and dancing in a bigger area seperating us for a bit as people filled in any available space. I could see her dancing with her back to a muscular shirtless black guy, obviously grinding her ass towards him. As I made my way closer I was surprised to see not only was she totally rubbing her ass against his crotch, his hands slid up her hips and he was cupping a handful of her tits, squeezing and kneading them a bit before sliding back down to her hips. She didn't seem to mind a bit and in fact her nipples were completely hard as she kept dancing and flipping her hair from side to side, pantomiming that he was doing her from behind. I watched his hand begin roving up again and this time Erin grabbed one and squeezed it over her tits as if to say it was alright as she said good bye to him and moved back up against me. It was obvious his cock was hard and he had to have been rubbing all up and down her ass and maybe even her pussy as she ground against him for those few moments.

  Erin's hair was sweaty and a bit stringy but she still looked amazing as we found ourselves under the balcony. I heard the shouts occassionally over the music of, "Show your tits!"

  Erin finally smiled up and stepped back from the wall, gripping the bottom of the baby doll top. In one fluid motion she pulled the top up to her chin freeing each cantaloupe sized breast. Her small dark nipples pointed straight ahead, the rounded curve of the flesh barely changed position relative to their former captive state. She shouted something impercetable back up as the beads showered down. Her tits swayed back and forth with her laugh and she even gave them a shake before dropping her top back down and wrestling her boobs into place.

  "Don't look so surprised!" She shouted in my ear as she leaned back into me laughing. "I've seen you checking them out all night, so now you've seen them. It was fun to just do it once. Guys always yell, show your tits, at me. I haven't flashed anyone since spring break about 10 years ago."

  Normally, I'm not big into dancing but I had no problem spending time on the floor having her pressed against me by the crowd or just her own style of dancing. She seemed to love rubbing herself up and down my body, almost like a cat who is starved for attention. At one point she slipped a hand inside my shirt and caressing my bare ribs and abs while she essentially dry humped my thigh to the beat of the music. My hands remained around her waist holding her close but too afraid to get too grabby and content to just let her hands wander. When the music stopped and we seperated her hand fell out of my shirt and she brushed it down against my semi erect cock. I didn't know if she did it on purpose or just by accident because she only paused for a second before continuing on to grasp my hand and head for the bar area while the D.J. announced some contest winner.

  Everyone else seemed to have the same idea and the bar was three or four people deep all around it. A girl next to me wore a sheer bra, leaving nothing to the imagination. Erin of course busted me checking her out and tried to sound offended. "I can't believe you are eyeing up that girl right in front of me."

  "What?" I played innocent. "I can't help it if she is wearing next to nothing and is right next me." I countered leaning down so Erin could hear me, catching awhiff of her hair still smelling great even mixed with sweat.

  "Are you ready to get out of here? I am going to be a wreck tomorrow if we stay out any later and I can't even get drink anymore it is so crowded up here."

  I agreed and we retrieved our jackets from the coat check and hailed a cab. Erin squeezed my arm and huddled next to me for the short ride back to the hotel. My regular clothes were still up in her room so I escorted her all the way inside.

  Once back inside her room she grabbed a bottle of water from the mini bar and tossed me the second one. The cool dry night air and the air conditioned room had dried our sweaty skin but the silky and satin pajama wear was clamming and still damp. Erin's nipples still looked like hard diamonds poking out of the clingy top. She surprised me by bending down and pulling the pajama bottoms off. I wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or really didn't notice that she pulled the shorts off with the pants, leaving her in just the baby doll top and her white panties. The T back underwear exposed most of her ass as she walked towards her bedroom and threw the bottoms inside before walking back and sitting on the chair across from me. She crossed her legs and leaned her head back, letting out long sigh. "That was so fun, I haven't been out like that in a long time." Her head came back up to look at me, "Thank you. I really needed that but my legs feel dead."

  "Not a problem. I had a great time and even though I don't like dancing that much, you made it fun." It wasn't a stretch of the truth by any measure. She looked amazing sitting across from me in the filmy lingerie, the elastic band accentuated her large firm tits and the damp fabric left little to the imagination. Her long tan legs crossed and bouncing with nervous energy.

  "Oh really?" She commented bringing both her feet up onto the chair and her knees to her chest taking all the weight off them. Her knees now blocked my view of her tits bu
t it also gave me an incredible view of her thinly veiled pussy squeezed between her thighs, outlining her lips and slit between them. Her forearms remained on her knees letting the bottle dangle for a few moments before she moaned, "I should probably get changed and let you get your clothes on."

  My heart sank as I realized the night was coming to an end. She stood up, giving me a great view of her ass again as she headed for the suite's bedroom. "I'll change in here and give you the living area to get changed again." She said over her shoulder, closing the door behind her.

  I sat quietly for a minute or two, just taking in the moment before pushing myself to my feet and unbuttoning the shirt. I had just stepped out of one leg of the pajamas when Erin's door opened and she stepped out wearing a robe, slightly open revealing her white tank top underneath. She froze and I froze as we both realized I was standing there stark naked except for the pajama pants and my boxers around one leg.

  "I was just coming out to get my toothbrush from the sink out here." She explained walking to the area near the door. "I thought I gave you enough time to get changed, how long do you take anyway?" She looked back at me obviously checking me out. I still hadn't made a move to cover myself, happy that she remained in the room and didn't just close the door giving me more time. My cock was half hard and had risen to slight angle rather than hanging straight down, it's own weight not allowing it to stick straight out. I always trimmed my pubic hair very short, keeping my balls nearly bare and the area around my penis bare with plenty of smooth skin to match the hard smooth phallus sticking out.

  I stepped out of the last leg leaving me completely naked and stepped toward her. Her hair was held back by a dark band leaving her face completely uncovered as she stared first at my face then giving me a once over until I was only a couple feet away. "What are you doing?" She asked, holding her ground.