Mommy's Hot Erotica

by Alina Sawyer

  This time he had promised, honest to God swore to her that no matter what, he would be there on time.

  That is why she had bought the two little phones, so she could find out where in the hell he was while sitting and waiting.

  Neither one of them had any real idea of how to use them, but Cary had sent her a message from the bathroom the first night telling her he needed her help. She went in to find out what he wanted, and he was standing there in just his socks with a huge grin on his face.

  Giggling, she helped.

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  Lucky for Cary, the shipping error was just 15 miles away, all he had to do was jet over there, fix the order, then come back and check out.

  No problem at all except it was 5 minutes to 5 when the boss told him that.

  He jetted.

  It all was a stupid mistake, someone had transposed a digit on the order. Then they had no idea what was wrong, hell, there was a 250 pound difference in what the weight should have been and what it was. It was just Cary's bad luck that one single digit reversed came out to be a different in stock item. Normally a mistake like that came up to nothing, someone would look and realize.

  The stupid asses in packing just looked at the numbers, none of them could read the big words that said what the parts were.

  He had it in his mind to read them the riot act the next week, but right now he wanted to get things straightened out and get to the lounge with his wife. He was hoping she might finally leave the bra off, that would be one hell of a kick. He had to slam on the brakes at the end of the street, thinking of Sally almost made him miss the red light.

  Cary shook his head, forced his mind to the task at hand.

  Dispatch a truck, pick up the correct parts, deliver them for the night shift, pick up the wrong shipment and back to the warehouse.

  A Monkey could have seen and fixed the damn problem with two telephone calls, but no one else in the company could read.

  It was 6:05 when he got back to the office. The phone must have went off when he was in the shower, he saw the message when he came back out.

  "where the hell r u" It read.

  He glanced at his watch, 6:15.

  Lord.

  "tied up on the way" he sent.

  "naked here lol"

  "what?" he texted.

  "red dress no bra. lol"

  Red dress? At the lounge already, in that red dress? No bra?

  God!

  "i hurry." he sent.

  Yow! Cary had been wanting to take her out dressed all nasty looking, but it just was not her style at all. Damn shame, too, Sally was one stone fox. Natural big hair, all sorts of waves and colors in it, blue eyes that would melt any man's heart. The constant smile on her face gave her the appearance of seeing only the person she was looking at.

  Sally wasn't a hugely busted gal, rather she was sleek and just right, her movements were lithe and exuded sexuality. She always griped that her tits weren't big enough, but even with both of his hands on just one of them, there was quite a bit left over.

  Then it was her nipples that were too dark, too big, too puffy, why women were never satisfied with their bodies was something he didn't understand.

  Maybe it was just fishing? Gripe about something, get an instant compliment? Maybe that was it, women were something Cary never did quite manage to understand.

  More than one male had developed a stammer when first introduced to her, even when she was wearing old blue jeans and a T-shirt. She acted like she didn't even have a clue about that, although he had tried to explain it to her more than once.

  Sally was also on the naive side, not stupid by any stretch of the imagination, she just trusted people. If some asshole wearing a pony tail and tattoos and a biker vest told her he was a Doctor or airline pilot, she probably would believe that.

  The only part she never did seem to get was why so many men approached her, she thought they were just being friendly.

  Cary had gotten to rescue her more than once from "friendly" conversations that seemed to develop every time he was late somewhere. Normally as soon as he showed up she would smile and give him a big hug and whoever was working on her would wander off looking unhappy.

  That happened quite a bit at their favorite lounge, it was also known as a pickup joint. More than once Cary had seen some female dressed to kill, usually surrounded by what was a bit like Sharks in a ball of bait.

  That lounge was not a place one left an attractive female alone for very long, the crowd tended to be younger and on the aggressive side.

  Once Cary had come back from the bar with a couple of beers and some guy had solidly planted himself in his chair.

  "Excuse me." He told the guy.

  "Hey, I don't need your help." The guy said.

  "My wife, OK? Take off." Cary told him, the guy gave up and left after giving Cary a sour look.

  "What's up with that?" He asked her, sitting down.

  "Oh, just some fellow being nice. He was telling me about his racing boats, he is a lawyer." She smiled.

  Cary sighed, the guy looked like he was probably a logger.

  Now Sally was sitting in that lounge wearing that red dress, all fixed up and no Cary.

  Lord! He knew damn good and well the sharks would line up the moment she sat down.

  "naked no bra lol" She had texted. Obviously drinking by now, too! Glancing at his watch, he was fairly sure she would be well into the second one.

  He ran down the hallway, down the stairs three at a time, hopped into the spiffy brand new Camaro he had recently bought and took off for the lounge.

  He lit the tires nicely on the way out of the parking lot, hung second gear without taking his foot off the floor, spotted the motorcycle cop sitting there along side the road just as he hit third.

  "License and registration, proof of insurance please." The cop stood there waiting, his expression stone faced.

  Just shit!

  Cary handed it to him.

  "Please Officer, my wife is waiting for me, I am in a hurry and need to meet her at the lounge." Cary said.

  Mistake.

  The cop took a long look at him, his face never changed expression.

  "Oh....I see... You...ummm...are in a...hurry then, sir? It's always...ummm...best to not...RUSH, especially when you are..uhhh...on a public highway, sir."

  He looked at Cary with no expression, then smiled slightly. Cary opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it.

  "Going out..to a lounge...drinking...ummm...is not a good idea, Sir. You will be driving later and...uhhh...someone could... be hurt. It's never a good idea to drink...and...uhhh...drive, sir."

  A larger slow smile crossed his face.

  He didn't appear to be in any hurry at all.

  Cary sighed as the cop walked back to his bike. It took him a solid 15 minutes as Cary sat there fuming.

  What the fuck was the jerk doing, changing the damned oil?

  "Here you go, sir. Now keep it...down, the speed limit through here is...just 45, I clocked you at ...uhhh..65 but I am writing it for 64. 20 miles over and it's another...$150.00...OK?"

  "OK, thank you."

  "Plus I want you to understand that...driving like that, ...uhhh...spinning your tires...could cause you to lose control." The policeman added.

  Carry nodded, saying he was sorry.

  "I COULD have written you up...for reckless driving, you know."

  "Yes, I know. I am really sorry, I will be extra careful." Cary smiled at the man, doing his best to appear totally ashamed of himself.

  Fucking prick!

  "All right then, have a pleasant evening." The asshole grinned at him.

  Cary drove off, 45 miles per hour.

  "where the hell r u?" The phone went off.

  "cop. ticket. on the way."

  "no hurry, got company lol" came back.

  Damn it! Company? Cary resisted the urge to put his foot back on the floor.

  He saw the little white Kia sitting i
n the parking lot, pulled up and parked next to it. He glanced at his watch, 7:10. Jumping out, he dashed for the door.

  It was darker than the ace of spades in the club, Cary stood there for a moment letting his eyes adjust. Finally he spotted Sally sitting at the bar. Next to her on one side was a tall man wearing a cowboy hat, on the other side was a shorter man about the same age. Sally had her elbow on the bar, a tall drink clutched in one hand, the tiny little phone in the other.

  The tall man was leaned over towards her looking down. She was turned his way, listening to something he was saying.

  It hit him that the way she was sitting slightly sideways to where he stood, that with the lights behind the bar her left breast appeared to be hanging there in space, naked.

  She had on that tiny red dress.

  Cary started across the room, just then his phone went off.

  "guy cute, u better hurry lol"

  Cary looked up from the phone just in time to see the tall man say something again, then reach out and put his hand on Sally's bare upper arm. She turned slightly more, he saw she still had the phone in one hand. She reached over and pushed his hand away, her usual smile on her face. She said something to him, he stepped closer and slid his arm across her shoulders.

  Sally leaned forward and slightly away, obviously resisting that but the other man was standing right there, and close. She turned her head to say something to him, Cary realized the man's right hand was on her right leg. She set the phone down and pushed at his hand but the man was insistent.

  Cary was across the room in seconds.

  "Sally!" He said, she turned to look at him with a smile.

  "Hey, bud, we saw her first." The tall man said to him, turning his way and giving him a glare.

  "I don't think so, take your hands off of her. Come on Sally, let's go."

  The tall man stood up straight, reached out and pushed on Cary's chest with his left hand. Cary reached up with his own right and trapped two fingers, rotated them counter clockwise and planted the man face first against the bar. He used his weight to press his elbow forward.

  "This is my wife, bud." He told the man, as the guy struggled to no avail.

  "Yea, yea, all right. Let go of me!" He said.

  Cary let go, the man turned and looked at him, thought about it for a moment and walked away. The other man had already backed off.

  Cary took Sally's hand and led her over to a table.

  "Where have you been?" She asked. Cary realized she had a trace of a slur in her voice.

  "The damned job. One of the crew messed up an order, I went as fast as I could. Then on the way I got a ticket, $199.00 for speeding."

  "I was getting mad at you, then that man bought me a drink. He is a lawyer and his friend owns a big corporation."

  Cary managed to keep a straight face. The closest that guy ever got to a lawyer was hiring one to get him out of jail. The other one was in blue jeans and a K mart shirt, not likely a corporate executive.

  "I wanna dance!" Sally said, standing up. She did not appear to be bashful at all with the way she was dressed, he glanced down at her drink, it was half gone.

  Cary realized the band was playing, he hadn't even noticed up until then. He got up, it was a soft slow tune. He held Sally close, covering her breasts since he realized that the back lights in the club made them even more obvious than he had thought they would be.

  As they slid across the dance floor, he spotted the tall man in the cowboy hat watching them intently. He held Sally even closer, she was slightly unsteady.

  "How did you manage to get drunk so fast?" He asked her.

  "I'm not drunk." She said.

  "You look drunk to me!"

  "Maybe a little bit, but I am all right." Sally pressed in close, Cary was almost holding her up. The song ended and he steered her back to their table, putting her in the chair that had her back to the tall man. He was watching them closely.

  For the first time in his life he felt mildly jealous, he didn't want that guy to see her.

  She plopped down, in a little bit of an unladylike manner, put her elbow on the table to support her chin. Then she reached for her drink but Cary was faster.

  "Whoa, babe! You need to ease up a little now." He told her.

  Signaling the waitress, he ordered a cup of coffee over her protests. He noticed that cowboy hat was still keeping a close eye on them. The other man was nowhere to be seen.

  "What was the deal with those two guys?" He asked her.

  "Oh, nothing. They bought me a drink and we were talking, is all." She took a sip of the coffee, made a face.

  "They looked to me like they were getting pretty grabby." Cary said.

  "They weren't really, not at first. We just danced is all. But then at the bar the one man kept putting his hand on my leg. I didn't like him very much, he tried to put his hand on my boobies when we were dancing. Then at the bar he really turned into a jerk. I told him to stop that but then you finally showed up."

  "Good thing, I guess. Sorry I was late, the boss had me go fix a problem."

  "Your boss always has you fixing problems." She pouted.

  "Well, I am here now. Let's go get something to eat." Cary got her up, Sally was still unsteady on her feet. He glanced again at cowboy hat, the man was sitting at a table by himself, still watching them intently.

  He figured that this club was a good place not to be at the moment.

  Cary got his wife loaded into the Camaro, drove across town to a different club. The restaurant there was well known for steaks and seafood, once he got some food into Sally she appeared to straighten up.

  "Where are we going to go, Honey?" She asked him.

  "Where would you like to go?" He said.

  "I want to go dancing, someplace with a good band. How about that club we were just at, they are pretty good?"

  "I don't think that is a good idea, that guy looked to be unhappy with me man handling him." Cary said.

  "I doubt he would try anything." She said.

  "There isn't any point in pressing the issue, I want to have some fun."

  "Well, there are lots of places downtown, let's try one we haven't been to before."

  "OK." They got back in the car and drove downtown. Cary actually hated to go downtown, there were lots of dance clubs but also several strip clubs that were on the seedy side. He never went to any of those, but he knew of one club on 17th avenue that had a nice dance floor and usually good swing time bands. He had gone there many times when he was single and looking for action but it had been years.

  He even found a place to park without having to circle the blocks a few dozen times.

  He held the door for Sally as she got out, noticing just how good she looked. They were going to get a lot of attention, he figured, and he could hardly wait to do some dancing, they both enjoyed the swing time type clubs. Sally looked beautiful and far naughtier than she every had when they went out.

  "Ten bucks for you, the chick is free." A monstrous black guy stood at the door as they walked up. His head was bald, and he had a large ear ring in one ear. He looked Sally up and down carefully, then grinned.

  That was new, they didn't have a cover charge or even a door man when he was there before. He peeled off a bill and handed it to the man, the guy reached out and stamped his wrist.

  "This is so if you go outside to smoke you can get back in." The guy told him.

  "Aren't you going to stamp Sally?" Cary asked, stupidly.

  "Naw. She can come in any time she wants to!" Then he laughed, looking her up and down carefully again. Sally giggled at that, which made her breasts jiggle. Cary suddenly wanted to get her inside, out of this man's gaze.

  That damn flash of jealousy again wafted over him, but he kept a straight face.

  The man reached out and held the door open, instantly they were blasted with loud music.

  Inside, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, the last time he had been in this club it had been much lighter. E
ven the bar had been moved, now it was over against the wall where before it had been curved outwards into the room.

  A waitress in a very skimpy costume came by and led them to some seats, they were overly large and very soft, once they sat down Cary felt almost like he was leaned back in a recliner.

  "Wow, this is pretty fancy!" Sally said.

  "It's been a long time since I was here, the place looks completely different." Cary said, looking around. They ordered some drinks, the woman was back in moments with them.

  Cary reached for his credit card to start a tab, she looked at him oddly.

  "Cash only here, honey." She smiled. He dug out some bills and paid her. Then he looked around.

  The dance floor was far smaller than he remembered, and it was elevated by about three feet with a small railing around it and steps leading up on both sides. There was still rather loud music playing in the background but it was a sound system, there was no band.

  "Are we supposed to go up there if we want to dance?" Sally asked.

  "I don't know. This place is nothing like I remember." Cary felt confused.

  Just then a light over the middle of the stage came on, it was a bright light that flashed. Seconds later some curtains opened up and a young woman came out.

  She was stark naked.

  "OH OH!" Cary said.

  "Oh my God! You took me to a strip club!" Sally giggled.

  "OOPS! That doesn't look like much of a strip tease. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize, come on, let's go." He told her, completely embarrassed. He started to get up, which wasn't easy they way the silly chair was designed.

  "No, wait. We are here now, let's watch and see what she does. I never saw anything like this before. Besides, these two drinks cost almost twenty bucks." She had a smirk on her face.

  The woman began to do some gyrations that could not be described as dancing, she was bending over, spreading her legs, clearly doing nothing more than demonstrating all parts of her sex. With the lights from the stage making it much brighter, Cary could see several men in the audience, there was just one other couple in the place. They were over in a far corner, pressed very close to each other.

  The woman up on the stage had very large breasts, obviously store bought, her waist was very thin and muscular, there was no sign of hair anywhere on her body.