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Under the Table, by Shakespeare_I._Aint (mMF,oral,masturbation,first)

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Under the Table by Shakespeare_I._Aint (mMF,oral,masturbation,first)



Jamie Stairs was rolling back from his 28th room service delivery of the 
afternoon when he found the wallet.  Almost perfectly camouflaged against 
the dark gray carpet of the softly lit elevator, a woman's something-skin 
gray wallet.  Jamie picked it up.  Creamy leather with a nice rich smell.  
He unsnapped the wallet and looked inside.  All the right charge cards; 
some he had never heard of.  And a crisp stack of big-head hundred dollar 
bills.  There had to be at least twenty of them.  So new you would have 
to rub them when you paid for something to ensure they weren't stuck 
together.  

The charge cards were all in the name of Evelyn Summers.  It didn't ring 
any bells with Jamie.  As he stood pondering the insides of his find, the 
elevator rang and slid to a smooth stop back on the ground floor.  Before 
the doors could open, Jamie hastily slid the wallet under the linen 
tablecloth of the dinner cart.  The door slid open.  No one was there to 
see the guilty look on the seventeen year old's face.  His face flushed 
with blood and his head throbbing with nervous energy, Jamie rolled his 
cart out of the elevator and started his journey to the vast kitchens of 
the Bayhaven Resort Complex.  To take another order.  As one of the new 
boys, he tended to get sent to the furthest reaches of the complex, often 
having to leave the main building and cross the common areas to the 
condominiums and guest villas.  Try making 28 of those trips for five 
dollars an hour and whatever tips the Kitchen Manager would admit to.  

I better do the right thing, Jamie thought to himself.  I better tell 
Mister Rose.  Mr. Rose, the kitchen manager, was a wizened, grubby, old 
man who ran the Kitchens at Bayhaven with an iron fist.  Domineering, he 
bullied and intimidated everyone, except for the well-paid chefs, who 
kept to themselves anyway.  Jared Rose took room service orders over 
phone lines or the touch screen television displays in each room.  Guests 
did not have to sign or tip personally for their meals.  Whatever tip 
they added to the room service went through Rose.  The guests just had to 
open their door.  Some took the cart right from Jamie and others 
preferred that he roll it over to their table and serve them.  Whatever 
they wanted they got for three hundred to two thousand dollars a day.  

Jamie rolled into the kitchen and got back in line.  Three young men with 
carts waited ahead of him for assignment.  Mr. Rose turned away from his 
communication station and gave them a general scowl.  At seventeen, Jamie 
was the youngest.  Most others had been there at least a year.  All of 
them worked the short summer season, from Memorial to Labor Day at 
Bayhaven, the plush resort complex on Mackinac Island which sat between 
Michigan's beautiful Upper and Lower Peninsulas.  The older boys worked 
the summers to save money for college; Jamie had gotten into the job 
because his father, an ebullient masculine good-natured Salesman of the 
First Water, had done the same when he was a kid.  As he was worried 
about Jamie's reticent, shy personality; he believed that a summer away 
from home and long hours of dealing with people would be just the tonic 
Jamie needed to come out of his shell.

And so Jamie Stairs had been at the Bayhaven Resort for two weeks now, 
working six days a week, quartered four to a room in a forgotten corner 
of the complex, listening to his older roomies boasting or lying about 
the guests they had scored with.  They pretty much ignored the slim 
seventeen year old, except when they needed a small loan until payday.  
Jamie was all right with that, he didn't need much to get by, and the 
cocksure way they handled themselves confused and awed him.  Presumably 
at the end of summer he would return home with a few thousand dollars for 
his share of the tip money.  After Jared Rose skimmed a bunch of money 
off the top.  Everyone hated Rose and most believed that after thirty 
years of skimming from his room service staff he was rich himself.  

Jamie spent his off day, Tuesdays, biking around the island like a 
tourist.  No motor vehicles were allowed on Mackinac Island except for an 
ambulance and police and fire vehicles.  Horse-drawn carriages were 
plentiful, although prohibitively expensive for the summer help.  So 
Jamie biked around to see the sights, the majestic cliffs on the north 
side of the island, the old fort, the strip of both expensive and cheap 
souvenir stores, the quiet forests and sandy shores that made the island 
so beautiful.  Guests came to the island on one of the ferry services 
which left every eight minutes from the mainland, only five miles away. 

Jared Rose surveyed the idle boys disdainfully, then deposited pickup 
slips to the other boys, leaving Jamie waiting.  The boys rolled their 
carts into Pickup to grab their next deliveries.  Mr. Rose glanced 
doubtfully at Jamie before he turned to walk away.  

"Mr. Rose?"

Rose turned and glared hard at Jamie.  "What?", he answered irritably.

Jamie held out the ladies wallet.  "I found this in the elevator," he 
said shyly.  

Mr. Rose almost snatched the wallet out of Jamie's hands.  He opened it 
and inspected the contents.  His eyes lit up when he saw the cash.  
Remembering himself, he put his mean glare back on and addressed Jamie.  

"You found this?  On which elevator?", he demanded.  

"Main Three", Jamie answered softly.

"Did you look in it?  You looked in it, didn't you?", Rose accused.  "You 
know how much money is here?"

Jamie tried to hold his head up to Mr. Rose, but he failed miserably.  
Looking off into space, he answered.  "I...uh...looked into it--to see if 
I could find which guest it belonged to."

Mr. Rose stared at him unblinkingly, like a chameleon.  "You are not 
supposed to look inside a guest wallet, Stairs.  Your job is to deliver 
meals.  Only meals."

"Yes sir,"

Rose grimaced. "You found it.  I will take it back where it belongs.  
Giving you full credit for finding it, of course", he added acidly.  
"Next time, don't be looking inside peoples wallets when you find them 
lying around.  You just turn it in.  Get it?  Watch the phones."  He 
grabbed his suitcoat off a peg in the tiny Order Room and whirled away 
without waiting for an answer.  Jamie watched him stalk off down the 
corridor to the Main Hotel to return the wallet.  Then it hit him.  That 
old man might have stolen the money if Jamie hadn't told him he knew that 
there was money inside.  And now he was heading up to their room to 
return it and intercept any gratuity the owner would want to give Jamie.  
He stood there stunned by Mr. Rose's gall until the phone rang for yet 
another room service order.  Jamie dutifully took the order and placed 
it.  By the time he finished, an older boy booted him out and took over 
phone duty as befitted his seniority.  

Fifteen minutes later, Jamie saw Mr. Rose return.  He was in a foul-
tempered mood.  He sidled up to Jamie as he was preparing to roll away an 
order for one of the outbuildings.  "Stairs.  I returned the wallet to 
Mr. and Mrs. Summers in Main Building, Suite 228.  The gentlemen 
indicated that you would deliver and wait their dinner and he would speak 
to you about the wallet there.  You are advised that any reward given to 
you will be split between you and me.  You for finding it; me for 
returning it.  Understand Stairs?"  Mr. Rose stared at him intently.  

"Yes, Sir," Jamie answered.  Good.  Those people probably saw what a 
snake Rose was and didn't trust him to fork over any money they gave him.  


"Good."  Mr. Rose seemed satisfied and relaxed the bony grimace from his 
features.  "Saunders," he barked to an older boy idling across the room.  
The boy looked dumbly at him.  "Take this cart to Condo 132.  Get going."  
The boy glumly took Jamie's cart and slumped away down the long hallway 
to the exit.

"You get their meal and get up there pronto, Stairs.  And remember, we 
split the reward.  Even-Steven and real friendly-like.  I'll be waiting 
for you."  The old man rubbed his hands together gleefully as he walked 
away.

While Jamie waited for the kitchen to prepare the meal, he slipped into 
the small bathroom and checked himself in the mirror.  The cheap red 
sport coats and black pants they wore tended to get stained with gravy 
and other liquids and Mr. Rose did not tolerate a sloppy roomie.  Jamie 
used the brushes laying there to generally brush up his appearance.  He 
bent down and peered in the mirror at the slim brown haired boy peering 
back at him.  Complexion pretty good, skin not oily, hair shorn so short 
his scalp peeked through.  Your typical good-looking teen, he told 
himself sheepishly.  Chicks dig me, he added.  From afar. 

As Jamie grabbed the cart and started rolling to his destination he felt 
Mr. Rose's eyes on him.  "Be on your best behavior, Stairs," he called 
out.  A few boys grinned at each other.  Jamie blushed.  He knew he would 
be hearing that line from the boys for the rest of the summer.  He rolled 
into Main and headed to the elevators.  The elevator doors opened to 
welcome him and he rolled his cart in.  His cart contained two covered 
entree plates, a appetizer plate and a bottle of Dom Perignon covered in 
ice.  Two wineglasses.  Real crystal here at Bayhaven.  

On the second floor, the elevator stopped and, as the doors slid open, 
Jamie became nervous and shy.  It was a fairly easy task to drop off 
meals to the various rooms, but he was not very good at waiting and 
serving a meal.  Mr. Rose tended to give those assignments to the older, 
more experienced boys, who presented and served a meal with flourishes 
Jamie couldn't imitate.   Nonetheless, Jamie rolled to a stop outside 
Suite 228 and knocked authoritatively, as he had been taught.  He felt 
tongue-tied and stupid.  What do I say, he wondered.  Yes, I found your 
wallet.  No, it never occurred to me to take anything.  Yes, I 'm a fine 
young man.  Reward?  No... well, if you insist...  It sounded fake and he 
knew this little interview wouldn't go well.  

The door swung open, and a man's voice, deep voice told him to, "C'mon 
in."  Jamie rolled his cart into Suite 228.  

The Suites at Bayhaven were all expensive.  Four hundred dollars a day 
got you a Suite.  Eight hundred dollars and up got you a huge suite and 
all-inclusive resort privileges and meals.  These people had the all 
inclusive and their order slip indicated they had been there for one 
week.  The suite, like all others, had a large living area with dining 
table, sofas and lounge chairs and a high boy which hid the television 
unless it was being viewed.  Fresh-cut flowers in leaded crystal vases, a 
roll-top desk and wet bar.  Balcony overlooking the Gardens at Bayhaven.  
Nice.  

Jamie watched the man walk back to the desk.  He was an old guy, around 
sixty, tall, barrel-chested and powerful like John Wayne.  He had salt 
and pepper hair, cut short with a side-part and a small goatee.  He wore 
reading glasses and a short beige terrycloth robe.  Too short for Jamie's 
comfort, although he did have muscular legs for an old guy.  He sat back 
down at the desk and motioned in Jamie's general direction.  "Just a 
minute."  The old guy had a laptop computer on the desk, connected to a 
phone line.  He played with the return button, watching the screen 
intently.  He nodded at some things; grunted disapprovingly at others.  
Finally, with a sigh, he pulled the phone line from the side of the 
laptop and closed it.  He turned in his chair and peered over the top of 
his glasses at Jamie.  

"Son, you can put the dishes on the table.  We'll eat later.  Open the 
wine so it can breathe."  Jamie carefully laid the covered dishes on the 
dining table which was covered in a white damask tablecloth and then 
uncorked the Dom without leaving cork particles floating as he had done 
the first couple of times he had attempted the task.  He looked back at 
the old man who watched him without expression.  

"So you're the lad who found my wife's wallet?" Mr. Summers grunted.  

"Yes sir," Jamie managed.  The old guy looked so formidable sitting 
there.  

"What's your name?"

"Ja-Jamie Stairs"

"You normally stutter son?"

"Uh, no sir.," Jamie answered shyly, his face feeling red.

"The gentleman who came up here--Mister Rose?  You gave the wallet to 
him?"

"Yes sir."

"What's he like?  Good man?"

Jamie searched for anything positive he could say about Mister Rose.  
Finally, he just blurted, "He's the Kitchen Manager, sir," and left that 
obvious statement hanging lamely before Mr. Summers who was eyeing him 
curiously.  

Mr. Summers sat back in his chair.  "Relax, son.  I got the distinct 
impression that Rose was here simply to collect a reward for my wife's 
wallet.  I trusted him as far as I could throw him.  In short, I didn't 
take to the man.  Understand?"  Jamie nodded dumbly.  "I told him I 
wanted to talk to the boy who found the wallet."  Summers was silent for 
a few seconds and Jamie stood in attendance on him, wishing the old guy 
had a longer robe as he sat sprawled in the desk chair.  

"So the facts of the matter are these:  Number one, you found my wife's 
wallet which contained a whole host of money which would be an 
inconvenience to replace.  Number two, my wife lost the wallet.  Number 
three, we should reward you.  But number four, Jamie, is it?"

"Yes, Jamie, sir," Jamie breathed.  

"Yes. Jamie.  Well Jamie, number four is that I don't consider money to 
be a suitable reward for your honesty and good service.  Money, I have.    
You've done me a service by finding something I don't place particular 
value on.  Understand?"

Jamie nodded immediately although he had no fucking idea what this guy 
was on about.  He just wanted to leave the dinner cart there and vanish 
from this guy's presence.  He didn't need a reward.  Just let me go.  He 
wondered if the guy was queer.  That would explain that robe.    

"Which brings us to number five, Jamie.  What can I reward you with?  I 
believe that I should reward you with something  valuable.  Something I 
place value on.  That would be the most suitable reward."  Mr. Summers 
shifted in his chair.  Now Jamie could see up the guy's robe, though he 
tried so hard not to look.  Oh yeah, the guy's queer, he thought.  
Married or not, he's queer.  He's gonna want me.  Ah, fuck, how do I get 
out of this one?, he worried.  He was tongue-tied.  

Jamie stood hunched like a frightened, confused rabbit while the old hawk 
surveyed him, waiting for his move.  Jamie jumped when the door knob 
rattled.  Someone was coming in.   He stood motionless as the door 
opened.  An older lady, presumably Mrs. Summers came in, hands laden with 
shopping bags from the Shops at Bayhaven.  She noticed him immediately 
and beamed a kindly smile at him.  She nodded to her husband. "I'm back, 
dear.  I've bought an outfit I'd like your opinion on later."  Mr. 
Summers got up to take the packages, smiling fondly back at her.  

"You look wonderful in anything, honey.  I'd like you to meet Jamie 
Stairs, the young man who found your wallet in the elevator.  I thought 
you'd like to thank him personally.  Jamie, may I introduce my wife, 
Evelyn."  

"Jamie, I'm pleased to meet you.  I appreciate you returning my wallet.  
It would have been an inconvenience to replace all the charge cards and 
whatnot.  And all my stuff, all the pictures of my children that I could 
never replace.  Those pictures are priceless to me.  Thank-you," she 
smiled dazzlingly at Jamie.  

Jamie choked out a "nice to meet you" and a "I was glad to do it" almost 
as one hurried sentence.  Evelyn Summers was dazzling.  Between 40 and 45 
years old, Jamie reckoned.  Maybe older, because she looked in such good 
condition.  Dishwater straight blonde hair pulled back into a tight 
ponytail.  Faded blue eyes, with slight crow's feet in the corners, a 
straight aristocratic nose, with a smattering of light freckles on her 
aging skin and a set of perfect white teeth.  Almost no makeup 
whatsoever.  Untanned soft-looking female.  About five foot six and 135 
pounds.  Clothed impeccably in the right Kelly green Bayhaven top and 
fashionably loose white cloth shorts.  Diamond tennis bracelet on left 
wrist.  Slim legs not defined by exercise.  Little white Filas on her 
tennis-socked feet. Everything about her resonated casual elegance and 
status.  A beautiful woman in late prime, free of the kids and relaxing 
at Bayhaven with her husband.  She was certainly Cheryl Tiegs beautiful 
up close and seemed very comfortable and personable as she spoke.  Jamie 
felt himself blush and tore his eyes off this lady.  He had spoken last 
and he couldn't think of anything else to say.  To this mature goddess.  

"Jamie, if you'll allow me to speak to my wife privately in the other 
room for a moment, I'd appreciate it," Bill Summers boomed.  

"Certainly, sir," Jamie returned automatically, one of the responses he 
had learned from the older roomies.  He watched uncomfortably as Bill 
Summers and his wife entered the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind 
them.  Jamie idled in the middle of the room, casting blankly about for 
the tokens of personality that guests put in a room to make it theirs for 
the time that they were there.  Some guests were messy, with items of 
interest strewn all about; others were clean.  This room was clean.  
Other than the laptop on the desk, the room showed no clues about the 
Summers encamped here.  Nothing to study.  So Jamie waited in his agony 
of discomfort, wanting only to leave.  

After five minutes, the bedroom door opened and Bill Summers strode out, 
still decked out in his short robe.  Upon spotting Jamie still standing 
awkwardly in the middle of the room, he crossed to him and clapped him on 
the back.  

"Lord, son.  Don't just stand there.  Have a seat.  He led Jamie over to 
the sofa and practically pushed him down.  He plopped back down into his 
desk chair, the robe climbing perilously up his thighs.  Jamie tried damn 
hard not to notice.  He sat stiffly on the couch.  Bill Summers observed 
his discomfort.  

"Relax, Stairs.  You look like you could jump through the ceiling."

"Sir,  I'm  sorry.  I'm not used to sitting down.  I just deliver room 
service.  I uh... prefer to just drop the cart off and pick it up later.  
That's what I like," Jamie finished.  

"You a bit of a loner, Jamie?  Shy type?"

"Yes, sir."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen, sir."

"Got a girlfriend?"

"No, sir."

"Ever had one?"

Jamie was ashamed.  "No."

"Well, shy or not, you're a good looking lad, Jamie.  You'll get a girl 
one of these days."

"I hope so, sir," Jamie answered meekly.  

"You just have to believe in yourself and relax a little bit.  You're 
pretty uptight aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

Bill Summers smiled kindly at Jamie.  "My wife will rejoin us in a few 
minutes.  I spoke to her in the bedroom and we are in agreement.  I hope 
you'll find it was worth your while."  He gazed blithely at Jamie, 
waiting for an answer.  

Jamie looked askance at Mr. Summers, who was only too happy to let Jamie 
swing in the wind.   Finally, he relented.  

"Jamie, have you ever messed around with an older woman?"  Mr. Summers 
watched him intently.  

Jamie felt his stomach sinking.  "An older woman, sir?" he whispered 
meekly.  

"Yes.  An older woman, such as Evelyn for example.  Evelyn is fifty-two 
years old, Jamie.  Our youngest child is twenty-two years old."

Jamie said nothing.  He felt that his embarrassing admission that he had 
never had a girlfriend should be taken as proof that he hadn't ever had a 
chance to 'mess around'.  And fifty-two?  She didn't look that old.

"My wife and I are what is commonly called, 'empty-nesters'.  Our 
children have gone on to marry and have children of their own.  We are 
grandparents now, if you can believe that."  Jamie could picture Bill as 
a Grandpa.  But not his wife.  She seemed too feminine to be a Grandma.  
Jamie had a momentary vision of an infant suckling at her breast as her 
perfect features smiled down on the baby.  His cock stirred in his 
trousers.  Bill Summers was on a roll.  

"We've decided how to reward you.  My wife will give you something that I 
hope you'll appreciate.  I will do most of the talking, if you don't 
mind.  It's something we've been exploring a little bit for a few months 
now."

"Yes, sir."

Bill Summers got up and poured two glasses of wine and brought one to 
Jamie, who accepted it with two hands.  He stared at Mr. Summers who 
stood beaming down at him.  "Evelyn, we're ready, dear," he boomed, his 
face smiling like they were two men of the world sharing a good joke.  
Jamie put his best manly grin on, though for the life of him he couldn't 
understand what the joke was about.  He took a big gulp of his wine--just 
for something to do-- and it burned going down.

Their eyes turned toward the bedroom door as it opened.  And the 
impossibly fifty-two year old Evelyn Summers came into the room.  Shyly 
now, because she was clad in a short beige terrycloth robe, exactly like 
that of her husband.  Jamie tore his eyes away lest he be caught gawking 
at her.  He side-glanced up towards Mr. Summers to check his reaction.  
Shit.  Bill Summers was looking directly down at him with the same manly 
grin.  Jamie quailed inside and studiously averted his eyes towards the 
far wall away from this imposing man and his short-robed wife.  Bill 
Summers laughed aloud. 

"Damn, boy.  You really are shy.  Look at my little lady.  She's come out 
to thank you.  The least you can do is look," he said with a jolly laugh.  


Jamie pulled his eyes back.  His face felt hot and he knew he was 
blushing looking at the guy's wife.  And she was blushing too.  She 
stopped uncertainly in front of him, her face colored as she stared 
timidly at his eyes, looking for signs of approval.  Jamie stared at her 
legs.  The short robe ended high above her knees and Jamie just knew that 
if she turned around and bent over slightly her butt would peek out from 
under that robe.  That might be nice.  She wouldn't be able to see him 
staring if that happened.  He'd be able to stare at leisure instead of 
having to look at her with her and her husband watching him.  Nice legs 
though.  Long and slim, pale white and smooth.  This lady didn't have an 
athletic tone to her legs at all.  Just small thighs and flaring hips.  
Probably hadn't tanned or worked out in years.  Just dieted like a 
fanatic to keep her shape.  They were nice legs at any rate.  All the way 
up to where they disappeared under her robe.  Bare feet, pretty and 
feminine with red painted toenails.  She stood with her legs slightly 
parted and Jamie wondered fervently what her privates would look like.  
He realized with a jolt what the old guy wanted.  He knew this Bill 
Summers wanted him to consort with this lady--his wife--while he watched.  
Or worse, participate.  Like a double-team or something.  And somehow, 
that was more scary than fending off an old homo's advances.  Jamie's 
performance anxieties started up even though his cock was straining in 
his trousers and sending frenzied signals to his brain to have Jamie 
rearrange himself down there so it could stand straight up.

"Well, Jamie?  What do you think?  How does this old gal look?", Bill 
Summers collapsed into the easy chair across from Jamie's sofa.

"Dear, please," Evelyn remonstrated her husband.

"Sorry, dear.  Jamie, how does the little lady look to you?", he asked.

"Fine, sir," Jamie croaked out.  His throat was dry.  He could tell these 
people expected more.  He took another big gulp of his Dom Perignon and 
set the glass shakily on the end table.  "She--I mean you--look really 
hot, ma'am," he managed.  He was rewarded with a gentle smile from Evelyn 
and he realized that she had been worried about what he would say.  She 
was beautiful.  She still looked tense though and Jamie could sure relate 
to that.  

"Honey, how about you drop the robe and show Jamie here the rest of 
yourself?" Bill suggested gently.  And the two males waited and watched 
the slender woman make a decision and then slowly untied the robe belted 
around her waist.  The robe front faced Jamie as she opened her robe and 
dropped it down her shoulders.  She shrugged her arms out of the sleeves 
and suddenly a woman clad in silky black low-cut panties stood in front 
of Jamie.  She tossed the robe lightly onto the couch next to Jamie and 
stood posed, her hands held stiffly at her sides for his inspection.  The 
robe had landed next to Jamie and a whiff of perfume flowed up to his 
senses as he drank her in.  She had a slender form with small breasts 
that nevertheless seemed to sag the tiniest bit downward.  Like they were 
tired.  Such soft comforting little Mother breasts.  Small dusky pink 
nipples that seemed to point directly at Jamie's waist.  Her absolutely 
white stomach had the gentlest swell and a horizontal scar on the 
abdomen.  Her hips widened slightly as they met her thighs.  Jamie 
glanced down at her covered groin.  The black panties clung just below 
her hipbones.  The first panties Jamie had ever seen on a live woman.  On 
his way back up, Jamie noticed the tiny little stretch marks that marred 
the perfect Goth whiteness of Evelyn's tummy.  From being pregnant, he 
realized.  Jamie found that Evelyn was waiting on him again.  He went 
with his feelings.  

"Wow," he breathed, huskily.  And Evelyn smiled self-consciously at him.

"Wow is right, Jamie," Bill Summers boomed approvingly.  "Take your 
panties off, honey.  Give him the full show."  Evelyn kind of turned away 
from Jamie and bent slightly.  Jamie watched her breasts as they dangled 
in mid-air.  Watched her slide her thumbs under the waistband of those 
magic black panties and tug them down her hips and down her thighs.  All 
the way to her feet.  And then she stepped her left foot out of her 
panties.  Turning back towards Jamie she gave a little kick with her 
right foot and sent those panties flying up and at Jamie.  They hit him 
right in the face.  Jamie was mortified and sat frozen while the panties 
slid down his face with a soft whoosh and landed in his lap.  His cock 
gave a major surge in his pants.  Bill Summers rose to his feet.  "Giving 
away souvenirs, honey?"  He chuckled as he came around behind his little 
wife and put his hands around her waist.  They turned slightly until they 
were facing Jamie.  "I'll introduce you to Evelyn's parts.  This will be 
a little embarrassing to her, the exhibition and all, but it's part of 
our game.  She tends to feed off the embarrassment.  Good wife and mother 
turned "bad" type of thing"   

Bill Summers ran up hands slowly up his wife's torso until he cupped and 
lifted her small tits.  Her breasts did not fill her husband's big hands.  
Jamie watched transfixed, his eyes straying from Bill's hands to Evelyn's 
face as she peeked at him with undecipherable emotions on her face.  
Every so often she shut her eyes so that she could not see Jamie looking 
at her.  Interesting.  

"These two little beauties nursed our three children.  The last time they 
were called to duty was twenty-two years ago, Jamie.  That was when 
Robbie was born.  He's twenty-two now.  Our children suckled on these 
boobs.  Evelyn always thought they were too small and then after the 
babies she thought they sagged too much.  Right, honey?"

"Yes, dear," his wife answered in a low voice, her eyes closed.  Jamie 
watched Bill thrumming her nipples with his thumbs.  Her nips were up.  
Her breasts looked so soft an feminine that Jamie longed to touch them.  

"What do you think of them, Jamie?" Bill Summers asked.  

"I, uh...think they're really nice.  Wonderful," Jamie added truthfully.  
Evelyn Summers at fifty-two was awfully nice to look at.

"They have always been favorites of mine," Bill murmured, bending his 
head down to kiss his wife on the nape of her neck.  She shuddered.  Bill 
moved his hands down onto her white tummy, straying over the small scars 
and slight little pooch of her belly.  "Evelyn gave birth three times, 
Jamie.  Two vaginally, the last one by cesarean.  See these little 
stretch marks?  Those are from carrying our babies."  He traced the long, 
thin bikini scar.  "Here is Evelyn's cesarean scar from the last child."  
Jamie sat quietly watching the old guy play with his wife's body.  
Sensing that neither was watching, he quickly adjusted his crotch so that 
his cock could get some breathing room.  The old guy stroked her stomach, 
his index finger delving inside her belly button.  "When she was 
pregnant, her belly button would pooch out--that's how big she would get.  
A beautiful time, Jamie.  She always looked so fresh and rosy when she 
was pregnant.  So sexy.  Didn't you dear?"  

"Yes, dear," Evelyn murmured, her eyes still closed while her husband 
stood behind her and stroked her.  His hands moved down to her closely 
shorn groin.  Evelyn had a pubic triangle all right.  But the blonde hair 
was very short and Jamie was seeing his first real live pussy.  The lips, 
a dusky deep pink hanging low.  With two fingers on either side of her 
pubis Bill spread her cleft, watching Jamie as he did.  "This is my 
wife's vagina, Jamie. Or "pussy" when we're feeling randy--like now.  Are 
you a little wet, honey?"

"Yes," Evelyn whispered, her eyes open now, looking off at a point over 
Jamie's head.  

"Does Evelyn look wet down there, Jamie?" Bill questioned.

Jamie leaned slightly forward, directing his gaze down to the split 
between Bill's hands.  The lady's pussy glistened with something, that 
was for sure.  It shined in dark pinks on the outside and lighter ones 
where her hole was open.  Very erotic and mysterious.  Jamie watched as 
Bill's index finger rubbed lightly at the top of the valley and Evelyn 
squirmed in response.  That had to be the clit Jamie had heard so much 
about.  

Bill Summers turned his wife around, presenting her buttocks to Jamie's 
seated view.  He stepped to Evelyn's side, reaching his hand down.  "Bend 
over honey."  Evelyn bent at the waist.  Jamie was glad she was no longer 
facing him.  He felt excited but embarrassed with her being able to see 
him so interested.  It demeaned them both, really.  

Bill bent slightly and place his hand on Evelyn's butt cheeks.  "This is 
a good view of a hot lady, Jamie," he explained.  He spread her cheeks 
slightly.  Evelyn's butt was white as snow--it almost glowed it was so 
white.  A smattering of tiny imperfections, moles and red marks.  Some 
more of those little stretch marks on her ass and down to where her 
thighs met her backside.  Her butt was small and flat when she had been 
standing.  Again, no muscle tone to those two cheeks--they had been small 
but loose and tiniest bit saggy.  But when she bent over, they had 
rounded beautifully into the tight, creamy cheeks her husband was 
examining now.  "From the back--and it's always been one of my favorite 
views--you can see Evelyn's pussy open.  And her butthole, too.  Two 
holes, top over bottom, waiting for a lucky man to get in line and pick 
one."  Jamie looked at Evelyn's vagina, gaping slightly now.  The light 
brown anus presented for his approval.  "I had Evelyn in the butt this 
morning," Bill said fondly.  "It's tighter back there, Jamie, and I love 
it.  My nuts bumping against these soft cheeks.  Buried up there.  It's 
as good as it gets."  Jamie tried to imagine how his penis would feel 
inside such a forbidden little aperture.  Best now to think about it, he 
realized.  His cock was surging in his pants, close to exploding without 
even being touched.  Up the butt, he mused.  Wow.  

"Okay, honey, you can stand up now.  You've been a great sport about 
showing Jamie what you've got," Bill murmured as he took his wife into 
his arms and kissed her.  Jamie tried not to stare up as the big old guy 
took bent slightly to kiss his demure wife.  Somehow the kiss was more 
intimate that the show had been.  Evelyn hugged her husband, her naked 
backside presented to Jamie.  He stared at it, imagining what it would 
feel like to clamber onto this woman and stick it to her.  His cock 
surged insistently inside his underwear, threatening to shoot off in 
front of these nice people.

"Son, the little show I just gave you is part of a little exposure thing 
we've been playing with the last few months.  I don't want you to get the 
idea that Evelyn is loose or is anything less than a true lady.  
Understand?  This is just another aspect of her that we're exploring 
right now."

"I understand, sir.  She's...beautiful, sir," Jamie said hurriedly.

Mr. Summers looked directly at his face as he posed the question.  "Then 
you wouldn't think anything less of Evelyn if she was to fellate you?  
You, a seventeen year old?  Younger than her youngest child?  Her at 
fifty-two years of age?"

Jamie was stunned.  His cock jumped threateningly in his pants.  He 
wanted to say, 'I'd like that', but he was tongue-tied.  
"I...uh...I'd...," he attempted before falling horribly and stupidly 
silent.  And he was pretty sure 'fellate' meant a blowjob.  Like maybe it 
was related to 'fellatio', which he was reasonably sure meant a blowjob.  
Ah fuck, I hope I'm not blowing this, he thought bleakly.  The old guy 
was still waiting on a complete sentence and Evelyn had turned on him.  
Her face was tense and she was trying to read his eyes as her husband 
held her lightly around her waist.  Was she hopeful?  Fearful of getting 
turned down?  Jamie swallowed hard.  Got to say something, he realized.  
Anything.   

"I...I'd would appreciate it, ma'am," he whispered.  His voice was hoarse 
and weird-sounding in his own ears.  "I'd consider it an honor."  If he 
ever told this story to any living person he would have to omit this part 
entirely.  An honor?  Sweet Jesus!  And though he knew how hopeless he 
sounded, he watched as Bill Summers and his wife exchanged small smiles 
with each other.

"An honor?  High praise indeed," he laughed, hugely.  "Evelyn has never 
done this before.  I've got to tell you, son.  She was afraid she was a 
little too old to raise your flagpole, boy.  I told her it wouldn't be a 
problem but she worried just the same."

And then the worst moment of Jamie's life happened.  The pretty lady, her 
face wreathed in her pretty little smile had glanced down at Jamie's lap 
when her husband had mentioned "flagpole."  And Jamie felt her eyes 
lingering on his crotch and damn it if he hadn't felt a hot upwelling in 
his balls.  He started shooting his load right there in his pants.  He 
grunted involuntarily and bucked his hips slightly as he jettisoned his 
load.  Right in front of these people.  And they knew it.  Evelyn first, 
her face a study in confusion as she watched him move and make sounds.  
Then understanding and compassion in her eyes and she almost started 
forward to comfort him.  Mr. Summers, staring at him grunting and bucking 
like that, and then looking to his wife's face.  And finally getting the 
hint from her.  And looking at Jamie, baffled and uncertain.  Jamie's 
face felt hot and his ears burned with shame as the tremors in his groin 
subsided slowly.  His whole groin felt sticky and wet and it was only a 
matter of time before the stain soaked through his black pants.  He 
wanted to curl up and die in shame.  His inexperienced cock had betrayed 
him horribly in front of the first female who ever expressed an interest 
in him.  He cast about for anything to say.  The party was over and it 
was time to beat a sticky retreat.  

Jamie stood up quickly, wanting nothing more than to tug his pants away 
from the mess in his crotch.  He tried to look sincerely at their faces, 
but failed miserably.  "I...I'm sorry.  I don't think this...I ought to 
go...nice ma'am...I appreciate...but...no," he stammered.

Evelyn's beautiful face held the slightest motherly smile.  Jamie watched 
her small breasts jiggle as she reached out and brushed his arm with her 
hand.  "Please don't," she said simply.  Jamie stopped, electrified by 
the touch of this woman.  What lucky boys she must have reared, he 
thought.  He could have watched this woman all day.  

"I...uh...thanks, but I really should..."

"You really should stay.  Please stay and receive your reward.  I'm 
starting to think I owe you more now than when you first walked in.  That 
was an incredible ego boost to me, Jamie.  I had no idea..." 

Bill Summers stirred himself.  "The little lady is right, Jamie.  I'll 
tell you.  These things happen to all young men.  When Evelyn and I first 
started dating--back in the mid-sixties this was--things like this tended 
to happen.  Back then the best a young man like myself could expect from 
a good girl like Evelyn was a hand job.  And even then, only after quite 
a few dates.  Anyway, I had been dating Evelyn steady for several months 
and we were out one night parked to see the submarine races.  And it was 
time, we both knew, for Evelyn to ease my tensions so to speak.  Well, to 
make a long story short, Evelyn never even touched me before I...came 
off.  In my pants.  I took her home pretty quick, let me tell you.  We 
both knew what had happened, but we didn't discuss it until years after 
we were married.  So, I know how you must feel, but I'm telling you that 
Evelyn and I want you to stay awhile longer.  If you can find the courage 
to stay, I believe that Evelyn will put her mothering hat on and make it 
all better.  So what do you say son?," he boomed out heartily, finishing 
on a high note.

Jamie had flashed quick glances at the man and his pretty little wife 
while the old guy told his story.  But he felt that the old guy was being 
honest.  And he liked the idea of being mothered by Evelyn.  She seemed 
genuinely sympathetic and definitely appealing.  "What do you want me to 
do?"

The couple both relaxed.  "Let's you and I sit down at the dining table 
and have a bite.  Evelyn will do all the rest.  Right, Ev?"

"Right," she answered firmly, in her no nonsense mother's voice; reaching 
out and taking Jamie's hand.  She led him the short distance to the table 
and Jamie tried not to glance over at her tits as they walked.  She sat 
him down at one end of the table.  Bill sat down at the other end.  Then 
Evelyn commenced serving them the dinner that Jamie had carted to the 
room.  She was a whirlwind of naked efficiency, even pouring out fresh 
Dom for her boys.  Her nipple and part of her left breast brushed Jamie's 
shoulder as she reached over him to put his wine glass down.  She was 
warm.  And so very soft.  When Bill gave the signal, they started to eat.  
And Evelyn got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table.  
And came to Jamie.  He felt her unlace his shoes and remove them.  His 
socks came next.  I'm glad I took a shower, he thought deliriously.  He 
had goose bumps from her touch.  The food in his mouth was tasteless and 
it was all he could do to remember to chew before he swallowed.  Bill was 
eating his steak with gusto and off and running on some tangent and Jamie 
had to concentrate to hear what he was saying.  

"..tell you a woman sees herself first as a young wife.  Until the kids 
come.  Then it's first as a Mother.  Then as a wife.  Last as a good 
bedfellow.  Not that I'm complaining mind you.  Far from it.  My Ev has 
always been a great partner.  A wonderful mother and a beautiful wife.  
Active in the community.  I'm just saying that since the kids have grown 
and moved away, she's rediscovering her sexuality, if that's not too 
blunt.   The last few years have been very happy ones for me.  When she 
came up with the idea of how to reward you, I couldn't believe it."

Jamie was surprised.  With the way Bill had been running the show, he had 
figured that he had suggested the idea to this delicate woman beneath the 
table.  How exciting to think that once Evelyn had met him she could have 
changed her mind--and she hadn't.

Evelyn's little hands reached up for Jamie's belt and unfastened it.  He 
longed to lift the damask tablecloth and look down at her, but he 
resisted the temptation, knowing how vulgar that might be.  His languid 
penis broadcast definite signs of renewal as she tugged his belt off and 
unbuttoned his pants.  Then she slid his zipper down with an audible run-
-even Bill paused in his orations.  Jamie swallowed a mouthful of 
unchewed steak, almost choking.  Evelyn's hands urged him to rise a 
little off his chair.  Jamie did so, and Ev pulled his trousers down, 
tugging in just the right places to bring his pants down evenly to his 
feet.  Jamie raised his feet and his pants left his body.  
He sat uncomfortably shy on the oak chair in his semen-stained 
underpants.  Not knowing what would happen next.  Bill Summers commented.  
"She's got your trogs down now, right, son?"  Jamie nodded, staring down 
at the tablecloth.  "Don't worry, Ev will treat you right.   If it's not 
too indelicate to say, she's always had a thing for a man's essence--at 
least mine--and she was a virgin when I married her--I think you'll enjoy 
this," he said grinning like he and Jamie were sharing a private joke 
instead of Bill's fifty-two year old wife.

Ev's forearms came up and rested lightly on Jamie's thighs, her hands 
reaching behind him preparatory to lowering her head down onto his 
underwear.  But he had to ask.  "Uh...why...I mean doesn't it bother 
you?"  Jamie felt Evelyn freeze, listening.  

Bill Summers turned serious.  "Honestly, Jamie?  No it doesn't.  Evelyn 
and I have been married for almost thirty years and in that time, no one 
else has ever touched her.  But I believe that as a woman gets older she 
starts to lose confidence in her looks.  The media--magazines--
television--everything--focus on younger and younger women.  Younger, 
fresher flowers.  It's everywhere.  So what do you expect she would feel?  
Old and undesirable, that's how.  Last year's news.  A woman like Evelyn 
feels like an old faded flower.  And that's not right.  Now, I can tell 
her again and again how beautiful she looks,  but who am I?  Just her 
comfortable, old, loving husband, that's all.  My words have no impact 
because I've been telling her how beautiful she is for years now.  She 
needs a boost for her self-esteem.  All women do."

"And that's where I come in, sir?"

Bill Summers nodded wisely.  "Exactly.  Evelyn and I planned for this to 
happen.  To see if she appealed to a young man like yourself.  I knew the 
value of the gift she offered, but she still had doubts she could appeal 
to you.  She has lost all doubt now and wants to thank you.  So just sit 
back and enjoy," he finished solemnly.  

Jamie pondered for a moment.  It made sense.  Except for one thing.  "But 
why go through with it?  I...she appealed to me right away," he blushed 
again, "so why go through with...this part?  Why not just have her come 
out of the bedroom in a negligee or something and when I eyed her, just 
send me away?  I mean, that would prove she is still attractive."  

The old guy smiled a rueful smile.  "A very good question, son.  And I 
guess I just have to chalk it up to simple pride.  I'm just proud of my 
wife as a lover and want someone else to notice her abilities.  Pride is 
more powerful than jealousy.  So I'm not possessive or jealous over what 
she wants to do.  Because I want her to do it too.  We will be pretty 
randy for each other when you're gone."  

Jamie felt the pretty lady under the table go back into motion.  Her 
hands pulled lightly at his bottom and she lowered her face into his 
crotch and sniffed him deeply.  Again and again.  Jamie's cock went rigid 
just from the sound of it.  He felt her soft lips nipping at the cloth 
below his tented penis, nibbling on his wet spots, taking his underwear 
into her mouth and removing his seed.  Her breath tickled between his 
thighs.  It was electric.  She continued on, taking her time, moving 
lower, hoovering the spend on his testes, mouthing them softly.  Jamie 
moaned involuntarily and inadvertently met Bill's eyes.  Bill was 
grinning and Jamie looked away.  The fifty-two year old wife under the 
table pulled Jamie's hips forward and Jamie slid himself a few inches 
down in the seat.  Evelyn's hands tugged insistently at the waistband of 
his underpants.  Jamie lifted his ass a few inches up and Evelyn slid his 
underwear down his legs.  Jamie sat across the table from her husband 
with a huge boner rising up from his groin.  Covered by a tablecloth.  
Listening to the soft sniffing and sucking sounds Evelyn was making.  She 
was apparently finishing the last good spots off his underwear.  Jamie 
felt flushed with excitement, afraid that if she put her mouth on him now 
the top of his head would explode as he shot off into her mouth.  Would 
he be coming in this lady's mouth?, he wondered.  

Then he felt Evelyn lift his left foot.  She began to massage his foot.  
That felt really good and Jamie figured it would buy him some time.  Give 
his member a chance to calm down.  Until she put his big toe into her 
mouth and started sucking gently as she massaged him.  Oh, man, this was 
too much.  

"The foot thing?" Bill Summers asked knowingly.  Jamie nodded feebly, 
then sank back in his chair and closed his eyes.  Ah, fuck that felt 
good.  Evelyn dropped the right foot gently and repeated the process with 
his right foot.  Jamie just went with the sensations.  At length, the 
lady dropped his foot and surged up Jamie's legs.  She tugged at his 
backside with both little hands until Jamie slid himself down in the 
chair.  He was resting on his tailbone.  That's how far forward Evelyn 
wanted him.  Her hand grasped his rigid penis tightly and she stroked him 
a few times.  Jamie groaned again.  He felt her hand leave him and she 
pushed lightly but insistently on the inside of his left leg.  Jamie 
didn't know what she wanted until she pushed his leg out from under the 
table and pushed slightly up.  Then he guessed.  She wanted his legs out 
from under the table.  She wanted them up on the table itself.  Both legs 
on the table riding the edge of the chair with his tailbone to give her 
free access to his equipment.  Okay, he could do that, he thought 
excitedly.  These older woman sure know what they want.  He resat himself 
down in the chair and brought his left leg out from under the table and 
the damn tablecloth.  He raised his leg, sorry he was letting Bill see 
him with a naked leg, and planted his foot on the table.  Then he shifted 
his balance and brought his right leg out from under the table and 
perched it precariously on the right side of the table.  Using his arms 
for leverage he moved his butt forward on the chair until he was spread 
wide open for the waiting Evelyn.  One of her hands fluttered up from 
under the table, waving distractedly at the tablecloth.  Jamie grabbed 
the sides and tossed the end of the tablecloth onto his dinner plate and 
looked down.  Evelyn's green eyes smoldered on his for a moment and then 
she dove down on him, her hands tucked under his thighs.  She enveloped 
him in her mouth.  

Jamie couldn't believe how warm this lady's mouth was.  If we're both at 
98.6 degrees, how could it feel so much warmer in there?, he wondered as 
he peered down at the top of her head.  Evelyn's mouth moved lower and 
lower, taking more and more of Jamie's excited shaft.  Until her nose 
pressed against his pubis.  Jamie groaned at the sensation.  He chanced a 
glance at her husband.  Bill Summers had quieted now, his look intense 
and serious.  As Jamie watched, Bill's right hand left the table and 
wandered off.  Jamie closed his eyes again.  

Evelyn held him captive in her mouth, motionless except for her tongue 
which swished against the underside of the head of Jamie's cock.  The 
feeling was sensational and Jamie felt like he wouldn't last much longer 
like that.  Even after the accident inside his pants, he was horny as a 
goat.  Which was unusual because normally when he beat off, he was good 
for the rest of the day.  And since he had flogged his dolphin that very 
morning in the shower, he was surprised how nice the mouth of a good 
woman could be.  It surpassed his wildest dreams.  

Evelyn Summers pulled off Jamie's bone and started to slowly stroke his 
wet cock with one hand while she used the other hand to lift his nuts off 
the chair.  She licked each in turn before engulfing his left nut gently 
into her mouth and sucking on it.  Jamie's thighs went rigid and he felt 
his toes curling.  Sucking my balls.  She's sucking my balls!, his mind 
screamed.  Damn this guy is lucky.  I love this woman, he thought 
helplessly.  

Evelyn nibbled her way back up Jamie's shaft.  She used the fingernails 
on her right hand to scratch lightly at Jamie's sack as she bent his 
member slightly down and took him back into her wet mouth.  And as Jamie 
watched breathlessly, her head turned slightly up and her pretty blue 
eyes looked happily up at him as she sucked up and down on him.  Jamie 
was suddenly aware of the contortions his face was going through and he 
tried to relax his face so that he didn't look like a freak.  Jamie 
wondered how long he was expected to last.  How long had it been?  Five 
minutes?  Six?  He guessed it really didn't matter because he was in the 
home stretch and there was no way to turn back.  Her fingernails were 
scratching delightfully over his tightly drawn balls and Jamie felt the 
sap rising.  Should he give some type of signal?  Or just explode in her 
mouth.  Not knowing the etiquette of such situations Jamie hoped she 
wouldn't mind a mouthful.  Because it was time.  

Jamie's ass came of the chair and he moaned helplessly as his cock spit.  
A long spurt of semen left him and he watched Evelyn's eyes widen when 
she felt the different taste.  She took her head off his penis and 
stroked him hard.  His cock was jutting straight up and his next spurts 
leapt two feet in the air and landed down on his belly and thighs.  A 
little bit landed on Evelyn's nose.  She stroked his manhood until his 
spurts subsided into an oozing which ran down the bridge between her 
fingers and thumb.  She seemed transfixed; a small smile as she looked up 
into his face.  Jamie felt his whole sense of feeling was in his cock and 
balls as she milked him.  Her other hand had never left off scratching 
his testes.  Jamie grunted and bucked when he was finished and the 
continued stroking started to tickle his sensitive wang.  Evelyn took 
that as a sign to stop and she took her left hand off him.  She purposely 
looked up at Jamie as she brought her hand up to her mouth.  Her tongue 
snaked out and licked Jamie's spunk off the webbing of her hand.  
Transferred it to her mouth.  Her tongue came out clean and licked for 
more.  Jamie watched, stunned.  "fuck", he whispered in awe of this 
woman.  Evelyn smiled, her teeth seemed to glisten with Jamie's emission.  
And then her head dove down and she kissed and licked his stomach, 
transferring his spilled goo into her stomach.  Up and down his stomach, 
down on his thighs, all over his balls; finally taking his spent member 
into her mouth and cleaning him.

Then it was over, and Evelyn looked up fondly at him from between his 
legs.  Jamie sat with his legs still spread atop the table.  It was 
slightly uncomfortable now.  Evelyn receded back beneath the table.  Her 
posterior came into view and she wagged it enticingly at him before she 
moved away.  Jamie slid one foot off the table and then the other.  Bill, 
at the other end of the table, motioned to Jamie.  Bill had one hand 
under the table and from his motions Jamie knew the old guy was 
masturbating.  

"Hon, come over here, please.  It's been too much for me and I just 
gotta..."

Evelyn came out from under the table and crawled lightly over to her 
husband.  He turned his chair sideways to the table; his robe up around 
his waist.  He motioned to Jamie to come over to his side of the table.  
Jamie got up stiffly and moved a few feet closer to Bill's side of the 
table.  The old guy was flogging one very large angry penis.  That damn 
thing had to be nine inches long and three around.  It was a colossus, 
far larger than Jamie's own.  It didn't stick straight up.  It tended to 
go horizontal whenever the big guy let loose of it, but damn it was big.  
His wife, Ev, crawled over to him.  Jamie again had a free visual of her 
butt as she went to him.  He could see her tiny brown anus and the larger 
vertical slit of her vagina.  Her pussy gaped open showing a multitude of 
reds and wet pinks.  She stopped when she got near her husband and rose 
up onto her knees.  Bill jumped out of his chair and stood against her, 
flogging himself raggedly.  He was grunting and red in the face.  With a 
groan, he squirted cum onto his wife's neck and collarbones.  Just a few 
tiny squirts, the rest oozed out and fell onto her.  Evelyn moaned and 
held herself close to her man while he shot his load onto her.  He was 
done soon enough and Ev grabbed his member and sucked it into her mouth 
for a cleaning while Bill stood there recovering.  He finally opened his 
eyes and winked at Jamie.  

"Your newer firetruck pumps more water than my old one does, but I got a 
bigger pump eh, Jamie?" Bill laughed.  Jamie nodded.  "It don't mean 
nothing, son.  I got "augmented" several years ago.  They added about two 
inches in length and put a plastic sleeve or something in to make me 
wider.  If you ever get a chance, I'd recommend that operation.  It's 
good for the male ego."  He laughed again in a friendly fashion before 
dropping his robe.  Ev pulled off him and stood up gingerly.  Now that 
the activities were over, she seemed nervous about standing there naked.  
She went straight for her own robe and put it on.  Once covered, she 
flashed Jamie her beautiful smile.  Jamie absolutely loved the woman.  He 
suddenly remembered he was still naked and he made his way over to his 
side of the table and started to dress.  He held his stained underpants 
in one hand, wondering if he should put them back on or just fold them up 
and put them in his pocket.  Evelyn came over and touched him on the 
shoulder.  He started, and looked around wildly.  

"I wouldn't mind trading if you wouldn't.  A souvenir, if you know what I 
mean," Evelyn stated quietly.  She held the black pair of panties she had 
originally worn.  Jamie held his damp, stained underwear in his hands.  
He decided the trade would be a good one and handed his underwear over.  
Ev gave him her underwear with one of her sweet little smiles.  "I was 
pretty wet, thinking about what was going to happen.  They might be a 
little musky," she whispered shyly.  

Jamie stared, before he remembered his manners.  "I hope that they are, 
Mrs. Summers."

"Evelyn."

"Evelyn," Jamie croaked.  He loved everything about her.  She walked off 
to the bedroom.  Jamie's eyes followed her with adoration every step of 
the way.  Then he got dressed with a sigh.  The pants without any 
underwear.  Her panties folded and tucked inside his back pocket. He 
couldn't wait to pull them out later and smell them.  Shirt, socks, 
shoes, jacket and then he was reassembled; the perfect young roomie.  

Bill Summers surveyed him.  "You got a different look about you, boy.  
You're starting to look like a man."

"Yes, sir.  That was really something."

"You're exactly right, son.  It really was something," Bill agreed 
amiably.  

Jamie gathered up the dishes and stemware and placed them on his cart and 
got ready to leave.  He didn't know if he should make his exit now or 
wait until Evelyn came out of the bedroom.  When he heard the shower in 
the bathroom start, he knew, regrettably, that it was time to leave.  

"Mr. Summers, I'd like to thank you and Evelyn for a wonderful reward.  
It was...valuable.  Thanks," Jamie blurted, uncertain how such things 
should be said.  

"I didn't expect the missus to be around when you left, so I'll speak for 
the both of us," Bill Summers said back at his original position at the 
desk.  "You and Evelyn got along great together.  I think you made her 
feel sexy and desirable again.  And I think she gave you something you'll 
remember for awhile.  So everyone's even.  We wish you the best.  You 
don't want any money--a monetary reward--do you, Jamie?" Bill said slyly.  
Jamie was horrified.  

"Oh no, sir."

"Why not, Jamie?"

"I...because I already got paid.  In the best way.  Under the table."  
And thrilled from having delivered his best line of the day, Jamie Stairs 
retired from the field. 

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The End of Under the Table, by Shakespeare_I._Aint
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