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Archive-name: Couples/mandy.txt


Archive-title: Teasers

	I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the

restaurant yesterday.  First of all, she wasn't late like she

usually is.  In fact, she was there ahead of me, and had already

been seated.  I liked the booth she'd selected.  Mandy always picks

the booth that pleases her.  It's part of the privilege of eating

out, she claims.

	At any rate, this booth was at the very back of the

restaurant.  Immediately on the booth's left was a huge window

overlooking a park.  The window was at the very edge of our table,

so we had an excellent view of the rose gardens and any joggers who

happened by.

	I noticed immediately that Mandy sat facing the rear wall of

the eatery, another thing odd about her behavior today.  I didn't

dwell upon this, though, ,and set about scanning the menu for

something to eat.

	I heard something drop onto the floor softly; then, to my

surprise, I felt Mandy's stockinged foot slide along my inner thigh

until it encountered the bulge of my cock.  I looked at her

sharply, but she merely smiled and studied her own menu.  Her toes

nudged at my cock, disconcerting me further.  Try as I might I

could not concentrate upon the menu.

	The waiter came, a young Hispanic kid of twenty, and asked

whether we were ready to place our order.

	"Yes," Mandy said, and chose shrimp and a small steak.  The

waiter nodded, scribbling, and eyed Mandy's breasts openly.  I was

used to this.  Mandy had the kind of tits that even women admired. 

She did nothing to conceal them, and dressed to emphasize them.

	My eyes, too, dropped to her blouse-covered tits as the waiter

eyed them.  Mandy was still toeing my cock under the table when the

waiter remembered my presence and thought to ask what I wanted to

eat.  Unable to think, I simply said I'd have what Mandy was


	He nodded and left.  I tried to look out the window, but Mandy

lifted the scooped neckline of her blouse and fanned herself as if

warm.  I had to look back at her, for I knew she was doing this to

capture my attention.

	To my amazement, she opened her blouse, unbuttoning it all the

way, and drew it off her shoulders.  I stared at her tits, not

believing what I was seeing.  She never wore a bra, and today was

no exception.  As I watched her, her fingers caressed her velvety

skin, stroking her nipples into hardness.  In the sunshine that

filtered in through the window, her tits looked truly glorious. 

They were perfectly molded and, although very full, they tilted

upward naturally.

	Mandy's fingertips continued to caress her golden mounds.  It

was obvious to me that she loved her breasts, perhaps even more

than anyone else did.  She rolled each round nipple between her

fingertips and plucked at them a little. She nudged the nipples

back and forth, then each hand slid beneath her breasts and rubbed

upward over the mounds.

	She did all this without looking at me.  She gazed out the

large window, her thoughts seemingly far away.  She knew I watched

her hands in fascination, for a small smile played across her pink

lips.  Her toes still danced about my hard cock, and I wondered

just how I was going to find relief.

	I reached out to her breasts, unable to restrain myself, but

she cocked her head suddenly, as if hearing something, and smoothly

closed her blouse.  She buttoned it, but not completely, stopping

when the waiter appeared.  As delicious as it looked, I was

disappointed at the food's arrival.

	Again, the waiter eyed Mandy's breasts, and paused momentarily

when he discovered her blouse was partially unbuttoned.  From my

angle, I was not certain just what the waiter could see.  But, from

the look on his face, alook of open lust, I was certain he saw the

side view of one complete, perfectly uptilted breast.  She lifted

her fork and turned her face to the waiter, smiling at him


	"Thank you," she breathed.

	"Thank YOU," he answered quickly and, taking one final look,

left the table.  I noticed he headed for the john.  I didn't bother

to contemplate what he would be doing for the next few minutes.

	Mandy, in the meantime, allowed her blouse to fall open again,

just enough to expose one full breast.  Its brown nipple pouted at

me as I tried to eat.  As Mandy continued to toe my cock, I found

eating nearly impossible.

	Mandy finished her meal quickly, and a waitress brought her

the doggy bag she requested.  Mandy deftly packed my uneaten food

away.  After slipping on her sandals and checking her blouse, she

led me to the cashier anf then out the door.

	Our former waiter appeared at the lavatory door just then. 

I noticed his flushed face as he forlornly watched Mandy lead me

from the restaurant.  Once we were in the car, I started the

ignition, and almost ran into a wall when I saw Mandy lift herself

from the seat, raise her skirt, and slide down her flimsey red


	"What are you doing?" I gasped in astonishment.

	"They are a little binding," Mandy purred, kicking the tiny

garment away with her foot.  She did not lower her skirt, and

leaned back comfortably, allowing her knees to fall open.  Taking

a deep breath, I pulled the car form the parking lot.  I avoided

driving next to buses and trucks, knowing that their passengers

would get a complete view of Mandy's blond pussy mound and

delectably protruding labia.

	I noticed how her painted nails combed through the soft curls

of her pussy hair, but when I reached over to stroke the silky hair

with my fingers, her hands pushed mine away gently.

	"Concentrate on your driving, George," she chided me, then

dipped her own fingertips intop her pussy's wet slit and brought

up a clear strand of her musky sex juice.  I rubbed my cock at this

sight, trying to ease the tension.

	She smeared the juice over her labia, and stroked the intimate

skin rapidly.  My breath quickened as hers did and, as I drove,

managed to watch her masturbate herself to a climax.  I could

barely stand this, and drove as quickly as possible to our home. 

I pulled the car in to the garage, then reached over Mandy to push

open her door.  As I started to get out, her fingers plucked at me.

	I turned back, impatient to reach our bedroom.  Thoughts of

bedrooms dissolved completely.  Mandy sat sideways upon the seat,

her legs dangling out of the car.  Her skirt was completely raised

up high, and she was bent over as if trying to find something she

had dropped onto the garage floor.  Her lean ass was completely

naked and spread wide, waiting to receive me.  I used my hands to

arch her up a little, then plunged my throbbing cock into her rear


	"You shouldn't tease me like that," I grunted, as I thrust.

	She merely laughed at me between two panted moans, and pressed

her ass higher and closer to my belly, knowing my cock would never

hold a grudge against her.



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