Randy Mandy

Written by Anonymous / Nov 1, 2006



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 having. 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, a look of open lust. I was certain he saw the side view of one complete, perfectly up tilted breast. She lifted her fork and turned her face to the waiter, smiling at him radiantly. "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 and 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 flimsy red panties. "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 into 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 hole. "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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