A Bachelorette's Diversion

A Bachelorette's Diversion

This is a continuation of a story called "A Lunch Flirt" which you may want to read to get some of the background.

I stayed in contact with Lisa periodically. When she called me on the phone one morning, she took me by surprise since we had not spoken for about six months. A few suggestive texts were about all I'd gotten from her.

I am an associate principal of a school, and Lisa had been a diagnostician who worked at my school at times with some of our students. We had developed a friendship and started taking lunches together, even though she was living with a man a good bit older than her. These lunches led to Lisa wanting to take the sexual edge off our relationship so that we could get our work done.

Lisa, a short haired blonde with intoxicating green eyes and full luscious lips, and the warmest inviting personality, was thin but with a stunning full breasted figure I'd ever had the opportunity to be around. I was often distracted when I was with her, and she was right, despite efforts, the sexual edge remained.

As we got closer, rumors started, mainly about Lisa. Though she always dressed professionally, her skirts were just a bit too short, and our school's strict bras required policy, was one I had no interest in enforcing with her. Whispers about her being a slut did not just come from jealous frumpy women. I could not say much when I heard the comments, since I'd had those thoughts myself, seeing her tight tops covering clearly braless charms. Her low sultry, slutty voice added to the picture.

Near the end of the school year, however, her older boyfriend suspected what was going on and she agreed to leave our district and move in with him in another town. In the subsequent two years, we did have a few more visits, when I could get to her town, or if she came up alone to see her mother. But again, her now fiancé found some texts between us and found out that I would be in town for a date with her. She had to cancel just 30 minutes before we were to meet. She was very apologetic but said it was probably time to stop.

Six months went by without seeing her, when I got that call. I'd started dating a woman that was fun, but physically not in Lisa's league. Lisa told me that she would be in town to see some friends and to see her mother, but wanted to know if there was any chance I might have Friday night free.

I assured Lisa that I would make sure I was free for her then.

She wouldn't tell me why but told me that we would talk about it when she came to my house.

Lisa said she had dinner plans with several of her girlfriends, but after it was over, she would come by the house, about 9:00. She said that she could not get out of the dinner as they were throwing the dinner for her, but that I would be her treat for going through with it.

Lisa rang my doorbell just before 9:00. I opened the door, slack jawed, taking her in. I felt the same awe as at our very first meeting in my office. She had on a green deep V-neck tee, so tight on her, and yet without a bra, her breasts trembled with every movement of her body. She liked to wear green to match her hypnotic eyes, believing incorrectly that her eyes were one of the first things people noticed. I saw her full lips and again thought of them wrapped around me, like I'd imagined at our first meeting, and was fortunate enough to have realized with our lunch dates. Lisa greeted me with one of her snug hugs, pressing those massive tits against me. I still had dreams about those tits wrapped around me, and my current girlfriend was not so capable or endowed or inclined.

Lisa asked for a drink and wanted to talk a bit. She isn't much of a drinker, but does like her margaritas, and I made it strong for her. We sat together on the couch, and I caressed her shoulders and neck as she talked.

"Bert, it's really happening. I am getting married next weekend. I came up for a 'bachelorette dinner' instead of a bachelorette party with strippers and all that goes with it. This is my second marriage after all, so I didn't want to do all that with them."

"So, you felt that you needed to tell me in person? After six months of ghosting me?"

Lisa leaned to me to hug me. "I missed you more than you know. Yes, I had to tell you in person. And..." she trailed off, thinking for a moment. "And well, since you're free tonight, maybe you can be my bachelorette party?"

"You want me to dance and strip for you?"

Lisa laughed, saying, "would you? That would be such a nice gift!"

We both laughed but there was a melancholy edge. Lisa looked at me, serious, and asked "are you ok Bert? I didn't want to upset you. I do value our time together more than you know. And think of it. Often."

"Yeah, I guess. I think about it too. I know he's a lucky man. And I'm lucky too, since you had some occasional need for someone closer to your age."

"Am I asking too much? I'll miss this so much. I already do."

"Miss this? A margarita? I'm sure they'll have others out there somewhere!" She laughed but took my hand and pressed it to her chest.

"I think I can find another margarita. And it's not just the talks we always had, which tended to go off track from work only in one direction." She had my palm on her firm breast at that point. Her nipple was already hard, even though I was starting to sweat.

"Maybe you should dance for me. And strip" I helpfully suggested.

Lisa laughed and rolled to me. "I do need you to strip me, yes."

I leaned in to kiss Lisa, and was met with the hungriest, most passionate kiss I'd had since I last saw her. She pressed hard to me and put my hand under her blouse. I pulled back to look, and to lift her blouse from her. She stopped me just before I'd lifted as far as the nipples. "Bert, you're always so incredibly hard for me. You've always been so good for my ego." Then her eyes opened wide. "Wait! You're MY stripper! Stand and strip for me!" Her laugh was wanton.

I was not prepared for this but did my best to stand in front of her gyrating, seeing her take in my body. I tossed her my shirt and she gave me a smile and said "oh yeah, stud! Show me what you got!"

I stepped closer to her moving my hips near her face, and she held my butt and smiled, looking where my cock stirred and ran down the leg of my pants. I watched her go ahead and pull her top off, then return to me, unfastening my pants and zipper, and pushing my pants down. I stepped out of them and Lisa pressed her cheek to my hardness covered only by my suddenly quite tight briefs.

She tugged my briefs down and ran her face and mouth all around my cock. She was no longer concerned with my briefs, but I had to get them off and stepped back to remove them. Lisa pulled me back, lay back in her chair and took my cock in her hand and stroked me against her breasts.

She looked up at me, but I watched her hand and tits on my cock. She said, "the first time I met you, the way you looked at me, and how your body reacted to me was such a surprise." Her voice was so sultry, so slutty. "At first, I tried to stay away from you as much as I could. I didn't trust myself with you. But it did not take long before my time with you was the reason I would come to work."

"You got to be such a slut." I couldn't believe I said it. I'd thought it, sure, but didn't say it out loud. Behind her back or to her face.

Lisa tensed and looked at me. "Am I?"

Before I could answer, I saw her take me in her mouth and moan while she and I both had a hold on one of her huge tits. She took me deeper and deeper between those full lips while I pinched her nipple. She squirmed in pain and pleasure.

Suddenly she stopped. "What?" I asked, needing her to continue.

"There's something I've been wanting to do with you," Lisa said with a smile, and got up from under me, and trotted to my kitchen as I watched those tits swing from side to side. I heard the refrigerator open and then close and had no clue what she was up to. I'd sat down on the couch to watch her as she returned.

She had a devilish grin with those thick lips and lowered herself to her knees, holding her hands behind her. Lisa whispered with a guttural voice, "I dream of your horse cock in my mouth and on my tits so so much." She paused, smiled and said, "I think you might enjoy this too." She put something in her mouth and ran her massive tits along my cock until her face was rubbing against me.

She opened her mouth and took me in. Immediately I felt the cold sensation on my erection. Instead of getting soft, her icy tongue seemed to make me grow bigger. I cried out and she let me slip from her lips. "You like?" I could do no more than moan in agreement.

She continued a bit, and it was incredible. But soon we were both overcome with the lust to enjoy our long-delayed tryst. As she used her breasts, face and mouth on me I got closer and closer. She sensed it and milked me with her hands and chest.

"Oh God, it's been too long," I cried. "I'm there."

"Come on baby, come on me," she begged. I could hold out no longer.

The vision, the feel was too much to hold back, and I exploded on her face and tits. She smiled as she saw gobs of my spunk cascade on her.

Her lips, still damp from me, but not as covered as where she rubbed me into her tits, kissed me. Her left index finger teased my nipple. She whispered, "Just like old times. I've missed you!"

I whispered to her, "You do taste good. But every time seems better than I remember. I love these times. And you're beautiful always. But never more than you are now."

She looked to my eyes, and my cum glistening on her tits revealed more sensuality in a woman than I'd ever known. She smiled and sat up on her elbow. "But this is my bachelorette party! Let's go out for a drink!"

I looked at her thinking that I never wanted to lose the vision before me. Lisa was so full of life I could not resist, but I did question her. "Are you sure? This is so close to heaven."

She didn't answer, just said "c'mon. I want a drink with my stripper from my bachelorette party!" She bent and picked up my boxers and smelled them, smiled and threw them to me. "I hope you don't mind," she added, "but I'm not going to clean up. I just want to go. With you."

How could I mind? I reluctantly dressed, and certainly was no longer hard after that orgasm, making it marginally easier to pull on my pants. I watched her, hoping against hope that this would not be the last time I saw and last time I enjoyed her incredible body. I'd forgotten my girlfriend completely, and if we'd run into her, I would have shrugged my shoulders. But we didn't.

Lisa wanted something close, and there was one quiet, dark bar with a piano played by a crooning woman singing soft. I'd never been there, and Lisa seemed to think this was nice. We sat, ordered margaritas and started to talk.

She finally said that it did seem like the sort of place her older boyfriend might like, but she was glad to experience it with me.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked, hoping she might change her mind.

"What? Having a drink with my stripper? Of course I want!"

"No Lisa. Getting married. I can't imagine thinking we'll never--" and my voice trailed off.

"Now do not get morose Bert! We are celebrating tonight. No one knows what happens tomorrow. But we are celebrating my new life, and most importantly, one of the best parts of my old life." Lisa smiled at me and kissed me. My eyes finally adjusted to the dark club, and I looked around and noticed that there were only about 10 people in the bar, and only one other woman besides the piano player and server. The eyes of the other men of course were focused on Lisa. They weren't staring, but they were aware of her. They couldn't know what I knew, that she was wearing my cum on the tits that they were all observing.

Our talk was light and familiar and fun. It seemed like old times with a friend, who happened to be a former co-worker.

The woman at the piano began to play a familiar song, and Lisa said, "c'mon, dance with me, stripper!" I looked at her questioningly, as no one else in the place was doing anything but nursing a drink. We stood and Lisa pressed her body to me, and we began to slowly sway to the music. Her chin was nestled into my neck, and I could feel her hum and pull me to her, tighter still. My right hand caressed the side of her breast, and she responded to the touch.

The song ended and we returned to our booth, and she leaned to me to kiss me, and I felt her hand on my thigh, inch up until she felt that I was rock hard again. Lisa looked me in the eye with a wicked smile and said, "I love that you're ready for me again! I think maybe it's time to leave. Don't you?" Without hesitation, we got our things and headed back to the car for the drive back to my house.

It was maybe a 3-minute drive home, but Lisa opened my pants and kissed me, saying "Bert I don't think anyone has ever been so hard for me so often." Her hand stroked me, and it was fortunate that my garage was clean enough to park there, closing the door so neighbors didn't see that neither of us had all our clothes on by the time I shut off the car.

We kissed again in the car, but then stumbled into the kitchen, grasping one another, tugging clothes off. There was a trail of clothing leading to my bedroom by the time we got there.

She looked at me and whispered, "You must think I'm awful to beg to be with you four years after I've been living with a man that I'm marrying in a week. You must think I'm a, well," and she stopped.

"A slut." I'd said it out loud again.

That caught her breath. She pressed back to me, my hand pressed to her breast. "I am," she said this time. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, seeing myself with this sensuous woman, admitting to me what she'd never said to anyone else, that she was a slut. I'd never seen myself dominating a woman either, but it seemed natural in the moment.

I saw her, trembling, not upset, but seemingly excited. I thought why not push it. "You know you're such a dirty slut. It was your nickname at our school anyway." She was panting. "Give me those tits, slut!"

Lisa was fingering herself as she felt me roughly grab her left tit. She moaned, "you've wanted me this way for a long time." I pinched her nipple. I wanted to use her, but I wanted to adore her too.

She said, "my but I do love your cock. You're so hard and so soft at the same time. It's so heavy. You crave me."

I pushed her back on the bed and straddled her head, rubbing my cock over her face. "I imagined this when I met you," I told her.

Lisa moaned and rubbed me against her face and lips. I could feel her fingering herself below me.

"I need you, Bert. I need my stripper to have me. It's probably my last chance before I'm an old married woman." I looked at her questioning since we'd never taken things farther than what we'd already done that night. She nodded and I slid down her body.

My cock traced her incredible lips, across her thin neck, and lingered on those tits again. Lisa whispered "take me Bert. I need your horse cock." I made it down to her moist mound and she held my cock and rubbed it against her and slid me in. "Oh Bert, you fill me so." Those were the last meaningful words out of either of our mouths for some time.

We were tender at first, but animal instincts kicked in. She sucked on my nipples, and I reveled in hers. I could taste the remnants of my earlier cum on her stunning tits. Lisa's sounds were guttural and insistent. She pushed me farther into her and cried out.

I rose on my arms to watch her take me in her. The movement of her tits with each thrust was mesmerizing. Lisa's gaze was on my chest and seeing me in her. Her breathing got shallow, and her eyes rolled back in her head, clearly cumming, and I was harder than I could ever remember. I could feel her clutching my cock with the walls of her pussy. "C'mon baby, now, I'm ready for you."

She hugged me to her and whispered, "Fuck your slut, Bert. I'm yours." I came so hard and so deep in Lisa at that moment. She was what I wanted. I hugged her tight after we were both finished. I stayed deep in her. She looked at me and kissed me. Finally, I rolled from her, and she smiled at me. "This is so much better than the bachelorette party they planned for me. You really know how to dance for a girl!"

We laughed, but then it got quiet. "Bert don't get sad. This is the best sendoff I can imagine."

"But I don't think I'll stop thinking I want to be with you again."

"Then just text me or talk to me. I'm starting over again. But what's happened before won't ever change. And you are so important to me."

She looked at her watch and saw that it was now well past midnight and frowned. Lisa said, "I hate to get up and go after that, you stud. I promised my mom that I would be at her house by midnight, so I should go so she isn't too worried."

"I don't want you to go."

"Bert you gotta let your slut leave or we'll all have a problem." We laughed at that, and I watched her as she slowly put her pants on and then shimmied her tits for me one last time before she threw her t-shirt on over them. She bent over and kissed me and said "You know how to show a girl a good time. Thank you."

Thank me?