Glamour Shots, Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 10

... and Michael, and Keri and her husband, Don. Keri is our receptionist and office manager, a supremely confident and competent young lady of twenty-six – close to Alli’s age – and is an attractive blue-eyed, five-foot six blond with a fine, slender figure. Don, her husband, is thirty, dark-haired, and closer to six feet, and is one of those formerly very athletic guys that are starting to soften a bit around the middle. He drives a truck, so he spends a lot of time sitting on his ass, and probably eats a lot of fast food. Keri and Don split off first, heading toward the back hall off Charlie’s living room, leaving just the four of us. Marci looked from Allison to me, but addressed her question to Alli. “Are you two hanging around for the hot tub part of the evening?” She looked about as skeptical as I felt. At the same moment, Alli said, “Yes, I think so” and I said “Probably not.” We looked at each other, and I shook my head as she said, “Oh come on! It will be fun – you’ll see!” Marci chimed in. “Yeah, boss, I think you should do it! I promise I’ll show you my boobs!” Alli and I both laughed, a little bit surprised, but, given that this was Marci we were talking to, not terribly much so. I looked at her. “You know, Marce, considering that you’ll be bare nekkid in a hot tub, that part is kind of a given, isn’t it?” She giggled. “Oh yeah! Okay then, you can show me yours!” “My boobs are nothing special. Now Allison, she’s the one with the great boobs.” Marci shook her head. ...

... “Not what I meant, and you know it – but yes, I’d have to agree that your wife has a very nice rack.” I looked back and forth between them, surprised, but Alli quickly clued me in. “I showed her the pictures while you were off making nice with everyone else.” To my immediate consternation, Michael also entered a vote. “Yessir, those are some good looking titties! I mean, I love me a great big set…” he indicated Marci by hooking his thumb toward her “but those boobies your wife’s got are some fine looking examples of the breed too – not to overlook that cute little ass!” He whistled. “Wait a second! You saw the pictures?” I turned to Alli, “I thought you were just going to show them to ‘the girls’.” I said the last part rather sarcastically, quoting her own words back to her. Michael immediately looked chagrined. “Uh-oh. Hope I didn’t get you in trouble!” Allison shook her head. “No, it’s all right – I just didn’t get a chance to tell you yet, Davey.” She also looked very embarrassed; I’m sure she was blushing brilliantly, but thanks to her cat makeup that part was not apparent. Her eyes darting around before going to the floor more or less told the same story, though. She went on. “I was just showing them to Marci and Elaine, kind of off in the corner, and then Keri wanted to see what we were looking at, and then Irene showed up – and since she’s the balls and you can’t split up the set, Oscar, the penis, had to come with her I guess, so…” Her voice trailed off and she looked at ...