The Horse Farm - Chapter 2-20

"How was your day?" Louise asked as Walter walked in through the kitchen door. She didn't look up from the vegetables that she was slicing.

"It was fine," he replied. "Busy."

Louise created an opportunity to catch Walter in a lie. "Oh, no! I hope you didn't have to skip lunch."

"No, I managed to squeeze it in."

"Go anyplace nice?"

"A Vietnamese place downtown. Les Fleurs d'Indochine."

"Is that the one in the fancy hotel?"

Walter wondered how Louise knew about the restaurant given that it had opened only recently. He instinctively became more guarded in his answers. "Yeah, that's the one."
"What made you pick that place?" 

"It got a good review in the paper. One of my colleagues mentioned it."

"Anyone I know?"

"Susan from the design team."

"Susan from the design team," Louise repeated with faux interest in her voice. "Is that the Susan who likes to wear hot pants?"

"I have no idea."

"Oh, come on! You've seen her in hot pants...at the picnic, remember?"

"I don't remember that."

"That's bullshit."

"I don't remember," Walter insisted. "Apparently, it made a bigger impression on you."
"She followed you around like a puppy, Walter!"

"I think you're imagining things."

"I'm not imagining anything," Louise argued. "Susan from the design team has designs on YOU!"

"Wow! That's funny!" he snapped. "Can I use that one the next time I have to entertain some fourth-graders?"
"You just don't want to admit that she's into you."

"She's not into me," Walter argued. "But tomorrow I'm having lunch with Roger and Tariq. I thought we might go upstairs afterward and cap off the afternoon with a gay orgy."

"Don't be an ass!"

"Well, I'm taking my ass into the bedroom. I have work to do."

--

Jo was beaming as she and Steve walked into the mall through one of the smaller side entrances. She was wearing a pink floral print blouse, low, open-heeled shoes, and black Capri pants with little zippers at the bottom of each leg.

"Thanks for coming shopping with me!"

"I like to go shopping with you!" he said. "I'm just sorry that it's so late. The place going to close down in about half an hour."

Steve had a round, boyish face with a few light freckles on his nose and upper cheeks. His brown hair was cropped in a modern version of the crew cut, short in the back but a longer in front where it stood up on end. He wore a brown suit and a blue dress shirt with a red and blue rep tie.

"It's okay," Jo assured him. "I like to shop when it's quiet."

They made their way past a dozen small shops. Some of the sales staff were pulling display items back into their stores for the night. 

Jo and Steve entered the department store at the end of the wing and navigated up an escalator to one of the ladies' casual sections. The saleswoman for the section was folding clothes and placing them on racks. There were no customers in the immediate area.

"This is the sweater that I like," Jo said holding up a sample. "It comes in blue, pink, forest green, and white with red trim. I want you to tell me which one you like the best."

Jo took samples into the dressing room and emerged a few seconds later wearing the blue one.

"I like it!" Steve said enthusiastically.

"Great!" Jo exclaimed. "Here, come in and I'll show you the rest."

"I can't..."

"There's nobody here," Jo insisted. "Come on, it'll be faster."

Jo took Steve by the hand and led him into one of the changing stalls. She slipped out of the blue sweater exposing a purple demi bra with white trim. Her torso was lean and toned from her fanatical devotion to Pilates and yoga classes.

"Yeah! I like that, too!" Steve announced with enthusiasm.

"Oh, do you?" Jo asked playfully. She kissed him and he took her in his arms.

"I don't think I should be in here," he said as their lips remained connected.

"Probably not." She reached down and undid the zipper of his trousers.

"Jo, what are you doing?" He let out a panicked chuckle.

"I'm doing YOU." 

"We're gonna get caught!" he protested.

"Maybe!"

Jo dropped to her knees, exposed his body, and began to fellate him aggressively. Holding him in one hand, she used the palm of the other to stroke the inside of his thighs and up onto his bottom.

"Jo!" He gasped. He glanced downward and felt the urge to run his fingers through her soft curls. The demi bra accentuated her cleavage. He gasped and looked up toward the ceiling.

"Shoppers, the store will be closing in fifteen minutes," came the announcement over the public address speakers. "Please bring all final purchases to the register at this time."

"Jo, we've gotta go," begged Steve, now straining just to be able to stand.

She increased the intensity of her attack and teased him with rapid tongue movements. He couldn't take it anymore and let out a series of gasps while trying to muffle their sound. She stayed with him, connected and still working through a long series of convulsions. She savored the taste of every drop.

When he had finished, she stood and looked him in the eyes with a playful grin. 

"That was amazing!" he gasped as he pulled an handkerchief from his pocket and dried himself off. "What can I do for you?"

"You can kiss me."

They embraced again. He held her tenderly and reached his tongue deeply and passionately into her mouth. She gasped and nearly collapsed into his embrace. It had been a long time since she had felt that kind of intimacy and total acceptance with someone. She hadn't felt like this since she and her high school boyfriend, Tim experienced their first innocent lovemaking adventures. Her luck with men had been downhill ever since. Until now.

Jo slipped back into the floral blouse. She tossed her hair quickly as she glanced into the mirror. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," he whispered.

They emerged from the changing area and walked toward the register with the sweaters.

"Did you find everything that you were looking for?" asked the sales lady. She flashed a pleasant smile.

"Yes," said Jo. "He likes the blue one."

    

  

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