With final exams out of the way, Vince excitedly threw his clothes in a suitcase and gave a last look at his dorm room to make sure he had everything he would need for two weeks. Part of the reason for his excitement was that he would be leaving the blowing snow and cold of Minnesota for the warmer climes of Arizona. His parents and sibs were already there at his grandparents, and he would be the last to arrive.
Even though he was drained from all-nighters and exams, he found new energy as his Uber neared the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport where he would soon be boarding a flight for relaxation and sunshine by the pool. He had checked out the weather and Phoenix promised unseasonably warm temps for most of his stay with highs in the mid-seventies.
His grandparents lived in a high-priced gated and guarded development. Their three-bedroom spacious condo was first class and filled with amenities. Even with his parents and two sisters, there was plenty of room for him. He would likely get his usual spot on the couch in the den, but compared to a cramped dorm room, it would be luxurious. His sisters could share the spare bedroom with twin beds and Mom and Dad would get the queen guest bedroom. Besides, most of his time would be by the pool sucking on a cold beer disguised as water in an insulated bottle.
He’d done this before, but he was especially looking forward to this year. His sisters were older now and fun to be around. He wouldn't have to babysit them as he sometimes did in the past. And as a senior in college about to receive a degree in marketing, he was feeling extra excitement to be on the verge of independence. He had already accepted a job offer with a decent salary for a large California company with offices in Los Angeles and Phoenix. Life was good.
His wait at the airport gate passed quickly as he sent out email greetings and explored social media while stealthily people-watching. An attractive middle-aged woman seated across from him caught his eye with her prominent breasts straining the fabric of her top. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined as well.
When he finally boarded, he discovered his seat was unfortunately between two elementary-aged boys, but their mother asked if he minded trading seats with her so she could sit with her sons.
"It's another middle seat, I'm afraid, but it is closer to the front."
"Sure, no worries. I'm happy to help."
He grabbed his computer case and found his new seat several rows in front. A young lady was in the aisle seat and the same middle-aged woman with nice breasts sat next to the window. After the customary apologies, He squeezed into the middle seat. His solid, six-foot frame caused a bit of rearranging on the part of his two companions in his row, but soon they were all seat-belted and as comfortable as could be expected.
Both ladies were attractive at first glance, but the older woman by the window was stunning now that he could see her up close. She was dressed beautifully in a skirt that showed a pair of slim, nicely shaped legs and expensive high heels. Her low-cut blouse exposed a tempting slice of cleavage now visible from his new angle, and he could see just enough of her lacy bra to be tantalized even more. She had put her jacket back on but left it open so her nipples were unfortunately no longer visible.
He tried not to be too obvious with his side glances, but she was attractive and visibly more fun than a couple of cantankerous boys. The young lady on the aisle seat was cute but dressed more like a teenager in comfortable traveling clothes. She asked if he would be more comfortable in the aisle seat, but he deferred. Sitting in the middle next to a perfumed and stacked, middle-aged woman would make the the trip fly by, literally and figuratively. And Vince had a thing for women who were older than he. He had lost his virginity to a neighbor lady when he was sixteen and that event had tilted the dice toward more mature women in his view. His subsequent affair with her convinced him that experience trumped youth.
He opened his laptop to divert his attention for the time being and hide the swelling that was taking place in his dockers as he briefly fantasized about the lady in the window seat. Vince was a typically horny twenty-one-year-old, and her fragrance alone was enough to create graphic thoughts in his reptilian brain.
"Sorry if I'm crowding you," he offered.
"Oh, no worries. You're fine." She smiled with perfect, white teeth made only more attractive by the dark red lipstick she was wearing.
"Heading home for Christmas?"
"Sort of–I'm meeting my family at our grandparents in Phoenix. I just got done with finals and I'm looking forward to some sun and fun there. How 'bout you?"
"Phoenix is home for me. Returning from a business trip to Minneapolis. Glad to be returning to the Valley of the Sun and relaxing by the pool instead of wearing a parka."
The two shared small talk through the obligatory flight attendant instructions and when Vince asked what part of the city she lived in, it turned out to be the same as him. Even more amazing was that she lived in the same development as his grandparents and even in the same building. They both laughed at the coincidence.
During the flight, they traded names and during their small talk, he discovered that she was recently divorced. She had her own business, a small chain of high-end lingerie shops in the Phoenix area, and had been in Minnesota on a buying trip. They seemed to hit it off and Vince even thought she was flirting with him a bit. When she discovered that he was a marketing major at a good college, she perked up.
"I have some ideas about my business I should run by you. Vince. You might have some fresh perspectives about my company."
"Well, I can't say I'm an expert regarding lingerie, but business is business. I'd love to hear your ideas. I do love lingerie, but not because I wear it, in case you are wondering. I'm not a closet dresser–at least not at this time." He winked at her.
"Hmmm, I bet you'd look good in a teddy. You should swing by one of my shops and I'll set you up. You look to be a large." Sharon giggled and winked back at him.
Once the plane reached cruising altitude and the attendants brought the service cart around, Vince and Sharon were already laughing and joking as they leaned into one another. The young lady on his left occasionally joined in the conversation, but she ended up watching a movie with headphones and kept to herself for most of the flight. Sharon bought the first round, and Vince insisted on buying the next one. At one point, they both dozed off and when he awoke her head was leaning on his shoulder. By the time the plane descended into Phoenix, Vince was feeling no pain.
When they landed and everyone started gathering their items and taking their phones out of airplane mode, Sharon asked if he needed a ride to the condo.
"Oh, no troubles. Thanks. I can catch an Uber. No problem."
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm going to the same place and my car is at the airport. I'd be happy to give you a ride."
That phrasing wasn't lost on Vince, and he was tempted to say something about that being his favorite position. But he decided that would be a little too risque at this point.
They both had carry ons, so they headed directly to the parking garage and her car. The weather was a godsend after blustery Minneapolis, and they both removed their jackets in the warm sun. Vince tried not to stare, but her fleshy ass nicely filled out her tight skirt and her breasts bobbled with each step in those four-inch heels. He guessed she was in her early forties, but regardless, she was a babe by his standards. He was pinching himself even though he realized this was too good to last. But his brain was already scheming as it found a home at the end of his cock. And then an opportunity presented itself.
They found her car–a late model Mercedes and hopped in. Once we were on the road and Sharon could talk more freely without traffic distractions, she smiled and asked, "So how is it in college these days...lots of sex, drugs, and rock and roll? Wait, you're too young for rock and roll. You probably listen to more recent stuff. I'm out of it and stuck in the seventies."
"I wish I had time for that stuff. ! I've been pretty much nose to the grindstone lately. Grades have been the priority, unfortunately. Sex–not so much. Drugs–not at all unless you count lots of coffee as a drug. But I do listen to rock and roll in my earbuds when I'm working out. I've got to do something to keep in shape so the gym is my only comfort when I'm not studying. I feel like a celibate priest these days. I'm looking forward to soaking up the sun, beer, and whatever life brings me."
"That sounds like the story of my life. Since the divorce, I've become an untouchable. Wine is my only solace these days and that's after long hours trying to find responsible help in the stores. Good saleswomen don't come cheaply."
"So how about this? Let's get together and talk about your business. We can do some relaxing at the same time. Here's my cell number. I'd love to hear about the lingerie business and get an insider's view. And you can fit me for that teddy."
"It's a deal. And by the way, the condo here has a nice gym, not to mention a great pool, hot tub, and sauna. All the creature comforts. But tell you what, why don't you get settled in and give me a call, and maybe we can have dinner at my place. Very informal. Maybe just pizza or something. I've got lots of beer and wine as well."
"I'd love that. I'll be in touch."
They arrived at the development under the auspices of a glorious Arizona sunset. After exchanging all the pertinent information, Vince headed off to his grandparents' spacious apartment and endured all the official hugs and kisses. Everyone was there and a bit disappointed when he said he was meeting someone for a casual dinner.
Dad and Grandad gave him knowing glances, but he assured everyone that this was just a friendly gathering, although it might have some future business consequences on down the road. He did not reveal that his friend owned several lingerie stores and was a middle-aged, attractive prospect.
He hopped in the shower, and when he came out, his mother gave him a knowing nod.
"Must be a good friend if you are showering and even using cologne, Vince. Don't stay out too late, Honey. We need to catch up and hear about school."
Sharon's condo was on the Fifteenth floor of the high-rise unit. Vince pressed the buzzer and heard the muffled padding of bare feet on the tile and then, after a second or two for peephole viewing, the huge eight-foot door opened. Sharon was dressed down for the occasion, as promised. Her flaming red hair was in a ponytail and the expensive skirt was replaced by a pair of nylon shorts. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a logo emblazoned across the front, "Yes, they're real and they're spectacular." She had a Santa hat perched on her head in the spirit of the season.
"I'm a Seinfeld fan as well. Teri Hatcher–right? But you've got her beat, hands down. And nice hat as well."
"The hat is just for you. Ho, ho, ho! One of the girls in the shop bought this T-shirt for me as a joke, but as they say, 'If you've got it, flaunt it.'" Sharon noticed a swelling in Vince's chinos and smiled. Her tight T was having the desired effect. She had been attracted to Vince when she first set eyes on him in the airport lounge, and the subsequent airplane flight had only enhanced that attraction: he was not only cute and "hunky," but smart and funny.
"No arguments from me! Just don't let it bother you if I keep rereading it. I have a terrible mammary memory."
"I'm used to stares. Boobs do that to guys but I don't take offense. I call them "boy magnets."
"Well, models with big boobs make the products they advertise even more desirable to men. I imagine that would hold for lingerie as well, as long as it is tastefully done."
"The secret to success in my business is to offer naughtiness that also hides deficiencies. Lingerie should be tantalizing with being blatant. Crotchless panties are the stuff of porn mags, but lingerie that hints at what is underneath is what sells. Not everyone who buys it has the body of a high-priced model. But we can talk details later. Would you like a beer or some wine?"
"Whatever you are drinking is fine by me."
Sharon led Vince into the den, an open area off the kitchen, and poured two crystal glasses with an expensive Pinot Noir.
"I'm so happy we ran into each other today. Here's to new friendships. Oh, by the way, I made homemade pizza. I hope that's okay. I'm fussy about cooking. I think you'll like it. And I never get to cook for anyone these days, let alone a handsome college student."
"I'm not fussy about eating, so no worries. I'm used to dorm food. Cheers."
So for the next hour, the two shared stories about work and school as they ate Sharon's delicious pizza and finished off one bottle and then opened another. In short order, they were next to one another on a love seat in the living room and Sharon was showing Vince a catalog of her stores' products. The lingerie was tastefully portrayed, and then Sharon asked if he wanted to see the X-rated line.
"We're not exactly a Fredericks of Hollywood, but we do have items for those who want to show a little more flesh." She opened a thin glossy catalog she retrieved from under a stack of magazines. Most of the models were slinky and sexy, not to mention large-busted. The products included garter belts, bras with holes where the nipples reside, and sheer robes that hid nothing and excited the imagination.