The Exotic by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2002. All copies must be of the complete document.

Luv Karen

We all clocked him as we came through the door. Well it wasn't hard, long-sleeved ironed shirt, tie, pressed slacks and gleaming shoes, plus he'd walked across and held the door open for us when we'd arrived. We sat down and talked for a while and waited for him to hit on us but no, nothing happened. I thought we ought to encourage him a little so I turned, so only he could see what I was up to, towards Beth with the boobs and we did our boob routine. I look deep into her eyes, cup her boobs with my hands and run my thumbs over her breasts. It really makes her nipples really stand out. Beth has these amazing mammaries; most North American males just are totally stunned especially when she thinks her fantasy thoughts and goes all flushed on her chest. It was a warm Monday evening so she was wearing a thin top and bra to show herself off to her best advantage.

I should perhaps describe our little hunting band out on the prowl. There was Beth whom I've already mentioned, she was the man bait, Jenny with a degree in psychology who would ask the questions to see if they were suitable, Jan with the tiny pleated skirt and knee socks who kept us all fed and myself wearing my denim skirt that is often mistaken for a pair of shorts. Jan made it for me based on a magazine article pattern, make three skirts from only one yard of material. We didn't quite have a yard in the remnant so she made it a bit lower on the hips. Mom says it’s indecent, but I don't like to offend Jan by not wearing it, besides its terribly effective when out hunting. I’m Anne by the way and my only claim to fame is I had an uncle who died and left me the tiny suburban house that we all live in and an oil field. The house has five bedrooms so the guys share with me, pay the bills, run the vacuum cleaner over the house and pay for my drinks at the bar. Jan thinks we should get a ride-on vacuum cleaner for the house; well we have ride-on mower for the lawns so why not. We’d all been at college when I got the house and we’d been there ever since. The oil field is tiny as they go but one of the neighbours looks after the pump for me and the company just sends me a cheque every now and then.

Anyway practically no reaction to our boob play. I think the guy must be gay and want to give up on him. Jan looks at him and says no his body language is wrong, he's just different. Different? Ok so we have to do the hitting? We get up and walk across to the bar to buy the next round, two on one side and two on the other. The guy doesn't bat an eye-lid, now we know he’s from out of town since our local laws say you must be sat at a table or occupying a stool at the bar to be served. Julie behind the bar knows us so glances round the bar then asks, “Who’s got the money tonight?” She looks shocked when I nod. “OK so what’s your poison Beth?” “White wine.” “Jenny?” “A Blue.” She looked to Jenny’s right at the stranger “And yours?” “I’m not with these young ladies, I’m fine.” Young ladies, and his accent was different, definitely out of town. I liked his voice; it was educated, deep enough to send shivers down my spine. “No wrong answer. This is a bar; people buy drinks at a bar. The bar makes a profit, which pays my wages. This is the first time in a year I’ve seen Anne here spend money in this bar now let’s increase profits a little round here and spend her money. What will you have?” He looked totally out of place and embarrassed. I took pity on him and linked my arm through his. “He’s with us and he’ll have a Blue to go with his eyes.” I looked at him hard in the eye “and remember a gentleman never contradicts a lady.”

He nodded his assent and murmured something about being hoisted by his own petard. I guided him back into the table at the back; they have two bench seats with partitions above so the back table is pretty private. Well we didn’t want anyone else interrupting now did we? Jenny led the way and slid in first, I came last and let my knee just gently touch his as I squeezed in. He was sat between Jenny and myself with Beth and Jan opposite. We asked him about himself, why was he wearing a long sleeved shirt and tie for example? Turned out he was English, some sort of engineer who was over here for a week to tune a newly installed SAN. Jenny asked him which band he played with. He looked blank, so I explained we associated tuning with musical instruments and he said it wasn’t musical at all but rather something to do with computers. He was nice and turned the subject away from computers, I mean most computer guys start talking about which type of TCP/IP or CD-ROM is best but he didn’t. He asked a few questions about us and I eased a little closer to him and pushed my thigh against his. I put my hand on his thigh and curled my fingers round. Then I felt someone’s fingers touch mine, which was odd cause Ralph’s, were round his beer. Jenny giggled and I realized whose fingers mine had touched so I giggled as well. I left the crotch to Jenny and moved my fingers so I was making little circles on the back of his neck.

Anyway we talked about the differences between here and there. He couldn’t get over being able to park a car practically anywhere. Apparently the nearest they had to our parking lots was something called the M25 but he didn’t think that was quite the same. Jenny asked if he’d tried a barbecued burger, he hadn’t. Then Julie dropped by, this time you could see just how short her backless sundress was. I swear it must have been the following month's pattern, you know how to make three sundresses from a yard of material. “You guys all fine here? Have you all found out where Ralph’s from yet?” We told her England, and he hadn’t had a barbecued burger yet. “Well that means you all ain’t had one of the house banana splits either.” Just then her watch beeped. “Oh my eggs done, but I’ll fix you all up with banana splits in twenty minutes or so.” She looked down at where Jenny's hand had disappeared inside Ralph’s zipper. “Naughty girl.” She looked at Ralph, “Think you could look after my egg for me?” Ralph looked puzzled but nodded. I suddenly realized what she meant. “Julie are you expecting one of your regulars tonight?” “Why yes why else would I pop the egg in?” God that girl is so shameless. She put her hand up her skirt and pulled her thong off. She tucked her thong in Ralph’s shirt pocket. “If you tire of this lot my phone number is embroidered on the front.” She slipped her hand up her skirt once more and brought out her egg placing it glistening with her juices in Ralph’s hand. “Keep it warm for me hone, and if I don’t get off when he wiggles his thumb over my clit I’ll be back and expect you to do the honors.” With that she wiggled away to where an elderly gentleman had just sat down.

“What was that all about and what’s this?” Ralph inquired. “Well Julie has a couple of special customers; I think they’re widowers or bachelors, who like to like to slip their finger up her pussy. They tip really well and when it’s quiet Julie stands and talks to them whilst they slip their finger up. I think she’s got them trained now to brush her clit with their thumb to get her off. I don’t think there’s any real harm in it but she likes to use the egg for thirty minutes beforehand to get her in the mood. Oh and you’d better pray she gets off on her customer’s thumb cause if she doesn’t she’s going to be as horny as hell and with the gang of creeps in the corner she won’t trust herself till she’s had some relief.” “Such cute local customs you have here.” “Well you have the changing of the guard, Julie's customs are just a little different.” “Wouldn't you be more comfortable with that tie off and a shirt button or two undone?” “I guess I would.” I undid his tie and unbuttoned two or three buttons. I eased my fingers through his hairs on his chest and just generally made little patterns. Ralph made a comment about me being Titania, Beth of course took him up on it and soon they were discussing a Mid-summer Night's Dream something apparently both had seen at Stratford or London. Across the table Jan was quietly slipping her questions into the conversation, where was he working what time did he finish? Time flew by and soon Julie was back carrying five banana split specials. I think she dreams up new things to add on the top each time. I swear I put on five lbs. every time she brings one out. “Would you like to put my egg in for me?” God that girl really is shameless.

“I think not, and now I really must be getting back to the hotel, it's a twenty minute stroll and I have to get up early in the morning.” I was stunned. Walk, twenty minutes walk. This guy must be crazy. “There's no need I can drop you off.” I found myself saying. Me offering a strange guy a lift in my car, what am I doing? “No I'm fine walking.” “Ralph trust me in this it's not safe walking you'll get picked up by the local police at this time of night, I'll drop you off.” As I dropped him off I gave him a peck on the cheek and told him I'd pick him up after work tomorrow so he could try out a real burger.

That night we talked as we got our lunches ready for the next day. Beth was really fascinated by finding someone she could have a conversation with without them staring at her boobs all night. Jenny said she thought he definitely wasn't gay in fact she rather fancied trying him out for size and staying power. Jan thought he was interesting and that he and I should be a number. This made me think seriously, I mean Jan's batting average on whether a couple stays together or split up is pretty amazing. “But how would we do it? We only have a few days. Are we talking the whole marriage and children thing here or a quick fling this week? Not that I'd object to a quick fling just at the moment but he doesn't strike me as a quick fling type.” “Well you aren't getting any younger, if you don't want him I might just make a play myself.” I gulped “The whole thing then.” “How do we break through his reserve?” “Well we could blow his mind.” “Pardon?” “Oh it’s just a technique used by some of the obscure cults, they love bomb their new recruits, it’s almost a form of brain washing.” “Yes but that wouldn't be very fair would it.” Then Jenny put her finger on the problem like she usually does. “You want him or not. If Jan said he'd be good for me I would worry about being fair. You haven't got long to make up his mind.” “So what do we do pray?”

The next evening I left work a few minutes early and beeped the horn as he left work. Soon he was back at the house and Beth in a string bikini was handing him a long drink. The rest of the girls were in the pool. I'd already changed at work so I had mine on under my skirt and blouse; quickly I stripped them off and turned to Ralph, “Are you coming in the pool?” “I don't have a bathing suit with me.” Honestly men. I untied my thong bottom and held it out. Beth was already undoing his shirt. Jan and Jenny came in to help. Ralph protested when Jenny undid his belt and zipper. “But what's the difference between now and last night?” She asked innocently as she peeled his slacks down his legs. His butt looked really good in my thong, I wondered why men so rarely wore them. Beth commented “I wondered how long it would take for him to get into your pants.” I went red and so interestingly enough did Ralph. I stepped into my room and grabbed another thong then dived into the pool. Ralph was there before me; he seemed to fit into the house so comfortably. I mean to say why not. I slipped away and after picking up his hotel keys from his pockets drove over to his hotel. Packed his things and checked out for him. “Yes we were planning to stay longer but had this sudden need to pop across to Houston. We thought your new hotel there would be suitable. I think the reservation has been made already. Ralph's just tiding a few things up and asked me to collect his things to save time.” They already had his credit card details and signature so it was really quite easy.

Then I was back at the house. Ralph was climbing out of the pool as I returned. I really shouldn't have suggested that white thong to him, I really only use that bikini for sun bathing, I mean the top is OK if it gets wet, the thong though goes a bit transparent. Still the pool is pretty private, I mean to say it might be the smallest house on the street but the lots are fairly big. He was quite muscular and all dripping wet. I picked up a towel and toweled him dry. Then the sun lotion, well I didn't want him burnt now did I? You just can't make love to someone who is sun burnt that I've learnt that from bitter experience.

Jan was soon serving up burgers and other barbecued food. Afterwards we stretched out round the pool on sun loungers. Beth looked up innocently and asked Ralph if he felt up to a game of musical chairs. Ralph being polite murmured his agreement. Musical chairs? Then I recalled Beth had been in a rather wild seniority until I'd brought the house with an odd sense of what an initiation ceremony was. “Come on everyone, Sybians out in the family room. Ralph's agreed to play musical chairs.” Oh what the hell, we all dashed inside and arranged our Sybians in a cross with a splash. I looked at Ralph and said perhaps he ought to sit the first round out. Beth took out a CD and put the music on. We walked round then when the music came to a halt all sat astride our Sybians and let the vibrations begin. Ralph looked surprised. After some five minutes or so I got off mine and moved it to the side. Jenny pushed hers away as well so there were just three seats for the next round. Then took his hand and led him to its place. “Lie back.” I put a pillow under his head. I untied my thong from his hips and gave his rod a kiss on top. Then I poured on a little lubricant, the same type as we used on the Sybians. I ran my fingers lightly over his firmness and stepped back. I flipped a track on Beth's special CD and let the music play. I should have known better than to play with Beth and her CDs needless to say Beth just happened to be next to Ralph when the music stopped. Jan and Jenny grabbed the two Sybian's. Oh well first one out. I walked across to the CD player and changed the CD. At least with a normal CD I could be in control. I waited until I could see Ralph was nearly there then started the music once more. He gave little me a look. Beth was out the next round she gave me a pout as well. I let both Jan and Jenny try him out, I think he was getting really worked up but somehow the music started just as he was getting red in the face.

He looked so aroused after our little game I just couldn't resist taking his hand and telling him it was time for bed. “But I have to get back to the hotel.” “Well actually you don't.” He looked puzzled. “I don't?” “No I've got your bags in the hall. They were too heavy to take upstairs, I collected them from the hotel when I told them you were leaving.” His voice sounded threatening. “Well I've got a perfectly good bed upstairs why spend good money on staying at a hotel?” “Because it’s on expenses perhaps? Because Alison knows where to call in the morning so I can give her a report on what is happening.” “Alison, who's Alison?” “She's the office secretary who passes on my jobs, forty if she's a day so no need to get jealous.” “Well call her in the morning and tell her you've moved.” Honestly men. Nothing is ever simple. “Now are you coming to bed or walking back to the hotel stark naked? I should mention the hotel seemed to have some sort of convention going on and were turning people without bookings away.” In reply he scooped me up and carried me upstairs to bed, impressive since I'm by no means a lightweight. I felt suddenly shy upstairs and he seemed to sense what I felt. We talked about his boyhood, where he grew up, rounding up the sheep with a sheep dog at his Aunt's farm in the Cotswolds. I didn't even know that they still used sheep dogs and whistles to direct them. The golden stone cottages in the sunset sounded great though and inspired me to plan to go and see for myself.

Next morning he rolled over and rang Alison. I heard him give her my phone number and ask about expenses if he was staying in a private house. I waited until he was in the bath then hit redial and memory save so I had Allison’s number just in case you understand. Then I waltzed into the en suite bathroom room and used the shower whilst Ralph played with the nozzles in the bath. I mean to say taking a bath in the morning, not a shower weird. Still he was polite.

Wednesday, yesterday, evening we gave him the conducted tour round the house. His eyes opened at the stacks of wood on shelves in the triple garage. Beth is forever complaining about her paintwork fading from the sun because there isn't room in the garage for her car. I'm still not sure how white paintwork can fade but who am I to know such things? He seemed fascinated by my uncle's collection of toys in the basement. I think I can recognize a lathe, a drill press, a large saw and a selection of other tools on racks on the wall. I don't think we would have got him out of there until I said the magic words, food is ready. Still he did line up the kitchen cupboard doors for us when Jan asked him if he knew which tool it needed. Apparently it needed a number 2 something or other and not the first three screwdrivers I brought up, how do they know the difference? To me one kinda looks like another. He told us a story about a detached house this size was worth well over $2,000,000 in England if you could find one this modern and detached. Modern, mine had to be twenty years old. Jan told him the story of sitting on the bus and overhearing a conversation between two women; one had turned to the other and said she'd never buy a secondhand home. Jenny said she agreed she wouldn't buy one either, you never really knew who had lived there in the past or what they had done. Ralph was surprised, he explained that for the most part new affordable detached houses just didn't exist. Then he told us the price he paid to rent a room and what he paid for gas for his car. I was quite amazed how he managed to afford to eat. Just for a change that evening I cooked, I’m not quite sure what inspired me, perhaps it was the idea he should at least have one good meal in his life, but I must say it was flattering the way he cleaned his plate.

That night we went to bed early, this time he kissed me lightly on the lips. Then nibbled my ear, ran a trail of kisses down the side of my neck and slowly lowered his lips to my breasts. His hands seemed to have a life of their own, stroking me, caressing me, my nipples seemed to want to force themselves between his lips. His lips worked their way slowly lower down, his tongue made circles all round my clitoris and he seemed to sense that I was almost there when he moved on top of me and impaled himself. His weight felt so right, his toes met mine, I raked his back with my nails as he drove himself into me. Oh god being with an aroused, live man who strokes you and hugs you is so much more rewarding than a vibrator no matter how high tech it is. Afterwards we cuddled and I ran my fingers through his hair.

Today I took the day off work. I dropped Ralph then came back to the house and rang Alison. “Hi this is Anne and I'd like to talk to you about Ralph.” “I'm not sure I should.” “Well he's staying with me at the moment and I'm confused about him.” “O.K. but I'll call you right back.” I put down the phone then sat waiting for it to ring. It rang and I picked it up. “Hi.” “Hello, Anne?” “Speaking, good its Alison now how can I help you?” I tried to explain but wasn't very good. Then Alison interrupted. “It sounds like you've met him and are wondering about keeping him?” “Well yes, I like him but don't know him very well. I have some money of my own and I just want reassurance he's not a fortune hunter.” “Well if you want to keep him you'll have to marry him and either have to come and live over here or keep him over there. We operate in a number of countries so I'm sure he could transfer if he wanted to. I don't think he has any vices, he's just one of our unmarried engineers but probably the nicest one we have, in fact if I was twenty years younger I'd be after him myself.” I agreed he was nice. “I'm really surprised you managed to get close to him he's always seemed a bit shy with girls, especially the ones in the office, how did you manage it?” I explained some of it to her and I think she guessed the rest. “Thinking about it we are having problems getting staff over there especially ones who know how the company operates and I do know they keep asking us to send him over to sort something or other out. Does that help?” “I guess so, so now I'll have to think about it before the end of the week.” “We have a project in Boston that would be ready for him in a week's time. I don't think anyone would mind if he stayed for a week especially if there is no hotel bill. Would that help? I was wondering whom I was going to have to send there anyway.” “I don't know.” “Well think about it and call me back, I won't mention it to Ralph unless you say so since I assume you'll want him to stay with you?”

I picked him up from work. “You look thoughtful.” “Just wondering what we were going to eat that's all.” “Well I have some expenses I haven't spent, know any good restaurants? Just the two of us or shall we invite the others?” I liked the sound of just the two of us. “Just the two of us.” “Done.” We ate at the French restaurant in town, three tiny carrots, five peas and sauce over everything. I didn't really notice what I was eating we just kept looking into each other’s eyes it sounds so corny but it’s true. He mentioned he was booked on a night flight back tomorrow but he thought he could probably take a couple of days off if he asked Alison in the morning nicely would I like that? I said I would, would he like that? He would to. Then as my grandmother puts it I left to powder my nose.

“Hi Mom, I’ve met this English guy.” I explained quickly what had happened and sort her advice. “You mean tell him everything even about talking to Alison? And bring him round for his tea next week?” Oh well I'm just about to walk back to the table and explain about the phone call to Alison and about Boston. I suppose I’ll have to tell him about the house and oil field so he knows we don’t have to work, then finally I’m going to ask him to marry me.

Wish me luck.