Unspoken Pleasure

We drove in silence for a while before she asked, "Do you think Mary will eat cunt this weekend?"

I coughed as I asked, "Where did that come from?"

"She told me you gave her permission to eat pussy and she gave you permission to have sex with a Shemale," she revealed.

My face burned with embarrassment. I replied, "That was just heat of the moment talk."

"Mary has wanted to eat pussy forever," Mia said, so matter-of-factly that it seemed inevitable.

I quipped, "She wants to be gang banged too, but fantasy is fantasy."

"But what if fantasy could become reality?" she asked, her tone suddenly serious.

"It's a dangerous line to cross," I said, knowing that fantasy stayed fantasy for a reason.

"Would you seriously let her if the opportunity arose this weekend?" she asked.

"I don't know," I admitted, the conversation at the time I gave her permission was rather laissez faire.

"And if a Shemale came to you this weekend and offered herself to you, would you take her up on the offer?" Mia asked.

I laughed, "Like that is likely to happen."

"That isn't the point, would you?" she asked again.

"Would you?" I questioned back.

"I have before," she revealed.

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course, Shemales are the perfect specimen. The beauty of a woman; the sophistication of a woman; the upper body of a woman; and yet the lower equipment of a man, which, let's be honest, the only body part that is sexier on a man is his penis... cunts are incredibly unattractive," Mia said, her face squishing up like she had just sucked on a lemon.

"At least I know you're not a lesbian," I joked.

"God no," she said.

"Tell me how you really feel," I joked.

"I love cock," she answered, talking to me as a guy and not as her friend's husband.

I joked again, repeating the same words, "Tell me how you really feel."

"No, seriously," she said. "All cunts look the same, I can't imagine trying to pick one out of a pussy line-up."

"I'd be willing to try," I quipped.

"On the other hand, every cock is distinctly different," she continued, ignoring my interjection.

"Like no two snowflakes are alike," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said. "There are big ones, small ones, thick ones, curved ones," she listed.

"Black ones," I joked.

"Not all black cocks are huge, trust me," she said. "Actually, the biggest three cocks I have ever seen are all white. Although I have seen some impressive black cocks, too."

I couldn't resist, "You're quite the cock-connoisseur," playing on the word connoisseur.

"Says the guy obsessed with Shemales," she quipped right back.

"Obsessed is a strong word," I countered.

"Semantics," she shrugged. "Hey, you never answered my question."

"Which was?" I asked, the conversation taking so many twists and turns I couldn't remotely recall the question.

"If a Shemale threw herself at you, would you go for it?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered, which was a true answer.

"But your wife gave you permission," she pointed out.

"But she wasn't serious," I pointed out.

"Wasn't she?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "If a Shemale hits on me at the wedding tomorrow, I will take her back to my room."

"And suck her cock?" Mia asked playfully, again wiggling her toes which continued to keep my cock hard.

"Fine," I said exasperated by the strange conversation. "I'll suck her cock."

"How about that sexy ass of yours, Robert, would you give that up, too?" she asked, teasing me relentlessly. "You think I have a cute ass?" I asked, teasing right back.

"Oh, it's very fuckable," she answered.

"That is good to know," I joked, "that my ass is very fuckable."

"You avoided the question again," Mia pointed out.

"Yes, I did," I agreed.

"I'll take your lack of denial as a yes," she said.

"That is like a man taking a no as a yes," I countered.

"Most no's can be turned into yeses," she countered.

"That would have been great information to have in high school and college," I quipped.

"It's never too late to learn to understand how a woman ticks," Mia suggested.

"Every time I think I have Mary figured out, she changes," I said.

"We got to keep you on your toes," she laughed, which, of course, made me check out her toes.

"That you do," I said, knowing tonight I would be jerking off thinking of Mia's legs and feet in nylon.

"So why legs and feet?" she asked.

"I wish I knew," I shrugged. It was a question my buddies asked me often. I didn't care about big tits, although Mary had a nice pair, or great asses, Mary's was still quite firm, but legs... especially in nylon. "And why nylons?" she cooed, as she put her hands on her left leg and slowly stroked herself.

"Every women I have ever dated has asked me that question," I answered, never able to understand why they turned me on myself.

"There are a lot stranger fetishes than nylons," Mia pointed out, soothingly.

"I know it's not like I am into bondage, pee sex, scat or anything like that," I said, listing a variety of more extreme fetishes.

"Bondage can be fun," she said playfully.

"I imagine it can," I said, thinking I would get tied up for Mia.

"You can't even imagine," she replied, her tone again dripping with naughtiness.

"Oh, I can imagine," I joked. "Probably all night."

She laughed. "So is it the feel of the nylons or the look of them?"

"It's everything," I answered, because it was.

"Explain," she demanded.

"Well, I love the feel of them, especially if they are real silk," I answered, no longer even trying to not to take lengthy looks of her nylon-clad legs and feet.

"Feel these," she offered, moving her left foot onto my lap with incredible flexibility.

"Are you trying to cause an accident?" I gasped, as her foot briefly hit the steering wheel.

"Do you mean on the road or in your pants?" she playfully asked, as her foot ended up on my leg, just a couple of inches from my raging hard-on.

"Both," I replied, stunned by her aggressive attitude. Although I shouldn't have been. She was a free spirit and a naughty flirt.

"Feel the nylon," she ordered.

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to pay attention to the road as well. I moved my right hand to her ankle and gasped. It was easily the softest nylon I had ever felt. "Wow!" Was all I could muster. "That's what your wife said too," she said, as she again wiggled her toes.

"Mary felt your legs," I asked, the thought of Mary and Mia together causing instant flinching in my pants.

"Yes, I even ordered her a few pairs," she said. "They come from France."

"How international of you," I joked, sounding like an utter moron.

She moved her foot back and asked, "So you like the feel, what else?"

"The look, especially darker colours like mocha, coffee or tan," I continued, disappointed yet thankful that she had moved her leg.

"You're the only man I know that would know there are nylon colours mocha or coffee," she said, impressed.

"I usually buy Mary's nylons," I admitted.

"Now, I do," she shrugged.

"I also like the way they seem to bring a woman's legs and feet to life," I continued, figuring I may as well let her understand my whole fetish.

"Bring them to life?" She repeated.

"Yes, you can accessorize with different colours and styles and I can't explain it, but the nylons make toes sexy," I said, something I almost never admitted to people... as it usually led to teasing or strange looks.

"That is exactly what I say," she agreed. "My toes, painted and perfectly manicured, stand out way more in nylons. I also like that I can choose different colours or styles depending on my mood or outfit." "Where have you been my whole life?" I joked. Mary tolerated my fetish, but never understood it. Mia was definitely the first to understand my quirky fetish.

"You couldn't handle me," she said, as if challenging me.

"I would have liked to have tried," I countered... Mia a living dream girl.

Changing topics completely she asked, "So if a Shemale hits on you at the wedding?"

I smiled, already answering the question, "I will be her submissive bitch."

"Delicious," Mia smiled widely, before whispering as she began to text someone, "absolutely delicious."

The next hour passed by mostly in silence. Mia texted with someone while I drooled mentally at her legs and feet. I imagine if I were single I could easily get her in bed, yet I would never cheat on Mary... unless she was a Shemale with a big cock. I chuckled to myself as I imagined Mia lifting up her skirt to reveal a big cock.

Arriving at the hotel, she said, "Mary says hi."

"You've been texting Mary this whole time?" I asked.

"Yep," she answered, not giving me anything else.

"What about?" I asked.

"I wanted to clarify her stand on you and a Shemale," she said ominously.

"Because that is so likely to occur tomorrow!" I quipped, surprised by Mia's obsession with my obsession with Shemales.

"Never say never, Robert," she smiled. "Never say never," she repeated as she got out of the car.

Just then I got a text from Mary:

Sexy

I told Mia you indeed have permission to play if a Shemale hits on you.

I texted back:

That seems unlikely.

I got out of the car and was just checking in when Mary replied:

Never say never.

What an eerie word choice, using the identical phrase that Mia had used just a moment earlier.noveldrama

I checked in and Mia and I were waiting for the elevator when I got another text from Mary:

Do I have permission to play if a woman hits on me?

I quickly text back answering facetiously:

Of course, you can eat cunt... but I want pictures and details.

In the elevator, Mia asked, "Ever get head in an elevator?"

I gasped, as Mia's relentless flirting was driving me crazy. "Can't say I have."