Episode 262: HORmonaL

Time for a FLASHBACK!

Monday morning! 10:00 AM! Raleigh, North Carolina! The very same week Piper Cherry moved into her new home in Nashville, Tennessee, her niece Monet had relocated to a seminary school known as Golgotha. Drama! Drama! Drama! Monet just could not get rid of her mother.

“I cannot believe I let Pastor Round’s wife Greta talk me into staying a few more days. Saturday night was insane. Whatever made me let go like that? I can’t even call Rex back. Three calls now he must think I’m dead or something. As much as I miss you Rex, I think I need this time away to be me. Whatever me means. Good lord, all I can think about is being pawed up at the bar. I let strange men kiss on me, touch me everywhere. That dress Greta let me borrow just ... begs to be worn again. She’s taking me shopping today for even more like that dress. I didn’t want secondhand outfits like she planned on by giving me some of hers. That’s just not how I was raised. But again, I was not raised to let men do as they wanted with me.” A shiver she found a devilish possession overtake her. “My parents do not know what I do so far away from home. Goodness, I feel as if my baby sister Piper has spiked my punch.”

Mona Cherry-Belmont sat soaking in a luxurious bubble bath now that she was residing in a much fancier hotel room than the Vineyard Inn. Recommended by Pastor Robert Round himself once Greta had convinced her to stay through Wednesday, she checked into the Washington Duke Inn. Golf course included if she played golf. Robert often played golf here, so he knew the place well. His son Chase called it the Washington Dick Inn. Dick in ... get it? Most guests did.

Phone resting next to the tub on the toilet seat she rose up from her sprawled out enjoyment and decided she needed to at least let Rex know she was staying a few days longer. “It’s not like he would fly or drive down here to find me. But it is courtesy to at least let him know. I just feel so guilty.” Another hesitation as she readied to text him, she let out a sigh accompanied by a puffy lower lip. “I do love you Rex Belmont, but maybe I don’t feel as guilty as I say I do. I had a good time Saturday it has been forever since I’ve felt sexy. I mean, it’s not like I had intercourse with any of them. Fingers at most!” A new strategy forming she took a selfie of herself laying back in her bubbles trying to look relaxed. Observing her expression in the photo she smiled. Sending it with a text saying, “Sorry Honey! I got busy and really drunk Saturday with the Pastor’s wife. I’ll call you as soon as I dry off. Give me five minutes.” Pic and text sent.

Regretting her decision immediately she just knew Rex would ask why the Pastor’s wife would get drunk before Sunday Services. Good question but she did seem to recover well before then. A friendship born; Mona just wanted a bit more time to further it that’s all. Right? “Oh, my God! I want to experience the other night again without Rex. I know once I go back to Atlanta it will go right back to my every day routine being housewife and doing nothing. Rex is gone 12 hours a day anymore, but he does say if I miss him so much to go to the stables with him. I am not shoveling horse poo. So, where does that leave me? I’ve been faithful for all of these years until last night ... I just ... don’t know what came over me.”

Drying off she pondered her last thought. “It’s been at least sixteen years since Rex has even cum on me. In me yes, but God help me I would love to feel that again. Should I just be honest with Rex about what I let those men do? I mean, I don’t believe he would divorce me as long as I never spent the night with any other man. Besides that, my father would put a kibosh on that real fast. Rex fears Dad, knowing his connections could ruin him. STOP! Darn it Mona Louise, Rex is your world.”

Controlling her emotions, she finished drying and hung up her towel. Phone in hand she stepped out into the main room to air dry further as she called Rex. As it rang, she went to the drapes covering a set of French doors leading to a six-foot by eight-foot balcony. Onlooking the golf course out back, this being the perks of wealth she realized a beautiful sunny day. Door unlocked she slid it open for air flow, a cool breeze considering it was only 72 felt intoxicating on her damp flesh. “Mm! The air feels wonderful.” Still ringing she felt free enough to step out onto the balcony being on the third floor. At home she would often step nude outside but again she lived in the country. Perks of the filthy rich!

“About time!” Rex answered with a grumble. “Ignoring my calls?”

“Once yes! I apologize, Baby. Did you read my text?”

“Just did. The Pastor’s wife got you drunk?”

“She and some of the parents of Monet’s new roommates. I needed to breath a bit, Monet is testing my patience. Why does our daughter want to be a minister when she’s as ... as ... like her aunt’s?”

“Comes with being blonde I suppose. I’m not mad you didn’t call until now. Just concerned. Outside of that time you and your mom took a vacation together in the Bahamas we’ve never been apart.”

“That is so not true. You are out of state once a month for a week.”

“You’re right. Anyways, how’s our daughter adapting?”

“So far so good, but I’m sure she’s only behaving when I’m nearby. She didn’t even wear a bra to church yesterday.” Nor panties! “Who does that?”

“Piper and Breanna.” He chuckled. “Maybe you should join that trend.”

“I cannot believe you just suggested that. Rex? If you must know, I went to the bar with no underwear on. First time ever I swear.”

“No shit? Skirt to your ankles?”

“No! Am I allowed to be honest without upsetting you?”

“Loaded question! What did you do?” He sounded grim but in reality, was rubbing his silvery beard with interest. To those who know him Rex Belmont resembled a 48-year-old much thinner in build Russell Crowe with just as much charisma. Handsome but serious most days.

“Would you like to see what I wore Saturday night?”

“Nun outfit?”

“Wrong denomination. Smarty pants! But Greta did wear a red plaid schoolgirl skirt with my white blouse. We traded outfits. I don’t even know why I ... yes, I do. Rex, do you recall our younger days when we would go to a club, and you would seduce me like a perfect stranger?”

“Good times!”

“Wonderful times! I miss you, Honey. I miss that time in our life. When Greta, Pastor Round’s wife, heard my story she insisted I wear her dress because I really had nothing that didn’t scream age fifty. Although she made my white blouse look good.”

“This Greta doesn’t sound very religious.”

“She is, but she does enjoy life. As a matter of fact, Monet might start dating their son Chase. Their daughter Eliza runs the dormitories and she and Monet have already gotten close. I think our baby will be fine here once I come home and get out of her hair.”

“Hope so! She’s never been on her own. You talk to Mace?”

“No! Monet called him on our way here but that’s it. I plan on calling Piper and telling her to send him home if he overstays his welcome. Before I forget, can you have our housekeeper shampoo the carpets now that Rotten no longer terrorizes our home?”

“I’ll call Claire after we’re done. So back to this outfit you wore. Let’s see it.”

“Are you alone right now?”

“Just me and Standing Groom Only!” A thoroughbred racehorse he was brushing out up until she called.

“Where do you come up with these names?”

“Piper named him when she was here last. She rode a lot while getting over Davon.”

“That explains everything.” She giggled leaning on the balcony rail. While lost in talking she hadn’t realized she had company. The next balcony over stood a handsome 30-something male with blonde hair and chiseled upper body. While she couldn’t see his abdomen, she just knew he had a six pack. Waving at her she waved back with a blush. It was in that moment she realized if she could see his chest... “Oh, my God!” He could see her tits. Covering them with her arm she expressed an apology that was met with a “Don’t worry about it!” reaction of palms up.

“You okay, Mona?”

“Yes! I thought I saw a spider.” Her fingers wanted to crawl up the man’s chest. Evil thoughts suddenly, she shrugged and just lowered her arm to let him continue seeing her 36C’s. Charming as he was, he leaned an elbow on his rail facing her, chin on his knuckle. A pucker of definite flirtation toward her she recalled her barfly stint being pawed up. While guilt was still a nag, she did step to her own rail facing him and caressed her breasts with her free hand. No words spoken between them as she talked to Rex. The thrill of being seen was just too invigorating to deny. Younger men were scrumptious.

“Why were you asking if I were alone?”

“Because I know my dress will get you aroused. I’m not wearing anything at the moment.” She nibbled a nail staring at her handsome voyeur. This was the next best thing to her perfect stranger fantasy.

“Oh, really? Prove it.” Rex chuckled.

“I’m even out on my hotel balcony. It’s such a beautiful day.” Her blonde gentleman simply sighed looking at her. “Can I call you right back so I can take some selfies?”

“I’ll be here. Hurry it up.” She quickly severed her call and fanned her features. “Hello.”

“Hello back.” Her voyeur smiled standing erect and palming the rail now. “Husband, I presume?”

“Yes. He’s in Atlanta.” She didn’t know why she mentioned that it left her open to being alone. Was that so bad? “Thank you for not talking while I was on the phone. I don’t usually go streaking.”

“Glad you did. If you don’t mind my saying...!?” She was torn on if he had a question or whether it was a comment.

“You can speak your mind.” She had to know his thoughts.

“Your hair is a mess.” He razzed her.

“OH!” It hadn’t dawned on her that her hair was still wet and not brushed from her bath. Giggling she toyed with her hair. “I just took a bubble bath. Medusa, I’m sure.”

“I know something that just turned to stone. Don’t panic, I’m not climbing up on the rail to show you.” He laughed. “I’m Vaughn!”

“Mona! Old school name, nothing sexy.”

“Mona Lott?” He smirked.

“Oh, my God! You did not just ask...”

“I heard that name from an old B-movie from the 80’s. I couldn’t resist.”

“Yes, I do...” She beguiled him slyly, “ ... I remember the movie you’re referring to. Screwballs 2 I believe.”

“That’s the one. Better take your selfies before Hubby thinks you stood him up.” He pointed.

“Better than a pic I’m going to live a little and make a video. So, stay quiet and duck down.” She giggled. Setting her cell cam for video she pointed at him to behave before hitting record. “Here I am Honey! I told you I was naked. On my balcony even.” Her recording started at her face then panned down over her full-frontal beauty. Back up to her face she blew Rex a kiss then gave him a picturesque visual of her surroundings.

From the third floor it was a shot directly out over the golf course where carts were moving about the green, putters in the distance enjoying their early morning game. Parking lot below, to her right an array of empty balconies, to her left thankfully more vacancies. Vaughn had kept his word in ducking low. Smiling at his courtesy she finished her video. “See? Just lil’ ole me. You should have come with me.” She heard a voice saying, “Love to.” but refused to react to it. While she heard Vaughn, she had hoped Rex wouldn’t. If he did, she would simply say, “OH, MY GOD!” and feign embarrassment.

“Give me another few minutes I’ll put on that dress for you. Pics on that one so I can use a mirror. Be patient.” Another smooch directly on her screen she shut the video off. Peering up toward Vaughn’s balcony she giggled. “You can come out of hiding now.” She knew how it sounded.

Rising to his feet Vaughn Gallagher stretched vividly, alluding to that six pack and slightly lower as he went up on his toes. Her eyes taking in the added bonus she grew increasingly flirty, wet too. “Better send that.” He chuckled.

“Oh, right! Quit distracting me.” She laughed, feeling incredible to act so freely. Sending the video Mona texted, “I love you.” She most definitely did, even if she enjoyed her secretive admirer. “So, Vaughn, are you wearing pants?”

“Are you?”

“No.” She sheepishly grinned. “Nothing!”

“Me neither. What are you in town for?”

“My daughter started seminary school. Move in weekend. I decided to stay a few days just for me time. Married for 23 years. My daughter just turned 22. I have a son 19. I guess that gives you a good idea how old I am. 41 if you must know!”

“Does that even matter? I’m 33.”

“No wife in your room there?”

“Never married. No girlfriend either. No bullshit accompanied by another either.” He smiled. “I’m from the coast. Surfer dude!” He laughed, “That’s a hobby. I’m really an underwater welder on hiatus. I needed dry land for a spell. Took a couple weeks off to relax but figured I should stay somewhat close to home. What do you and your lucky hubby do for a living?”

“He breeds championship racehorses. He owns the largest stable in Georgia. Me? Housewife but I sometimes volunteer to help my father, he’s into politics. Boring stuff!”

“Ah! So pretty wealthy I’d guess.”

“We do well. I still cannot believe I’m standing here naked in front of you.”

“If I may be so bold, I’m glad you are.”

“Awww! That’s sweet of you, Vaughn.” She beamed just as her cell received a text. Reading it as, “Did you notice a cellphone recording you from the balcony next to yours?” Her jaw dropped. Here it comes... “OH, MY GOD! You recorded me during my video to Rex?”

“Noticed, did he?” Vaughn chuckled.

“You’re an evil man, Vaughn ... whatever your full name is.”

“Gallagher! I couldn’t resist a little inspiration for later.”

“Inspiration?” She grew curious then peaked her eyebrows. “Oh! So, I’m your porn without paying for it?”

“Something like that. I am so not deleting it.” He winked.

“Hmm? Strangely, I’m honored. It is rather nice to know another man notices me. To be honest I feel old. My life has grown stale even though I worship my husband.”

“Better write him back seeing as he noticed my peeping cell. Besides, if I heard correctly, you said you had a dress to show him.”

“Would you like to see me in it?”

“Inviting me over?” He chuckled.

Stunned for a brief moment she decided on a counteroffer, “No, but would you like to meet at a bar for drinks? I’m a little shy even though I might not appear so. I’m not suggesting an affair, but we could at least entertain one another for a few hours.”

“Preview the dress then I’ll let you know.” He winked.

“Give me five minutes.” She bubbled up lifting on her toes. Just like Vaughn had earlier, her stretch offered him a lower aspect to her body. A very brief glimpse of pubic hair was seen. He said nothing but she just knew he thought her thick bush was unattractive, it was in his expression. “Too thick?” She asked him.

“What? As in laying it on too thick? Not at all. Now I could ask you the same question.” He looked down at an obvious erection that she couldn’t see behind his railing. Ten-inch pride!

“You behave.” She wagged a playful finger at him. “Not that it matters! My husband is humongous. Nothing new.”

“Oh, this would be new.” He chuckled.

“I suppose it would.” She flipped her tongue out at him, “Be right back. Don’t disappear on me.”

“Next room over. You know where to knock.” He laughed. “If I did.”

“How about I put on my dress, and I’ll step next door to shake your hand?”

“Knock! Knock!” He turned to head inside but stretched one last time. This round she saw an incredibly chiseled ass with a two-inch recess of revealed crack. Door opened he stepped inside.

“Oh, this fantasy is getting good.” She raced inside her own room and swiftly put on Greta’s stretchy dress. Brushing her hair out in a hurry she started for the door then realized in her hurry she hadn’t taken pictures for Rex. A quick set of shots in the mirror she sent them to Rex with the text. “Wipe your chin. LOL!” She found it funny. Before he could even reply she was out the door and nervously stepping to Vaughn’s room. A hesitant knock he opened it up. At least he put some pants on, if nothing else.

“Wow! You look even better up close.” He smirked. “Entrée! That’s French for enter.”

“It’s also something you eat. Behave!” She giggled. “For the record, I don’t make a habit of visiting the hotel rooms of men I just met.”

“I won’t bite. Nibble maybe.” He motioned her in. Deep breath inhaled she wiggled like her sisters would. Proper went right out the balcony door. She wanted to prove to herself she could be sexy. His attention was enough to guide her along. “Only one seat in the room unless you count the toilet or the bed.”

“I’ll stand.” She performed a 360 in step to show off the blue dress. “Well?”

“Should I whistle, or will your husband hear me?”

“From Atlanta?” She cringed just as Rex called. “Oh, my God! I should have known he would call back. Please don’t whistle or talk. None of that I’d love to stuff either. I heard you out there, Mister Gallagher.” She took the risk and answered Rex. “Well? Do you approve?” Vaughn nodded checking out her legs. Nervous she had to turn her back to Vaughn in order to concentrate. In doing this he took in her well-defined ass. Her personal trainer was darned good. Age hell! Her body was rocking for having two kids.

Hearing Rex whistle at her made her laugh. Turning halfway toward Vaughn she knew he had heard her husband’s wolf call beating Vaughn to the punch. Her new friend simply grinned and waved his hands as if saying, “He’s not wrong.”

“Is that a yes?” Again, Vaughn nodded. Eyeballs bulging with a sparkle she bit her lower lip staring at the deepwater welder.

“Hot as hell Sweetheart.” Rex sighed. “If I was there right now, I’d have you out of that dress and bent over.”

“That’s been a while. Are you sure that you can handle me these days?” He was older than she was at 48.

Vaughn mouthed, “I know I could.” She held her breath and palmed her chest trying to control her hormones.

“Bet I still got it.” Rex laughed. “Did you see that cell I mentioned on the other balcony?”

“Yes! I have half a mind to go next door and give him a piece of my ... mind.” She razzed Vaughn. He gave her two thumbs up for her daring.

“It could have been a her.”

“True! But the fingers holding that cell looked big and too thick for any woman.” Vaughn did share his opened hands with her, backwards at first then open palm. Chest high he feigns squeezing her tits now that she faced him. “It’s my own fault for not being aware of anyone else. Let whomever it was have their fun I won’t ever see them again anyway. Not that I’d know them by their hands.”