A Mary-shaped suprise

No sooner had Adam found a table for his party than he looked up and happened to see Mary in her favorite red dress. She was at a discreet distance, but for Adam there was no missing her. She nodded to him, he nodded back, and then she turned away.

"Ladies, I recognize someone from work," he excused himself. "Keep Gogo happy, and I'll be right back."

He wound his way through people, exchanging the quickest of smiles with a few interested women, and found Mary already seated at a side table.

"I can't believe you're not being attended to," said Adam.

"My man tonight is not in the best shape. I believe he will be indisposed in the bathroom for quite some time." She sipped her drink, still looking away. "Like you will be, if you're not careful. Tell me, Adam, who's your gazonga goddess?"

"She's my secretary."

At last Mary faced him. "The fuck she is ... ! I'm honestly to believe that you carefully considered every candidate, and that woman just happened to be the best."

"I'm an easy boss."

"Yes, but you can't be an easy too-male. Ziktor, I thought you and Dr. Dietz had this fetish of yours under control."

Adam smiled. Mary always called him Ziktor, making fun of their professional relationship.

As for his old obsession, Mary was the only woman he dared only confess it to, even if crafty Joan had already figured it out. It was Mary who had recommended Dr. Dietz, an ordinary male psychiatrist who had himself wrestled with and over come a fascination with large breasts, and Adam enjoyed seeing Dr. Dietz on a fairly regular basis.

"It's under control."

"Oh, really?" She moved in close to him and softened her voice. "What's your secretary's name, anyway?"

"She's a Mastonesian. Her name is Gogo Ejarmen. It's a funny last name, pronounced Ay-har-men but spelled E-J-A-R-M-E-N."

"Your attempt to divert attention from her first name is laughable. Gogo, huh? I bet she does. So tell me -- what if I told you I was already making plans to wear certain large prosthetics for our next roleplaying session? Huh? What if I pretended to be some friend of Gogo's who was inspired to come here herself? And what if this friend of hers came bouncing and flouncing and giggling and jiggling right up to you and said 'Gogo tells me you're so awesome, Mr. Ziktor!' And what is she was bigger, Ziktor, what if this friend of Gogo's was even ... bigger!?"

Adam gulped. he shook his head, as if at some silly joke, but already he could feel a certain stiffness coming on.

Mary was amazingly well equipped in her own way. Her face was always shockingly lovely, a porcelain angel masking a devilish mind, and her body was killer, somehow merging supermodel sleekness with ripe full breast and buttocks. It was flatly insane that Mary had never gone into mainstream mass entertainment, even as a weather girl, but it was an insanity that Adam greatly appreciated. On top of that, a whole other dimension of Mary was her proven bedroom talents.

And so it was that Mary very deftly and discreetly exposed Adam's sudden new erection beneath the cover of a tablecloth, quickly pulling a certain favorite towel of hers out of a compartment of her large purse.

"I could watch this cannon of yours shoot semen like a fucking geyser all day and all night," she assured him as she carefully stroked it.

For perhaps a hundredth time Adam impulsively considered marrying Mary, but that was an old conversation and she liked things this way. Before he knew it he was pulsing into the towel, and after a few minutes Mary neatly folded it and tucked it back in its purse compartment.

"You've got it bad, Ziktor. I just did you a service. We don't want a too-male losing control of his erection in a club, now, do we?"

"Thank you, Mary. Thanks for being here."

"This was coincidence, Ziktor. I refuse to guarantee I'll always be around to ... help. See Dr. Dietz. Deal with this, before it deals with you." She quickly kissed him below the ear. "I see my date has recovered. Have fun tonight, you crazy boy."

Adam watched Mary's body as she left, his male libido idly playing Frankenstein with various parts and attributes of his women. If Mary could have the sheer youthful kamikaze eagerness of Flora, the steely competence of Joan and Linda, the various qualities he held in common with Heather, the breasts and sunny smile of Gogo ...

He shook his head, chuckling. It was time to return to his party.

(Originally posted on the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)