'Old Man' Carver

I was thrilled to have Amy hanging onto my arm as we checked out the exhibit hall.

Not only was my sexy ‘wife’ generating a lot of attention with her stunning looks and sexy outfit but she was also able to carry on intelligent conversations with the various vendors we passed.

Amy played the part of the good wife quite well as she pretended to be interested in the various products and services the exhibitors had on display. I was impressed she knew so much about my business and so were the people she spoke with.

The curvy 27 year old always made it a point to bend over the tables whenever she talked with one of the exhibitors as she pretended to be looking at something in their booth or picking up some literature. Of course, this allowed them a nice view of the tops of her lush DD breasts peaking out of her tight, low cut shirt. Behind her she treated the attendees walking down the aisles and those in the booths across the aisles a fantastic view of her shapely ass in her little skintight dress.

I could feel the eyes of everyone we passed on her hot little body. The idea that I knew what she was wearing underneath her sexy outfit was making me hard as I thought about the risky lingerie she had on under her clothes.

“Damn.” I said to myself as Amy bent forward again as she picked up some brochures off of a table. I looked over her fine ass and nylon encased legs as I pictured me taking her from behind.

My mind focused back to the present as I noticed the two men working the booth checking out her impressive chest. Both guys openly stared at her boobs as if I wasn’t even there.

As we left I saw Amy flash them a look saying, “You can look all you want boys but that’s all….”

Suddenly we came upon ‘Old Man’ Carver’s booth. I was surprised to see he was working it all by himself.

“Morning.” I said as we walked up to his booth.

“Thank God you showed up.” George Carver said catching his breath.

Working a display booth alone was no easy task especially at the peak show times.

“This has been one hell of a day.” he said wiping the sweat from his brow, “The girl I hired to help me called out this morning and I’m all alone.”

I nodded that I understood. Traditionally George Carver had always hired some local ‘booth babe’ to work his booth with him. He had a reputation for hiring a real looker who’d be wearing a crowd catching outfit to draw some extra attention to his products. Then, after enticing some prospective customers to his booth, he’d begin his sales pitch on them.

He was truly a master salesman who knew how to push his wares.

“Matt do you think I might be able to borrow your wife for a few hours to help me out?” he asked me quickly adding, “That is if your lovely wife wouldn’t mind helping an old man out before he dies from a heart attack.”

I looked at Amy who smiled back at me and shocked me by saying, “I would be glad to help you out.”

“Great!” he said as his eyes traveled over Amy’s voluptuous body as she stepped towards him.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours hon. Why don’t you finish checking out the exhibit hall?” Amy said with a smile and a wave of her hand as she went behind Carver’s table and stood next to him.

“Ok honey.” I said as Carver began to show her around the booth and explain what he wanted her to do.

I headed away to finish looking over the hall but my mind kept returning to Amy in Carver’s booth. At least it was a public place, I reasoned, figuring he wouldn’t try anything ’funny’ in the middle of the exhibit hall.

For the next hour and a half I strolled the floor before dashing back to Carver’s booth, anxious to get back to my ‘bride’.

My eyes opened wide as I got closer to the booth as a fairly large crowd had gathered in front of it and I knew Amy was probably the main reason for this…..