“Hello Big Daddy,” the tanned blond woman in a white bikini said as she walked by.
Her pink lipstick matched her shoes. The brunette next to her giggled, turned around and blew a kiss towards him. Gérard smiled and watched as they wiggled their asses, partially from showing off, but mostly from balancing on those ridiculously high heels.
His eyes swept over the crowd. There were women everywhere, except in the pool.
White was still the color for wearing bikinis and the fabric barely covered what they needed to, Gérard noticed. It’s been like that for as long as he could remember. These parties were all about being seen. If they didn’t invite you, it meant you had to work harder to be noticed. That was why some models volunteered to be servers at these parties.
Gérard’s eyes wandered to a group of people under one of several canopies. A man — the only other man around and maybe thirty years his junior — was on the white bed. Five beautiful young women sat on the bed with him, appropriately saying ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ when they thought they had to. They all touched him when they talked, trying to draw and hold the boss’s attention.
The younger man seemed distracted, his eyes scanning the guests. Gérard followed his gaze.
The redhead perfectly balanced a tray on the tips of her fingers as she walked from guest to guest to offer them hors d’oeuvres. Conversation stopped when people saw her and excitedly started again when she walked away.
The black and white front of the apron she wore barely covered her nipples and sex. Her backside was bare, decorated only with a big black bow just above her bottom. Stockings and high heels completed the picture.
Surely she had misunderstood the dress code for the servers?
Where was the rest of her uniform?
Something stirred In Gérard’s pants. He smiled at the thought that these young women never seized to excite him, no matter his age.
It wasn’t so long ago that he was the boss; that he was the one on the bed, surrounded by young women who wanted only one thing — to be his favorite. Nowadays, he was an honorary member of this elite group.
His smile broadened and his dick thickened when the redhead bent over to offer the boss a hors d’oeuvre. Her pussy was clearly visible between her thighs and Gérard could swear some wetness glistened in the sun. The five women around the boss stared at her, their mouths open, but quickly moved when the boss waved them away with a sway of his hand.
The chatter around the pool stopped. Everyone watched as the boss of the biggest porn firm in town grabbed the apron in his fist and pulled the redhead onto the bed. She landed on her knees, sat back on her feet, and spread her legs.
Gérard cupped his growing erection as the young man ran his hands over the redhead’s breasts and slipped his hand between her legs.
If only those were my hands, Gérard thought, but watching gave him almost as much pleasure.
The young boss took the hand of the half-naked server and put it on his own erection, while his fingers fucked the wetness between her legs. The redhead threw her head back, moaning her orgasm. Everyone stayed still and watched when the boss pulled her on top of him and pushed his dick deep into her wet pussy.
Gérard slipped a hand in his pants and grabbed his rigid cock. He wanked himself to the rhythm of their fucking. No one paid him any attention.
He remembered his days as the boss; his encounters with young and sexy models and in his mind’s eye, he saw himself fucking them while everyone watched.
Those were the days, Gérard thought, and his hand moved faster, and as their orgasms came closer, so did his.
His mind wandered on in a different rhythm than his hand.
It’s time for the younger generation to carry on where I have stopped. I am but a vintage playboy.
Note: This story was first posted in September 2016, then edited for Medium and now shared again here.