09-02-2020, 12:47 PM
Susie wrapped her legs around Michael and made sure to let her good foot slide down over his crotch 'accidentally' as she hitched herself up, as if she was sliding off. She smiled at Michael's obvious boner as he had to quickly shift his hands to keep her from falling. His strong hands felt so good on the skin of her legs.
Michael's mind was in turmoil as he carried Susie toward the house. It seemed everything that happened was going straight to his cock. The feel of her body pressed against his back, the softness of her skin, her breath on his ear, and the feeling of her hair brushing up against the side of his face all conspired against his wavering resolve. His mind said one thing, but his body was screaming something else.
Once inside the house Susie asked him to set her down on the couch, but as he started to lower himself to let her down she leaned backward and pulled him onto the couch with her.
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Mary Winters was flustered at best as she scurried about the house preparing for Tom's arrival. She didn't understand why he wasn't answering his phone. Numerous times she had tried to reach him to cancel plans for the evening. She just wasn't sure that having him there in her home alone was quite the thing for this early in their relationship, such as it was. At least she didn't have to worry about a special dinner. She had told him it would be pot-luck, but she didn't want to look bad either. She always kept her house neatly, but with a man coming over she was more conscious of it than ever and fluttered around fixing this and that, things that she knew he would never notice, but she would.
Mary looked at the clock and realized she had just enough time for a quick shower if she hurried, and she scurried down the hallway to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she went, and dropping them into the hamper. She paused in front of the full length mirror and took a quick look at herself. She lightly hefted her medium sized breasts, and was pleased that they sagged little yet. Her belly was still pretty flat, with only a little bit of a middle age pooch. In fact, she was not self-conscious about wearing a bikini. A quick tug at her pubic hairs and she thought that she really ought to trim them, and then she shook her head. Tom wasn't about to see them anyway, so what was the worry. "Mary, what are you thinking, anyway. You're letting Stephanie get in your head about trying to catch this man. There is nothing like that going on. This was about getting Stephanie a chance to get to know more about her father." Yet she was very careful to fix her hair and makeup as nicely as she could.
Stepping into her bedroom she selected a nice pair of bikini underwear. Thongs were not for her. "Butt floss" was her thought of them, and she thought they looked totally uncomfortable, although she had never really given them a try. Her matching bra next, but to her total dismay, one hook on the clasp broke loose as she hooked it, and while it would have held with only one hook she could see that it would definitely leave a lump on the back of her sundress. A quick look at the clock and she saw she was running late. If she was to finish the salad before Tom got there she had to hurry. Her breasts were still firm enough to stand up on their own without support, and the sundress she planned to wear wasn't tight enough to show off her nipples, so she decided just to go without the bra as she didn't have another nice one clean. Not that she was going to let Tom see it, but she just wasn't about to wear one of her less nice ones. She just wouldn't feel dressed up. No, it would be better just to go without.
A pair of comfortable sandals completed the ensemble and she scurried to the kitchen to finish up her preparations. Not a moment too soon, either for she heard the doorbell ring as she put the shredded carrots in with the lettuce. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked to open the door to Tom.
"Wow, you look nice! Scrubs just don't do you justice."
"Thanks, Tom. That was nice of you to say."
"I meant it! I'm sorry, but I dropped my phone and broke it just before it fell into a puddle in a storm sewer, so I wasn't able to call and see what you were serving. Since I didn't know I just went ahead and got a couple of bottles each of a red and a white wine. I hope that isn't a problem with Stephanie. I really didn't even think of her." He handed a bag with four bottles of wine over, and then presented the bouquet of flowers. "I hope these will go with your table decorations as well."
"Oh, Tom! You didn't need to do that! Those are beautiful. Would you like to bring them to the kitchen and I'll find a vase? Oh, the wine will be fine, because I was trying to call you. Stephanie can't be here tonight." She colored a little. "I hope you don't think I tried to trap you. She was supposed to be home, but something happened and she can't be here. She said something about it being on the news, but it wasn't bad." A quick look at the clock and she said, "The news comes on in ten minutes. Do you mind if we watch it to see what is going on?"
Michael's mind was in turmoil as he carried Susie toward the house. It seemed everything that happened was going straight to his cock. The feel of her body pressed against his back, the softness of her skin, her breath on his ear, and the feeling of her hair brushing up against the side of his face all conspired against his wavering resolve. His mind said one thing, but his body was screaming something else.
Once inside the house Susie asked him to set her down on the couch, but as he started to lower himself to let her down she leaned backward and pulled him onto the couch with her.
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Mary Winters was flustered at best as she scurried about the house preparing for Tom's arrival. She didn't understand why he wasn't answering his phone. Numerous times she had tried to reach him to cancel plans for the evening. She just wasn't sure that having him there in her home alone was quite the thing for this early in their relationship, such as it was. At least she didn't have to worry about a special dinner. She had told him it would be pot-luck, but she didn't want to look bad either. She always kept her house neatly, but with a man coming over she was more conscious of it than ever and fluttered around fixing this and that, things that she knew he would never notice, but she would.
Mary looked at the clock and realized she had just enough time for a quick shower if she hurried, and she scurried down the hallway to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she went, and dropping them into the hamper. She paused in front of the full length mirror and took a quick look at herself. She lightly hefted her medium sized breasts, and was pleased that they sagged little yet. Her belly was still pretty flat, with only a little bit of a middle age pooch. In fact, she was not self-conscious about wearing a bikini. A quick tug at her pubic hairs and she thought that she really ought to trim them, and then she shook her head. Tom wasn't about to see them anyway, so what was the worry. "Mary, what are you thinking, anyway. You're letting Stephanie get in your head about trying to catch this man. There is nothing like that going on. This was about getting Stephanie a chance to get to know more about her father." Yet she was very careful to fix her hair and makeup as nicely as she could.
Stepping into her bedroom she selected a nice pair of bikini underwear. Thongs were not for her. "Butt floss" was her thought of them, and she thought they looked totally uncomfortable, although she had never really given them a try. Her matching bra next, but to her total dismay, one hook on the clasp broke loose as she hooked it, and while it would have held with only one hook she could see that it would definitely leave a lump on the back of her sundress. A quick look at the clock and she saw she was running late. If she was to finish the salad before Tom got there she had to hurry. Her breasts were still firm enough to stand up on their own without support, and the sundress she planned to wear wasn't tight enough to show off her nipples, so she decided just to go without the bra as she didn't have another nice one clean. Not that she was going to let Tom see it, but she just wasn't about to wear one of her less nice ones. She just wouldn't feel dressed up. No, it would be better just to go without.
A pair of comfortable sandals completed the ensemble and she scurried to the kitchen to finish up her preparations. Not a moment too soon, either for she heard the doorbell ring as she put the shredded carrots in with the lettuce. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked to open the door to Tom.
"Wow, you look nice! Scrubs just don't do you justice."
"Thanks, Tom. That was nice of you to say."
"I meant it! I'm sorry, but I dropped my phone and broke it just before it fell into a puddle in a storm sewer, so I wasn't able to call and see what you were serving. Since I didn't know I just went ahead and got a couple of bottles each of a red and a white wine. I hope that isn't a problem with Stephanie. I really didn't even think of her." He handed a bag with four bottles of wine over, and then presented the bouquet of flowers. "I hope these will go with your table decorations as well."
"Oh, Tom! You didn't need to do that! Those are beautiful. Would you like to bring them to the kitchen and I'll find a vase? Oh, the wine will be fine, because I was trying to call you. Stephanie can't be here tonight." She colored a little. "I hope you don't think I tried to trap you. She was supposed to be home, but something happened and she can't be here. She said something about it being on the news, but it wasn't bad." A quick look at the clock and she said, "The news comes on in ten minutes. Do you mind if we watch it to see what is going on?"
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