“Steve and Lisa are coming over for dinner,” I said to my husband.
“OK, but they’ve already been here for dinner three time within the last three weeks,” he said.
My friends say my husband is controlling, which may be accurate, and doesn’t really bother me in the sense that he truly likes to have me all to himself.
“Well, it’s too late now, there going to be here at seven,” I said.
Me and Lisa met at the nail salon and just hit it off from the start. She’s the classic blond surfer girl, big and curvy. I’m tall, thin and someone could say statuesque. We both like to share and laugh, which brought us together in the first place.
When Lisa and Steve arrived, I greeted them both with a slightly overly friendly kiss, but I wanted Lisa to know that I had no intention of letting hubby control the evening agenda.
“We’re having lobster bisque, spinach salad and steak tartar,” I said, as we all gathered in the kitchen and toasted to our success.
After the guys left us alone in the kitchen, Lisa informed me that she and Steve were going on a two week vacation and asked if I wanted to join them.
“We’d love to have just you, if that the way it has to be,” she said.
Well, I know hubby can’t make it, and as far as me, let me think it over,” I said.
The thought of spending a week “alone” with Lisa had my mind racing.
One thing we both share, unlike the men in our lives, is an attraction to the drama and the ups and downs of life. To me it is like the crema on an espresso, the necessary fragrance of life.
“Steve has some adventures planned for himself, so it will just be you and me for the most part,” she said.
I couldn’t help but wonder what part of her that would be and I knew from the few times we’d kissed and the few secrets she’d shared, that Lisa had a side to her she apparently kept hidden from Steve. In a sense, that was another thing we had in common.
Me and Lisa both live in conventional worlds, and have reputations we simply cannot afford to tarnish, for the good of family and marriage. But we both understand the meaning of the words “behind closed doors.”
“Love the way you’re got your hair in a braid tonight. You look like a naughty librarian,” she said.
“The pleated skirt and white blouse, you look so cute.”
I couldn’t help but blush from the compliment, which I’d expected, and basically earned, when I’d dressed with the intention of looking sexy and yet conscientious, if that is possible.
“You look really good too, so tan and sporty,” I said in reference to her linen shorts, lace-up greek sandals, sleeveless top and gaudy gold jewelry.
“You look ready for the arena, bring in the lions,” I joked.
I knew from experience, that one laugh was all it took to stoke her confidence, which she demonstrated by moving close, reaching out and taking my hand in hers.
“I’d want you right beside me in the chariot,” she said, as she caressed my wrist and felt my pulse, which was starting to race.
The scent of vanilla and musk diffused from the warmth I sensed from the few beads of perspiration that appeared between Lisa’s breasts, which were loose and luscious, with nipples and areola the size and color of dates.
Lisa brought my hand up to her mouth and licked my finger tips, tasting the candy apple color of the polish. Her full lips were tantalizing and begging to be kissed, as we moved closer, our hip touching, our legs intertwined, our thighs rubbing in just the right location.
Lisa released her hold on my hand and I reached up into her long blonde hair which cascaded down her back, and redefined itself through the chopped bangs over her big blue eyes, and long lashes, dark with liner and mascara.
We giggled at the thought of what would follow, just loud enough to break the silence that would inevitably lead to suspicion and the return of our husbands.
“So you are going to join me next week then,” she said, with her lips on mine, and our tongues mumbling together, through the talk and laughter.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” I said, through another kiss, this time deep and passionate, my hands in her hair, her arms over my shoulders and around my neck, our hips grinding.
“You are absolutely and breathtakingly gorgeous,” she whispered into my ear.
I felt the press of her breasts on mine, as she bit and sucked on my earlobe and listened to her panting breath heavy in my ear.
Lisa stepped away slightly and let her hand drop down between my thighs which were bare below my skirt.
I kept my legs together, forcing Lisa to work for her reward. Like the gladiator she is, Lisa used her hand like a knife, sliding up between my thighs, and carving away the fabric of my panties.
I lifted my skirt, revealing the innocence of hot pink gingham panties.
Lisa got down on her knees and bit onto my panties and pulled them up into my crotch.
I felt the soft egyptian cotton stretch up in between my vulva, breaking through the dam and releasing a thick hot and wet flow of cum down between my thighs, and onto her hand.