Dinner was wonderful, filled with pleasant conversation, laughter and good food; always an agreeable mix. Richard was especially charming with us ladies. The guy had us all swooning and we each were 25 years apart in age! Finally the lady of the house retired to bed since she had to be up unusually early the next day for a rehearsal. That left me, the 'baby', and the more mature daughter. Conversation swung from politics to outrageous flirting, but I was left alone to spectate. My insides were turning green with envy. I taunted the daughter, to make her uncomfortable, to encourage her to leave.
At last she said good night. But he threw one last jab. He held her in a tight, full body, breath taking embrace. I felt myself heat up, and my nether region melt, as he slowly ground his pelvis against her. She was completely flushed when they withdrew and she quickly grabbed her jacket and exited the back door.
Our conversation dwindled to idle chatter, neither one of us acknowledging the heated scene a few minutes earlier. I chased him up the stairs before he could turn out the lights and blind me with darkness. We respectfully entered our individual rooms and closed the doors. Soon after I heard him cleaning up in the bathroom. I waited until he was done to use it myself. Then I remembered that we might have conflict with shower time the next day, because he wanted to leave earlier about the time I myself left for work.
I approach his shut door and tentatively knock.
"Just a minute," he replies.
A moment later, the door swings inward a crack, and he peeks out from behind the door. I gasp. The upper part of his body that is visible is bare. Naked images flood my mind. My face feels hot, but I am hoping my olive skin hides the secret of my arousal.
"Umm, I just wanted to let you know that, umm, if I am not in the shower by, umm, 6:45 you can go ahead. I'll probably just leave for work later," I tell him, in the most neutral voice I could muster. It is heavy as I squeeze the words past the lump in my throat.