The holidays always brought everyone together and this year was a little different. Someone in their group of old friends had found a VBRO house that could be considered a mansion and with so much space they invited everyone to join them for a pre-holiday celebration, if only for a few days.
Their group were close, having been through 25 years of trials and friendship and so it was something that they were all keen to enjoy. Gathering at the same house would be an epic kickoff for the holiday, except for one thing, her. They had kept things "professional," knowing that they both had obligations elsewhere, but it was getting harder and harder the more time they spent in close proximity. It was clear that their desire was building, and they simply had to keep it at at bay due to the damage that could be caused if discovered.
So they played the part, they hugged when meeting after some time, keeping it appropriate and never lingering too long so as to not give anyone any hint of what was stewing under the surface. Every touch sent jolts of electricity up their bodies and they stole quick caresses, slight whispers of what could be if only provided more time.
They texted as time allowed and he finally told her how badly it was killing him to not have her in his arms, to kiss her tender lips and a variety of other things he was dying to do to her. There was not an immediate response to his text and panic in him started to build. Reviewing the events, he was openly questioning himself, had he pushed it too far.
After what felt like hours to him, but in reality was only about 40 minutes, she responded to him and let him know the at that very minute she was not wearing any panties and had gone into the bathroom to take a quick pictures of her body with the caption "what you are missing."
This had its intended effect and was driving him absolutely crazy, which he made the mistake of telling her. She then started to play with him, providing a quick peek here or there. A shot of her areola, a shot of her ass, her lips, her tongue, and just the very top of her pussy, right where her lips started to part. In truth, she loved playing with his mind, loved tempting his resolve, she knew it was torture for him, but she cherished every second of it.