My wife and I have been friends with Alison for about ten years. We have spent a lot of time with her and my wife considers Alison one of her best friends. Alison is a woman that attracts a great deal of attention. She has long blonde curly hair stands six feet tall and has a wonderful body. Despite her being 36, she stays in great shape and competes regularly in triathlons.
On Friday my wife and Alison were going to a fundraising event in Seattle and were going to be gone most of the afternoon and evening. I was working until noon and was then expected home to watch our child until my wife returned. Since I was coming home from work I was still in my firefighter uniform and walked into the house. The sight before me was outstanding. My wife was wearing tight dress pants and a fitted top with an open neck. Her large tits looked fantastic and her ass was looking tight. Next to her was Alison. She looked just as good but more sexy. Her top was a standard jacket but it was what was below the waist that interested me. Her skirt was about knee length and tight. Underneath she was wearing black nylons and black leather boots that went mid calf. The toes of the boots were pointed and the heels were about three inches. It was so hot that I thought it was a little over the top for a fundraiser.
As I walked in, Alison looked at me and said, "Wow, I need to stop by the fire station some day to get a picture of you." I thought it was a bit of a forward comment considering my wife was standing right there, but I certainly did not mind. I responded by commenting on the boots she was wearing and how great they both looked.
Fortunately they stuck around for awhile and I was able to get a few long looks at Alison and her sexy boots and ass. The comment she made when I walked in kept coming back into my mind and gave me some great thoughts.
Eventually they left and I was stuck with a fantasy of our friend.
After my child went to nap I puttered around the house with the vision of Alison in my head. The comment she made and the incredibly sexy outfit she was wearing was enough to keep me less than focused on what I was trying to do.
About three hours after they left and 20 minutes after nap time, Alison was knocking on the door.
"What are you doing back?"
"I need to get home and thought I would change here before heading home."
"No problem. Is my wife on the way back?"
"No, the event is only about half way done and she will be a few more hours."
My mind went into overdrive as I thought of the possibilities. However, understanding Alison's relationship with my wife I figured there was no chance of having any luck.
She asked where she could change and I suggested upstairs in our bathroom. She picked up her bag and headed upstairs with me following close behind. The view was fantastic. Her long legs and tight ass were right in front of me and I could hardly think.
"Should I go in here?" she asked.
"Yea, that is fine."
I did not want to leave the room too quick so I figured a little more conversation may be good.
"Why are you changing?'
"I have a dinner date tonight and do not want to be overdressed. Why do you ask?"