It was late on a Friday night. I had just gotten off a long workweek and needed to relax. I had been working so much lately I had no time for a social life, so I was without plans for another Friday night. I stopped at the local grocery to pick up some beer and munchies. As it was just after midnight there was few people in the store. As I move through the isles I caught a glimpse of an attractive woman. Being the horn-dog I am I worked my way to the area where she was to get another look.
She was younger then me, wearing cut off jeans and an oversize sweatshirt. She looked good, long brown hair, and nice legs. She looked over her shoulder and caught me looking. Then smiled. I responded with an embarrassed smile for getting caught. She turned down the next isle. I went on with my shopping.
As I went down the beer isle I saw someone at the other end. I did not realize it was her till we both ended up at the same spot. I picked up a 12 pack of Killian's, and she did also.
She broke the ice, " I see you have good taste in beer."
I said, "Thanks, but I think the frozen pizza loses it," (pointing at my cart).
With that she gave a little giggle the asked, "Are you a good cook, I was going to make some chili and could use a hand. Maybe you can come over and help, we can have your pizza while it's cooking."
I was a bit taken aback by her boldness, but yet attracted to her at the same time. She could see by the smile on my face as I approved of the idea.
We went on from their together and got more things for the chili, and then checked out together. We had split the goods into two carts so it was easy to ck out. She went to her car and I loaded my stuff in my truck. I followed her a short distance to her place, and then we took the groceries in. It was a very nice two-story house, and seemed to be a well to do area.
We sorted the goods and I placed the items for the chili out on the kitchen island, she put the rest away.
Getting us both a beer she asked, "would you like a tour of the place before we start cooking?"
I said, "that would be great."
As we walked through the house I could not keep my eyes off her ass. It looked so firm and tight in her shorts. Then it happened, she caught me looking! As I looked up into her eyes she smiled.
I tried to cover by saying, " you have a nice place."
She just grinned and said, "it was time to start cooking."
As we got back to the kitchen she said, "make yourself at home, and lets see just how good you are in the kitchen."
She had a subdued grin, but I caught it. Not saying a word, I washed my hands while looking around the kitchen to see what I thought was the basic layout and went to work. I placed the food items to one side on the island then grabbed three different sizes of knives from the block and a cutting board. As I did I asked her to grab two frying pans. I think she was surprised at my ease in the kitchen. She quickly picked up that I was good in the kitchen and joined in. We worked like a team dicing and mixing all the items in the large pot for the chili.
As we grabbed another beer I said, "all we need to do now it let it cook."
She said, "We have time to play then." with a smirk.
She lead the way to the basement. It is fully decked out, pool table, TV, stereo, chairs, couch and a bar.
She looked at me and said, "rack'em!"
It's her place, and I know I am playing on her field. As I set them up, she rolls the tunes. I have the rack set and it is her break. She walks up and grab a stick, then looks over her shoulder at me and grins. I know I am being set up! I can see the table is not for just show, she knows how to play. She sinks two stripes on the break.
Looking up at me she say's, "nice rack."
I say, "yea, looked good from here."
She missed on her next shot. I think it was what she wanted. I make a few shots and it goes back and forth till she wins. She tells me to rack them again while she goes to stir the chili and get us another beer. I set up the rack then check out the basement. It is rather large and well set up. I flipped through the cds and found a wide assortment. I look over the bar and see it is well stocked. Then to the TV nice sized, a cabinet has several DVD's in it, several are unmarked. It seems like a long time while she is gone.
As she returns I notice she has changed, she has on a pair of men's silk boxers, and a satin tank top, which seems to form to your body very well.
She sees the stunned look on my face and just smiles and says, "I'll just put these in the fridge."