"I'm all set to go roller-blading," I thought, "just need Monique to show up and we can hit the trail." I'd been waiting all week for this opportunity to be out with Monique.
"Hey, Jason you ready to go?" I heard her say as she walked up from the parking lot.
While she approached I thought, "Am I ever," she was wearing a fairly tight tank top that accentuated her breasts and shorts, which, while decent left a definite impression.
"You bet, but you may do a little better if you wear the skates instead of carrying them around," I said as she plunked down on the grass beside me.
I watched as she was pulling on her skates, "her legs are beautiful," I thought. As my eyes traced the contour of her legs I couldn't help but notice that her shorts were riding up a little, and the view that was offered gave just a hint of her hidden charms.
"How far do you want to go?" she asked, with a smile.
Whoops, "How far are you willing to go?" I returned.
"I usually go all the way, but I'm out of practice and may need to rest. The trail goes near my house, so we can stop there and decide what our final destination will be."
"Ok."
We started down the trail, side by side; getting the feel of the skates, neither one of us is what you might call an expert at roller-blading. Soon enough though we were making pretty good time, talking about work and mutual friends. The trail wasn't too crowded especially for such a hot sunny day, just enough so that we couldn't stay next to each other the whole time, not that I minded having to drop behind to let someone pass. I may have even lingered to the rear a few times lost in the motion of her body.
After we had gone about 2 miles we were both pretty hot, and while it didn't seem that we were going that fast, my legs were starting to feel the effects of our exertions. Monique started to slow down and said, "There is my house up on the left."
"Cool," I thought, "I could use a drink about now."
We pulled up to a gate in a fence and in we went.
"Wow, nice place Monique," I said, not just flattery either, while it wasn't a mansion it was good sized, the yard was an interesting montage of native plants and the whole back was surrounded by an eight foot privacy fence.
"Thanks, you should have seen it when I moved in, I finally have it set up the way I like it. Come up to the porch we can take our skates off and I'll give you the tour."
"Tour first or drink?" she asked, when we had removed the skates.
"Drink."
"Have a seat and I'll bring it out, you want a towel?"
"Please," I said, now that I wasn't moving the sweat was starting to drip off me.
While I was looking out over the yard Monique glided up behind me and draped a towel over my head and said, "Drinks coming up!" as she moved away her fingers lightly drifted down my back and were gone.
While she was gone I took off my sweaty shirt and started toweling off.
She returned with the drinks, nice cold water, and sat down across from me with a towel hung across her neck, and took a drink. "Damn it's hot," she complained, and with no further adieu she pulled her shirt off. The world froze in that moment I didn't mean to stare, but seeing Monique clad only in a sports bra and shorts was somewhat of a shock, her breasts were perfect, just the right size and crowned with pert nipples that strained for release from the confining fabric. Monique calmly toweled the sweat from her delectable torso, and when our eyes met a thrill ran through me.
"Come on, I'll give you that tour now," she said.
As I stood, I couldn't help but be self-conscious of the bulge tenting my shorts, would she notice? I saw her eyes flick across my body as we started into the house; was that a slight smile?
"Where do you want to start?" she asked
"I like to start at the top and go down," I said, "but you are the tour guide and I place myself in your capable hands."
"Mmm, I like that too," she said as we walked towards the stairs, "Please keep you hands, and," she glanced down my body, "other extremities inside the ride at all times"
"I may have a problem with that," I thought, because as we mounted the stairs, my eyes were directly in line with her bottom. "Do teeth count?" I wondered.
When we got to the top of the stairs, directly in front of us, was a bedroom. There was a double bed, dresser and night table in the room, not much else though just a few knick-knacks.
"Here we have the guest room," she explained, "I don't entertain very often, but if the need should arise..."
We exited the room and turned right down the hall. The next room was a bathroom. We crowded into the doorway, my hip and leg lightly touching her side; she flipped on the light.
"This is one of the best features about my house, both the bathtubs are Jacuzzis and they are big, big enough for two people, even if one of them is your height."
While I was admiring the tub she turned sideways and slid across my body as she exited the bathroom. Her Lycra encased breasts rubbed against my chest as she went by, her prominent nipples a stiff counter point to the supple flesh of her bosom. "Come this way and I'll show you my home office."
I took one last look at the bathtub, thinking I could use a cold shower about now, and followed her toward the next room. When I got there she was reaching for the mouse and closed an application with a picture on it. I didn't have enough time to identify the image, but there seemed to be a lot of flesh tones in it.
"Doing some artwork?" I asked. The ensuing flush spoke volumes as to what had been on the screen. "I'd like to see your work sometime."
The red deepened and spread to cover the upper portion of her chest. "When the tour is done maybe I'll give you a sampling of my portfolio."
She proceeded to show me her set up. "I'd like to be able to do more work from here, but Bob likes to have us within arms reach at the office, and I would miss the personal interactions."
"I know what you mean, I talked to Bob about working from home too. He doesn't mind if it is an occasional thing, but don't try to make a habit out of it."
"Shall we continue?" she asked and we went back out into the hall. "That room is just for storage, not much to see," she said as we went by a closed door.
"Here is my bedroom," she said stopping in the doorway of an immense room. I hadn't expected her to stop at the doorway and I ran right into her back, the not so soft bulge in my shorts pressed directly into the crease of her shorts. It felt like she pushed back into me for a second but then she walked the rest of the way into the room. She turned looked me right in the eyes and tugged at the legs of her shorts. It was my turn to blush. There was a wry smile on her lips as she led me into the room.
The master suite (too plush to be called anything less) was luxurious. The bathroom had a full size Jacuzzi tub, shower stall, double sinks and plenty of cabinet space. The bedroom proper had a king-size bed, walk-in closet, several dressers and a fully stocked bookshelf.
