It was an hour and a half drive from my house to my friend Roger's, but it would be well worth the trip.
Roger and I had met a few months earlier through a guy I was dating at the time. Roger and I had formed an instant friendship, which had quickly grown to include sexual innuendo. Although each of us admitted wanting the other, we'd never acted on it, since each of us was seeing someone else.
Now both of us were unattached, and we'd decided it was time to give free rein to our attraction. We'd talked several times, trying to find a time when both of us were free. Finally I'd said, "I could come down on Monday after I take the kids to day camp."
"The advantage of working at home is I can see you that day," he'd replied. "I have a conference call scheduled for late morning, but other than that, we'll have plenty of time together."
So Monday morning, I dropped off my kids then drove the hour and a half, managing by the grace of GPS not to get lost. I called Roger when I was around the corner from his house. When I pulled into his driveway, he was waiting at the door, wearing a robe. I had to wonder what was underneath.
He greeted me with a hug and brief kiss. "How was the trip?"
"Not too bad. I was thinking all the way here about what we're going to do."
"Ah. So you're nice and wet now?"
"I might be," I teased.
"I'll have to find out. But first, come have the tour."
He led me through the house, a newer split-level to which he'd done some renovations and cosmetic work. "It's a beautiful place," I said. "You've done a great job on it."
"Thank you." He grinned mischievously. "Would you like to see the bedroom?"
"Why, yes, I would."
Roger's bedroom was large, with a king-sized bed piled high with pillows. I sat on it. "Mmm, comfy."
"I do sleep pretty well on it. Among other things."
He lay beside me and pulled me down to him. Our kiss this time was far from brief; our tongues played as his hands caressed every inch of me, moving from breasts to ass to crotch. I moaned into his mouth when he slid his hand under my tank top and fondled my breasts.
Roger pushed up my tank so he could see what was under it. I wore no bra; it was too hot that day, and I didn't really need one. For a moment, he just looked at me. "They're as beautiful as I thought they'd be," he said.
Then he closed his lips around one nipple. "God, Roger, that feels good!" I said.
Without answering, he unfastened my shorts and slipped his hand inside. One finger found its way into my wetness, sliding from my clit to my opening until I wanted to scream. As he fingered me, Roger continued sucking my breasts, alternating between them. I felt my orgasm building. "Roger, fuck yes! Oh, my god! Yes!" I cried out as I came.
He released my nipple and smiled. "Fuck, you're hot. I didn't think you'd come that fast."
"You know I come easily."
"Yeah, but I didn't know how easily. Damn!"
