It's New Year's Eve, and I am helping Amy doing a renovation on her second condo. I sold her the condo she lives in, just across the parking lot from where we are doing this reno. I have known her for about ten years ago, when we met through a mutual friend. At that time she was married, but it seemed like she was unhappy. Then one day I heard she was divorced. I wasn't shocked. There has been chemistry between us, but neither have ever taken it past innuendos. Her plan was to work a bit and then goto dinner for prime rib at the restaurant in the golf clubhouse, as a thank you for helping her with all the renovation work.
We stopped working for the day, and we walked to her condo. She had on black leggings, that accentuated her nicely curved ass. I kept admiring her legs and ass, when her coat would ride up far enough for me to see. Quickly, I grabbed my change of clothes from my car. She told me to use the other upstairs bedroom to change, and she was going to get ready in her bedroom. I finished getting dressed and walked downstairs. The silence was deafening. I'm use to some kind of noise, but this was a nice change of pace. I kept thinking about her nice ass in those leggings. Man, her ex must have been stupid for not keeping her happy. Several minutes passed and then I heard her come down the stairs. I looked towards the staircase and I thought, "Holy shit! She is damn sexy!" She wore black dress pants with high heels. But the best part, her sweater that had a décolletage cutout showing a nice amount of cleavage. It was sexy not slutty. I was quickly aroused, and I moved to stand behind the kitchen island to hid my increasing bulge.
She looked at me, "What is wrong?"
"I thought you said it was casual, and you are dressed up looking sexy as hell." I was wearing khakis and a polo shirt and felt severely inadequate with my non-fashion sense. .
She bent over to grab her scarf she dropped. Her bending over showing off more did nothing to help subdue my bulge. Since I have known her, she has always had her nipples straining through her tops. A look I have always looked forward to seeing. I have always enjoyed her greeting hugs. I could feel the firmness of her breasts and her nipples against my chest. And yes, I have fantasized about taking her hard, straining nipples in my mouth.
We put on our jackets and head out to the clubhouse restaurant. Amy was a regular, and she knew a few of the customers. In all, there may have been a total of 11 people besides us. A lot of empty tables. Our hostess put us in a corner. Amy sat in the corner looking towards the bar. This was great for me, because I wanted to admire her framed cleavage.
As we were looking at our menus, and a lady who has been over served, staggers off her chair. Blurts out, "Damn you have great tits!"
We were taken back a bit, but Amy thanked her. Then she staggers over to our table and nudges me, "You are a lucky son of a bitch. Those are fucking sexy as hell!" I had nothing but a head nod in agreement. Amy and I have never crossed the line, except with some innuendos that sometimes happens between friends of the opposite sex, when they are comfortable with one another. But I could see all her great features on her body.
She then proceeds to leave. Amy mutters, "I think she wont make it to midnight." We chuckled.
The waitress comes over to take our order. As Amy ordered, I kept looking at her and wondered how the great those breasts looked under that sweater. Then the waitress caught me gazing at Amy's cleavage. I could feel me blushing as the waitress looked at me with a devilish smile and a wink. Amy always asked for this waitress, because she was personable and did a great job with serving her guests.
The waitress left and we started talking. She unfolds her napkin and puts it on her lap. As she looks up Amy catches me undressing her with my eyes. "Do you like my sweater?"
Blushing again, I was barely able to look into her sexy brown eyes, "Yes, I do! When I see you come down the stairs, I thought you were sexy as hell."
"Good. I was hoping so. Should we watch a movie after we take our showers?"
"That would be good. We can relax a bit after we eat." Who the hell was I kidding? Seeing her like I have never seen her before, I wanted to fuck her so bad. My straining cock was proof of that. I'm just glad the table was helping cover me.
Our food comes, and Amy orders another one of her fruity pink alcoholic drinks. I could tell after this last one, she was losing her typical guarded self. But she was nowhere near being drunk. Buzzed maybe, but not drunk. We pay the bill, and I help her put on her coat and we walk out to the car.
We arrive at her condo, and she tells me to shower in the upstairs bathroom. She was going to shower in her master bathroom. I thought ok. As I followed her upstairs, I watch her ass sway with each step. I am seeing her more of a sexual way, more than I have ever before. Or even in my fantasies when I have taken care of my business on my own.
She turns and seductively smiles, "See you in a bit."
Quickly I say, "I hope sooner rather than later." What the hell was that response? Yes, one of my notorious boneheaded comments that I was known for when I'm around a woman. Jesus!
