This is another collaborative sort of thing with a guy that contacted me after he'd read Thresholds 4. It turns out he was the young man who had made the delivery to my apartment. He gave me a lot of detail about the incident but I wasn't certain if he was BS'ing me until I asked him what color ink from the pen he handed me to sign with and with no hesitation he replied "green", which was the correct answer. It turned out that his boss's name was Greene and he supplied his staff with only green pens.
Anyway, it convinced me and we have had a correspondence since. He provided the general story content and I put it together, so I guess you could say that some of it is true story and some of it is my literary license taking over.
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Mel just stood and stared. It was pretty obvious that she hadn't expected to see me any more than I did her. Talk about an awkward moment.
The whole extended family was just wrapping up a week long stay at the Jersey shore. Daryl and I had been the first to arrive and had had the place all to ourselves for a whole twenty-four hours before my in laws arrived. We'd left the kids with them so that we could have a little "quality time" before they hit the scene. Morgan was two and a half and Jen only twelve months, but my mother-in-law was herself only forty-five and she assured us that she and Nick were more than up to the task of handling the two youngsters for a day in the car.
You might think that a day by ourselves would have been a great time to reconnect and have at least one round of great uninterrupted sex. Not the case. Daryl seemed to have absolutely no libido even without the distraction of our girls. She had gone into total mommy mode a year and a half earlier and no amount of romancing, cuddling, or innuendo seemed to free her from that single minded focus.
The next day Daryl's sister Hannah and her husband Travis accompanied by their two children had shown up an hour and a half after Mel, Nick, and ours. For the next five days the summer rental was transformed into an ersatz childcare center that focused on feeding times, diaper changes, burpings, and the entertainment of four children under the age of three.
By our last day of vacation I was more than happy to trade places with Daryl's dad on the outing to the museum. Mel had arranged to meet up with some old family friends who had highly recommended the place. Hannah, Travis, and their two had already departed and as he and I were strapping the girls into car seats Nick suggested that he go instead. I think he realized that I'd had enough of babies for a while. He seemed to never tire of attending to the girls every whim. I agreed to the proposition immediately.
What I didn't realize as I headed to the second floor for a nice long shower, something that had been hard to come by over the previous few days, was that Daryl and Mel had had a similar conversation. Daryl headed out with her dad and Mel stayed behind. Mel was also unaware that Nick and I had swapped places. It was exactly the sort of miscommunication and flip flopping that had gone on with almost everything we did all week. At one point both Nick and Hannah had separately gone out to pick up chinese food, the result bing enough mu shoo pork and fried rice to feed the second battalion. Looking back on it, it was almost like a seven day long french farce.
Which leads us to the predicament Mel and I found ourselves in. Exiting the shower I realized that not only had I left my clothes behind in the bedroom, but the towel as well. Thinking it was only my wife left in the house with me I casually stepped out and headed for the bedroom through the adjacent dressing area.
Mel had evidently had similar ideas with regard to grabbing a shower and assuming it was Nick behind the frosted glass doors, was standing there in her bra and panties pinning her cheek length blonde hair up so as not to get it wet.
It was a bit of an impasse as I stood there. The towel lay beyond her and she was just staring at my crotch. We were both caught off guard, frozen in position.
Everything except my cock that is. As she stared, it took on a life of it's own, rapidly swelling from limp and flaccid to swollen and hard. I don't know what it was about having her stare at me like that, but it was incredibly arousing. The fact that she was standing there in her underwear added to the arousal. It was nothing fancy, just simple white bikini panties and a simple white bra with a little bit of lace, but Mel does aerobics and yoga all the time. She quite frankly has a smokin' bod, firm and slender, at that point nicely tanned after a week at the beach. I'd seen her in a bikini all week, but, well... this was her underwear.
She was the first to speak, her voice a little crackly as she tried unsuccessfully to compose herself. "Do you always shave down there?"
I know I must have turned beet red. "Usually."
"It's so big."
Wow. That floored me. I never in a million years thought I'd ever hear my mother-in-law commenting on the size of my penis. I got harder yet. It was now protruding straight out, all eight inches and there was nothing I could do to control it.
The whole thing was pretty weird but what made it weirder still was that I was enjoying the sensation of standing there like that in front of her with a raging hard-on. I was enjoying the sense of exposure, the strange combination of both embarrassment and empowerment, and this sudden rush of intimacy with her.
"Umm, I was headed for the shower," she said.
"I was headed for a towel."
