Thursday was Marti's day off, so I took off early to get in some tanning time with her. I found her on the deck, totally nude, and lying on her stomach. Her tan was developing quite well, and I admit to being envious of her toned body.
I alerted her I was home and to expect me soon to join her.
I went upstairs, stripped, and picked up a towel and tanning oil.
I grabbed two wine coolers, and I sat on the hot wood deck. It burned so wonderfully!
Marti had turned over and was using the oil to cover her arms and mid-section as I opened the drinks. I was so envious of her body and learning she could have been a little sister or niece in another life. At 22, her thoughts were much more mature than the average young lady, and she enjoyed being without drugs and alcohol, so many young individuals need to impress their friends.
She and Mike were getting long so well, and I hoped Marti would eventually be a part of our family.
The phone rang, the spare one we keep on the deck, for oily calls, and I picked it up.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hey, you sexy thing!" the response came. It was James.
"Hi, James, what's going on?" I winked at Marti and said his name to
let her know who it was.
"I saw you 'escaped; early today. Are you at home doing so of that infamous sun tanning of yours?" I could hear a tint of hope that he had guessed correctly.
Using my best southern twang, I replied, "Baby, I am applying oil on my nipple as I speak. Wait until I sit down the bottle, and I let you listen as I massage it into my breasts".
"Gawd, you have to be the sexiest woman in the world! I'm a few blocks away, can I come over and watch?"
In my southern drawl, "Baby, you may have to lick all that syrup that is slipping down into my pussy lips. Will you do that for me?" I cooed.
I looked up to see Marti pointing at herself. It was too late to rush her out of the house without preparation, and no pre-arranged ploy to put together quickly.
"James, I have a guest over right now, and if you don't mind meeting my son's fiancΓ©, you are more than welcome." John quickly asked how old she is probably not wanting to be around a 13-year-old.
"She over 21 a beautiful young woman. She will disappear if we need the 'space.' WE will need the 'space,' won't we?" I teased.
"Damn right, we will," he came back. "I'll be there in 10."
She is an adult, and she should behave as such. She is Mike's girl, and the rules they have sat down in between them. I don't talk about others' activities, and if things go well, we may end up with an ace in the hole. I didn't elaborate on the last comment.
I took the upstairs bathroom to clean up, freshen my make up and apply so cologne. Marti used the quest bath to quickly shower and get 'beautiful' with makeup and cologne. I put on a sun wrap and Marti, a bathing suit cover-up. We both decided to wear 4"heels to make the situation heightened.
I told her to sit on the deck, and I would bring James out to introduce them. She winked and said, 'this may be fun.' When she sat down, the cover-up opened enough to expose part of her bare pubes.
I had drinks prepared when James pulled in to drive. Marti took hers to the deck, and I stood by the door with James' and my own.
He knocked, and I said to come in and immediately handed his glass. His hand missed the glass and went to my left boob as if it was radar. He gently squeezed it and found my taunt nipple to tug. Good boy!
We finally broke our kiss, and he took his drink. I guess he had forgotten my comment about my quest, as he wasn't searching with his eyes around the house.
I led him into the den and sat almost in his lap. He sipped his drink and casually untied my wrap around. Reaching inside, he gently ran his fingers over my breast, causing my nipple to get as hard as a rock. I moaned. And I was laid back.
James put his drink on the coffee table and pushed back my garment. I raised my boob to his mouth and my nipple deep inside. "Oh, suck it, baby." I practically ordered him. His hand was between my open legs when, BINGO, I remembered Marti.
Not surprisingly, she was standing next to the recliner; foot raised to rest on the arm, allowing her to open her legs enough to play with her pubes. She winked that devilish wink of he's and blew me a kiss.