Tam had known Bob for many years. He started working at the hospital shortly after A.J. Their first meeting had been fun and she enjoyed the sexual banter that always came up between the two of them. She knew he harbored sexual desires for her. He had not tried to hide them. Hell, A.J. even knew about them. A.J. had even encouraged it in small ways. It had been quite awhile since they had talked, and she missed the way he made her feel mentally. The little things he said which made her feel special. Desirable, beautiful, and intelligent, were all the things she felt when they had their secret talks. She knew, when she picked up the phone to call him, that he would jump at the chance to see her again. She was excited about tonight. She had planned the evening down to the smallest detail, even a surprise that was sure to excite and possibly stun the guys if things worked out, and if she had the courage.
She had told A.J. about the sexual innuendos she planned for Bob. She was going to encourage his flirtations tonight even more than usual as she knew A.J., loved seeing her flirt with other men. Maybe it was that she was his and he loved showing her off, or maybe it was just the excitement of see others desire her. It did not matter what the reason, she just knew he liked watching her, and she loved the way it made her feel to be desired. Many men would have loved to bed her, she knew, but Bob was the one she wanted encourage to go a little further than simple flirtations. A.J. had been hinting for months that he wanted to take their relationship to another level of play, maybe even add another person as a third in their relationship. She was not surprised as she had always known his fantasies, but it was surprising to her, that she secretly wanted to explore this herself. She was comfortable with Bob. He was not a threat, and she knew he would stimulate not only her mind, but anything else she might offer.
She quickly finished dusting and cleaning. "Just a few more small items to pick up" she thought. She grabbed her helmet, shut the door, and mounted her new motorcycle. She liked the feel of it between her legs. The vibration of the motor sent chills up her spine as she rode, but this was one secret she would keep to herself. The lingerie store was just inside the main entrance to the mall, so time was not an issue. She looked around for awhile, admiring the large selection of erotic night and day wear items. She would look good in any of them, but this had to be something special tonight. Something A.J. had not seen either. She wanted to shock them both. The perfect swim suite was hanging on a rack at the side of the store. The sign on the rack read: Wicked Weasels.
It was not a type of suite that she had heard of. In fact, there was very little to the suit at all. She took it to the dressing room, and after some intense thought, finally figured out how to put the skimpy thing on. It was no more than a G-string bottom, with two thin strands of cloth which crossed in the back, came around the front over her nipples, and tied around her neck. It was amazingly bare. The strands just barely did cover her nipples, exposing the pink areola rings. The G-string bottom was also very small, and would obviously be transparent when wet, Hell, it was practically see through dry!!! It was perfect. Tam rushed home. She was excited even more now. The little suit had aroused her some. She looked at the clock, 5:20 pm. There was time enough for a shower, before dinner had to be started.
Tam started the water in the shower and waited for it to get hot. The water felt good as she regulated the temperature. She watched herself in the mirror as she slipped off her clothes. Her reflection looked good. Her hand moved slowly up her abdomen, it was still flat and firm, something she was proud of. She stepped into the hot water, it felt good, as it eased her tight muscles and relaxed her. As she stood with the water running down her shoulders it felt as if someone was in the stall with her.
An unseen prescience seemed to be touching her, caressing her shoulders. She looked around the room knowing it would be empty, but stillβ¦β¦. Again, she felt as if fingers were running up and down her abdomen, moving over her bare breast. She was not afraid as the sensation seemed to be tender, almost loving. She closed her eyes and let her unknown lover explore her being. Waves of pleasure trickled down her neck, back, and chest. The small drops of water running down her abdomen felt as fingers were trailing to her cloaked womanhood. Gently swirling, exciting, and teasing her. She could feel the blood engulf her, as it brought on images and thoughts of sexual excitement. It could not be happening, but it was. She was in the middle of a self induced fantasy which was as real as any sexual encounter she had had. Her hands were pressed to the walls on each side of her, as if balancing herself for each wave of pleasure threatened to cause her knee's to buckle.