Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written after reading a story by crawl2; I borrowed the names of two of the characters. All persons engaged in sexual activity are over 18 years old and any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental.
This is going better than I thought, she said to herself as she got out of her Lexus.
Mindy had dropped by to visit her new boyfriend. It had been a few months since she began divorce proceedings and she had already met more than a dozen guys on tinder - thank goodness she had stayed in shape throughout her marriage. She was technically dating Prime, but it had only been a week and she was keeping her options open. After all, she had just escaped a decade plus old relationship with a guy who smoked so much weed he couldn't maintain an erection. Now she was finally back in the dating scene and adjusting to the new culture. One thing that was new to her was that she hadn't realized that she was expected to have sex after the third date. But as they say, when in Rome... A few weeks of dating later, Mindy found herself never saying no to a second or third date if the first went remotely well. She even looked forward to the third date when she invariably let her date fuck her. Soon she realized that she had been fucked more times in the past three weeks than in the past ten years combined.
What Prime had going for him was that he lived only a few miles away and was more available, so she started hanging out at his place more often. He was in his 40's, a thicker white guy, more fat than muscle, with somewhat beady eyes, but most importantly, seemed totally into her. It wasn't until later that she realized that he only dated Asians. And Mindy fit that stereotype well -- petite, five feet tall, big eyes, tight body always tanned to a golden brown, with perky solid B breasts which looked great in a bikini. She liked to wear yoga pants which were so tight you could make out her cameltoe. It wasn't necessarily on purpose; she liked the feel of yoga wear and she liked the attention she got from her male students as they ogled her forty-year-old body in class. For a middle-aged white guy, Prime seemed to have hit the jackpot.
But like all men, Prime always liked to push the envelope. That day, as soon as Mindy walked through the door, he had a request.
"Hey Mindy. Can you go to the Safeway and buy some steaks? John is coming over."
"Uh, I don't know how to do it. I've never bought steak before," she said.
"It's not hard -- you can do it. And John is coming over and I have stuff to get ready."
"I'd rather not, I don't want to mess it up."
Prime was just too lazy to do it, and he wanted Mindy to do his work for him.
"Just go. Call me if you have questions." He patted her on the ass to send her off on her way then turned his back to her as if to end the conversation.
Mindy just stood there in partial disbelief but then picked up her purse and went out and slammed the door.
When she came back, Prime wasn't alone. His buddy John was there and the two of them were drinking beers together. There were at least a half dozen empty Stella bottles on the coffee table.
Mindy appeared at the doorway, holding two heavy bags. She was sweating through her white T shirt, and one shoulder had come off, revealing a grey, lacy bra strap.
"Hi Honey. I think I got what you wanted. Oh, hi John. I didn't know you were already here," she said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Hi Mindy." John got up, went to the kitchen, gave her a hug, then kissed her on the cheek. She wasn't offended because she liked his attention, but he had never kissed before. It must have been the beer talking. He was Asian, about 5'10", and well-built.
"I just came over for a drink," John added. "You want help with the bags?"
"No, you're sweet," she said, giving her boyfriend the side-eye for not offering. She struggled to put the bags on the counter.
"Let me get that for you," John said as he put the bags on the kitchen counter.
"It's a scorcher in the South Bay. You should be in here enjoying the AC with us."
"Yeah, well, someone wanted steak," Mindy replied.
John then went back to the living room and sat back down.
"She went to get steak for you? Damn." John asked as he picked up his beer.
"You know it. Asian women are the best." Prime whispered. They clinked beers.
"Nice body too." John whispered back with a mischievous grin.
"You don't know the half of it." he smirked back. "You may yet see."
John looked at him funny.
"You're drunk."
"Maybe I am." He just laughed.
"Come over and have a seat." Prime called to her as he patted the seat on the couch between him and John.
"Let me put this stuff away first," she said. "I don't want the steak to get warm."
She opened the fridge and began putting away the meat.
"Don't worry about that now," he said. "Come over and have a drink with us."
"I'm all sweaty," she protested.
"It's ok. We like you like that," John said playfully. He looked over and gazed at her tits. He could make out her prominent nipples poking through the thin material of her sweat-soaked shirt.
"Just for a minute," she said, and a minute later came into the living room. She bent over and gave Prime a kiss on the lips. Prime held her face in his hands and extended the kiss.
Soon, they were tonguing each other in front of their guest. Mindy wasn't used to him being this explicit, especially in front of other people, but they had only been seeing each other for a short time. Looking over, she could see that John was surprised but if she wasn't mistaken, he had suddenly also developed an arousing lump in his pants.
They broke off the kiss and Mindy found a spot on the couch between them.
"What are we watching?" she asked.
"Game of Thrones."
John bent down and from the cooler at their feet, grabbed a bottle, opened it, and handed it to Mindy. She drained half of it in one go, while the guys watched her with her lips clasped firmly around the bottleneck.
"What?" she asked when she finished. "I was thirsty."
"Nothing," they said together, grinning.
A few minutes later, Prime put his hand on the inside of Mindy's bare thigh. She didn't seem to notice but was enraptured by the chaotic scene unfolding on the TV and leaned forward.
Behind her, Prime waited until he caught his friend's attention and then arched his eyebrows.
John looked puzzled until Prime looked towards his hand and then back to John.
Understanding his intention, John hesitantly reached over and placed the back of his hand against her left thigh.
Mindy appeared not to notice so he turned his hand over so that the fingertips were touching her skin.
When she still hadn't noticed, he slid his fingers over the top of her leg and let them rest on the other side of her thigh. Her tanned skin was smooth and warm.
Not wanting to be told to take his hand away, John left his hand there and didn't try anything further.
He had a raging erection in his pants that he tried to conceal by putting a pillow over his groin.
When the episode ended, Mindy got up to use the bathroom.
"Dude, she's hot," John said when she was out of earshot.
"She is. A little brown fucking machine," Prime replied. "While you had your hand on her thigh, I had my hands down her shorts. Soft and warm."
