A short story from a long weekend
It was Friday morning after a busy Thursday Thanksgiving. We were planning on simply relaxing at home for the day. Of course, hubby can't sit still for long and he was wandering around with a screwdriver and some WD-40, doing pre-winter maintenance.
I was in the study, tapping away at the computer and chatting with one of my favorite on-line friends. We've found so many nice people to chat with and share hot stories.
Hubby came around the corner, peered into the study, hesitated, then asked, "Hey Katie, what-cha doin'?"
Sometimes I just feel so transparent to him. Okay, I was probably a little red in the face, maybe my pulse rate was up and clearly, I was stroking my clit through my panties.
"Just chatting." I replied, possibly a bit breathless.
"Hmm, must be a good one. You're looking a touch on the horny side to me."
I think I nodded but just kept typing with my free hand, quite into my continuing erotic conversation.
"Okay, I got this." He stated, and I could hear him walking around and clicking away on his phone, texting I assumed.
A few minutes later, hubby poked his head into the study, beamed a wide smile and held up one hand with all five fingers in the air. Then he turned and left with no explanation. He does confuse me sometimes.
I was engrossed in my hot chat and vigorous pussy rubbing so I barely even noticed the knock at our door. Hubby answered and I looked up to see our neighbor's nineteen-year old son, Justin come bouncing in. He was apparently home from college for the weekend. I was happy to see him and realized it had been many months since his last visit.
He scooted toward me as I stood to greet him. We shared a big, sincere hug and quickly got caught up on things. Hubby encouraged me to sit and continue my chat while the two of them looked on. Soon he began to rub my shoulders and reached down to unbutton my blouse.
It felt good as I wiggled it off so he could massage my big boobs. We were at home, so wearing no bra seemed appropriate. Justin smiled and gave my breasts a very approving look.
Suddenly it occurred to me why hubby had been holding up the five fingers. Justin was only the first.