He stopped off and got some "tools" for the evening's little private party. She was passed out and slept the whole time he was in the store. When he got back to the car, she had shifted her body around, and her skirt was twisted and hiked higher up, and she had propped one bent leg on the door's armrest. He just sat there a moment, staring at her bare, tight, but not overly muscular thighs, wanting to grab them, feel them on the side of his face, feel them on his waist, feel the back of them pressed against the front of his. It was all he could do to resist taking advantage of the moment, but he kept his mind on the mission and drove on.
As he drove, she rolled over onto her side and was facing him, her cleavage on full display. She had the most perfect breasts; they weren't too big or too small, just curvy and jiggly enough to be worthy of attachment to her body. He kind of felt bad for his thoughts, because she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. He'd come to value her friendship, and knew that this would ruin that. But on the other hand, he needed to follow through with his plan. He didn't know when or if he'd get another chance. He had to risk it for the chance to be with her completely, to make her his.
When they got to her place, he was really impressed with how nice it was. She had done well for herself, or maybe her husband had done well for them. 'Forget him, it's just me and my Nigha tonight, and tomorrow, and possibly the next day' he thought to himself and turned off the car.
"Nigha, we're here".
"Okay Jason, I'll wait here for you."
What? Oh, she didn't realize that he'd already made his stop. "No honey, we're at you're house. Do you need me to help you inside?"
"Hhhmmn? What? Oh, we're here, thanks Jase, I got it from here" then she almost fell out of the car. She was so tired it seemed like she'd had a little too much to drink.
"Here hon, let me help you inside. Where are your keys?" she fished around and handed them to him. He opened the front door and helped her inside. "Here, let's let some light in" and he opened her blinds and window shades. "Where's your bathroom?"
"It's down the hall on the left" she replied.
Jason used the opportunity, and her semi-coherent state to explore the house and found the master bedroom. Then he came out, went into the hall bathroom, flushed the toilet and ran some water to go through the motions.
"Thanks so much Jason, drive safe" she smiled and waved as he let himself out, careful not to lock the door behind him. He drove his car down the street and parked it and hurried back to see what she was up to. She was still sitting in the living room, tired and dazed, when he got back. A few minutes later she got up and started to stumble toward the master bedroom. He ran around outside to where her bedroom windows were and found her again. Luckily, her cul-de-sac wasn't developed yet and her house was the only one there or he may have had a problem. He stood and watched her as she slowly started to get undressed.
There she was; his dream girl Nigha, stark naked and more beautiful than he'd imagined. He wondered how much more perfect her body could've looked before the kids came into the picture, because she looked better than any girl he'd been with. Her breasts were full and perky with milk chocolate colored nipples, her stomach flat, but not overly muscular, the extreme difference between the size of her waist and the fullness of her hips, and her long, perfect, "Barbie doll" legs. He felt the familiar bulge that he'd fought off so many times before, but would soon put to good use.
She made her way toward the bathroom, that perfect round ass jiggling with every step, and left the door open, which afforded him an unobstructed view of her actions. He watched her climb into the shower stall, and took his chance and went back around to the front door. YES, it was still unlocked, so he entered and locked the door behind him. He made his way back to the master bedroom and stood for a moment watching her through steam and the clear glass shower doors. She was singing and he was floored by how beautiful her voice was. The irony of what she was singing wasn't lost on him, it was his favorite Bob Marley song "Turn Your Lights Down Low." He just stood there listening to her sing.
"I want to give you some love. I wanna give you some good good lovin'. Oh I, oh I, oh I. I wanna give you some good good lovin'." He reveled in the huskiness of her voice as she sang and he watched her sway to her own music. She could've easily done it professionally, but knowing her the way he did, she probably had no idea just how good she was. Damn her husband was a lucky man, because Jason was sure there was no one more perfect than Nigha.
Coming back to his senses and remembering what he needed to do, he left a wrapped present on the bed, made his way to the closet and laid in wait for her. Nigha walked back into her bedroom, still naked and drying her hair, and saw the gift on the bed and read the note attached with a bow. She wasn't startled because Brett always did things like this, she was sure that he'd come home early to surprise her and dropped the kids off at a friend's house. The typed note read...
"Hey Babe, are you up for a little game? If you want to play, you've got to follow the rules. First, put on this little number I got for you, then the blindfold. Lay back and let your stranger do all of the work. You can't touch me and I won't talk to you, but you will enjoy it. If you do call out to me, don't say my name, call me "Stranger". If you're up for it, just get dressed and I'll know...I'm watching you!"
The thought of it made her hot and wet instantly, and she immediately went to work doing as she was asked. She feverishly ripped away the wrapping paper and found a barely there black lace top with straps that tied on the shoulders, and a matching pair of hot shorts that would barely cover half her ass.
"This is so you, you're obsessed with this ass aren't you!" she said aloud to whom she thought was her husband. Finally, there was a black satin eye mask and she put everything on. "Okay stranger, now what do we do?" she giggled.
