I make costumes and I was on my way to outfit an office of accountants for a Renaissance Faire excursion. I had my friend Niki, a 28 year old petite blonde, with me--she was doing hats and flower garlands.
We were all wearing costumes to get the accountants into the spirit of things. Niki had on a long skirt hiked up on the sides, tall leather boots and a tightly laced leather vest that pushed her peaches-and-cream cleavage way up. I couldn't help stealing a glance now and then.
We got lost and had to stop in an office building and use the phone. We were searching the long, deserted hallways looking for a phone when she pulled me into an alcove and kissed me! I was surprised and immediately wet. She had flirted with me before, but I didn't think she'd ever follow through.
We finally found the accountants and got finished with our work, but I could barely concentrate because she kept giving me meaningful looks the whole time.
We got back in the van to leave (her husband was driving)
and she asked me to sit near her. She started kissing me right in front of him. I guess it turned her on to make her husband jealous and he didn't say anything, so I wasn't about to ruin a good thing by being noble.
When we got back to my house and unloaded the costumes, I asked them to come in. Her husband immediately lay down on the floor in the living room and closed his eyes. We couldn't help noticing that he had an enormous hard-on pushing against his pants.
Niki and I put a movie in the VCR (Ladyhawk, I'll never forget it). We sat on the floor next to him and Niki leaned against the sofa.