Monica and I continued being BFFs having coffee from time to time and running. She signed up for the 10k program which surprised me, that little vixen was hooked on running. She even signed on for the half marathon before we ran the 10k goal race.
The 10k was more of a fun run. Instead of racing for time, we did intervals the entire six point two miles. Running fast then walking, we played leapfrog with a couple of other ladies talking to them when either of us would catch the other if that makes sense.
At the 10k, the weather was beautiful. Monica looked as delicious as ever. Her running shorts fit a bit snugly, showing off her cheeks. I thought about commenting. Instead, I enjoyed the view when I'd let her get in front of me. It was nice having someone besides my mom as a running partner. As the distances got longer, Monica and I got closer.
We were nearing our half marathon goal race when Monica suggested we do a 'destination' race. I thought it was a great idea since she was enjoying our time together. It would be just the two of us. She selected one that wasn't far away, Palm Springs. Somehow she'd talked her husband into watching the girls all weekend instead of playing golf. We drove out on a Friday afternoon. Palm Springs is barely a couple of hours from my house. The race was Sunday, so Friday night we did a little 'girl bonding'.
I had thought the weekend was going to be very innocent, with the two of us just having a good time. In the back of my mind, I did have ulterior plans. I didn't realize that Monica did too. It became apparent when we checked into our hotel room. Instead of two king-sized beds, there was just the one which meant we'd be in bed together or someone would be on the floor. Monica made a huge deal of it to throw me off guard, telling me the hotel screwed up, and we should complain. I played her little game telling her it was fine and I'd sleep on the floor. She insisted we'd both be okay on the bed and that she was going to give them a nasty review on Yelp. She didn't want either of us to miss out on our sleep since she read it's vital for a good performance. Since it was her first half marathon, she wanted to get to bed early, figuring she was going to be nervous despite all of our preparations. She confessed she did snore a bit, and I was to shake her if she did.
She wasn't the best actress in the world, and I enjoyed playing along. Halfheartedly getting riled up at the hotel and threatening to go to the front desk. I kept asking her if she was sure she didn't want to switch rooms. She insisted we could make this work and didn't want the anguish of dealing with the hotel.
After we'd settled the room thing and unpacked, we decided to go to a couple of casinos that were nearby for dinner. I had thought about bringing my LBD that I wore on my dinner date with James but didn't want to be overdressed. Instead, I wore a short black skirt, four-inch open-toed heels, and a cream silk blouse leaving a couple of buttons undone to show off a bit. My lingerie was frilly and cream-colored to match my top. Monica dressed very nicely in a short red skirt, and red heels topped off with a blacktop. Her lingerie was all black, a thong, and a Wonderbra. At first, I thought she was trolling, which didn't make sense. Later I realized her fish had already been caught.
We had a marvelous dinner in a quaint Italian restaurant not that we needed to carb load, it just sounded nice. We each had a glass of wine not wanting to overindulge since the night was young. After dinner we gambled a bit, neither of us was really into it, danced, fended off would-be suitors, and generally had a great time. We had taken Uber to the casinos then back to our hotel, getting out of the car Monica and I walked arm in arm, still giggling at the ridiculous pick-up lines we heard throughout the evening. We were feeling good. Not quite drunk, but with a good buzz going. We'd been flirting a bit all night with each other joking about this and that. When we got to our room, Monica decided to get a bit more serious.
We were getting ready for bed, and I'd already brushed my teeth and changed into my sleep attire, a loose tee, and panties when Monica emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but her thong. I did a double-take looking her up and down as I was turning down the bed. I tried not to gawk when I looked at Winnie.
"That's your sleepwear?" I asked as she moved towards the bed.
"Yes, it's warm in here even with the AC turned on. You're way overdressed girlfriend."
"Maybe you're right. I see you still have Winnie and you've shaved. What did Andy say about that?" I smiled.
"Yes, and I did. Andy doesn't know it yet." She replied as she turned down her side of the bed, leaning over watching me as I removed my threadbare tee.
"I'll never get Winnie removed. I don't care if Andy says he'll divorce me if I don't. Winnie has been part of my life for too long to get him removed. I have too many fond memories with him. I haven't been bare in a very long time. I'd forgotten how good it felt."
"I understand. I think it's cute. I wouldn't remove it either, and I do like the new look."
She smiled, "Thank you. Ready for me to turn out the light?"
I slipped into the bed, fluffed my pillow, lying there waiting for the room to go dark, "Yes, go ahead."
With that, she flicked off the light on her side then crawled in next to me. We lay there for a few moments until she turned to talk to me in whispers. I could feel her nipple against my arm as I lay flat on my back with only the sheet covering me. Her voice was soft and smooth as she told me how she'd noticed each time I'd looked at Winnie, my eyes had a sort of dreamy look.
Her fingers skimmed over my abs as I tried to maintain my composure. They danced over my muscles, making me squirm much to her delight and mine. The old shy me was resurfacing, and I was trying to control it despite her actions and words. My thoughts of seducing her seemed to vanish as I allowed her seduction of me.
When her fingers moved over my panties, discovering my arousal, she gained more confidence. I knew I was a goner.