The tennis ball lobbed straight over the net, I stretched for it with all of my might, and still I couldn't meet the ball. Damn, lost another game to Annette. After losing a set of tennis, I was tired, sweaty and frustrated. She beat again. We're still great friends, and our Sunday tennis game is just friendly competition between us. We headed to the clubhouse for our cool down of lunch and drinks.
As we sat drinking our dry white wines, and cool lettuce platters, I couldn't help but think back to how we met.
I met Annette 3 months ago at one of those boring cocktail parties my husband always drags me to. I hate them, but enjoy studying the social scene of all the hot-shots vying for the bosses attention to win that promotion. Annette is also the wife of one of my husband's friends, and she and I hit it off immediately. We sat around watching the scene, and second-guessing everyone's strategy. It was great fun.
Annette and I had a few drinks between us and we got talking about whether our husbands were cheating on us, noticing all the attractive women they work with there. I confided I think he was, and told her who I thought it was. She agreed and said her husband was also probably with her. I felt an immediate bonding with her, as we both shared this secret.
The party was held at our home and she asked if I'd like to give her a tour of our home. We walked out back to the pool, admiring the lighted pool and feeling cool summer air. I noticed then that because of the way the light hit her dress, she wasn't wearing any panties; I could make out her trimmed bush against the silhouette. I thought, geez, here we were talking about having our husbands seduced at work, and here she is doing it in my home! I also felt a tingle run down my spine as I noticed her beauty. We stood talking as I admired the shapely nude silhouette of her shapely legs and ass. I sipped on my wine letting it moisten my dry lips from the breathtaking view.
I led Annette to the upstairs, giving her a grand tour of the master bedroom suite. I put my whole energy into the suite to make it a perfect escape for my husband and me. The bathroom had a dry sauna and a steam room, along with a whirlpool bath that was almost a mini-pool. I could sense Annette's gasp as she took in the view. She said she loves steam rooms, and finds that it is very relaxing. She practically pleaded with me to let her use it, as she didn't use it often at the gym because it's so crowded; she says she feels like she's sitting in someone's sweaty shoe.
I hesitated, as I knew I didn't want to be gone too long from being the hostess of the party. But relented, when she said she'd be okay by herself. I gave her a fresh towel, and turned on the steam.
I watched how she undressed, and saw for the first time her fully nude body. She had a perfect tan, without any tan lines. And her bush was trimmed beautifully, and her ass had the perfect perkiness to it; tight and full, not slender and bony. Her breasts were full with beautiful nipples. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I felt that tingle again, but this time in my lower body, making me moisten my panties. I said without thinking, "I'll join you".
I went and locked the main bedroom door, as well as the bathroom door. I quickly undressed, and we both walked into the steam room totally nude.
We both sat near each other on the warm bench, feeling the steam envelope us.
Our knees kept hitting each other, as we fanned our legs to feel the steam. I could feel her delicate skin against me and the caress was wonderful.
I gently laid my hand on her thigh, as if making a point in our conversation. And gently began to rub her thigh.
She turned toward me and said, "You're beautiful". I responded, "You are too".
She gently kissed me on my cheek as she rested her hand my shoulder.
I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, as my hand brushed across her breasts.
In mid-movement I stopped, and told her, we can't; not here, not now.
I said we must meet again. I told her she should come over Monday morning after her husband leaves for work; she agreed.
That Monday, the doorbell rang at 9:30, just as I was settling down alone after get everyone out the door.
I was wearing a bathrobe, with a teddy underneath.
