I got to Hazel's house while the sky was still light. I rang the door bell and was greeted by a bubbly Hazel, with a huge smile, wearing very short shorts and an oversize tshirt. She was not wearing a bra. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight, those tits pressed against me again. I was all too aware about how little material there was separating us, fuck.
I'm no idiot, she was up to something, but I wasn't sure what. I didn't want to overplay my hand too soon. Not that I had a hand. Hazel was hot, I was aroused. Yes, I'd had sex with...several...women. I just wasn't sure what her end game was here and wanted to play it conservatively. Sex is complicated sometimes and it can ruin shit. I liked Hazel and found her attractive, but wasn't too sure, at least logically, if I wanted to have a sexual relationship with her. But, I wasn't 100% sure that's what was happening. Fuck, she could just want to borrow money...lol.
Hazel pulled me inside and tugged me through the rest of the house. I was able to set one bottle of wine down on the cabinet as swooped through the kitchen. She had glasses and the food already on the coffee table in front of the TV. The stereo was on playing some sort of dance music low in the background.
The table was covered with a smorgasbord of stuff. She laughed, explaining she has gotten hungry looking at the menu and couldn't decide. She hadn't eaten most of the day excited to see me. I realized I hadn't really eaten today either. There was a huge pizza, hot wings, cheesey bread, salad, several appetizers, and some kind of apple cinnamon dessert thing. Mmmmm.
We poured a couple of glasses if wine and went at the food like hyenas. Not very ladylike I know, but it was just us and what we do behind closed doors would shock you...lol. Hazel grabbed the remote and clicked off the music, clicked on the tv, and pulled up a list of tv and movies. We decided on some forgettable movie I can't remember the name of or watching at this point, but you probably saw it.
The opening credits started and we started small talk. She told me about her vacation and how fabulous it was. All the places they went and things they saw. She had a bunch of PICTURES she wanted to show me. She emphasized that word PICTURES, but kept on talking. Her emphasis was slightly less than subtle. This and that and the other. I was paying attention to what she was saying, but then she brought it back around.
"Oh hey did you like those PICS I sent you?" she hit that reference again.
"Yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun. I was jealous you got to go to so many fabulous places, it's been a while since we've gotten away like that. But it was nice spending time with my husband and the kids. I miss him now that he's gone for so long. I hate it'll be another 6 months before I see him again."
We do keep in touch constantly on messengers and by video. With my school schedule I can be up a bit later and chat with him for a while, then he does the same. We make it work.
Hazel's hand had found its way to my leg while I was talking. She was playing with her hair with the other hand, sitting there listening to me talk. My gaze shifted momentarily from her face to her chest, her nipples poking out of her shirt.
Had they been like that a moment ago?
I caught myself and shifted my gaze back up to her face instantly. She shifted in her seat and smiled. I think she caught me. I noticed she had slowly and lightly started to stroke my thigh, a distant look in her eyes, then snapped back and slapped my leg lightly.
"Oh hey, I have a gift for you!" she smiled and her eyes lit up.
She popped up off the couch and bounced into the other room for a moment. When I say bounced, I mean she wasn't wearing a bra and she BOUNCED out of the room. Mercy. She came back with a cute gift bag and handed it to me as she plopped back down next to me on the sofa, a bit closer than she was sitting before I noticed.
"I hope you like it...I wasn't sure of your size, but thought it would look amazing on you!" She had that beautiful smile again and was watching me, excited as a kid at Christmas.
I opened the bag, expecting a t-shirt maybe? Why? I dunno, that's normally what you get people as souvenirs, silly t-shirts? I went "here" and all I got was this t-shirt, or "I'm with stupid"?...lol.
I pulled out and handful of fabric, black, mostly strings. It took me a moment to realize it was a bikini, like the one she had been wearing the day before. Hazels eyes lit up excited and expectantly.
"Don't you love it? I thought you'd love to have one too. We will be bikini twins!" She giggled.
Oh she was giddy.
"Well thank you. This is great. I'm not sure what to say."
"You're welcome! Try it on and let's see if it fits!" she was positively gleeful.
She IS coming on to me right? You see it too? The hugs, no bra and bouncing, the things she's saying, suggestive selfies, and now a thong bikini she wants me to try on? I mean she's sitting here in extremely short shorts and just a t-shirt with no bra on, her nipples are just begging me to squeeze them. I imagine she's not wearing any panties. I'm IMAGINING her not wearing any panties under those shorts.
My head was swimming a bit. Partially because of the situation and partially because of the wine I think. The anticipation is killing me. I can't figure out why I'm so hesitant with all the signs.
"Ok, where's the bathroom I'll go get changed." I smiled back.
OK. I was game. I give in. Let's see where this goes. If everything I'm thinking is just one huge coincidence, then the only thing that happens is I go home alone, get out and few toys, and go at it until I pass out.
"Oh don't be silly just change right here, it's just us." She leaned back expectantly.
See! I am NOT imaging things. Well, her naked body through the thin 1/8 of material separating us, but she IS coming on to me big time! I have no problem taking my clothes off in front of women. At this point I am so horny I want to take them off and dominate the little tease and show her what's what, but I was really fucking wet and there's just nothing but embarrassment here if I'm wrong about her wanting to have sex. There's been absolutely no hint before that she wants to have any type of physical relationship.
I stood up. My hands went to the button on my jeans. Fuck I could feel how wet I was. I want to cum so fucking bad then I can get back into my right mind. The voice in my head wanted this, it was goading me on, why does the voice in my head have a British accent? The plan, apparently, was...I'd pull my pants down, grab her by the hair, stuff my pussy in her mouth, make her tongue fuck me until I came, then If I was mistaken about everything I'd would apologize, pull my pants up and drive home. No harm no foul. My pussy loved that idea and it shot goosebumps over my body. The British voice in my head saw no issues with that plan at all. Ok, team! Break!
I slid my pants down slowly, trying to act nonchalant, oh my God I am so fucking wet. A sudden flash in my head, I had her bent over with a ball gag in her mouth, hands tied behind her and I had a strap-on buried deep in her. I was horny as fuck. My imagination does that to me sometimes. I was thinking if I could just pull them down to me knees, jerk off, then pull them back up and just leave quickly...lol.
I stopped wearing panties a long time ago at my husbands request, I just got used to not wearing them, except for a week a month...ahem. So, the "no panties thing" made the "very wet pussy thing" potentially more embarrassing. I knew I was wet, but not HOW wet or if I'd soaked my jeans yet.
Hazel watched my jeans slide down, also trying to look nonchalant about the whole thing. I could see the expectant look on her face. It was obvious she was waiting to see my underwear, when it became obvious I wasn't wearing any her eyes widened. I noticed her jaw drop a bit and she took a deep breath. When the curtain finally dropped and she noticed the theater had hardwood floors, she wiggled in her seat. Ok, definitely time to stop fucking around.
I pushed my jeans down the rest of the way and stepped out of them, folded them, then turned around and put them on a chair. Yep, I turned around to show her my ass. My bare naked ass. I like my ass, let's see what the judges say. I turned back around and noticed her eyes flick back up. She smiled, blushed a bit, realizing she had been caught. I slipped my t-shirt over my head, then undid my bra and turned back around before I slipped it off. I took my time folding them neatly, before putting them with my jeans. I wanted her looking at my ass. I was purposely swaying my hips side-to-side, giving her a show. OK, time for some push back and take control of this situation. I needed to get fucked or I needed 5 minutes alone in the bathroom...lol.
I stretched my hands up to the ceiling, arched my back, and pushed my ass back towards her. I gave my best stretching moan, slowly turning back around on tiptoes to face her. I squeezed my tits, pinched my nipples, and rubbed my tummy. That'll do it.
"Ahhhh, that's better"
I looked down at myself. Pretty damned hot if I do say so myself, and I did.
"Not bad for 29, eh?" and I chuckled.
I stood hands on my hips on full display. Take this you cheeky monkey.
Hazel was gawking a bit, looking me up and down. That's right. It's my turn. Tho a wash of uncertainty washed over me. If I was just being oversexed and porn-minded, then I was completely over doing this. If this didn't clarify things then nothing would. I dialed things back a bit and moved forward.