A sporting seduction
It has become a tradition in the last few years that we have Christmas day with my older sister and her husband at their daughter's house with her partner, their two kids and his mother. I'm Trisha, my husband is John, my sister Is Loraine, her husband is Bob, her daughter is Sarah and with Michael her long-term partner, they have two kids, Max who is ten and Nola who is six. Michael's mother is in her sixties and about five stones heavier than me, a bulky, cheery woman called Heather.
The day consists of John and I meeting my sister Loraine and Bob at their house on Christmas morning, and, after a welcoming drink, and a chat, we walk the ten minutes to Sarah and Michael's house which is usually chaos, with dozens of presents for the kids scattered around and a lively atmosphere. Michael, who was a chef, but now works for a soft drinks company, cooks, and provides copious quantities of alcohol. As with many chefs he had been really overweight, but in recent years he had shed several stones and was now a well-proportioned guy, over 6 ft tall and broad-shouldered. It often takes him until mid afternoon before Christmas lunch is ready and we play with the kids on the floor with their new toys.
A couple of years ago, we had a much warmer than average Christmas day and we had drinks in the garden. Max, who is a keen footballer, had a football goal and a new football as part of his many presents and was keen to play, so John and Bob were kicking the ball about with him, but he wanted two teams, Michael couldn't 'cos he was cooking, Loraine is hopeless at sports, Heather would have filled the goal, so John suggested I play. I love football and am pretty fit (I have run several half-marathons and I meet friends at the gym at least once week) The snag was I was wearing heels and a short floaty dress.
Michael said. "No problem, I can find some of Max's sports kit, which will probably fit you." I laughed, but he said.
"No, seriously... Max is almost as tall as you."
Which was true, I'm only about 5 feet 4 inches and Max, like lots of modern kids, is growing fast.
Michael suggested we go upstairs to Max's room to see what he could find to fit me, and as we walked upstairs I noticed that he let me get two or three stairs above him and as I glanced over my shoulder it was obvious that he was getting a good view up my dress, I also knew that I was wearing a very brief pair of panties. I had become aware, over the last couple of Christmases, that he had been looking me over. I'm in my early forties, but, though I say it myself, I'm still quite attractive, I get an adequate share of male interest and as John is often away from home with work, I have indulged in a few extra-marital affairs. Still, Michael is about ten years younger than me and, though I enjoyed his interest in me, I wasn't entirely sure how serious it was.
We got to Max's room and picked through some of his old sports gear which we found lying in the bottom of his wardrobe, Michael pulled out a football top and some shorts and held them up.
"Will these fit?"
"Only one way to find out. "
Michael left the room and I stripped off my dress, lay it on the bed, and put the shorts and top on , the shorts were a little tight and I decided that going commando under them was better than having the outline of my thong knickers very visible ,the top was quite loose , but adequate, and as I walked downstairs I was greeted by a chorus of semi- sarcastic wolf whistles.
We played football in the garden for half an hour or so and Max and I beat John and Bob (mostly thanks to Max who is in the Newcastle united development system) before Michael came out and said.
"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, if the guys need a shower use the bathroom on the first floor."
The guys came in and grabbed a beer, planning to cool down before their shower and Max, as was his habit, grabbed his PlayStation and zoned out.
I said to Michael.
"I need to shower as well and to change back into my dress ..."
"Come upstairs, you can use the en-suite in the master bedroom."
He again followed me up the stairs, this time getting a good look at my bum in the tight shorts, he pointed me into the master bedroom and opened the door to the en-suite with a walk-in shower and said. "Right side is temperature, left is flow."
He left the room, and I stripped off my tight and sweaty shorts and the baggy top and my equally sweaty bra, dropped them on the floor and set the shower to cool and stepped in. I had been running the shower and cooling down for several minutes when I caught a reflection in the side panel. I moved my head very slightly and looked over my shoulder, to see Michael standing just inside the bedroom door, holding a bath towel in one hand, and watching my naked bum as the water ran over it.
I waited a few seconds before saying.
"Don't just stand there, make yourself useful, rub some shower gel on my back..."
I heard his intake of breath.
"Sorry, sorry I didn't mean to peep it's just....."
"It's OK, you've looked up my dress a few times and seen my knickers, so now, you know what I keep in them.... here..." I held out the shower gel.
He walked forward, dropped the towel on the floor and took the gel, and stood just at the entrance to the walk-in shower.
"Come on...."
He squirted out a generous dollop of gel and began nervously to rub my shoulders with it, he gently ran his hands down my back, hesitating as he got to the top of my bum.
"Go on, I'm sweaty and sticky."
He gently rubbed his hands over my bum cheeks and then down my thighs to my feet, he must have felt the gentle tremor as he massaged the gel onto my bum.
He stood up and then started back slightly as I turned around ...
"Finish the job...."
I saw him swallow nervously and I smiled inwardly as I thought -another man I have in the palm of my hand or maybe, he will have me in the palm of his hand. He heard my little chuckle.
"you're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Yes .... are you?"
"Definitely, I have had a thing for you since you first started coming for Xmas a couple of years ago, but I never thought...."
"Is the thing, the one you keep in your pants?"
He laughed and said, "Yes it probably is...."
"Do my front then..."
He took another generous dollop of gel and rubbed my shoulders, gently massaged my boobs, and ran his hand down my belly and paused.
"I have a very damp pussy and some of it is from the football...."
I spread my legs a little and nodded at him to soap between them, he nervously ran his hands between my thighs and looked directly into my eyes as he felt my vaginal mound, I nodded ever so slightly and he eased his hands delicately around my pussy lips and then nervously carried on down my thighs, bending over until his face was directly in front of my pussy , I saw the shower water dripping onto his forehead as he slowly stood up .
"OK, step back or you'll get soaked, I'll only be a couple of minutes, stay there and you can hand me the towel ..."
I made a great show of rubbing myself, as the soapy water ran over my body, I felt my nipples stiffen and I watched as Michael's cock strained against his pants.
"Towel please."
He handed it over.
"Can you find a bag for my panties and bra; I can't put it on it's too sweaty..."
He started slightly at the evidence that I was going to be naked beneath my dress
He rummaged around in the wardrobe and found a drawstring bag and popped my underwear in.
"You weren't wearing panties when you were playing football?"
"No, the shorts were just too tight."
"Yes, everybody noticed how tight the shorts were."
Having dried myself, I slipped back into my dress and asked Michael to zip me up.
"OK, shows over, you'd better get back to the lunch and you probably need to do something about that ...." pointing at his erection, which was straining against his pants, and with a stunned look he did his best to adjust himself, turned and walked out and I heard him going downstairs.
I brushed out my hair but left it damp , checked myself out In the full length mirror, adjusted my dress so that it concealed my now naked pussy and went downstairs to find everyone taking seats at the dining table and chatting merrily .Michael was carving turkey and laying out vast quantities of vegetables on the kitchen counter and as I walked in he quickly glanced over at me with a mixture of delight, nervousness and arousal.
Dinner, as usual, took hours with piles of food, copious amounts of wine, dessert, party games for the kids, the guys chatting about football and the women eventually retiring to a corner of the open plan kitchen-diner- lounge to talk about men, work, other women....
I spent some time on the floor playing with Nola and occasionally engineering a chance to flash Michael my naked pussy, laughing inwardly at his obvious desire to see it, while not making it obvious to anyone else.
By eight it was time for the kids to go to bed, so Loraine, Bob, John, and I said our farewells with the usual hugs and walked back to Loraine and Bob's house which was on the same estate and only ten minutes away.
Before we left, as I was getting my coat, Michael whispered "Can I have your number?"
"If you want to call me, you'll have to find it yourself..."
I made a little bet with myself that he would call me within a few days...
Back at Loraine's we sat chatting for a while until Loraine and I went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"What did you do to Michael?"
"What do you mean?"
"He was so nervous, he almost spilt the gravy, he forgot to put out some of the vegetables. He spilt some cream... "
"What makes you think it was my fault?"
