My name is Charlene, and my story began when my husband, Steve, planned a holiday to Miami to see his good friend, Tim. Tim was Steve's best man at our wedding, but soon after our wedding he had joined the military and we had hardly seen him since then. he was now out of the military, but had settled in Miami, and it had been 5 or 6 years since we last saw him. This was mostly due to Steve starting a small business a few years ago, and as it often happens, we struggled financially for the first few years. But now that things were looking much better financially, Steve had decided it was time for us to visit Tim in Miami.
I have to admit, Tim is quite a handsome guy. Which is strange for me to say, as i didn't usually find black men appealing. He stood about 6'3" and had an extremely fit and muscular body, I assume from the military training. I always thought my husband, Steve, was the better looking of the two. But despite keeping reasonably fit and athletic, his body still looked pretty average compared to Tim's athletic and muscular frame. Tim was also one of Steve's most respectful friends, he never flirted with me or checked me out like some of Steve's other friends often did. He was also very easy to talk to and get along with. So I was quite looking forward to this holiday that my husband had planned, as we all have a great time whenever we had caught up with Tim in the past.
Steve had organised for our 5 kids to stay with his parents while we went away for our little holiday, so that we could enjoy ourselves without the distractions that children bring. Yes, we have 5 children, and I know that is very rare these days, but I love being a Mom and we decided early on that 5 was a good number. I have however managed to stay quite fit since having kids, and with a lot of hard work I had managed to get back down to a size 8. I had gained slightly larger breasts, and a slightly rounder bum than I had as a 20yo, but i still had my flat tummy. My husband says that he prefers my 33yo body more than my 20yo body, and from the looks I get when I go out, I believe him. Although this may also be because I spend a lot of time and money to maintain my short blonde bob, and makeup to compliment my gorgeous green eyes. Steve always says that they are just looking at my ass though, and don't even notice all the effort that I put into maintaining a pretty face.
We arrived in Miami on Thursday, and were leaving on Sunday, so it was not a long visit. And we stayed with Tim in his 2 bedroom apartment on the beach. I was looking forward to spending some time on the beach, and had bought some new bikinis just for this trip. I rarely wore bikinis nowadays, and I felt naked and uncomfortable heading down to the beach in one, but I soon found out that my bikinis were quite modest on a Miami beach, and I quickly became comfortable in mine. For the most part, our holiday was very uneventful, but a lot of fun catching up with Tim again. We spent most of our time either shopping or on the beach, and I must admit that I did glance at Tim a few times when he had his shirt off down at the beach. But my thoughts never went past what a good body he had. I never could've imagined or even fantasised about what was to come on Saturday evening, our final night in Miami!
Saturday evening began much like our other evenings in Miami. We stayed on the beach until we decided it was time to eat dinner, then we went to one of the many restaurants along the beach for dinner, then returned to Tim's apartment for a drink or two after dinner. Neither of us were really late night people, so we hadn't really had any late nights while we were there. But being our final night, once we had chatted for a while and had a couple of drinks I suggested we watch a movie. Steve said he was quite tired and would rather head to bed, but he didn't mind if I stayed up. So I asked Tim if he wanted to stay up and watch a movie, which he agreed to. I don't think any of us really thought it was strange at the time, for Tim and I to sit on the couch together watching a movie while my husband slept in the next room. It's not like we were cuddling or anything, but now that I look back on it, it does seem odd. Perhaps it's just because after a couple of drinks, nothing really seems strange.
As I sat there drinking my champagne and watching the movie, I found myself glancing at Tim from time to time and wishing he would take his shirt off so I could enjoy staring at his body like I had been doing down at the beach. Then I started to wonder why I never got the attention from Tim that I received from a lot of other men. I decided that it must be because he didn't find me attractive, and I started to wonder how I could show him that I am attractive. Then, as if on cue, Tim paused the movie to get another drink. He asked me if I wanted a refill, to which I said yes and that I was just going to go change into something more comfortable.
Now I had packed a little red silk nightie and matching red g-string for the trip, in the hopes that I might get to wear it for Steve one night on the trip. This had not yet happened, and I still don't know why, but I decided to change into that instead of my regular pyjamas. So I stripped down, pausing to admire my humble but perky breasts and my freshly shaved mound. The I put on the g-string and nightie, with no bra underneath so that if Tim so happened to look he would see my nipples poking through the silk material. I looked at myself in the mirror, and decided that if Tim were to ever find me attractive then tonight would be the night he does.
I walked back out past Tim and sat back down on the couch, and I'm sure I noticed him looking at me as I walked past him. But then he started the movie again, and it was as if nothing else had changed. I sat there feeling a bit disappointed that I went to all this effort to look sexy for him, and I didn't even receive a compliment. So in my semi-drunken state, I decided I needed to try one last thing to get his attention, and if that didn't work then I guess he really doesn't find me attractive.
I told Tim that my phone was going flat and I needed to plug it into the charger. But instead of just plugging it in my room, I brought the charger out and plugged it in near the TV. But to do so meant bending over in my nightie, with my ass facing Tim. I stayed in this position far longer than needed, pretending to struggle getting the charger plugged in. I figured if this doesn't get his attention then nothing will. But in all honesty, I never expected anything more than a sneaky comment from him. Boy, was I so wrong!
Just when I was just about to stand back up, I felt his hand gently sliding up the inside of my leg. I never even heard him get up off the couch, but now he was standing right behind me, his hand now gently caressing my inner leg. I slowly stood up and turned to face him, looking up into his mesmerising eyes. He only took a second to lift me up, one hand under each of my legs, and it seemed as though I weighed nothing to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and without a word he carried me into his bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed, with my legs still wrapped around him, and he bagan to kiss me more passionately than I have ever been kissed before! I had never kissed another man other than Steve, and I didn't realise that a kiss could bring me so close to an orgasm!
