This story is true with names changed.
I live in the country about an hour's drive from Dallas, Texas. The only drinking establishment near me is a country store where several locals and I hang out on the patio side of the store to drink a few beers after work.
I was dating Darlene who lives in Dallas. She's a hot little number I met through friends. My name is Larry and I'm thirty-eight years old. Darlene is thirty and has a perfectly proportioned girlish body with small breasts and long legs. She is only five-foot, one inches tall, and weighs ninety-five pounds.
I love her breasts; they stand out firm and she has nipples that are a half-inch long, longer when she is excited. She is a natural flirt and tease and dresses the part. She never wears bras and hates wearing panties. She knew I liked her teasing men and I've often told her so. I get turned on watching her get turned on.
I finally got around to taking Darlene to the country store. I introduced her to Robert who was becoming a very good friend and drinking buddy. He is a good-looking guy about 40 years old. He's easy to like although somewhat shy. He's an electrician who frequently changes job sites because his union sends him to different cities, sometimes for months at a time. His parents live in the area and he stays with them whenever he works close enough to do so. At other times when he is sent to another city he will rent an apartment. He has a hard time keeping girlfriends because of his constant re-locating.
Darlene and Robert got along good that Saturday afternoon. He bought several rounds and we all enjoyed each other's company. I know Robert enjoyed Darlene's flirting.
She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans cut so short that the white front pockets were seen hanging in front, and the backs were cut-off right at the pocket bottom. A good portion of her cheeks was visible, and there was only a narrow strip of frayed denim between her beautiful legs.
When she walked to get us another beer or when in certain ways she sat at our table, we were treated to glimpses of the edges of her pussy lips. Her top was a yellow tank top that showed a lot of her breasts. It was loose fitting and Robert and I were getting an eyeful as the wind softly blew the loose fitting tank top away from her breasts.
Darlene loved the attention and she sat cross-legged swinging one leg back and forth as we sat closely on a park-bench with a small round table in front of us. Darlene was between us. As Robert would say something humorous she would laugh and gently punch him on the shoulder or in the ribs. At other times she would rest her hand on his arm or his bare leg.
He was wearing shorts and I noticed he had a slight hard-on; Darlene's hand would sometimes rest very close to his dick. I was sporting a medium sized hard-on myself knowing Robert was getting turned on by her touches, getting glimpses of her nipples when she laughed, or turned a certain way, and in watching the two of them flirt.
He seemed to catch on that I had no problem with her doing these things and he really enjoyed himself. We drank several beers that afternoon and Darlene had a ball teasing and flirting with Robert.
Once, when I returned from the restroom, she had turned facing him telling him a humorous story. She had both her hands on his leg and would take her hands off his leg to gesture something as she told the story, then place her hands back down on his leg. She was laughing and leaning on him and as I walked around the table I could see both her breasts and nipples, and I'm sure Robert could also.
Later he told us he was being transferred to Corpus Christi, Texas, about 450 miles away. We finally said our good-byes to Robert and we promised to stay in touch.
Darlene and I got married shortly after he left for Corpus Christi. I kept in touch with Robert by phone and usually handed the phone to Darlene to talk to him also. They became good phone friends. Darlene enjoyed flirting with him over the phone. He finally met a woman in Corpus Christi and they married about a year after we did, but we have never met her or talked to her over the phone.
Darlene and I get along great; she is the best bed partner I have ever had. She goes along with anything I initiate and she is innovative herself. We often bring up fantasies in our lovemaking including my suggestions of her having another man. She goes along with it, but later she tells me that she just couldn't do it. She told me she liked flirting and teasing but she was only interested in me. I've told her many times that I am serious, that she can do anything she wanted. All I ever get from her is that she will think about it and she appreciates me giving her the freedom to tease and flirt.
And could she ever tease and flirt. When we went out dancing, she loved to wear the sexiest outfits. She usually wore short mini skirts, heels and sheer blouses. She never wore hose or panties or bras. I liked her small breasts because with just a few buttons undone on her blouse anyone could get glimpses of her nipples. Her completely shaved pussy was beautiful. She had those lips that seem to be always parted and her clitoris was visible just peeking out of the hood.
I would let her be herself and let her dance with anyone she wanted to. Darlene loved margaritas and somehow the tequila made her wild and daring. She knew I liked her to tease and the more she was turned on the hotter and sexier she became.
Darlene was even a flirt and a tease with me. She didn't work and when I got home she would normally have dinner ready and either be nude or wearing baby doll lingerie. She told me she spent the day nude but sometimes put on lingerie for me because it made her feel even sexier. Sometimes dinner got cold because we had to have sex before we ate. We both slept nude and on Saturdays we never got dressed but had sex two or three times during the day. We usually went out on Saturday nights. Sundays were special because we relived her teasing and flirting episodes from our night out.
In our third year of marriage our phone rang and it was Robert. I answered and he began to tell me that his marriage had failed and he had filed for divorce. He said he was giving everything to his wife and had to leave their apartment by the weekend. He said he even gave her the car. He had found work in Dallas.
He asked me if I could loan him some money so that he could go to Dallas and rent a motel while he looked for an apartment. He said he would be broke for a couple of weeks until his next paycheck. I told him how sorry I was to hear of his breakup and that I would send him the money. We talked a little longer, I double-checked his address so I could mail him the money, and we hung up.
I told Darlene of his problem and she was sad to hear of it also. After talking about it for a while Darlene's eyes lit up and she said, "Why don't you call him back and tell him we will come get him. He doesn't need to spend money on a bus or plane. He could stay with us for a few days."
I thought a second and said, "Sure, why not, I have a week of vacation coming anyway, why not spent it helping our friend."
I called Robert and explained our offer and he finally agreed. He said he didn't want to be a bother and I assured him we would be glad to put him up if he didn't mind sleeping on a sofa in our small country home. We seldom have guests, and I had combined and remodeled our other two bedrooms into one large game room. I told him to be ready the following day, which was Saturday, and that we would leave early in the morning and could arrive by noon. I said we would have lunch down there and return the same day.
The next day as Darlene and I settled into my car, I put the key in the ignition, turned the switch and discovered the battery was dead. I said, "Well, the battery is dead. And we promised Robert we would be there by noon; we don't have time to get a new battery now. We better go in your car." Darlene's car is a small sports car with only a front seat.
Darlene said, "Well, why not, I can sit in your lap while Robert drives back."
"Or, you can sit in his lap while I drive back," I replied. We both laughed as we got into her car.
