For the longest time I've had a crush on my husband's boss, Michael. Something about the way he carried himself, the way he walked. It wasn't enough that he was 6'4" 185 pounds, with just a touch of grey at his temples. He acted so confident, so goddam sexy. I thought if I could set up this committed bachelor up with one of my friends, I could live vicariously through her!
I had planned the night out meticulously. A steak grill out at our place, possibly a late night dip in our hot tub. Making sure Michael and Susie (my friend) had enough to drink and offering to let them crash in our spare bedroom. Where I might be lucky enough to hear them get busy. I decided to wear my most revealing bikini, which meant a shave. I hadn't shaved my kitty in a few months and I had forgotten how naughty it made me feel. It made me aware of my hairless crotch all of the time.
Micheal showed up half an hour early. He walked in with a bottle of scotch. He bent down to give me a kiss, not on the cheek, but full on the lips, leaving me flustered. He poured us all a glass of his liquor. I had never had expensive scotch and it hit me quickly. I was giggling at Micheal's jokes and trying to not let him peek down my top.
Susie called about an hour bowing out. She didn't say what was wrong, but she was always flighty. I broke the bad news to the guys. Micheal said oh well, and that I'd have to be his date tonight. My hubby got a weird look on his face, but more scotch made it better.
We finished our drinks and got up to start dinner. Well I tried to get up but the scotch made me tipsy. As I tried to stand I stumbled and Micheal was there to catch me. His strong hands grabbed my waist and kept me upright. Still holding me, Micheal told my husband to go get the grill ready. Pulling me into him, I couldn't help but feel his bulge. I could tell even soft he was BIG. He leaned and told me "I don't care what your husband is cooking but I plan on feasting on you." My heart started beating faster and I retreated to the kitchen.
Micheal followed me in. I turned my back to him and got the plates ready. I felt his arms around me. I thought I would faint! He smelled so good. He picked me up and sat me on the counter. Leaning in his mouth was even with mine. We kissed softly at first. His tongue pushing into my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him and surrendered to him. His hand behind my head, tilting mine up. His other hand exploring under my dress. My silken panties were pushed aside as his fingers teasingly ran up and down over my kitty.
"I love your pussy, did you shave her just for me?"
I could only nod, and push my body closer, needing more of him. I was flush with excitement, my nipples so hard in my bra. I wanted him to strip me bare and take me. In my house, here where I make my husband breakfast.
He backed away and chuckled, running his wet finger under his nose. "I think I'll save you for desert". He walked away, leaving me panting.
I dimly remember eating dinner. The steaks were excellent and I had tossed together a Ceaser Salad earlier so I only had to sit and try to calm down. Aftetwards I had retreated to the bathroom and decided to tease Micheal back. Taking off my bra, letting my breasts free under my blouse. I stepped out of my panties. Feeling naughty I slipped them into the pocket of Micheal's jacket. Returning to help clean up I saw him looking at my bouncing bosom. I bent over to grab his plate. His hand sneaked up my dress. He moaned as he found my bare wet pussy. I stepped away and watched him sniff his fingers again. I told my husband to start the hot tub.
I showed Micheal the guest bathroom. He told me that he hadn't brought any trunks. He took off his shirt, asking if we could take a dip naked. I panicked and ran to our bedroom. Grabbing my husband's trunks I hurried back to Micheal. I pushed the door open just enough to put the trunks in. He kicked the door open so I could see him. Drinking in his tall naked frame, light covering of gray hairs on his chest, ending at his belly. His hairless crotch only served to emphasize the size of his cock. Hanging low the size and thickness of a can of red bull. He left me holding the trunks as he slowly stroked himself once. I dropped the trunks and fled.
Back in our bedroom I tried to calm down. That gorgeous man downstairs was driving me crazy. Stripping out of my skirt and blouse. Tying the bikini top around me, fitting my breasts into the cups. All of this helped to soothe the fire inside. However stepping into the bikini bottoms and getting them tight on my horny wet pussy didn't help. The urge to just lay back and play with myself was strong.
