Pulling past the "Bob and Louise" mailbox into our Florida driveway after 6 weeks on the road, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed with my wife and sleep.
Until I got inside and saw the half-naked college blonde. Bikini bra, thong, fishnets.
Sleep could wait.
"Helloooo, Bob." She ogled herself in the hallway full length, then piroutted toward me. "What do you think?"
What I was thinking has gotten many a-face slapped. Changing the subject, I demanded, "Who are you? And where's Louise?"
"The Missus? She told me wouldn't be home for an hour. As for who I am," she flounced onto the overstuffed sofa and stretched her arms, "I'm your coming home gift."
"My WHAT?"
Shifting onto one side, she drew up her shapely, sun-burnished legs. "Last night, Louise was telling everyone at Smokey's you'd been on the road so long, you deserved a treat. So - here I am!"
I was floored. "This is Louise's idea? Seriously?" We'd begun talking about an open-marriage arrangement. But this initiative of Ellen's was unexpected - and exciting!
"Honest!" She jumped up and raised her right hand in mock seriousness. "Now, let's get this party started."
She fired up a boombox. Heavy bass beat. Whatever it was was appropriate! Using the coffee table as a footrest, she very slowly rolled off her fishnets. Then she began to dance. Slowly, teasingly. I was watching a sexy stranger strip for me in my own living room. Dropping into a recliner, I looked on, thinking, "If it's OK with Louise..."
Her fingers went to her chest and she undid the banana-yellow bra. It fluttered to the floor behind her. Freed from cotton bondage, two full, jiggly Cs bounced and swayed.
"What's your name?" I managed as she swung and twirled around the center of the room.
"Jennifer." The cutie winked and asked, "Will you help me get my panties off?" She bopped over to where I sat.
Reaching for the waistband, I slipped them down over naked thighs. She stepped out of them. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her stomach and began sliding them down.
She danced back, wagging a finger reprovingly. "Ah, Ah, Ah! Enough parlor play. This needs to go to the bedroom!" Her eyes promised adult fun.
Following that high, round ass as it wiggled down the hall, I felt like I'd won the pussy lottery.
"Alright Mister, lay down!" Jennifer commanded. I stretched out on the waterbed and the Spring Break hottie squatted atop my chest, her bent knees about my head and her fragrance nearly in my face. She quickly lashed my wrists to the bedposts with the discarded fishnets. They were still warm.
Moving up, young Jennifer pushed her wetness against my lips. She wriggled, moaning. "Bet you didn't get any of this on the lonesome highway!"
My only response was an invasive tongue.
Grabbing the headboard, she began crying and rubbed it faster against my accomodating lips. Her tits bobbed, her hips worked in circles. Soon, her orgasmic flow drenched me.
The front door.
Jennifer and I both jerked our heads toward the sound. "Louise is home!" I couldn't wait to thank her.
Jennifer jumped up. "I'll go tell her we're in here. Don't go away!" She laughed and shook a curvy schoolgirl hip at me.
