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I didn't go out of my way to chat up Rick's wife, Laura, at the company picnic, but I certainly didn't run the other way when the opportunity came up. She'd looked so yummy in the dress she'd worn to the Christmas party that I'd thought of her often since then, though this was the first time I'd actually seen her again since that night. I reintroduced myself and reminded her that we'd been sitting nearly across from each other during dinner at the Christmas party but she told me that she remembered me. I didn't read anything into this, but I also didn't think it would hurt to flirt a little bit, since she was a total MILF. She was probably close to my age, thin and blonde with tits on the smaller side that had clearly been unencumbered by a bra that night at the Christmas party. I did want to at least let her know that her dress made an impression on me, for what it was worth.
"That was a nice looking dress you had on that night," I told her, trying to be merely complimentary.
"I'm glad you liked it," she replied, "but you should have heard Rick. He spent the whole party worrying that I was showing too much skin or that somebody was going to get a peek down my top or that it was too snug around my ass. I thought it looked good, too, but he took the fun out of wearing it."
"What a shame that he was too distracted to appreciate how sexy you looked," I said before I really thought it through completely.
"Sexy?" she asked, a broad smile brightening her face as I realized what I'd let slip. I figured as long as I'd let my opinion known, I might as well run with it.
"Well, yeah," I replied, trying to be nonchalant, "are you going to tell me you didn't think you looked sexy wearing that?"
"I thought it looked nice," she responded, "but I didn't realize that it was 'sexy'."
"Absolutely," I reassured her, deciding to just run with it, "I noticed everything that Rick was worried about, though you never leaned forward enough for me to get a peek down your top. I did notice how much skin you were showing and that it fit quite snugly around your ass, however."
She gave me a look that suggested she was trying to figure out if I was being serious or just having a little fun with her. Although I thought she decided to change the subject, she actually came up with an idea to test which it was.
"Can you show me where the bathrooms are?" she asked, but when I started to point them out, she pulled on my arm and reiterated, "No, show me."
The building that housed the restrooms was a short distance from the picnic pavilion with the entrances modestly hidden behind some tall shrubbery. As we approached, Laura suggested that I go around the opposite end of the shrubbery so it looked like I was heading for the men's room but, once we were both behind the shrubbery, she had me wait outside the ladies' room. After stepping inside briefly, she came back and grabbed my arm, pulling me in with her. She led me through the empty bathroom to the farthest stall, which also happened to be the larger handicapped one. She bolted the door, then threw her arms around my neck so I leaned down to kiss her as my hands slid down to her ass.
We were making out fairly passionately and she had gone so far as to check the bulge in my shorts that was pressing against her belly when we heard the door open and the room got momentarily brighter. We froze in a silent embrace as the intruder actually checked our stall door and, finding it bolted, settled for the one at the other end of the row. We hardly breathed as we heard that door bolt, followed by peeing, unrolling paper, flushing, unbolting, water running, paper towels being dispensed and, finally, the room brightened briefly again. We both breathed a sigh of relief and agreed that this might not be the best place for what just almost happened. Laura checked that the coast was clear once again and we slipped outside. Before heading back to the picnic, we talked about how we could pick up where we'd left off and figured that she could pick me up at work, if we were careful, while their girls were at day camp.
The following Monday, she called me at the office and I suggested a time and place for her to pick me up and she told me what she'd be driving. I was pleasantly surprised later that morning when I climbed into the passenger seat of her minivan and discovered that she was wearing the dress from the Christmas party.