AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are reading this for the first time, I suggest you read
"An Afternoon With Amanda."
(This story is set 7 days after An Afternoon With Amanda)
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I was really looking forward to the long weekend. My wife, Jen, was going to Rome on business for four days. This meant little or no contact from her. You might think that was odd, but after almost twenty years together, I was used to it.
Yes, it was going to be a nice weekend. I would be able to catch up on and complete some projects I had, I would be in charge of the TV remote control for four days and I could eat and drink what I wanted, when I wanted.
It was pure coincidence that Robert, Amanda's boyfriend and Jen's nephew, was also out of the country for the weekend, although he would be back a day earlier than Jen. He was having a "guy's weekend" away with his friends. They would be going to Amsterdam, Jen told me.
The memory of last week was still fresh in my mind and I was glad that there hadn't been any family get-togethers over that time. It might have been uncomfortable for both myself and Amanda.
I was also fairly convinced that had we met again, Jen would have picked up on my discomfort and awkward questions would have been asked. I hadn't received any texts from Amanda either.
Part of me was again relieved but there was a small part of me that wondered if that afternoon of a week ago was there was. I, of course, didn't message her either, because knowing me as I do, I would surely have been found out.
I stood in the hallway of our apartment and watched as Jen finally closed and locked her suitcase. For someone who was only going away for four days, she had packed for a month.
"You can't be too careful," she said.
"I never know what outfit I might need."
As she picked up the suitcase from the spare bed, she said, "You're a man and will never understand."
Dressed in a pair of black slacks, a powder blue blouse, a long cardigan and a pair of black Vans pumps, Jen walked out of the bedroom and offered me the suitcase to take from her.
I followed her out of the flat, down a flight of stairs and out into a quadrangle.
It was a bright and warm, sunny morning. I walked with her to the taxi that was waiting in the car park, near to the flats.
We kissed and hugged and I told her to have a good time.
As I walked back to our apartment, Amanda and Robert walked towards me.
Robert was dressed in sweat pants, an tee shirt with the logo of some band or other. Over this he wore long, black raincoat.
Amanda wore black yoga leggings and a baggy, black sweatshirt. Both wore trainers. My gaze also took in the fact that her leggings were skin tight and pulled up just enough to create a pleasing camel toe.
I felt my cock twitch its approval.
"Has Aunt Jen left?" asked Robert, setting his sports bag on the ground.
"I wanted to say goodbye."
"Yeah," I nodded, looking in the direction that the taxi had driven.
"We both thought you had gone earlier. You could have saved yourselves a journey, if we had known."
"He'd be late for his own funeral," said Amanda, pointing her thumb in Robert's direction. "So it's down to me to be his taxi driver."
"What are you going to do with yourself, while Aunt Jen is away?" asked Robert.
"Oh, I'll be fine," I replied. "I've got some jobs that need to be done and Netflix will ensure that I won't be bored."
I looked at Amanda and asked, "What about you? What plans have you this weekend?"
She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Oh I've a few things to keep me occupied and I'll be seeing some friends later."
She winked at me.
I said goodbye to them both and began to walk away.
I turned around just in time to see Robert climbing into Amanda's car. He waved and then ducked out of view.
Before she climbed into the driver's side, Amanda gave me a wave and another wink. She turned to face the side of the car and bent over to adjust the driver's seat, affording me a delightful view of her backside.
It was a perfect peach.
The material of the leggings was taut across her rear and pulled right up the crack between her cheeks.
I could feel my cock starting to stir in my jeans. Amanda stood up again, turned to face me, smiled as if she knew what effect her little display had on me and then climbed into the car. I heard the car engine roar into life as I made my way back home.
As I opened the front door to the apartment, the memory of Amanda's gorgeous arse was still clear in my mind. I closed and locked the door and quickly made my way to the bedroom, whereupon I stripped, naked.
My cock was rising to attention as I climbed onto the bed. I lay there naked, cock in hand and the vision of her ass in my head.
I came after only a few strokes of my cock, such was the intensity of that image, which ensured that it was a heavy orgasm.
I lay there for a short while, regaining my breath.
Thoughts and images dancing in my mind.
I wanted to taste her pussy again and slide my tongue over her cute puckered anus. I wanted to slide my cock into her tight cunt and fuck her brains out.
My train of thought was derailed by the sound of my phone blipping.
I got off the bed and went to bathroom to clean up and then I padded, naked, into the lounge to retrieve my phone.
There were three messages: two from Jen and one from Amanda.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw that Amanda had messaged me, but I read Jen's messages first. One to say that she had made it through airport security with the minimum of fuss and another to say that she was boarding her flight and would message me again once she had arrived in Rome.
I took my time when reading Amanda's message: "Hey there big boy. I've just dropped Robert off and am now on my way back. Feeling ultra horny, so keep that door unlocked and be waiting for me. I have things to do and I want to do them with you. See you in 10..."
I quickly dressed, in sweat pants, sans underwear and a tee shirt, unlocked the front door and waited...
"I thought I would find you in bed," said Amanda as she walked into the hall. She was surprised to find me, sitting on the sofa, in the lounge.
"You're not always going to come in and find me masturbating," I replied, smiling.
Just thinking about her and anticipating what was to happen had caused my cock to become hard again and with me not wearing underwear, the effect was all too plain to see as it formed a tent in my sweat pants.