"Right, but one that doesn't wear her ring anymore. And judging by the lack of concern your husband shows, I think it is safe to say that this isn't the home of Ward Cleaver."
Ava opened up another beer. "No, you are quite right. Jason and I haven't been living together for a long time now."
Mike glanced over his shoulder and then lowered his voice. "That's cool, 'cause I would really like to see more of you, Ava. One thing I like about those shorts on women is that you can almost see their panties, that is ...unless they are wearing a thong or nothing at all." he added with a hopeful grin.
Ava raised her eyebrows at his inquisition. "I don't know about that myself, I suppose since you showed me yours, I could show you mine." as she stood up, thinking about his picture text earlier. She walked over to the other end of the deck near the grill and peeked through the door. The other men were still watching TV. She took a deep breath and then bent over, pretending to pick something up. Mike was already up and crept up behind her, bending slightly to look, he could see a little of her pink fabric peeking out between her thighs. He got behind her and slid a hand through the leg opening and over her exposed cheek, squeezing it firmly as she shot upright again, spinning around and pushing him off.
"What the fuck, Mike?" she hissed.
He took a step back, hands up in front of him, giggling loudly. "Hey, I just couldn't resist!"
"I think it is time for you to leave," she replied sternly, crossing her arms over her chest, denying him any last look at her augmented 34Ds. He smirked and nodded, turning towards the patio door.
As he walked past the living room, he paused and said a cordial farewell. "Thanks for the invite, guys. See you on the ball field Jonathan." Jason stood up and walked over to shake hands once again, Jonathan only raised his hand and didn't take his eyes off the TV.
Later that evening after Jason had left and Ava was getting ready for bed, her phone buzzed. It was a text message from Mike. "I had a great time today, hope to see more of you later." Ava rolled her eyes and set the phone down and returned to the routine of getting ready for bed. A few minutes later her phone buzzed again. This time it was a picture text from Mike. In it was a picture of his lower torso and waist. He was wearing very tight briefs underwear and the swell of his penis was very noticeable. 'Thought I would show you mine since you showed me yours' was all the message said.
"Uh!" she muttered aloud, placing the phone in quiet mode before setting the phone down again. She wished he would quit teasing and taunting her. She couldn't deny there was some wicked attraction she had for him, but he was not taking the hint to back off. She slipped into bed and tried to drift off to sleep, but her mind was clouded by the brazen touch of the young man at the cookout that day. In the morning, as she stirred awake, she fantasized about him undressing her there on the porch and pushing her roughly over the patio table, shoving her panties into her mouth to keep her quiet while he fucked her even while her husband and son sat unaware in the house. She awoke feeling very horny and wet.
After her shower, she got into her bra and panties and began to apply her makeup when her phone signaled that she had email. As she cleared off the message from a retailer, she noticed that there was another text message from Mike that must have arrived after she muted her phone.
'Aren't you into sexting? Where's my pic?'
Ava sat down looking at his picture again. It was unbelievable what young people were into nowadays. 'Sexting? Did he really forget how old I am?' She pondered this for a moment then threw caution to the wind. Standing in front of the mirror, she took several pictures of herself in the same fashion as he had; waist down to the thighs, showing off her bikini Pink underwear. Some of the pictures she used a mirror and others she took directly. It took a lot more time than she expected since she used multiple angles and poses, not sure whether she wanted to show more or less of her ass. She eventually decided on a pose taken from an angle that profiled the side of her thigh and some of the front of her panties. She placed the picture into the text message and then paused. Should she really do this? He seemed to take every inch she conceded to him and push the limits.
She looked at the picture again. Ava had to admit, she looked pretty good for her age, even if her breasts weren't natural, the rest of her had retained its shape with a little care at the gym and good eating habits. Her thumb hovered over the send button until the sensor felt the presence and registered the command. She closed her mouth tightly thinking to herself, "No turning back now." She returned to the task of getting dressed.
A few hours passed before Mike contacted her again, asking if she were free to talk. A few minutes later her phone rang. "I didn't think you would actually do it" was the first thing he said.
"And good morning to you too" she replied half hearted.
"I have taken a few more of myself and am sending them to you now," he continued. "I want to see more of you too."
"Yeah, right. So you can black mail me later or post them to the internet? I don't think so."
"Alright, so how about a little more in person then? I want to see those panties up close and personal."
"After the last time we were together, I don't know that I could trust you to keep your hands to yourself."
"Come on, what do I have to do? Sing you a song?" he complained.
The picture arrived on her phone and she put him on hold to look at them. There were two pictures of him. The first showed him from the knees up, naked except for his ball cap, which he as wearing cocked to the side. The second was a close up of his erection, which he held in one hand at the base and extended away from his body. Ava, who wasn't a saint during her unmarried years and had seen plenty of man meat, was impressed.
After unmuting the call, Mike said, "What do you think? That was showing a lot more than I am asking for." Point taken, she mused.
"Alright, I tell you what. If you can get three RBI's this weekend, I will let you see my panties up close and personal." Ava challenged.
"Oh, it's on woman, that's just the kind of motivation I need." The two talked and teased each other for a few minutes more before hanging up.
At the game that weekend, Ava was again in her school colors, but the shorts were a little more athletic cut this time and showed more skin. She cheered happily as she watched Jonathan's game play improving, but was a little more reserved when Mike was up to bat.
And each time Mike approached the base, he searched the stands for his inspiration and smiled and one time even extended his bat towards the fences, Babe Ruth style. He scored a double, an infield home run and a sacrifice; four RBI's in total. Ava would have been mortified, but she had a plan.
She didn't stick around this time, instead waiting for Jonathan in the car. Her phone buzzed and she looked to see another picture of Mike's junk with the message, "Hammer time! I be pounding for those panties." Oh my gosh, she wondered aloud. Is he even careful about where he is when he sends these? She rolled down the window and tried to scan the park for him but only saw Jonathan approaching. As he got in the car, she started the engine praising his play and taking a short spin around the park to look for Mike. He could now be seen walking home and she assumed he must have sent it as he walked. Jonathan didn't notice her quick glance towards Mike as he talked about their chances to make the playoffs.
Early the next day, Ava got into her car and drove over to Mike's small apartment. It was an old two story home that had been converted into three apartments. She pulled out her phone to confirm his address, then slipped a package into his mailbox. Then called his phone while she drove away. It was early enough that he wasn't awake yet, as she suspected. "Hey sleepy head, you will want to check your mailbox before the mailman does" was all she said. She laughed all the way home.
As Ava started to make dinner that night, she got a text message from Mike. 'Good one Ava.' She imagined Mike opening the package to find a pair of her panties therein. She had to contain her laughter so that Jonathan wouldn't be suspicious.
After dinner, Ava went for a walk in the neighborhood. Her phone buzzed and she opened it; there was a picture text from Mike. He was holding up the panties and smelling the crotch. She smiled. The panties were cleaned but she had sprayed them with her perfume. Another picture arrive; this one was more humorous and the panties were on his head with one eye looking from the leg hole. A final picture arrived, this time the panties were dangling from his erection. She felt the heat stirring in her capris pants as she looked upon his man hood again. He always seemed to get the better of her. A text message followed. 'I might have to wash these after tonight, lol'. She was satisfied however she had gotten the best of him for once and continued on her walk.
