Gene is closely watching his favorite football team on his large screen television. Only a few minutes remain in the fourth quarter. But his team is losing 14 to 17, and their star quarterback had just thrown a deep pass that had been intercepted by the other team. The opposition had the ball on their 42 yard line.
Gene says out loud: "That could have been a touchdown, if only it had been caught."
Outside, the wind is blowing; it is raining. Some trees are still dressed in leaves, both green and their Fall colors of red and yellow. Some trees are bare on the top but still covered with leaves from their center and down. A few trees are completely bare -- brown limbs completely exposed as they reached toward the gray afternoon sky. It is a cool Fall day.
The opposing football team had just run two plays. The ball is now on the 49 yard line. There is still hope for Gene's favorite team -- -- if only they could get the ball. Then a long successful pass possibly could become a touchdown. Or a field goal could be made and possibly tie the game; maybe his team could win in an overtime game.
Gene heard a noise, looks up, and sees Sandra walk into the room. They were good friends, but becoming much better friends and companions with each passing month. Actually they were very special friends -- -- with each giving and receiving many benefits. Close benefits! Intimate benefits! Each has know the other, completely -- numerous times!
"How are they doing, Sweetheart?" Sandra asks.
"Losing by three points. Their long pass was just intercepted. The other team has the ball. Less then a minute to play."
Sandra stops about five feet from the television. She is wearing a heavy dark yellow bathrobe with black trim and a black belt. Slippers cover her feet. She is almost completely covered -- only her head, hands, wrists, and ankles are exposed. Her finger nails are painted red.
"I just had a nice long soak in the tub. I thought you were going to join me, Gene." Sandra states. "You could have rubbed my back. And any place else that you desired."
"I was going to but this football game is longer then I thought it would be." Gene glanced at his very special friend -- -- but his attention soon returned to the football game. He knew that benefits would come soon -- -- both would give and receive pleasures. Female and male pleasures. Many sexual pleasures.
The opposition ran the foot ball trying to get the first down. Their running back is still moving forward, his legs still moving. He starts to go down, as he is tackled for a possible loss -- -- but quickly tosses the ball backward to a team mate. The ball is advanced to the 46 yard line. But it is the 46 yard line of Gene's favorite team. The opposition team had the ball, they had a new set of downs. Less then thirty seconds remain in the game. After a time out, the opposition quarterback got the ball and put a knee down on the ground. The final seconds tick off the clock. The game is over -- -- Gene's favorite team lost: 14 to 17.
"They lost by three points. They had several scoring opportunities during the game but failed to score." Gene says, as he turns off the television.
"I will let you SCORE with me." Sandra says.
"How can I score with you?"
"In many different ways."
Their eyes meet, both smile and softly laugh. Both know a variety of sexual ways to score.
Sandra walks slowly toward Gene. With each step, the heavy dark yellow bathrobe is slowly removed. The black belt is untied with the first step. With several more steps, she pushes the bathrobe off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Slowly, Sandra kicks off one slipper. Then the other slipper is kicked off. Her feet are bare. Her toenails are painted red -- and match her finger nails. She is wearing a sheer red gown. Her soft curves, nipples, and pubic hair are very evident through the very sheer red gown.
"Are you trying to be like the trees as they slowly shed their yellow and red leaves and become bare? Their bare limbs stretching toward the grey sky."
"Yes. Then you can enter me with your erect limb and fill me with your manhood, and drain your male juice into my moist tunnel."
"That sounds like you are saying: Fuck Me!" Gene states.
"There are lots of ways to say, do, and show something. But, YES. I want you to fuck me."
"One of the things that I like about you is that you are direct and to the point. You do not procrastinate."
Sandra continues walking slowly toward Gene. Her ample breasts push against the top of her sheer red gown. Her neatly trimmed pussy hair is evident through the sheer red thong. Sandra unties the belt of the red gown and pushes it off her shoulders. Like some of the trees outside, her top is bare -- -- her bottom is still covered.
Sandra stands directly in front of Gene. Slowly she moves her arms upward toward the ceiling. Her breasts move upward slightly.
"I love looking at your boobs, Baby. I love watching you play with your boobs. But best of all, I love licking and sucking your boobs and teats."
"Look, Sweetheart -- -- while I play with my boobs."
For several minutes, Sandra massages her breasts -- -- while pinching and pulling her nipples.
"I love watching you play with your boobs, Sweetheart."
"What do I get to play with, Gene?"
"You know what to play with. You make wonderful music playing my organ."
Sandra slowly pushes the sheer red thong over her hips. It slowly slides down her shapely legs and touches the floor. Now she is stark naked, facing Gene, and stands about four feet from him. Her legs are spread, her hands are on her hips. She twists and moves her upper body. Her breasts juggle, bounce, and sway. She continues showing her smooth clean flesh for his pleasure.
Gene looks at the shapely female flesh that is his to appreciate and enjoy. And to know -- frequently. Now and in the future.
Sandra watches Gene's eyes as they move up and down and across her bare body. It seems that his eyes are touching her entire body like his hands touch her body. Gentle and light touches, some heavy touches, some massaging touches -- -- but always a variety of touching.
"You like watching me play with my breasts?"
"YES! I like a boob show. Always have -- -- always will."
"Do you want me to continue the boob show?"
"Yes."
<> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> Both had been previously married, both had satisfactory marriages that had gradually become bad. Both had obtained divorces within the past two years. Gene was older, but each was at the age where common interests and similar experiences were much more important then age.
<> <> Both worked for the same company but at different locations in the same large city. Through work contacts, each had discovered the other. Their casual friendship had become more serious with the passing of each Season: Winter to Spring to Summer. Now it is Fall. <> <> <> <> <>
Quickly, Gene glances outside. The sky is gray -- -- a continuous blanket of clouds, it is still raining. The wind continues to blow and undress the trees of their covering of leaves. He turns his head and looks at Sandra. She is completely bare. Just as the trees had shed their yellow and red leaves and become completely bare and naked -- -- Sandra had shed her yellow bathrobe, sheer red gown, and red thong panties to become completely bare. Completely nude; her female charms readily available. Only her fingernails and toenails are covered with the red polish. She is not wearing any jewelry.
Sandra is standing directly in front of Gene. She is supporting the underside of an ample firm breast with each hand. Her pinkish-brown nipples are enlarged and completely exposed. Her legs are spread. Gene looks -- -- as she twists and turns her stark naked body.
"Like what you see, Gene?"
Gene looks at her neatly trimmed pussy hair. He looks at her breasts and nipples. He looks at her face -- their eyes meet. He continues looking at her pleasing curves.
Finally, he says: "Yes. And I enjoyed watching you last night as you trimmed your pubic hair."
