The following story is my April Fool's Day 2018 Contest submission. I know it is a lot shorter than most of my stories, but I really hope you like it all the same.
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"Damn she's hot." I thought to myself as I watched April walk across the pool deck toward her house. I couldn't help but admire the way her hips rolled as she walked or the way her tits jiggled with each step she took. If you could call it a bathing suit, she was wearing one.
It was white and consisted of a bottom that didn't even try to cover the cheeks of her ass and the top was doing its best and failing, to control her breasts as they jiggled and bounced back and forth. Her blonde hair was tied back in a long pony tail that reached midway down her back even though it was tied high on her head. And thanks to the Miami sun, her tan, even on the last day of March was spectacular.
I was sitting in the kitchen with my best friend from high school drinking a beer and reminiscing about the old days from high school, back before he joined the Coast Guard and I went off to explore the ladies in Gainesville at the University of Florida. Darren looked at me from across the table as I gawked at his mother. shaking his head asked me if I could make it any more obvious that I was checking her out.
"Maybe? Watch this." I quipped as April opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
"Chris! Nobody told me you were coming over!" she exclaimed, beaming at me as she walked toward the table.
"It's a surprise visit. How's the hottest mom on the street doing?" I asked with a wink as I stood up to hug her.
"It looks like four years in Gainesville has given someone a lot more confidence around women. You used to blush and leave the room when I wore a bikini like this," she replied with a laugh, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek.
"Just enough to piss your son off apparently." I said as I saw Darren's face turn red with embarrassment or anger.
"He's young, he'll get over it." April purred as she ran a fingernail under my chin and smiled at Darren.
"Do you two want me to leave so you can have the place to yourself?" he asked, settling back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.
"Nah, your mom knows I'd be like a dog chasing a car. I wouldn't be able to drive her if I caught her." I said, trying to ease the tension.
"Oh Chris! Who said you would be doing the driving?" April asked, smiling as she turned to leave the kitchen. Pausing at the door she turned and added, "Don't go anywhere boys; I'm taking the two of you out to dinner, I just need to get ready."
The Coast Guard apparently let its members use steroids because after almost four years Darren had put on close to forty pounds and none of it looked like fat. His arms looked more like cannons than guns and his chest was huge compared to mine. I suddenly remembered him breaking Dennis Carrington's nose in high school because Dennis had the misfortune of being the first of our little social group to call April a MILF.
The fight, if you want to call it that, consisted of two hits: Darren hit Dennis and Dennis hit the floor. Afterwards, the rest of us were a bit more discrete when we used that term around Darren. Now I was looking at a guy who had spent three years as a Coast Guard Rescue Swimmer in Hawaii and he had the muscle mass to prove it. I decided that discretion was indeed the better part of valor and tried to brush off what I had started.
"Okay Darren, I was out of line and I apologize." I said as I sat back down.
"Yeah. Look Dude, don't hit on my mom. It pisses me off. She has enough assholes that do it where she works and I can't control that." he said with his eyes going flat.
"Mea culpa Brother. Mea culpa." I said, raising both hands in the air and sitting back down at the table.
For the next thirty minutes I asked him questions about being stationed in Hawaii for three years and I was rewarded with some spectacular stories about the women, bars, tourist attractions and stupidity of a lot of boaters in the islands. Who knew that there were idiots who would take a thirty-foot-long sailboat into a typhoon with 105 mph winds and expect it to be floating at the end of the storm?
He had just finished telling me the tale of a beach bunny with a penchant for sailors and secluded beach coves when April walked back into the kitchen. I was totally dumbstruck when she walked in. Her hair was down now and landed about six inches below the top of her perfect ass. She was wearing a navy blue sundress that barely hit midthigh, and the top of it showed enough cleavage that any infant in the area would have seen a lunch buffet. It was topped off by a pair of red four-inch stiletto heels that all but screamed "Catch me: Fuck me."
"Ready to go boys?" she asked, in what I was certain was an innocent question.
"Any time; just say when." I said, winking at her.
"Tease." she replied as Darren stood up, giving me a look that squelched any innuendo I could have responded with.
Dinner was certainly different. By the time we had finished our steaks April had finished three Margaritas and was starting a forth. She had passed tipsy after the second one and was now well on the way to being drunk. I knew she was toasted when I felt her foot rub against my leg more than once during dinner.
The booth we were seated in was small and each time her foot found my leg she would shift around a bit and ask Darren an innocuous question. The first time it happened I was sure it was an accident, but by the third time I was certain it was on purpose and I felt my jeans begin to get a tad tight in the crotch. When Darren excused himself to go to the restroom April dropped all pretense and simply lifted her foot and placed it in my lap, rubbing her foot slowly across my crotch.
"Thank God! I was beginning to think I was losing my touch." she said, looking at me over the top of her glass and smiling.
"Not even close, now explain to me what is going on."
"What? A cougar can't find a cub to play with?"
"Sure she can, but why me?"
"You're adorable when you get flustered, has anyone ever told you that?" she replied with a wink.
"Once or twice."
"Let's take the party back to my house." she said, removing her foot and leaning over, presumably to put her shoe back on.
"What party?" I asked.
