Tracy sent me a text to ask me what I wanted for dinner. We agreed on just some basic meat and potatoes. I convinced her to at least let me bring a bottle of wine as my contribution. Actually I brought two bottles plus a $100 gift card to the local grocery store chain. I know retail people don't make a high salary so I was not about to eat off her for free. Plus it was kind of a simple gesture and it felt right. I knew she would see it the way it was intended.
Tracy answered the door in jeans and a polo shirt, no shoes.
"Hi Bob, right on time. Come in! The kitchen is to your left, head on over there," she said.
I walked into the house, gave her a quick peck on the lips and went into the kitchen with her right behind me.
"I brought two bottles of wine, one we can work on tonight and one for your stock. And I could not come without paying for part of the groceries so I brought you a small gift card for Wally's. Don't argue with me about it; just use it next time you go. It will make me feel better" I said.
"Aren't you sweet! Ok I won't argue this time. Just set the wine on the island. The glasses are in the left cupboard. Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes."
As I opened the wine and poured us each a glass, Tracy tended to the roast and baked potatoes. As ordered we topped it off with just a plain salad with some shredded cheese and croutons on top. Simple, the way I liked it.
We visited about nothing in particular, how our work days went, that it was supposed to rain for the next three days and how badly the area needed it, etc. After the first couple of minutes we were once again in our comfort zone with each other—more comfortable than newlyweds but not tired of each other like old marrieds.
And, quite frankly, I was still checking out her ass while she faced the stove, remembering how it looked last night naked as I was fucking her and how much I had enjoyed playing with it.
There must have been a lull in the conversation. Then I heard Tracy speak.
"You checking out my ass again, Bob?" she asked.
"Guilty! How did you know?"
"I can see your reflection in the microwave," she giggled. "Don't be embarrassed, I've been checking you out in the reflection in the microwave too."
"Do you like what you see?" I asked. I thought it was only appropriate to try and put her on the hot seat in return.
"Of course," she said. "But I think I might prefer you naked, in case you were wondering."
"That's why I like being around you—you are so good for my ego and, as we all know, us men have sensitive egos."
Tracy turned from the stove, came over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I know. Set the table please."
"Yes ma'am," I said. "You have a towel on the back of two of your chairs. Do you want me to leave them there or fold them up to be put away or what?"
"Actually I want you to drape them over the seat of each of those chairs."
"You sure?"
"Yup," she said. "You'll see why in a minute. I also need you to put a couple of hot pad on the table please."
Message received. I placed a towel over the seats of both of the adjoining chairs and two hot pads on the table.
"So," Tracy said, "Do you want this to be a simple dinner or do you want to spice it up a bit?"
I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had something cooked up and I was intrigued, to say the least. Not having any idea what she had in mind, I decided to wade into the water.
"Ok, I give. What does 'spice it up' mean?" I asked.
"First, turn off your cell phone and give it to me."
I turned off my cell phone and gave it to her. She promptly placed it on the island next to her floral arrangement. She then held her cell phone up in the air, turned it off and placed it on the kitchen island next to mine.
"Now, no worries on either of our parts as to any secret recording taking place, audio or visual. It is our time alone together, not to be shared on the internet. We probably trust each other but now there is no question and we can both relax for the rest of the evening. You good?"
"Works for me. Never thought about it but that is a good idea," I said.
"Ready for my spicy idea?" she asked, with hands on her hips and grinning.
I shrugged my shoulders and just smiled at her.
"Follow me," she said.
Tracy walked me around the corner to what I guessed was the guest bedroom She turned the nightstand light on and I could see a pair of grey cotton gym shorts on the bed.
She walked up to me, put both hands on my chest, looked me in the eyes and said, smiling, "Take off your jeans and underwear and leave them here. Then put on the gym trunks and join me back in the kitchen. I prefer barefoot but if your feet are cold you can put your shoes back on, your choice. I guessed medium."
With that, she kissed me on the lips and headed farther down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
I didn't know where this was headed but I did as requested. It felt good to be out of the restriction of the clothes but I also realized that my semi-hard on would be clearly visible and there would be no hiding any excitement from here on out, not to mention any wet spot that might result from some pre-cum. I left the shoes off.
"Go ahead and put the roast on the platter please. I will be right there," Tracy yelled from the bedroom.
About my task I went and put the roast on the table along with our wine glasses and the salad bowl.
"Ok," I heard Tracy say as she walked back into the kitchen. "I'll get the baked potatoes and butter and we will be all set to eat."
I turned away from the table and, if my jaw did not physically drop, it sure felt like it did.
Gone was the polo shirt and jeans. Now she was wearing a sheer white camisole top with spaghetti straps and a jeans skirt so short I could see the bottom of her ass without her bending over. Here nipples were hard and clearly outlined by the cami. Her breasts swayed lightly underneath as she moved.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"How could I not?" I said in almost a whisper.
"I wanted to surprise you but not be too trashy. I thought I would go with the wife beater t-shirt but then decided you would like the cami better. Is the skirt OK?" she asked.
She then turned and bent at the waste to open the over door and check on the status of the dinner rolls, which I did not even know were cooking. As she bent over it was obvious she had no underwear on, as I could see all of her ass and just a hint of her pussy.
I laughed lightly. "The whole outfit is fabulous, especially the skirt. I just find it funny that, with everything on display, you still hold your legs together in such a ladylike fashion to bend down and check out the rolls."
Tracy stood up, twisted around to look at me and grinned, her trademark ponytail bouncing to the other shoulder. She took a quick glance down at my crotch to see the tent beginning to form.
"You're right. Is this better?
With that she bent back down to check on the rolls but this time moved her feet about two feet apart so her thighs were spread much wider. This time I could clearly see not only her entire ass but also her pussy, which was already moist.
"It's much better but I'm about to embarrass myself. These shorts aren't going to hide my excitement much and I am not sure how I am going to be able to focus on dinner now."
Tracy took the rolls out of the oven, put them on a plate and placed them on the table. She then came over to me and pulled out the waist band of my gym shorts with her left hand while running her right hand down into the gym shorts to grab my cock.
"You did follow my instructions," she said. "Feels much better doesn't it, being free like that?
"It feels even better with your hand down there."
She stroked my cock twice, then pulled both hands back out. She grabbed both of my hands and put them on her nearly naked ass.
"So this is our spicy dinner," she said. "Anything goes with touching for either of us throughout dinner, OK? Then we can go play a bit after dinner...that is if you are interested," she said.
I pulled her hips to mine, gave her a light kiss and then a French kiss. "Deal," I said. "Now let's eat."
As we each sat at the table, I looked her and she grinned again. "Now you know why I wanted towels on the seats, don't you?"
I laughed and we proceeded to load our plates up.
We both tried to carry on a somewhat normal conversation but it is tough to eat when you have two perky tits and a clearly visible bush sitting right next to you.
"I'll get us more wine." With that Tracy placed her left hand on my thigh, ran it up under the leg of my gym shorts and discovered my hard cock. She stroked it twice, gave me a quick kiss and moved to get up out of her chair. She did so purposely facing me so that I could see right between her legs and admire her pussy. "You're allowed to touch, too, don't forget."
I admired the movement of her ass cheeks under her skirt as she walked to the island to fetch the wine bottle. As she took the cork out of the bottle, it fell on the floor. She again bent at the waist with her legs spread wide to pick up the cork this time. It was on purpose, as she knew I enjoyed the view. She was doing such a great job of teasing.
She refilled our glasses, making sure to bend over far enough so I could look down her cami and check out her tits and very erect nipples. She poured far slower than she needed to,
I took this as an opportunity to accept her invitation to touch and placed my right hand on the back of her left leg at the knee and started working my way up. She flinched at the first touch of my hand as if it were unexpected, then just stood still with her eyes half closed. Once I got to the junction between her legs, I started rubbing her pussy lips lightly in a circle. She was moist and getting wetter. After about a minute of this she started involuntarily rotating on my hand, then caught herself and finished sitting down.
"We better finish before things get too cold," she said. "Good dinner?"
"Very good," I replied.
I took a sip of my wine, then returned my hand to her thigh under the table. I quickly moved it back up to her crotch and ran my fingers lightly through her landing strip. She adjusted her chair so she could lean back a bit more and spread her legs for me.
"Better?" she asked.
"Much," I said. I now slid my fingers down to massage her lips and clit, then returning to her pussy hair and then back down. Not really trying to accomplish anything but to tease her.
After a few minutes of this, she grabbed my hand and placed my fingers in my mouth, clearly wanting me to taste her pussy juices. When I readily did so, she just grinned.
