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."
