Going into the bathroom, Mandy could not ever figure out where her towels had gone. And the fact that her stomach and thighs were somewhat sticky gave her pause to think. If she thought about it long enough, it was obvious to her what had happened, but she just didn’t have the details. She would love to remember the details if she could. There was no doubt in her mind, sitting down and examining herself that she had been involved in some degree of sexual activity. Having noticed that her pussy lips were somewhat swollen, told her that she had no doubt, been sexually stimulated at some point. Closer examination almost proved the point when she discovered that she was more than moist between her lips. She was downright coated in her own lubrication. All of this added up in her mind that she had been having fun, but didn’t remember any of it.
She stood up and looked into the full-length mirror. Laughing, she mumbled to the mirror, “Was it good for you?” She took a long look at herself in the mirror, looking for any telltale signs of sexual activity. There was no bruising or marks. She did examine her nipples very carefully. Even looking in the mirror, she could tell that they were obviously puffy and somewhat swollen, but she wasn’t sure if that was from any sexual activity or just from the arousing thoughts she was thinking presently. Her thoughts about what might have happened were leaning in the direction of erotic, which would result in her being somewhat aroused. But closer examination didn’t reveal any indication that she had been touched or fondled in any way. The stickiness on her stomach and pubic area would have to be one thing … his sperm. There was no other explanation for it. And the fact that her towels were missing had to mean something.
She examined more thoroughly her vaginal opening. Spreading her lips apart, she gently inserted a finger into herself. Moving it around she gathered up as much as the thick liquid as she could. Removing her finger she held it up to the light. It was clear and thick. She was by no means, a prude. She knew that the fluid being clear indicated that she was only aroused, and that there was no presence of old stale sperm. He had not fucked her. So why was she so sticky? She could only guess that he had disrobed her, and maybe, just maybe, had ejaculated on her. Maybe he did find her attractive after all, but was hesitant to do anything more. Maybe it was an accident that he couldn’t resist doing his own thing. She was more than curious now, and more than aroused at all the possibilities.
Standing in front of the mirror, she finished her exam of herself. She couldn’t help but notice that her tan was darker than it had ever been. And even at her age, she was looking very nice. Her tits were still very firm and well rounded. She was more than satisfied with her appearance. Judging herself in the mirror, she decided that she would turn up the heat on Ken. She wanted to know what he was thinking. But if he had undressed her and put her to bed, why wouldn’t he just be open about it. She had not been downstairs yet and had not been face to face with her possible lover. Time would tell. Now she was excited. Surely he would let it all out, or at the very least, give himself away. She quickly washed off the stickiness on her stomach and pubic area and put her robe on. She was feeling aroused enough that she didn’t want to mess with panties. Besides, a person never knows what to expect.
Refreshed, she rushed downstairs, slowing down only as she reached the kitchen. She could hear him in there. Rounding the corner, she was already smiling. He was standing at the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup.
“Well, good morning,” she said brightly.
Startled, he turned around. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked, concerned. It was still early and he was wearing his bathrobe, the same one that she had pulled up over his body only two nights before. She thought to herself just how sticky he must have been when he woke up. “I was worried about you, are you ok?” He asked with sincerity.
“Oh yes, after I take my pills, I’m more than fine. In fact, I feel better the day after.” She explained feeling a definite tingling between her legs. She walked over to the counter getting the cup of coffee he had just poured for her. She walked back to the table, watching him closely. He didn’t indicate in any way, whether something had happened or not. It was as if it was a typical morning. “How did you sleep, did you stay up or go to bed?”
“I went to bed right after you did, slept great all night.” He added. Without being coaxed by her, he quickly added, “I helped you up to bed.” He never batted an eye as he said this. Based on what he said, it didn’t tell her anything. She didn’t know if he helped her get to bed undressed or if he just helped her to the bed. Without her questioning, she wouldn’t know either way. She decided to not play into this line of questioning. Maybe if she just listened he might let something slip. She thought to herself that she had not given him any reason to know what had happened to him a few nights before. She just smiled and let him wonder what had happened to him. Now he was doing the same thing to her. Nothing to indicate anything. He smiled at her then sat down at the table. She couldn’t help but feel a warm sensation flow over her as she sat and watched him. She also couldn’t help but wonder if she had been fun for him. She couldn’t have been too much fun since she was sound asleep. She just watched him.
Ok, two can play at this game, she thought. She sat sipping her coffee. She remembered that she had come downstairs wearing only her robe. Maybe it was time to turn up the heat, right now. Being careful how she did it, she pulled one leg up onto the chair, her knee almost up under her chin. Doing this, her robe opened enough that her entire leg was exposed, up to her waist. From where he was sitting, he had an excellent view of her tan thigh. “Anything good in the paper?” she asked, watching him closely.
He sat for a moment, his eyes glued on her exposed leg. “Oh, nothing. Just the usual. It seems that nothing happens around here,” he said smiling at her.
Yea right, nothing. She didn’t think that the night before was nothing. It appeared that he was playing the same game with her. Ok, she thought to herself. Without him noticing, she casually reached down and loosened the sash of her robe. She pulled a little of the robe through the sash, giving her more looseness in the top of her robe. She then put her leg down and moved forward, closer to him. Looking at the newspaper, she pointed to an article and commented on it. He looked at the paper, and then looked up at her. From his position, he would be able to see more than enough of her breasts. Her top was hanging open to the point that her breasts were almost falling out. If he even glanced, he would easily see their roundness and her now hard nipples. Just playing this little game had her more than aroused. He did notice. He sat there for a moment, just staring into her open robe. “Have you read that story yet?” she asked, still staring at where her finger was pointing.