(The characters in this fictitious tale are over 18)
My little cousin heard I was in town and invited me to dinner. I haven't seen Nikki since that night she gave me a foot massage and rubbed my feet against her crotch until she came. That was last Christmas and my side of the family left about twenty minutes later. Nikki and I haven't even discussed the incident.
It's been six months. She heard I was coming to town and invited me to dinner.
Nikki is house sitting for friends. I'm right on time for dinner. I hope she likes this wine.
Before I can even park the rental car, Nikki runs out of the front door screaming, "Michael!" She flings open my door and plants her ass in my lap sidesaddle. "Oh, Michael, it's been too long." A wet kiss, and another. "I have such a fun night planned for us!"
"Hi, beautiful!" I say. "I've been looking forward to this! And if you let me get out of this car, you can show me what you have up your sleeve."
She lets me out, straightens her pretty yellow sun dress, and the tour begins. As we walk the stately home arm in arm, we catch up on family gossip, her recent divorce, and mine.
Dinner is great, and we're into a second bottle of wine when she says, "I thought we'd sit in the hammock and finish our wine after dinner."
"That sounds great," I smiled.
"Cool, I'll just be a minute," she rises and leaves the room.
I clear the table and pour more wine. The hammock hangs from posts on the back porch, with a view of a forested valley for miles.
I wait, barefoot in the hammock, carefully sipping wine. Nikki saunters out wearing a one-piece orange swimsuit that gets my attention.
I ask, "Are we going swimming?"
"I thought we could hit the hot tub after our food settles," she says, taking my wine glass and draining it.
Nikki climbs up the railing and eases herself onto the large hammock one leg at a time. "Besides, I wanted to show off my new suit."
I'm watching her spread her legs and carefully sit at the other end of the hammock, thinking she's the sexiest thing in the world. I'm speechless.