This is the third story in a long line of stories involving me and Stephanie some or all of which may or may not be true and or exaggerated. Like last time, feel free to leave me any comments telling me what you think, and I'll see you real soon!
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In the weeks following my last escapade with Stephanie and her teasing refusal to sleep with me I was educated on something I had only a fleeting familiarity with, "Sexting." Stephanie had been lighting my phone up with naughty texts and pictures through the days, escalating each night towards me sitting on my couch next to a tube of lotion and a box of kleenex with no pants on. After multiple attempts to get her over to my place to do the job herself, she finally said yes. Joe was out of town for his job, their oldest child was home to watch their youngest, and I suspect she had finally started to tire of simply teasing me via text message.
So I cleaned the place up a little bit, took a quick shower, and sat down in my fluffy towel robe to tell her I was ready whenever she was. Joe and her only lived a few miles from me so I knew it would only take a few minutes for her to get to my apartment. About 20 minutes or so later I heard a knock on my door and I got up to let her in, my fluffy robe hanging slightly, and intentionally, open. When I opened the door I had intended to tease her a little bit by "putting on a show" with my slightly open robe but all thoughts of that quickly vacated my head once I noticed her attire. She had her hair tied into cute little curly pigtails, with bright pink bubblegum lipstick, a big thick long white coat that came down to her knees and pink leather boots that went up high enough on her legs that I couldn't see the tops thanks to her coat and she was holding a brown paper bag.
"Hey there tiger, sorry it took me so long. I wanted to stop and pick up a bottle of vodka, my gag reflex disappears when I'm drunk after all!"
I just smiled, "Yup those are the magic words, come on in and make yourself comfortable." She stepped in and closed the door behind her.
"What a wonderful idea, I see you've beat me to the punch though." She reached her hand forward and gave my dick a quick squeeze through the front of my open robe. "Can I get a glass for my drink?" she asked, sitting down on my couch. I grabbed a glass for her and she proceeded to pour herself a tall drink.
We sat there chatting for a bit as she drank her vodka. That's when I found out that she and Joe were apparently swingers, although they had slowed down in recent years compared to their twenties. I was pretty curious about that, more her involvement than my brothers obviously, so I asked a few questions about how it worked and how often they were taking part in these extracurricular activities. The most interesting little tidbit I heard was definitely her revealing to me that she had sucked, fucked, jerked, or generally played with over 300 different cocks in her life! Of course, like any other guy would have I had to ask how I stacked up, to which she responded uncertainly third, fourth, or fifth. It definitely wasn't in the top two though since apparently, they were large enough to be quite memorable. And realistically, I have no way of knowing if her ranking of me was true or just a king ego boost but I chose to take it as the truth, again like most guys would.
Before long most of the bottle of vodka was gone and I asked if she wanted to remove her coat to get more comfortable. I was absolutely dying to see what was under that big coat! She winked, set down her glass, stood up and started slowly unbuttoning the front of her coat. With each button she undid, I got a little more excited, my cock got a little harder, and stuck out the front of my robe a little more. By the time the last button was undone and she let the coat slip from her shoulders I was practically panting and twitching. Underneath was a matching set of pink and white lacy see-through bra and panties with little bows on them that screamed innocence and pure naughty evil at the same time. "You have no idea how much of a turn on it was walking into the liquor store dressed like this under my coat," she said, pulling me to my feet.