Sasha and I have been dating for about 2 months now and our relationship ship just keeps getting better and better. She is a bit younger than me, being 24. I like that though. She's not yet jaded by a troubled world and still have tons of energy for some of the craziest nights.
Recently, Sasha and I had a night that I thought would be quite tame. Her godfather and his new wife wanted to meet me, so they had us over for dinner.
Before arriving, Sasha told me about her godfather and how she spent a few years living with him when she was in high school. Her parents had just split up and has asked her godfather to take care of here while they settled things. She ended up spending the whole school year with him.
Sasha and I arrive at the front door to the her godfather's house and we ring the bell. No response. She rings it again. Still no response. I get bored and let my eyes linger to Sasha's body. Holy cow she looks great tonight. She's wearing a flower print dress that shows over her shoulders and ends mid-way between her knees and her waist. Kind of short for a family dinner, but I it is pretty warm outside.
My eyes linger down her beautiful slender pale legs. Sasha is nearly full blooded irish. With pale white skin, red hair and the prettiest freckles covering the most sensual parts of her body: her face and her shoulders. We're both a bit tall, I'm 6'4" and she's about 5'9" but seems taller tonight in some high black heeled shoes.
Just as Sasha is about to ring the bell again, the door opens.
"I hear you, I hear you!" a man in his 60's says to us.
"Oh I'm sorry uncle Bruce!" Sasha says. "We were beginning to worry we came on the wrong day!"
"Well you must be Will," the older gentleman says. "Come on in, Sasha you must be freezing in that little get up of yours!"
Bruce is a large man. Looks like he probably played football in college decades ago because his broad shoulder adorn a very robust frame. He's lost some hair on his head, but looks to be doing alright for someone in his 60's
We enter the kitchen and I place our gift of a bottle of wine on the counter.
Bruce gestures to the woman in the kitchen and says "Will, this is my wife, Rose. Rose, this is Will, Sasha's new boyfriend."
Rose turns around and sticks out her hand, "Oh how nice to meet you! Sasha has talked a lot about you! And it looks like she's already right about a few things."
Not sure what Rose means by this, so I look to Sasha who is clearly blushing and she turns away. I look back at Rose who has such a graceful smile. Bruce's wife is probably in her 50's, a bit younger than Bruce and looks to have a ton of energy still in her.
"Very nice to meet you too." I reply.
As Rose walks away from me I check out her glorious backside. She is quite petit, much shorter than my girlfriend, and with a very firm butt and pronounced breasts sticking out above her apron.
Dinner was uneventful but quite tasty. Rose is a great cook and Bruce is a lucky guy. Sasha kept me entertained by playing chicken with me under the table. We'd slide our hands up each other's thighs until the other gave up. I won, but I had a huge advantage in that she wasn't wearing pants like me.
Everyone is pretty tipsy at this point with Rose probably winning in the "clearly the most intoxicated category." She is getting a bit loud, but it is a fun, positive kind of loud. For being in her 50's, Rose has a lot of spunk to her.
"Well how about we move to the living room and open that bottle of wine you brought?" Rose offers.
Sasha and I take seats on the couch while Sasha's godfather sits down opposite us on loveseat. Rose brings in the bottle and asks me to open it since I am "so young and strong."
She hands me the bottle and brushes my bicep almost as though she is checking it out. I worry that Bruce wouldn't take too kindly to this, but he doesn't say anything. Rose walks back out of the room, nearly tripping on herself. Maybe she's had too much to drink?
After opening the bottle, I lean forward to refill Sasha's and Bruce's glasses. I notice Bruce has his eyes on Sasha's legs. "How could I blame him?" I think to myself. She is stunning.
Sasha throws me a sexy smile as I pour. I notice her dress has ridden up her thighs, exposing even more of her beautiful legs. I can't believe she still so risky when we don't have a table to cover us. The sight immediately affects me as I begin to feel my penis grow in my pants.
The four of us continue to drink. We finish the bottle and then finish another. I've totally lost track of time, and realize that everyone is quite toasted at this point. Sasha is getting pretty frisky and probably wants to go home and fuck. Heck she'd probably be willing to spend the night her in the guest room with me. She's never been afraid of people hear us make love.
"I hope everyone loves my homemade cookies!" Rose announces.
Rose enters the room with a tray of her cookies. The cookies are sliding around on the plate as she doesn't pay much attention to where her feet are. One of the cookies falls off the tray. I gesture to grab it, but Rose stops me and tells me she'll get it.
Rose gets down on her knees and bends over to reach the fallen cookie. In the process, Roses's pants partially slide down her butt, revealing her incredibly scandalous underwear. Well, not so scandalous. I've seen Sasha wear worse, but when did a 50 year old woman wear a red, thong to a family dinner party?
A drunken Sasha exclaims "Wow Rose, those are some hot panties you have there!"
I'm not stunned that Sasha felt it appropriate to comment on her godfather's wife's underwear. She's never cared much for sexual barriers. Plus, Sasha was correct. Rose's underwear was super hot!
Rose laughs, a bit embarrassed and stands back up while adjusting her pants.
"Well your godfather thinks it's the only kind of underwear a woman should wear. He says young ladies wear it, but I can't imagine any woman regularly wearing these uncomfortable things!" Rose says.
Bruce is smiling. I bet he likes that the discussion has turned to women's undergarments.
"Oh I love them!" says Sasha. "Its all I wear these days."
Sasha puts her wine glass on the coffee table, stands up and pulls her dress up to her waist to reveal her own stunning red thong. A few red hairs poke out on either side of the tiny underwear.
I am floored. I can't believe Sasha just voluntarily showed off her underwear like that.
"Oh my god that is so cute!" Rose says while pointing as Sasha's underwear. Her 50 year old finger just inches away from my 24 year old girlfriend's mound.
Almost as though Bruce and I don't exist, Rose unzips her pants and open the flaps to show Sasha what her underwear looks like. The two women are facing each other giggling like teenagers on a sleepover, comparing their panties.
"Ahem!" Bruce coughs. "How about you show us what you two are so excited about?" Bruce continues.
"Oh my god sweetie, Sasha and I are wearing the same thong! Isn't that crazy?" Rose says to Bruce. Sasha looks at me and smiles, still holding the front of her dress up.
