It was a hot, humid day in June, typical of June in Alabama. My wife was away at school, and I was home. Alone. And horny as hell.
I decided to go for a walk. Stripped to my shorts, I thought I'd get some sun while I walked. I did a couple of miles, and was sweating like a racehorse. Hearing a vehicle approaching behind me, I turned to see a minivan, driven by my sister-in law, Pam. As she slowed to a stop beside me, she rolled down her window and flashed a sexy smile. I also saw her 2 boys asleep in the back.
"Whatcha up to?" she drawled as only a girl from Alabama can.
"Out for a walk, it's too hot to run," I replied, propping in the open window, enjoying the cool air from the a/c. "I thought you were going to start walking with me."
The a/c wasn't all I was enjoying, as Pam was dressed in a skirt and a low cut sleeveless thingy, which was almost exposing her tits. Tits I dreamed of fondling, but I had always kept my distance. She was my wife's sister, for God's sake. But, like I said, I was alone.
And horny.
"I'd love to walk with you. But you're almost home now..."she trailed off, wistfully.
"Why don't you drop the kids at your mothers, and come back over?" I asked, looking inside at her legs. Feeling bold, I reached in and stroked her arm lightly, caressing her bicep, near her succulent breast."I'm already sweaty, so ..."
"I don't know. We don't need to start any rumors."
"How are we going to start any rumors, just walking?" Encouraged when she didn't move her arm away, I slipped my hand up to caress her cheek, then down to her neck, pulling her slightly toward my face. I was now only inches from her lips, lips I wanted to kiss, yet knew not to try, not right now.
But I couldn't resist her breasts. With the tip of my index finger, I stroked downward from the hollow at the base of her throat, as far down as I could between her tits. She was wearing rose tinted shades, and I could barely see her eyes, but I could see that she had closed them, and leaned her head against the headrest.
"Ummmm, you shouldn't be doing that," she said, without conviction.
"What should I be doing?" I asked, undoing the highest button she had buttoned."Should I stop?"