Playdate becomes more....

[Ldy_Sea]

I pull up in front of my sons friends house. I hadn't met the mom yet, but her son and mine had hit it off at school so we set up a playdate so the boys could have fun, and maybe I could make a new friend. My My son and I walked hand in hand toward the house, when his friend came running around the corner. Tommy he screams come see my treehouse, and the boys take off running.

I knock on the door waiting for someone to let me in. I stood there thinking, I really could use a new frined since we just moved to this town, I don't know anyone. I glanced down at my outfit. Not bad Celeste, i think to myself. The door opens and I smile ready to introduce myself...

 

[stendert]

As I hear a knock on the door, I'm quite annoyed. I told Isabel that I would do a work out and afterwards would take a quick shower. Apparently she forgot her keys again. I put on my jeans, turn of the water and walk downstairs. This is just one of those little things that annoyed me more then was reasonable. It looked like our marriage had turned in really bad movie, very unoriginal. We both worked too hard, had a mortgage that was way too high, and we were fighting and bickering at each other over each every little thing. The only thing keeping us together seemed to be the love for our boy, and the reluctance to admit we failed at being a couple.
"I told you to take your keys," I practically yell as I am opening the door.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

I stood there in shock at the man screming at me. "T think you were expecting someone else?" I say trying to regain my composure. "I'm Celeste, Charlies mom. Isabel and I set up a playdate for our boys today."

 

[stendert]

“Hi, sorry for that, I thought Isabel…”

Suddenly I am painfully aware of the situation. Just wearing jeans, my fly not even zipped, bare feet, and yelling at a woman I have not met before. So much for first impressions.

“Let’s start over, Hi I’m Jason, Isabel told me you would drop the boy of, it just slipped my mind, would you like to come in, I think Isabel will be home in a bit, I could offer you some homemade Icetea.”

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Celeste samiles at him. "Thanks. Iced Tea sounds wonderful." Stepping into the house and looking around "Nice home you have here. she says stepping into the small foyer her breasts rubbing his chest as she squeezed by.

 

[stendert]

The feeling of her breasts stroking my chest as she passes feels nice. A whiff of delicate perfume following her. It is suiting her petit appearance, not to powerful but a playful slightly seductive scent. The question lingers my mind if this was really accidental. Is she coming on to me, or am I just making things up. Did I just see to many movies?

I point towards the direction of the kitchen, as she turns and starts to walk, her long vest swirls, uncovering short jeans that accentuate her perfect cheeks just for a moment.
As she looks over her shoulder, she must see me eying her ass. I quickly change my focus.

“Just grab a chair,” I say, “Isabel told me your new in town, if I may ask, what brings you to this neck of the woods?”

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"I was living in a small town called Woodbury, in Ga. Some stuff started to happen there, stuff that I didn't like, so I decied to move somewhere a bit more...normal." The house was a pretty comfortable temperature, so Celeste took off the sweater she was wearing and drapped it over the back of a chair.

Sitting down, she crossed her long lean legs and starts rubbing her ankle and wiggling her polished toes showing in her open toe sandals she wore. Nodding at her foot, she says "I hope you don't mind, I'm still recovering from a sprained ankle, and sometimes it gets real stiff and starts to hurt."

 

[stendert]

As Celeste bends to rub her ankle I get an unexpected down blouse view -well shaped perky tits, a b-cup, I guess- that is impossible to ignore. I takes more then a couple of seconds to regain my composure. “come on Jason, you’re married” I tell myself.

“I know, I’ve had my number of sprained ankles, being quite competitive at the sports I play. Have you tried massaging the pressure points, like in foot reflexology? From experience I know that can really ease the recovery.”

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"No I haven't. I wanted to try, but I'm not flexible enough to do that for long." She says looking out the window at the boys running around in the backyard.

 

[stendert]

I take a chair, place it opposite to her and sit down.
“Rest your feet on my leg, right here,” I say, “believe me, your ankle will feel a lot better after this.”

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Slipping off her open toe strappy sandal, she rests her naked and well groomed foot on his lap and waits nervously this strange mane to make her feel better.

 

[stendert]

She puts her foot on my lap, since my flaccid manliness prefers dangling right, its completely in line with the sole of her foot, and slowly awaking as if it senses and wants to make clear; “Hey I’m ready”. I take her foot with both hands, my thumbs on her instep, my fingers pressuring the sides gently. I then lift her feet to slowly rotate her ankle, feeling my half hardness bulging my pants. When I rest it again, with the toes pointing upwards so I can apply pressure to the sole, her heel tenses my jeans, effectively opening my unzipped fly, partly exposing my growing.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Trying to ignore his partially exposed member, Celeste closes her eyes and leans back in her seat, letting him massage her injured foot. IT really did feel good. She didn't know if reflexology was real or something akin to magnet therapy or pyramid power, but whether or not it worked, she couldn't deny her foot was feeling better.

The massage did have an unexpected effect on her. Her juices started to flow a bit. IT surprised her, but she couldn't deny it. a low moan escaped her lips, and she hoped he didn't realize that it was at least partly from becoming aroused.

 

[stendert]

As I take her foot in my right hand, I see her eyes closing and take the opportunity to casually straighten my jeans, though slightly uncomfortable I’m at least decent again.

“You know, it’s all connected, when one link in the chain is strained, others will try to compensate.”
When I speak she shrugs, like being awakened from a daydream.

I move my hand to her calf, gently molding it.

“Can you feel the tension here?”

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"Are you sure this isn't just a ploy to feel me up?" she asks gently teasing.

 

[stendert]

“Well Celeste, what makes you get such an idea,” I say as if I take offence in that remark.

“If I wanted to feel you up, I would probably do something like this,” I say while moving my hands up her thigh and keep going till I am almost touching the short jeans, then I withdraw, getting back to her foot “But I’m not doing that, I’m just working your ankle here.”

 

[Ldy_Sea]

A sly smile darts across her face as she felt his hand slide up her thigh almost to the hem of her Daisy Dukes. "Tsk Tsk Tsk what would Isabel think if she saw you do that?" She asks not pulling her leg away from him.

 

[stendert]

“I’m not so much worried about what she thinks as I am about what she would do if she would misinterpret this situation. This town would probably get a lot less normal very quickly”

I place my hands on both her hips, then follow the curves of her sides, my arns resting just below her armpits, the palm of my hands on her sideboobs.

“It would be very hard to construe me just checking the posture of your upper body to be some kind of sexual innuendo, don’t you think?

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"Lets see, my foots in your lap, your hands on my boobs, yeah this would seem pefectly innocent to anyone who saw us." The sarcasm was so thick it could be cut with a knife, but she wasn't pulling away and the smile on her face, and with her eyes still closed she definitly wasn't trying to stop him.

 

[stendert]

“Well, we really have no influence on what people might wrongly infer, I mean, people can assume the weirdest things.”

Slowly I move my hands and start unbuttoning her blouse.

“They might say things like, he’s feeling her up, or he just wants to look at her tits, while we both are perfectly aware that tight clothing can be a hindrance to breathing freely, that in its turn can be the cause of a wrong posture, and then suddenly you misstep and spray your ankle, you see, it’s all connected, and in all directions. So is your ankle the result or the origin?"

 

[Ldy_Sea]

She sits there silently with an amused smile on her face. She doesn't say anything as her shirt is unbuttoned.

The silence is broken by a young boys voice "Mommmmm"