With My Son's Bully (Closed for saedo)

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With My Son's Bully (Closed for lisahotnsxy)

Christine Swift, 39

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Christine is living the typical life of a married mother of two boys. She first met Greg, her husband, as a freshman in college. In her junior year, she conceived her first child, Brian, with Greg and they married soon after. Despite the enormous time commitment of having a child, she remained in school and graduated with a degree majoring in literature. After college, Greg went to law school, and Christine found work as an editor. Three years later Christine had her second child with Greg, and she decided to leave her job so that she could care for her two boys while Greg accepted an offer at a local law firm. Even though she felt she was making the rational choice by leaving her job, she always felt like she was missing out on so many life experiences at such a young age.

Brian is now a senior in high school on the verge of graduating, and Steven is in his last year of junior high. Christine keeps a very active lifestyle as a housewife. When she isn’t shuttling one of her boys around to school or one of their extracurricular activities, she’s participating in the PTA, preparing dinner, constantly cleaning the house so that it is in suitable shape, volunteering for a community event, or keeping her body in great shape by working out at the gym. Christine loved the confidence boost she would get by going to the gym. Ever since she entered her 30s, Christine noticed she was craving sex more than ever, while her husband was on a sexual decline to the point it was now almost non-existent. It left Christine feeling unwanted and undesirable. However when she was at the gym, she would notice all the often younger, well-toned men checking her out. A few of them would even smile at her and talk to her in a lightly flirtatious manner. She found the attention very intoxicating.

Today was a rare day where she felt she had some time on her hands. Her son Brian is the substitute catcher on the baseball team, so she decided that she would watch him play on such a nice day. She threw on sunglasses, a jean skirt, and a tank with the same color as the high school team. As she sat down on the bleachers she noticed the catcher was facing away from her with his mask off. She wondered if it was her son, but as he turned around she got an eyeful of a gorgeous looking young Adonis with a chiseled jaw and fine stubble. Throughout the game Christine would discreetly look through her sunglasses to get a closer look at the fine young man.

At the same time the team’s bench was starting to notice her wondering who she was. Brian joined in but quickly realized it was his mom and kept silent. Though he too would look over from time-to-time. He was very aware of how great his mom looks.

The game was a close one throughout and was now entering the bottom of the ninth tied up. A runner was on second and the coach brought in Brian to pinch-hit. Christine noticed her son was entering the game and cheered him on, “Woohoo! Bring him home, honey!”

The bench was immediately stunned and started asking one another if that’s Brian’s mom. Brian tried to focus on his at-bat but quickly struck out. Christine clapped lightly to applaud his effort. As he approached the dugout he knew he was in for some jeers, not for his at-bat, but because everyone now correctly thought that the MILF was Brian’s mom. Christine now noticed that stepping up at the plate was the young Adonis. She soaked in the young man’s looks, especially noticing his large forearms. As the pitch was delivered, he smacked the ball into the gap for a double to score the winning. Christine, along with everyone else on the bleachers, stood up and cheered for the young man as the rest of the team went out to high-five him. As the group of players came closer to the stands to line up and give handshakes, Christine was still on her feet along with a few other fans giving a huge cheer to the game winning player. Christine saw him smile at her, and wanting to be a part of the joyous team moment, jumped up and down and cheered louder for the hometown hero.

After the game she looked for Brian. She felt he looked unusually dejected for such a great team win. She figured it was because he felt he did not contribute towards the win, and tried to console him as she walked him towards the car. That’s when she heard his voice…

 

[saedo]

My cleats clattered as I strode across the asphalt of the parking lot. Since we'd played at home today, I planned to skip the option of a lukewarm shower in our locker room. School kept promising to fix the water heater, but it never seemed to happen.

I paused on the way to my car when I saw Brian Swift. I felt my usual urge to sneer. What a fucking waste of space.

Brian had been the starting catcher till I transferred in last spring. The guy thought he was hot shit, too. But in practice, I quickly demonstrated that I was quicker on the throw and virtually impossible to blow past on a slide to home. The coach kept Brian on for his junior year, but promoted me to starting catcher the following year.

I suppose that alone would have created resentment. But there was something about him that made it too tempting to mess with him. While a decent athlete, you could just smell the weakness on him. Brian was easy to unsettle and I knew just how to push his buttons.

But right now my interest was not in Brian, but the woman walking next to him. She was the same one who'd stood up in the stands and cheered him at bat. That was a first. Brian dated that mousy little Emily Cavanagh; she was so shy and quiet that I doubted she'd ever yelled at anything in her whole life. So who the hell was his beautiful fan?

Rumor in the dugout was that it was his mom. The figure walking in front of me was certainly not very mom-like, though. Even from behind, you could see the sides of her breasts curving past her upper arms - this lady had one incredible rack. But her waist narrowed to something more appropriate to a teenage girl - not a woman twice my age.

Now her hips were a fair bit broader than the girls in school, but frankly that was a turn-on. All the girls I dated in school had these little skinny butts - hardly anything to hold onto. This woman had some proper curves that swayed back and forth with every step.

So if this was someone's mom, she was the fucking hottest mom I'd ever seen. I just had to find out for sure. I quickened my pace and caught up to them.

Both turned towards me as they heard my cleats on the asphalt. Brian's eyes lowered and I could see his shoulders tense. I hadn't even opened my mouth and he was already bracing for a beating. Weak, I tell you.

The woman's face was as luscious as her body, but there was definitely a maturity about her. She was hot, but she wasn't my age. She had that lean elegance to her cheekbones that a grown woman has. Definitely thirty-something, which meant she might actually be old enough to be Brian's mom.

Tempting though it was to rag on Brian, I figured making fun of her son wasn't the best first impression. "Hey, Brian, good game," I smiled. "You got a piece of that curve ball on that last pitch. Another half second faster on your swing and you'd have probably had a double. You'll have him next time."

I didn't believe a word of that, but I clearly threw Brian for a loop. He wasn't used to positive feedback from me. "Uh, okay, thanks."

Preliminaries out of the way, I turned to face the woman. "Say, I didn't know Brian had a sister. I'm Travis Jacobs. Pleased to meet you."

 

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"Hey, Brian…”

Oh, God, I thought. Even his voice is sexy.

“…good game.”

I was happy to see him stop us as it again afforded me the chance to soak in his good looks.

"You got a piece of that curve ball on that last pitch. Another half second faster on your swing and you'd have probably had a double. You'll have him next time."

I stared at his smiling chiseled face. I imagined what he must look like under that uniform. Oh, the possibilities if I were younger and not married. At the same time I was thinking of what I fine young man he was to recognize when one of his teammates was feeling down and to offer him support. What a leader. I then quickly realized I was standing next to my son checking out someone who was half my age. I snapped out of my trance and looked away.

"Say, I didn't know Brian had a sister. I'm Travis Jacobs. Pleased to meet you."

Oh, gosh. There’s no way he actually thinks that.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile though. It felt nice to have such a good looking young man to pay a compliment.

“Oh, aren’t you a charmer. I’m Christine, Brian’s mom…”

Wait, should I have said Mrs. Swift?

“…but thank you, Travis. Anyways, congratulations on the game winning hit! I was so excited when it happened! Everyone was! I’m sure you and the rest of the team are going out and celebrating, but I can tell you Brian has a big day of chores tomorrow. There’s been an outdoor patio that’s needed assembly for weeks now," I said as Brian gave me an annoyed look. "Enjoy your victory, though.”

 

[saedo]

"Mom?" I said with a touch of incredulity. "I never would have guessed."

I smiled at her broadly, but added a quick wink. Hot as she was, Mrs. Swift didn't look like some baby-faced teenager. I'd have looked foolish to keep insisting that I couldn't tell the difference. But the wink let her know that I was just flirtatiously complimenting her.

Judging by her reaction, it seemed to please her. Her own smile was also reflected in the amusement in her eyes, so she wasn't just being polite. Though the air was warm, I'm pretty sure her cheeks were a little rosier, too.

It took considerable mental effort not to check her out at this distance. Her tits hovered at the edge of my gaze and seemed to beg me to ogle them. But I didn't want my interest to be so blatant. I kept my gaze fixed on her eyes and refused to give in to temptation.

"Anyways, congratulations on the game winning hit! I was so excited when it happened! Everyone was! I’m sure you and the rest of the team are going out and celebrating, but I can tell you Brian has a big day of chores tomorrow. There’s been an outdoor patio that’s needed assembly for weeks now."

"Well, you should have said something, Brian," I responded. "No need for you to do that alone."

I turned to Mrs. Swift and explained." We're a team, you see, so we like to pitch in to help one another both on and off the field." I briefly let my hand rest on her forearm - a sales technique I'd learned from my father. It wasn't aggressive, but even the fleeting physical contact added a slight touch of intimacy to our conversation. She'd find herself subconsciously more warmly inclined towards me.

Brian's reaction showed confusion - and with good reason. It's not like I'd ever volunteered to go out of my way for him before. Still, he shrugged and seemed to buy it. Maybe he thought he really had won my respect on the field.

"I'll bring some of the guys by tomorrow to help. See you then." I nodded and strode away before either of them could say anything.

I knew I'd have to cajole some of my friends into assisting, but I wasn't worried. I was top dog on the team and they knew it. If I told them to do something, they'd fall in line.

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Thus did Brian, myself, and two other guys find ourselves hammering on a wooden deck the next day. The extra hands made swift work, so we were already two thirds done.

Unfortunately, my hope of seeing Brian's mom again had proved futile thusfar. The only Swift to put in an appearance was Brian. I'd been laboring long enough for my shirt to be soaked through with sweat, but my efforts seemed likely to go unrewarded.

 

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“Oh, that’s so nice of you to offer,” I said as I then felt the young lad my forearm. It was pretty innocent, so I felt no need to act uninviting. Although after spending the past hour ogling Travis whenever I got the chance, it was hard to deny that there was something arousing about the touch of his masculine hand. For at least the last two weeks it was the most physical male contact I had received.

"I'll bring some of the guys by tomorrow to help. See you then."

I was a bit stunned by how abruptly he ended the conversation and walked away. It seemed so… commanding. I brushed my hair as I turned to walk with Brian through the parking lot. I sucked in my lips and deeply inhaled as I thought about the exchange. It was hard to wipe this smile off of my face.

Finally that fucking furniture won’t just be lying around in those boxes anymore.

“I really like Travis. I’m glad you have friends like that,” I said to Brian as we walked through the parking lot.

“I really wouldn’t--… never mind, Mom. I’ll see you back home,” Brian said as our paths diverged. I wondered what he was about to say.

As I approached my car I suddenly realized something. Crap.

“Brian!” I yelled as I lightly jogged towards his car. As I approached him I told him that I forgot his brother Steven had piano practice and I had spin class. “If he comes by when I’m not there are you able to let him in and show him what needs to be done?”

Brian told me he would be able to do it, so I walked back to car.

When I got home my family and I sat around the living room seeing what movie we could watch tonight as we usually do on Friday. They settled on a superhero movie. I wasn’t too interested as it wasn’t our first time watching it. As the movie started, an idea crept into my mind. Travis Jacobs, I thought as I pulled out my phone and went on Facebook. Sure enough his page was open to the public. I immediately went to the photos section and began scrolling through them. I came upon one recent photo that was of him shirtless at a waterpark with friends. I began gazing at his muscular body admiring every inch trying to decide which is my favorite. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.

“Mom?”

I immediately turned off my phone and replied with a slightly panicked voice. “Yes, Brian?”

“Uh, can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you, honey.”

As he wandered back to the kitchen, I wondered if he saw what I was looking at.
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I love the feeling after an intense workout. I had the windows rolled down so I could feel the breeze against my wet skin. Steven was in the passenger seat as I was driving him back from piano practice. As I pulled into our driveway I noticed a few cars parked on the side of the street.

Oh, good, I thought. They’re here.

As we walked in, Steven went up to his room to undoubtedly play some video games. I headed towards the backyard. Looking out the sliding glass door, I was impressed with how much progress they were making. Before I walked out still attired in my workout clothes (http://images.ok.co.uk/dynamic/32/451x567/40996_1.jpg), I looked at Travis sweating through his sleeveless shirt. I was especially fixated on his big shoulders. Seeing him in action stirred me just a little. I opened the sliding door and walked out.

“Oh, my gosh! Look at how much you guys have done! You’re almost done! Thank you!”

The four boys working on the furniture stood up and smiled as they saw me. I noticed that Travis was the one who spoke up to exchange pleasantries. It seems like he’s the one in the group who always takes charge of things.

“You boys must be thirsty. Brian, why didn’t you offer anyone something to drink? I’ll fetch you boys some ice water.”

I walked into the kitchen and filled a pitcher with ice and water. Then I stacked five cups, and brought them out with the water. As I set it down on the newly constructed patio table, Travis took a cup, filled it up, and handed it to me.

Such a gentleman.

“I am just so impressed with how much you guys have finished here. I feel like I owe you guys money. Brian and his dad have been postponing this for weeks,” I said as I then took a sip of water. Travis responded that they were just happy to help. “You know the weather is just perfect for an evening by the pool. When you’re done, maybe you guys can come back, and we can have a cookout here.”

 

[saedo]

We all turned to look when the sliding glass door to the house parted and Mrs. Swift emerged. She carried a tray of glasses and a pitcher of ice water. "You boys must be thirsty."

Mrs. Swift must have recently returned from a workout. Her forehead shone with perspiration and her outfit was clearly intended for the gym. I allowed myself a quick glance. Her sports bra did an impressive job containing her incredible rack. Her bare midriff was lean with just a hint of the underlying muscle. I licked my lips in appreciation.

I drank deeply of the water she offered me. When she turned her back, I took the opportunity of admiring her backside. Her thighs showed similar tone to her belly. Oh, I definitely wanted to see more of her.

“You know the weather is just perfect for an evening by the pool. When you’re done, maybe you guys can come back, and we can have a cookout here.”

"What a kind gesture," I enthused. "I'm sure the guys would appreciate that. We'd best get back to work, though."

~~~~~~~~~~~
Another hour and we were finished. As I walked back to my car, my buddy Connor stopped me. "Dude, did I just waste half my Saturday so you could see Brian's mom in a sports bra? And you're asking me to give up evening in the hope you can see her in a swimsuit?"

I grinned wolfishly. "My plan is to see her in a lot less than that.

Connor gave a short bark of laughter. "Seriously?! You think you can nail Brian's mom? I mean, sure, she's crazy hot, but she's married. No way she'd give you a chance."

"Wanna bet?"

 

[abcookie]

I told my husband, Greg, that a few of Brian’s friends would be over tonight, and I let him off the hook by telling him he could make himself as scarce as he wanted to. I was ready to have some fun tonight. I couldn’t wait to spend some time with Brian’s friends, but deep down in my mind I was really looking forward to seeing how Travis looks in his board shorts. I wondered based on our interactions with one another if he was actually interested in me.

For Christ’s sake, Christine. He’s just as old as your son……. OK, calm down. Nothing is actually happening here. You can have fun without anything actually happening. I’m sure even Greg has had some harmless fun.

On my bed were the two swimsuits I would have to choose between: a one piece and a bikini. Normally my default was the bikini. I have worn it in our backyard in front of everyone present on many occasions. But with my son in front of his friends I felt like I was intentionally putting myself on display. I rationalized that they had pretty much seen the same thing earlier when I had my workout clothes on and decided to put the bikini on: http://cdn23.us2.fansshare.com/cele...mogen-thomas-bikini-deli-bikini-760550155.jpg. I still didn’t want to act as if I was showing off myself in front of Brian so I also threw on some denim shorts and a tank on top: http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/05/30/article-0-135D157B000005DC-1_634x903.jpg .
The first two times I heard the doorbell ring I was disappointed Travis was not there. I told both Connor and Kevin and their girlfriends that Brian was out back sitting by the pool. Brian asked Emily and some of her friends who I didn't know to come over as well, so a few more girls were there as well. When I heard the doorbell ring again, I knew who that was. As soon as I opened the door, I gave Travis a big hug that included giving a tight squeeze of his shoulders.

“Thank you so much for organizing all of this,” I said in his ear. “Everyone is already out in the backyard.”

 

[saedo]

I arrived fashionably late for the cookout. Since Mrs. Swift mentioned having it by the pool, I'd worn a pair of board shorts. (https://encrypted-tbn1.***********/...F5Kem25k01DOysCTJuVmkC58gcOd_s7B9LzAntumxMl2e) It looked a bit more fashionable out of the water than shorter swim trunks, but I'd be able to go swimming if the opportunity arose.

I wore a snug tank top over my torso. That seemed a little too casual, so I donned a long-sleeved soft denim shirt and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows.

The Swift door was opened by Mrs. Swift herself. I am was slightly disappointed to see that she wasn't in just a swimsuit. Still, beneath the tank top she wore were the clear outlines of triangular cups over her breasts. Given the size of her rack, I expected that would leave a considerable amount of boob flesh on display. I could only hope that she might take the top off at some point.

To my surprise, Mrs. Swift took me by the shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you so much for organizing all of this," she said, pressing herself firmly against me. The warm firmness of her breasts felt delightful. My groin tingled with arousal.

Not wanting this contact to end as quickly as it began, I reciprocated the hug. I put my hands on her waist and made sure the lower half of her body also was pressed against me.

"Oh, you're quite welcome. I'm always willing to help out when needed." I slipped my hands around from her waist to her ass, gently cupping the upper swell of her cheeks. "Is there anything else you need?"

 

[abcookie]

My intentions to feel Travis’ young hard body pressed against me backfired as I felt his lower body press up against mine.

Is that his…? I thought.

Out of curiosity and desire, I subtly shifted my thighs against your board shorts to get a better feel.

I think it is. It feels big.

I then felt your hands slide to my ass. My eyes widened at the bold move. I was shocked but instantly aroused.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Yes.

Suddenly I realized I was becoming a little too friendly with my son’s friend. I released my grasp on him and backed away.

“No, I’ve got all the stuff prepared in the kitchen already. You go back there and have fun.”

As you went to the backyard, I remained standing at the doorway thinking about what had just happened.

He wasn’t making a conscious effort, I reasoned. Even so, it’s just harmless fun. But it sure was nice to be pressed up against that body.

I did what any person would do when they needed to relax and not think too deeply: take a shot of schnapps and crack open a bottle of beer. It was a microbrew Greg was very fond of. I began taking care of dinner which included molding the ground beef into patties and putting them on a platter along with the hot dogs. I washed my hands and threw on a pair of sunglasses as I brought out the platter of meat.

“Hey guys!” I said as I walked out. Though my voice was directed to everyone, behind my glasses my pupils were affixed on one target. I was pleasantly surprised to see Travis had already taken off his shirt and was sitting at the edge of the pool. What a gorgeous body. It was even better than I remembered from his Facebook photo. I even let out an “Mmm mmm mmm” under my breath as I admired it.

As I started grilling I noticed that for the most part the boys were loud and having fun, but occasionally I would notice Travis and Connor talking quietly. I wondered what they were talking about. Not long after I fired up the grill, Greg came out to check on things. We had a very pleasant conversation. He made sure I knew what I was doing with grilling the meat, asked me how I was enjoying the beer, talked about the furniture. It was very pleasant, and I was happy to see him get out of his office. It almost seems like he spends all of his time in that room.

“Well duty calls,” Greg said. “But that one with cheese looks done. Think you can put that on this plate?”

“Sure,” I responded. “And in fact, here are a couple of hot dogs. Do you think you could bring those up to Steven?”

I put the meat on his plate, and as he walked back in I shouted to everyone else, “OK, everyone! The food should be edible now!”

Not soon after they rushed up to have their food. They all sat at the table as they got their food. Connor and Travis both were still in the pool.

“So Mrs. Swift, when are you going to join us?” Connor called out.

“Oh, is that what you boys have been scheming?” I replied as I looked at Connor and then to Travis. “I don’t know I think I was just going to take a dip after you guys had all your fun.”

“Oh, come on, Mrs. Swift. Just some Marco Polo or couple of rounds of chicken fighting. It feels so nice in the pool. Especially after setting up a bunch of furniture outside.”

Clever.

As soon as he said that, everyone else started chiming in that I should join. Looking around at all the other girls in their bikinis I figured I wasn't being immodest by going in the pool with mine.

“Uhhhhhh… oh, fine. I have to take care of a couple of things to take care of inside though.”

Everyone including Brian let out a little cheer when I reluctantly accepted their offer. When they were done with their food I grabbed their plates and went inside. Realizing I just agreed to get into a pool in a bikini with a bunch of 18 year-olds, I went to the kitchen, and this time took a couple of shots of schnapps. I’m pretty lightweight, so I was now reaching my limit.

As I stepped out there seemed to be a hush as I neared the pool. I first took off my top raising my arms up in the air exposing my white top. Then I turned my attention to my denim shorts as I bit my lower lip and unbuttoned. Then I squatted down as I slide my shorts inch-by-inch. I stepped over my shorts, and slowly waded into the cold water (http://cdn23.us2.fansshare.com/cele...lendar-in-marbella-spain-bikini-924697381.jpg). When I was all the way in the first face I saw was a smiling Travis. I smiled back.

 

[saedo]

Mrs. Swift's eyes widened as I pulled her in close. I felt her leg shift against me. For a few moments, her inner thigh rubbed against my semi-hard cock.

Her eyes really widened now. I wondered what her reaction might be to me at full mast. I'd gotten fairly little action from the local high school girls since I moved here. The first girl I'd gone out with had been almost terrified at my size. After her somewhat hysterical recounting of my pussy destroying proportions had hit the school, a lot of the female population at school had given me a wide berth. Perhaps a mature non-virgin would be more appreciative.

Alas, she soon broke the connection. Mrs. Swift pushed away gently and turned back towards the house. "No, I’ve got all the stuff prepared in the kitchen already. You go back there and have fun.”

I did as instructed. The fact that she hadn't pushed me away immediately suggested that she was a least curious. That was enough of a start.

When I got to the backyard, the party was in full swing. Some of the rest of the team had shown up (at my urging) along with their girlfriends, so a dozen or so teenagers were milling about in the backyard. Brian was there with Emily - both of them a bit amazed at the turnout.

I spent the next hour socializing while keeping one eye out for Mrs. Swift. She flitted back and forth to the kitchen like a hummingbird, always making sure everyone had enough to eat and drink. I could hardly get a word in, so I just bided my time.

Eventually folks started getting in the pool. Seeing half a dozen teenage girls in bikinis certainly made for a pleasant sight. That's when I got my idea.

I beckoned Connor over. "Hey, do me a favor. Suggest Mrs. Swift joins us in the pool."

Connor gave me a sly glance. "I wouldn't mind seeing her in a bikini myself. But you really think you can get some lady twice your age to give it up for you?"

I grinned. "Ye of little faith. Just you wait. $200 says I'll have her going down on me tonight."

" You're on," Connor declared confidently. He turned and called out for Mrs. Swift to come join us in the pool. She demurred, but Connor persisted and soon several of the others took up the call. Eventually the pressure to be seen as the "cool mom" wore her down.

I resisted the urge to whistle in appreciation as Mrs. Swift removed her tank top and shorts. Her bikini was a bit more conservatively cut than the girls'. Even with the extra coverage, though, she still had more breast flesh peeking out than all the other females put together. I was glad that I was chest deep in the water, so the shifting swell along my thigh was out of view.

As Mrs. Swift slipped into the water, Connor suggested some chicken fights. The guys would place their girlfriends on their shoulders. The girlfriends would then joust with their rivals, trying to topple the other girl off the precarious position. It was an activity guaranteed to involve much splashing and laughing.

I immediately stepped in front of Mrs. Swift. "I'm the odd man out, Mrs. Swift," I declared. "You need to ride me."

I didn't wait for her response, but placed my hands on her hips, spun her around, and lifted her in the air. I set her down on my shoulders and gripped her thighs to steady her. I felt a warm thrill run down my spine as I felt her settle on me, knowing that her bikini-clad crotch was resting against my neck.

Mrs. Swift and I proved a good team. We toppled most of our opposition. We did take a few tumbles, but caused far more. Besides, when we tumbled into the water, her luscious body landed on mine - a not unpleasant experience.

Eventually everyone tired out and the party started to wind down. People started to make their goodbyes and drift away. Seeing how things were going, I ducked out of sight while people left. When Brian left with Emily and Mrs. Swift was left alone, I exited my seclusion.

"Looks like it's just the two of us, Mrs. Swift," I said. "Shame to end things so early, though. It's a lovely night."

I glanced past the pool to the where a jacuzzi burbled quietly. "Perhaps you'd care to relax in some warm bubbles with me," I suggested.

 

[abcookie]

“I'm the odd man out, Mrs. Swift. You need to ride me."

Oh, gosh, I thought. Wait, is he joking in that way, or am I just imagining it?

Before I could respond, Travis lifted me straight up in the air. I let out a little shriek at the sudden motion, but as soon as I was settled I was laughing and having a good time. Travis had amazingly strong hands and legs. Other girls could push me back or I could lean as far forward as I wanted to and Travis was still able to hang on to me while keeping his balance. I felt all my inner thigh exercises also played a role. I was probably giving poor Travis a headache with how hard I was squeezing his head a couple of times. We were doing pretty well, so it shocked me when one of the girls sent me back. I instinctually reached for Travis and grabbed on to him. As we recovered I slightly touched his abs before I got back up on him. So subtle I don’t think he even noticed my lingering touch. I liked it so much in fact I intentionally threw the next one so I could do it all over again.

After all the games were done the crowd started thinning out. I was kind of bummed because it seemed Travis was among those who left.

Oh, well. You had your fun.

Finally Brian and Emily decided to call it a night as Emily had to get back home. That left me as the last person in the pool.

Well Christine, another successful gathering.

Just then I hear someone approach into the porch lights.

"Looks like it's just the two of us, Mrs. Swift. Shame to end things so early, though. It's a lovely night. Perhaps you'd care to relax in some warm bubbles with me.”

You read my mind.

“I guess I owe it to my handyman and chicken fighting partner,” I said trying to downplay my eagerness to get into a Jacuzzi with someone I felt so strongly physically attracted to.

As we were both entering the hot tub I looked over at you and smiled. Just then I had a moment of realization.

You are treading on really thin ice.

I calmed myself by telling myself I would be directly across from him with no touching involved. No different than being on vacation with others in the hot tub. It seemed as though Travis knew I was distancing myself as he did not continue to scooch over towards me. I was much more at ease knowing I could appreciate his face while at the same time not putting myself in a position to have anyone thinking something was going on or worse yet, putting myself in a position of temptation.

“So Travis, I hear the baseball season is going really well for you guys.”

 

[saedo]

For a half second, I wasn't sure of Mrs. Swift would agree to my suggestion. But after a pause, she leaned towards me and smiled. “I guess I owe it to my handyman and chicken fighting partner. "

Her voice was slightly husky and her words smelt of alcohol. Since there'd been no alcohol at the party, she must have been sneaking sips during her trips to the kitchen. Interesting.

We settled into the jacuzzi. Unfortunately, she chose to sit opposite me rather than beside me. I'd hoped for closer proximity so that I might be able to casually initiate physical contact.

“So Travis, I hear the baseball season is going really well for you guys.”

Not the most conducive of topics for my purposes, but it was a start. Moreover, the woman hardly knew anything about me, so at least she was trying to connect with me.

I responded in kind, talking a bit about this year's team and our prospects. I made sure to say a few nice things about her son, too. Anything to keep on her good side.

The rather banal nature of the conversation actually provided me an opening. The jacuzzi was small enough that even sitting opposite me, Mrs. Swift's legs occasionally brushed mine beneath the water. Initially she pulled hers away quickly. As the warmth of the water and the discussion of box scores lulled her, however, she stopped reacting as quickly. Eventually, she didn't even bother as the swirling water brought our calves into occasional contact.

Sensing the opportunity, I waited till her leg passed near and gripped it gently with my hands. I interrupted my discussion of the team's regional opponents and said, "After all those trips to and from the kitchen, I bet your feet are sore." I shifted my fingers to her right foot and began working my thumbs into the sole.

I didn't want to give her time to question whether it was appropriate for her to be receiving an unsolicited foot massage in a hot tub from a teenage boy. I quickly resumed my analysis of our upcoming schedule. I wanted it to seem like my actions were wholly unremarkable.

 

[abcookie]

It seemed that Travis could talk all day about baseball and his teammates. I really just wanted to know how many more opportunities I would get to see him in action. If the game that I saw was indicative of the rest then I figured this was a pretty fun team to follow. The combination of the alcohol, the warm water, and the late hours began to take over me however, as I leaned back and relaxed while I pretended to listen to him. Suddenly I felt Travis’ hands massage my right foot.

"After all those trips to and from the kitchen, I bet your feet are sore."

You have no idea.

Being a step slow from the alcohol and way into the physical relaxation from the hot tub, it didn’t even occur to me to stop Travis from what he was doing. Travis continued to talk about his schedule as I closed my eyes and focused on enjoying his massage. His hands started to move upwards towards my calves.

“Your calves feel really tight as well,” he said.

Without even thinking, I replied, “Actually, they aren’t nearly as tight as my thighs feel - all that bending over during my workout this morning."

As your hands moved up to my thighs, I suddenly realized what I was allowing. I was allowing a man who, I found myself physically attracted to, to rub my thighs.

Relax, I thought. It's just a massage. People get massages every day from masseuses that are entirely nonsexual; this is the same thing. Just because his touch feels good doesn't mean I'm lusting after him...

I then looked over at a smiling Travis. I could see his shoulders and biceps hard at work as he continued to feel my bare body.

...And even if I was, I'd certainly never act on it because he's far too young for me. So I am definitely not in the slightest bit turned on by this handsome man with his hands on my thighs. Remember: You are just having fun.

“Mom? You still out back?”

In an instant, I jumped out of the hot tub, and nervously looked around seeing no one. I put on a towel to cover up and to conclude my time spent in the water. A few moments later, I saw Brian appear coming around from the side of the house.

“Yes, sweetie, I'm just cleaning up back here. Your friend Travis was good enough to stay behind to help."

I was relieved to know that no one had seen that I was sitting in the hot tub with Travis.

“Why don't you help me finish? Travis, thanks for helping. Drive safe on your way home." I said as I quickly walked inside.

 

[saedo]

Mrs. Swift seemed to buy my casual approach. She offered no objection to my hands on her feet. Indeed, she let herself sink lower in the water, extending her body such that her feet were in my lap.

I gave each foot a decent going over - I didn't have much experience in this area, but I tried. I then decided to press my luck. Murmuring something about her calves probably needing some attention, I shifted my grip several inches up her leg.

Mrs. Swift again offered no overt resistance. I kneaded the muscles of her calves for a few minutes, gradually working my way up towards the knee.

Actually, they aren’t nearly as tight as the back of my thighs - all that bending over during my workout this morning."

You almost could have knocked me over with a feather. I thought I might have trouble transitioning any further up the leg. I thought I might have to do some smooth talking to persuade her, but she was giving me an engraved invitation.

Granted, it was just the backs of her thighs. I got mine rubbed by my athletic trainers after workouts, so there wasn't anything inherently sexual about such contact. Mrs. Swift might think me just to be a free masseuse.

But it wasn't too far from the back of the thigh to the inner thigh. If I could make that transition, I'd really be sitting pretty. If a girl let you touch her inner thigh, you were an odds on favorite to touch her panties. And once you were allowed touch the panties, you were moments from getting inside them.

I could feel my cock swell in anticipation. Getting inside Mrs. Swift's bikini might be even easier than I thought. Another ten minutes and I ought to have her begging to put her hands down my shorts.

My prediction of the future would never get tested. As I slid my hands behind Mrs. Swift's knees, a voice called out from the other side of the backyard fence. "Mom? You still out back?"

The effect on Mrs. Swift was nearly electric. She rose from the jacuzzi like a Poseidon missile. A second later she'd wrapped a beach towel around her body and was moving towards the house. "Yes, sweetie, I'm just cleaning up back here. Your friend Travis was good enough to stay behind to help."

I clambered out of jacuzzi as well. By the time Brian opened the latch on a gate in the fence, I'd managed to don my tank top and find my shoes.

Mrs. Swift had by now gathered up a stack of empty serving dishes and was walking back into the house. "Brian, why don't you help me finish? Travis, thanks for helping. Drive safe on your way home." With that, she disappeared inside.

I could certainly see that my efforts for tonight were at an end. I'd definitely owe Connor $200 for my overconfidence. Still, nothing I could do about it. I nodded my goodbyes to Brian and left.

 

[abcookie]

As I walked in the house I was still feeling a bit loose from my time in the hot tub. I decided I was going to use this feeling as I walked up to Greg’s office.

“Knock knock,” I said to draw attention as I walked in the doorway. As soon as I saw Greg look up, I dropped my towel to the floor to reveal my bikini and opened my mouth in a playful manner.

“Hey, honey,” he said in a casual manner.

“You’re working pretty late,” I said as I walked behind his chair. I then began to kiss the right side of his face.

“Yeah, it’s just this one case that I’m really having to put in some overtime.”

Is he even noticing what I’m wearing?

“OK. Are you coming back to bed?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

I had heard this before. I walked over to our room with zero expectations of anything happening. Still, after brushing my teeth and doing my normal routine of getting ready for bed, I wanted to leave open a possibility of something happening. So I putzed around on my phone as I laid in bed. After about twenty minutes I gave up hope and plugged my phone into my charger.

As I laid there stewing in my thoughts, I realized I was still wide awake.

Hmmm, I thought. Well if you’re just using him for fun, then I suppose there’s no point in not using him as pleasure fodder.

I closed my eyes and slid my right hand down to my pussy. I was already getting wet thinking about our encounter in the hot tub. I began to think of the possibilities of what could have happened had Brian not showed up. I imagined he was pulling the strings to the bottom of my bikini as he massaged my thighs. I then leaned into him as we kissed. As we were kissing he reached around and untied the top of my bikini. I was now naked in a hot tub with Travis Jacobs.

“Oh, Travis,” I said under my breath as I rubbed my clit. With my left hand I grabbed the side of the headboard of my bed.

As we continued making out, Travis lifted me up holding on to my ass. He then carried me out of the hot tub and put me down on a recliner. He pulled the strings to his board shorts and dropped it to the floor revealing his big hard cock. I opened my mouth and began sucking. Oh, how I love the taste of cock.

“Mmm…” I said mimicking the muffled sound I would make.

Travis then instructed me to get on all fours. I did as told and awaited his next move. He walked up behind me and kneeled on the recliner as he slid his thick cock into me.

“It’s so big, Travis,” I whispered.

Travis pumped his hard young cock in and out of me.

“Yes! Fuck me, Travis! Don’t stop!” I said a little bit louder. I was now arriving to my orgasm. My calves began to tighten up as did my grasp on the headboard. I imagined Travis finishing inside of me filling him with his young, virile sperm. Then it hit me. One of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced. I let out a big gasp, as my torso raised in the air. It was incredible.

I then laid back down, and turned over to go to sleep.

Thank you, Travis.
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It was 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon. I had just gotten back from working out at the gym, and I was still wearing my workout clothes: http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/08/25/article-0-0D9014BF00000578-946_468x708.jpg. Normally I would be coming home from picking up the boys from school, but Steven asked if he could hang out with some friends after school and Brian had baseball practice. Now I had a little bit of extra time on my hands, which I now was going to spend getting the house in order.

I went upstairs to tidy up the boys’ bathroom only to discover there was water sitting in the sink.

Oh, what the hell? WHY DON’T THEY TELL ME ABOUT THESE THINGS?

I went downstairs to fetch my phone and call a plumber. Just then I heard to doorbell ring.

Who could this be?

As I opened the door, I was surprised to see it was Travis.

“Travis, what are you—don’t you guys have practice before regionals this weekend?” I asked, but then I began to wonder if it was something else Brian was doing today. “Or am I confused?”

 

[saedo]

Connor didn't even bother with a hello. He opened his inquiry as soon as I entered the locker room. "So, did you get you get lucky this weekend?"

"Well, I got pretty close-" I began.

"Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, my man," Connor interrupted. "Either you did the deed or you didn't."

"Hey, it's not my fault we got interrupted! If I'd had more time...."

Connor held up a hand. "Don't give me excuses, bro. Did she or did she not put her lips on your dick?"

I tried to object, but I knew he had me dead to rights. "No."

Connor's face split open with a big toothy grin. " That's what I thought. Pay up."

"Fine," I grumbled. "But I'm not lying. She was getting into it. If I'd had more time. . . ."

Connor chuckled. "Dude, you still think you have a chance?" He shook his head dismissively. "I know you think your God's gift to women , but you'll notice that you're not getting that much action from the girls around here. You think you can score with a married woman with kids?! Man, that's just crazy."

"Double or nothing." I knew I was letting my ego get control, but Connor's disrespect was getting under my skin.

His eyes narrowed. "You serious?"

"Double. Or. Nothing." I repeated emphatically. "I'll get her on my jock in a week." I paused. "Well, two weeks. You in or out?"

"Two weeks, two months, it don't fucking matter - you're still gonna wind up paying me. You're on."

I smiled as if I had every confidence. But the truth was, I had no idea how back up the wager my ego had made.

~~~~~
It took me most of the week to think up a new plan. It took me a day to manufacture an excuse to drop by the Swift house, so seeing her again was covered. I just had to catch her alone. However, Brian's school schedule was the same as mine, so whenever I was free, so was he. How did I ensure he didn't blunder in again when I was talking to his mother?

I was saved by Coach Rawlings, as it turned out. Each week, he assigned two players stay late to clean up the dugout, the batting cage, and the equipment storage room. It was drudge work, but Coach thought it "built character". Since the duty rotated across the entire team, it certainly encouraged the players to take better care of the place. After all, one day you'd be scrubbing the place on your knees, so you might as well not trash everything.

Anywise, I saw on the roster that Brian and Kevin Smith (second baseman) were scheduled to for cleanup duty this week. That would keep them tied up for at least an hour or so. That gave me a window in late afternoon to catch Mrs. Swift alone.

~~~~~~
I parked my car three houses down from the Swift house. I'm not sure why, but it seemed wise to be cautious.

I rang the doorbell and waited. About half a minute later, I heard Mrs. Swift's voice behind the door telling me she'd be right with me.

"It's Travis, Mrs. Swift. Travis Jacobs," I declared. "I apologize for dropping by unannounced, but I had something I wanted to ask you about and I didn't feel comfortable doing it over the phone."

The door locks clicked and the door opened wide enough for her to look out. “Travis, what are you—don’t you guys have practice before regionals this weekend?”

"We did, Mrs. Swift, but we only go light before a big game. I drove here right after I showered and changed clothes."

She didn't respond right away. Maybe this was a bad idea. I hedged my approach: "If I caught you at a bad time, I can come back some other time. I didn't mean to put you out."

 

[abcookie]

"If I caught you at a bad time, I can come back some other time. I didn't mean to put you out."

I didn’t want to seem like I was being standoffish with Travis, who had done nothing wrong and was being his normal considerate self.

“I’m sorry it’s just that I got back from a workout, and I was about to pick up the boys bathroom, but when I was there I noticed the sink is clogged, so I guess I have to call a plumber. And now I guess Brian is going to be here any minute since you’re here. I’m just a little flustered at the moment.”

 

[saedo]

I blinked at this outpouring of information. Definitely not what I expected when I approached the house. Maybe I really had come at a bad time.

But having made the effort, I didn't want to walk away at the first sign of difficulty. I also didn't want to owe Connor another $200. Thus did I find myself responding, "Oh, maybe I can help with the pipe."

In retrospect, it was foolish of me. What the hell did I know about plumbing? But seeing Mrs. Swift's sports bra had me thinking with the wrong section of my anatomy for such judgment calls.

She escorted me to the sink in question and pointed to a toolbox. "Hopefully that has what you need. I'll leave you to it. I'll go shower while you work."

Any chance of my common sense reasserting itself was consequently lost with my imagination of a very naked Mrs. Swift slowly washing every curve. Distracted by my libido, I turned my attention to the sink.

After considerable fumbling, I managed to remove the trap under the sink. The source of the problem was a nasty mass of that which I did not care to know. With some effort I managed to clean out the blockage and get everything reattached.

Unfortunately, when I stood up, I finally realized the cost. I'd worn a nice dress shirt and khaki pants. Both were now liberally splattered and stained with the gunk from the pipe. I'd also dripped a fair amount of dirty gray water into my lap, so my crotch was slightly damp as well. I patted at everything with paper towels, but this wasn't just a little spot. I needed soap and water to get this out.

Of course, that would be the moment that Mrs. Swift could be heard approaching. "I fixed the pipe," I informed her. "Unfortunately, I got a little messy doing it. I should probably go home to change clothes and clean up - you really don't want me sitting on any of your furniture right now." I started towards the front door, silently cursing my luck.

 

[abcookie]

"Oh, maybe I can help with the pipe."

“You would do that?” I asked. I instantly went from stressed out to relieved. “Oh, aren’t you so helpful. That will save me a hassle. I need to have you around the house more often. Here, let me grab something and show you the sink.”

I went over to the laundry room to grab a small toolbox I knew my husband kept around and then I came back to the entryway to instruct Travis to follow me. I took him upstairs, and as we entered the bathroom I asked him to excuse the mess because I haven’t had a chance yet to clean up after my messy boys.

"Hopefully that has what you need. I'll leave you to it. I'll go shower while you work."

I went back downstairs and headed to the master bathroom while shutting the door behind me.

Nothing beats a shower after a workout.

I then remembered that I was alone in my home with my son’s statuesque friend. I laughed at the possibility of having some more fun with him like I did at last week’s party. I then remembered what I did when I got in bed after the party. I suddenly got the urge to take the shower head and lie down with it. As I spread my legs and position the water jet between them. Knowing that it would be hard for Travis to hear me from this far away and over all the other noise I knew I could get away with some audible moaning as I thought of him fucking me on my bed.

After getting out of the shower, I air-dried my hair using a comb and air-drying foam. I threw on my outfit: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VScNm13SfpE/T5PBSOzm6PI/AAAAAAAABno/tHL-Y1CyL9Y/s1600/Legs-05.jpg and headed upstairs to check on Travis. I was a bit confused when I saw him doing something to his front side which was facing away from me.

"I fixed the pipe,” he said with his back facing me.

“Oh, thank you so much! You are so helpful.”

Then he turned around and showed me the huge mess all over his shirt and khakis, “Unfortunately, I got a little messy doing it. I should probably go home to change clothes and clean up - you really don't want me sitting on any of your furniture right now."

I couldn’t help but bind over and crack up at the very sight. The stain was enormous and there you were trying to get it out with a paper towel.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll wash it for you. It’s the least I could do after all that you’ve done for me. Here take this towel. And I’ll give you some privacy,” I said as I handed you the towel hanging from the rack. I then exited the room while shutting the door.

A few seconds later I heard the door open, and I saw Travis exit the bathroom.

“Oh, my look at those big shoulders,” I said but then I realized the admiring tone I had said it with. “I don’t think Brian has anything that will fit you. I hope you’re OK with just that towel.”

Nice save.

I instructed Travis that he could sit down on the couch in the living room, as I went to the laundry room. I put a gel stick all over the enormous stains, and I threw the clothes into the wash. I went to join Travis on the couch. I could get used to the sight a shirtless guy with a six-pack on my couch.

“Oh, I should have you on speed dial. You are handy. So what did you come here for?”

 

[saedo]

This was not the scenario I'd envisioned myself having this conversation in. I was naked but for the towel around my waist. Mrs. Swift sat close enough for knee to nearly touch mine. I was rather distinctly aware that her top was a tad clingy and thin enough that I could see the vague outline of her bra through the fabric. Still, I could hardly back out now.

"Well," I began uneasily. "I wanted some dating advice, I suppose. Well, sexual advice, really. And so I'd wanted someone who'd be cool about talking about stuff like that to a guy my age, you know.* I mean, most adults around here would just say 'wait till you're married' like it was still the 1950s. But you seem like you're not some stick in the mud. You seem like you'd be willing to give be practical advice.

"Because the other thing is that I need to ask a female this question. Only I can't ask the girls in know because I need someone who has experience. The girls around here. . . . " I shook my head. "They don't have any. Not really.

"So I need someone a bit older. Someone who has been around a bit. I mean, you were saying at the party that you and Mr. Swift got together towards the end of college. But I'm betting that you probably dated around before then, too, right? Beautiful woman like you in college - probably got asked out a lot, right? So you probably know a lot more than a girl my age, right? So maybe you might be able to give me advice?"

 

[abcookie]

"...Well, sexual advice, really..."

I gulped and my eyes widened as soon as I heard Travis say these words.

"But I'm betting that you probably dated around before then, too, right?...But I'm betting that you probably dated around before then, too, right?"

"Well, uh, my husband has been the only other person I've been with. That's not to say there haven't been others interested, so I guess I can try to give you some advice. But keep in mind that I'm not talking from expert experience."

I felt bad about that response knowing that Travis had come here laying out all his vulnerability on this subject. And after he had helped me out twice now without even thinking twice about it. I just felt so inexperienced to really offer the advice he was seeking.

"But don't worry. You can ask whatever you want. I won't judge. I'll answer as best as I can."

 

[saedo]

Well, uh, my husband has been the only other person I've been with.

That assuredly was not the answer I was expecting. I assumed that if she looked this good at her age, she must have been a sexual goddess back in her twenties. Everything I'd heard said college was when girls decided to explore their sexuality. Surely someone that hot must have had plenty of opportunity to experiment.

I had wholly misjudged her, though. Only one sex partner? I didn't necessarily expect her to a total slut, but I thought surely she must have played the field. But not even a little? Not even in high school? I could scarcely fathom it.

I shook my head. "No, you're right, you wouldn't be the right person to ask. I thought. . . well, it doesn't matter what I thought, because I was wrong. But this wouldn't be something you would know about. I probably shouldn't have asked."

I tugged the towel, verifying it was still snugly wrapped around my lower half. I felt a bit more self-conscious about sitting half-naked here on her couch. Change of subject was needed.

"So, this is twice now that I've seen you in workout clothes. Do you go to a gym?"

 

[abcookie]

“Well, it doesn't matter what I thought, because I was wrong. But this wouldn't be something you would know about. I probably shouldn't have asked."

I was sorry and relieved at the same time. It would’ve seemed inappropriate to have a conversation with a half-naked 18-year old I find physically attractive.

“Are you sure?” I asked to sound reluctant although not wanting to hear a yes. “I’m sorry. I met Greg when I was almost exactly your age, so I was off the market pretty early.”

Just then I noticed you tug at your towel. I couldn’t help but notice the V-shaped cut to your abs, and I quickly bit my lips as you were looking down at your towel.

"So, this is twice now that I've seen you in workout clothes. Do you go to a gym?

“I do. Although I’d say I make it to the gym every other day. Some days I just don’t have the time to go, and I just do a quick jog through the neighborhood.”

As I paused, and as I looked at Travis’ body I realized how often he must go to the gym. I put my right elbow on the back of the couch and played with my hair with my right hand.

“But I don’t know if I could say I go to the gym nearly as often as you.”

As I said this I placed left hand on Travis left bicep and gave a light squeeze. I thought of what it would feel like having those muscular arms pin me down. Feeling that I shouldn't take things any farther, I placed my left hand by my side.

 

[saedo]

I'd hoped I could parlay Mrs. Swift's sexual experience into an excuse to show off a bit of my own prowess. Her apparent lack thereof had scotched that idea.

However, my bizarre impulse to volunteer to help have me fix her plumbing - I mean, seriously, it was as if she'd planned for that to happen, like in a story - was actually providing an alternate route in. Apparently Mrs. Swift had a thing for muscles. As she talked about her workout routine, her eyes kept roaming my torso with a slightly hungry look.

"But I don’t know if I could say I go to the gym nearly as often as you.” she observed. She then put a hand on my bicep and squeezed.

I grinned. I had my opening.

"True," I replied, "but that's because I play on the baseball team. I'm not sure I'd go quite as often as that if I wasn't competing."

"You shouldn't sell yourself short, Mrs. Swift," I continued. "Your abs are really nice. Just look." I reached over and lifted up the hem of her top with my left hand. Since she was comfortable admiring my arms, then I was merely reciprocating, right? And if the back of my hand almost brushed the underside of her breast, well, it was hardly my fault her boobs were so large, was it?

Mrs. Swift didn't quite have washboard abs like me, but her belly was flat and smooth with a vague hint of muscle beneath. I pointed with right at the toned flesh of her belly. "You don't get that by sitting around. You've really put some work into it."

I lay my hand flat against her abdomen and looked her in the eye. "See? I can feel your abdominal muscles beneath the skin. They're nice and tight. Very nice."

My hand lay just above the waistline of her jeans - and those were cut pretty low. So while I wasn't actually touching someplace definitely intimate, I was certainly getting close.

I figured that a couple seconds of contact after I finished talking would be tolerated as incidental contact, but anything more would be crossing a line into deliberate intimacy. I decided to leave my hand on her lower abdomen while I silently looked her in the eye and counted to ten in my head. Would she try to end the physical contact early? Would she ask me to stop?

 

[abcookie]

"Your abs are really nice. Just look."

I felt Travis’ big hands lift up my top so he could touch my bare abs. I was startled that he would make such a bold move. I reasoned that is was OK to let him continue because it’s not as if we weren’t touching each other’s bare skin when we were in the pool and the hot tub. And I also started this game of touching by grabbing his arm. Besides, I’m just having fun giving myself things to think about when I pleasure myself in the bedroom. Nothing is actually going to happen.

"See? I can feel your abdominal muscles beneath the skin. They're nice and tight. Very nice."

“I…um... I…” I had trouble completing a thought. Every ounce of my body wanted to ask him if I could feel his abs now that he had felt mine. “Travis… can I—I mean… would you…”

Too far. Don’t ask him that. You wouldn’t want anyone to know that you felt him like that for no other purposes than it just turns you on.

“…would you like to work out sometime together? I would appreciate some of your insight.”

As soon as I asked the question I snapped out of my sexual daze. I rolled my shirt back down as I regained focus.