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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A few weeks went by, nothing heard from either Steve or Rachel. The craziness of my sink repair visit was still playing round and round in my brain tho. But one Friday afternoon it happened, a message, from Steve - “hey dude, we have hosting a little bbq on Sunday afternoon if you would like to join us, just a few close friends and old neighbours?”. I tried not to seem to excited about the idea of seeing Rachel again and reply to quickly, but my cock brain got the better of me and replied within a minute “sounds awesome, very much in! Do I need to bring anything?”. As I pressed send I thought maybe I should of messaged Rachel the last bit!
Sunday soon came around, I got dressed up in some smart shorts and a tight white shirt, for me pretty fashionable. I grabbed a few bottles of wine from the fridge and headed over. I must have been late as when I got there everyone else had already arrived, around 7 or 8 couples with lots of kids running round. Steve met me at the door, seemed his normally happy self, he seriously must not know what has been happening.
As we walk through the house we walk straight through the lounge, I can’t help myself but look down at the rug. Very faintly you could still see the white stains from a few weeks earlier! Now I regret wearing these shorts as the shape of my erecting member must have been visible to everyone.
As we walk into the garden they have hired a hot tub for the evening, sat on the side was Rachel. She liked radiant in a tight back bikini with her ever growing bump catching the sun light perfectly. In the hot tube she was joined by a few of my old neighbours who were also all so attractive - never has there been a hot tub with such a high standard of MILF’s in!
As I walked past Rachel extended an arm to greet me, this was far from the shy Rachel I was used to from our last visit. We kissed cheeks and had a wonderful short hug! Feeling her body against mine made my shorts even tighter. As we let go I greeted some of the other women in the hot tub who I knew, Clare and Jo bing a few. Both were close friends of Rachel and also close neighbours of mine. When Jo had moved in I did some work for her but never got the luxuries that Rachel extended!
As I moved through the garden greeting others I could not help looking back over at Rachel, still sat there sipping her none alcoholic Prosecco, pure beauty. However out the corner of my eye I noticed Jo giving me quite the look. Not one of anger or disappointment but one of sexual excitement, if you like, those ‘take me to bed eyes’. Suddenly I was more arroused!
We had a laugh, Steve’s bbq skills were an epic failure and myself and Clare’s husband Mike ended up taking over for the sake of everyone’s health! Often I spend time thinking, beyond money what does this man bring to the relationship?
After a few glasses of wine it was time to use the bathroom, as I headed in I knew exactly where I was going. As I climbed the stairs my phone pinged, a message from Rachel. As I opened it I found it was a picture message. She was on the floor of the bathroom facing a full length mirror. She knelt taking the selfy with her right hand and her left was two fingers deep inside her, the caption attached “….I’m waiting for you”.
My slow walk up the stairs suddenly became a two stairs at a time run. I recognised the bathroom she was in as I hung that mirror! As I got to the door I knocked lightly, the door unlocked and I let myself in. There she was, naked, with a that same burning fire look in her eyes. As she moved to kiss me I pushed her back against the shower door. I help my lips millimetres from hers but did not touch hers. This teasing clearly drove her insane as her breathing became a desperate panting.
Staring into her eyes I said one word, one word that for the rest of the night would have her on her toes “no.” She looked disapointly at me. The look across her face was that she had done something wrong, she hadn’t. I instructed her to get dressed. As she did she kept looking at me, desperate for me to change my mind and use her. As she pulled her bikini pants up I could see how wet she was… “stop” I said, her bikini bottoms at her mid thighs.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a butterfly wireless vibrator. She has no idea what this was. Probably the cheaper end of the market for vibrating toys with no smart phone intrigation but a small button control allowed for very discreet remote control.
I instructed her to insert it into her bikini bottoms. She did without question, they only just hid the sides but you could clearly see the shape. As she stood there I gave her a short taste of what was to come. Her knees almost buckled under the power and this was its lowest setting!
I told her to return to the party. She looked nervous and sheepish but seemed excited at the same time. As she left the bathroom I growled “I’m in control all night now”. She smiled back and walked away… now this was going to be fun!
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