Chapter 1
Sharon lay on the couch propped up on one arm, a glass of hot buttered rum warming her hands. The drink was a soothing comfort against the cold wind pelting the living room window with rain. She stared absently at the TV, another incessant Gordon Ramsey cooking show played as she nervously checked her watch for the 10th time in the last half hour. “Where the hell are they?” she muttered in a worried tone before turning her gaze back to the TV. Sharon’s attention was drawn, against her will, to the weather ticker running along the bottom of the screen. The predicted ice storm was due to hit their area in less than an hour and had been upgraded to a Winter Weather Warning.
As a native of the Midwest, particularly the suburbs of St. Louis, she was well aware of the problems ice brought. Power outages and worse, the slick roads that MODOT took forever clearing. She pulled her green silk robe closer and listened to the sound of the rain as it pattered on the window. The thin robe and matching nighty were part of the fun she planned for her husband, Brent, when he got back from his trip. The silk was not good for keeping out the cold, but it was incredibly sexy, she thought as her hand rubbed against a nipple made hard by the chill and her arousal. Sharon reluctantly pulled her hand away, knowing that if she started playing, she would quickly reach a point where she couldn’t stop herself.
“Damn, I’m such a wanton slut.” She said aloud, teasingly to herself as she thought of the show she gave Brent that morning. “Just to make sure he was eager to get home to me.” She teased her nipple between her index and forefinger, gasping as she applied just the right amount of pressure and twist to sting and send tingles coursing through her body. She swore she could feel herself getting wet at just the thought of Brent coming home and finding her… “STOP.” She scolded herself aloud then murmured. “Besides, it is so much better when he is helping me.” A dirty smirk replaced the look of concern on her face, her eyes gradually unfocused as she contemplated what the rest of the night might hold and ignored the TV. A brisk wind rattled the windows and brought her back to the here and now.
Laughing again at herself, Sharon shivered slightly as she tried to get back into the show and ignore the worsening storm. She swore she could now hear the telltale clicking of ice pellets on the window and nearly made up her mind to call Brent. Concern and worry for his safety far overriding her arousal. She hadn’t heard from him in hours and it wasn’t that far from their home to Columbia, where he and the boys drove that morning.
While chewing a nail and debating for the thousandth time if she should call, the sound of the garage door opening startled her. “Finally!” She gasped a sense of great relief raced through her body in a palpable rush. Cinching the robe around her as she stood, Sharon made her way through the kitchen and attached mudroom to the door that opened into the three-car garage. She paused at the sound of several voices, in the garage in muffled conversation. Standing still, the handle in her hand, she thought about her attire, ‘Not like the guys haven’t seen me in skimpy bikinis before and this covers everything, pretty much.’
Her mind made up, Sharon opened the door and peered into the chilly garage. One rolling door stood open, a tall man framed in the entry as he backed slowly into the empty space behind him, directing a trailer loaded with an object under a tarp.
“OK, just a bit further.” He called out in a deep voice as a second man came in through the doors, just ahead of the trailer. He was tall, well built with shaggy brown hair blowing in the strengthening wind.
“Plenty of clearance, Will.” The new man called out to his companion.
Sharon, unnoticed, took a step into the cold garage, shivering as an errant breeze ran up her legs from the open door. The robe fell to just above her knees and was doing nothing to keep her warm, but still. She’d been worried and it was a relief to see the guys made it back safely. She watched as Will continued his backward motion interspersed with frequent hand gestures and yelled directions. The sound of a large diesel motor eventually drowning out his voice just before he waved both hands and yelled, “That’s Got IT!” She heard a door open, then slam shut before seeing the shadowed figure of a third man walk around the trailer and into the garage to join Will.
“Babe!” The third man yelled as he caught site of her. His brown hair whipped around his face as a strong gust caught it for a moment. He brushed it back nonchalantly and walked over to her with a hurried pace and a big happy grin. “I should’ve called, but I thought for sure you’d be asleep.” Before she could respond, he took her in a huge embrace, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and lifting slightly.
“Damn.” She muttered under her breath before whispering in his ear. “I was worried. I had no idea if you’d been caught in the storm. I saw the photos from your last text but that was hours ago, and I thought you’d have been on the road sooner.” She patted a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. “I’m also fucking horny.” He squeezed her tighter before whispering in her ear.
“Sorry, love. I’ll fill you in on the story later, but we had a bitch of a time getting the car out of the garage. The weather turned quicker West of here. We almost got a room in Columbia but thought we’d be able to make it before things got really bad.” He told her in a reassuring and apologetic tone. “Oh, me too.” That last statement was loaded with tons of innuendo and made her chuckle.
Sharon pulled back to glance out the still open garage door. Will and Steve were working around the hitch to disconnect it from the truck. She could see one of them had already put chocks around the wheels to keep it from rolling. Bitter cold wind continued to gust in the open door making her shiver with each icy blast.
“It’s fine.” She looked up at Brent with a faint smile that crept up to her eyes, giving them a devilish twinkle. “I just had a special evening planned to celebrate you picking up your ‘baby’. I guess we can just push it back a few hours.” She chuckled again. “OK, why don’t you help the guys. I’m freezing!” She finished with a shiver.
“Hey, Sharon!” Will called over to her. Obviously, Brent’s buddies had been waiting to make sure she wasn’t royally pissed at their late arrival before saying anything to her.
“Hey yourselves.” She gave a rueful shake of her head accompanied with a small grin. Sharon genuinely liked Will and Steve, a good thing since they had been friends of Brent’s long before she met him in college. In fact, she was sure it was their ultimate approval of her that led Brent to propose. Shit, that was almost nine years ago, right out of college.
“Hey, finish up and I’ll have some warm drinks for you.” She waved again, her auburn hair whipping into her face as another, stronger blast of wind caught it. She felt her robe flutter open in the bone chilling breeze and knew the guys caught a glimpse of what she wore under it. ‘Well, not like they didn’t see more when we all shared an apartment our senior year at Mizzou. Or that float trip a few years ago on the Huzzah River and I was in that skimpy bikini. That thing barely contained the girls.’ She chuckled at the memory then looked into Brent’s eyes.
Brent grinned down at her, he definitely saw the skimpy green silk bit of nothing as she pulled her robe closed and there was no way he failed to notice her nipples as they stood out like proud soldiers on parade.
“New?” He asked her as he made a head bob down to her attire. “Awesome!”
“Yep. Should I change? I mean if the guys are coming in?” She raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response.
“Nah. Why bother?” He grinned. “This won’t take long!” He told her then turned to the trailer, catching Will and Steve exchanging quick grins on their faces before they turned back and tried to pretend they were unhitching the trailer. ‘Yep, they saw.’ Brent didn’t care and he knew Sharon didn’t either. During one of their frequent lovemaking/wild fantasy sex sessions she confided she enjoyed knowing Brent told the guys about how good she was in bed and went on to encourage him telling more. As long as he shared the reactions with her. She freely admitted to enjoying the vicarious thrill.
Walking over to them, Brent decided to skip any comment on Sharon’s attire. They knew Sharon had a wild side, although they only knew that from occasional stories Brent would share with them. He grinned as he thought of the many kinky stories he never passed along.
“So, we have everything unhitched.” Steve commented as Brent walked up. He pointed to where they had lifted the tongue of the hitch and placed the arm on cinder blocks. All the wiring was disconnected, and it appeared all that was needed was to pull the truck out so the door would close.
“Thanks guys.” Brent nodded as he double checked everything. The rain that was falling had now mixed with sleet and was obviously freezing on every surface, even the drive had developed a sheen under the house lights that glistened with more than just wet. He stared out for a second before clearing his throat. “So, it looks like this shit storm is just going to keep coming. Sharon said she would have drinks for us when we finish. If you want to leave now before it gets worse, I’ll let her know. She’ll get it.”
“Dude, looks like she has plans for you tonight anyway.” Will chuckled, his brilliant white teeth a stark contrast to the ebony color of his face. He chucked Brent on the shoulder before continuing. “Let’s get you finished then we can take off.” Brent didn’t respond, they were guys, they got it. Instead, he just nodded and stepped out in the weather, moving to the driver’s door of his big Ford pickup. The rain, no, now it was sleet and rain, pelted him as soon as he moved from the protection of the garage. On his second step, he slipped, right foot sliding forward as he windmilled his arms for balance.
“Shit!” He exclaimed as his right arm hit the edge of the truck bed. It stung like hell but did help keep him on his feet. He heard stifled laughter from his friends before he cautiously made his way to the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. Releasing the brake, he then dropped the truck into 1st, planning a slow easy start to get a feel for how slick the drive had become. Slowly lifting his foot from the clutch, he felt as the drive engaged and began moving him forward. Within seconds, he had the distinct feel of the truck sliding, uncontrolled along the driveway. He cautiously tried to turn the truck, edging it to the side of the long, and fortunately, wide driveway where he hoped for more grip.
Nothing. He knew right away there was absolutely no grip and quickly but softly stepped on the clutch and brake to try and slow the vehicle. Despite the anti-lock feature, the brakes did in fact seize, sending the big pickup into an almost delicate pirouette. Brent held onto the wheel, knowing the slight incline of the drive would direct his huge toboggan to the gravel edging. Sure enough, his front tires hit the gravel and dug in, slowly swinging the rear of the truck around, until the rear wheels grabbed the gravel on the opposite side of the drive. The truck stopped abruptly, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
While not worried, not too worried that is, he was shocked at how fast the ice moved in and covered the drive. Taking another breath to calm himself, it wouldn’t do to look scared in front of Steve and Will. Brent shut down the truck and slid from the cab, using the passenger side as he wisely elected to avoid as much of the slick drive as possible. He slid his way along the front of the truck, hands on the hood to steady himself until he reached the still crunchy gravel. Taking a few steps, he realized the quickly worsening storm was going to freeze over the grass and yard within minutes.
“Well, guess the weather guys were right this time.” He said as he carefully walked through the still open garage door. “Looks like you two will need to camp out here for the night. There is no way I can get the truck moved.” He gestured to where it blocked the drive, then to the Jeep and Land Rover parked in front of one of the other garage doors. “Until I can throw down some ice melt, and that won’t work while it’s still raining, sleeting… Whatever the hell it’s doing now. Anyway, looks like you are stuck here for a while.” He shook rain and ice pellets from his Northface coat as he spoke, standing in the door and looking out on the surreal scene before them. The trees were already drooping from ice buildup which caught the lone street light and drive lights in a sparkling winter wonderland effect.
“Works for me. It’s late anyway. You sure it won’t put a crimp in Sharon’s plans?” Steve replied, turning with Will to follow Brent into the house. Brent hit the garage door button before walking into the mudroom, just off the garage, where he shucked his boots, coat and hat.
“Nah. Told you, she has her fantasies. Don’t be surprised if you hear a few screams.” He chuckled then switched subjects. “There are plenty of hangers for coats and hats.” He gestured to the hooks lined up on a stained oak holder attached to one wall. “I’ll go check with Sharon and let her know you guys will be staying tonight.
“No need.” Sharon’s voice carried through the partially opened door that led to the interior of the house. “I watched your ice capade audition from the kitchen. I give you a 6 out of 10.” The humor in her voice leaked through the statement bringing soft manly giggles from Steve and Will. Brent wasn’t sure she heard his earlier comment but knew it didn’t matter. As much as he shared with his friends, neither knew how kinky Sharon could really get. She’d always taken care to never let that side out, unless they were behind closed doors.
Then she added, “If you hear screams, its going to be buddy boy there.” Her tinkling laughter brought open smiles to their faces and a carefully restrained guffaw from Brent. He wisely chose discretion and did not respond to her comment. His happy grin was enough.
Sharon was standing in the kitchen, still wearing her green silk robe, having debated changing into something a little less revealing when she realized the guys were going to have to spend the night. While the ‘guys’ had seen her in bikinis and occasionally wrapped in nothing but a towel, she never tried to make life tough for them by flaunting her body. This outfit was definitely on the sexy side, but not too much, she thought.
“Seriously, Steve and I gave him high marks on composition but marked him down for not sticking the landing.” Will quipped as he tugged off a boot and set it next to its mate on the tile floor.
“Ha. I should make you two skate your asses home.” Brent fired back laughing. “My landing was perfect, even the Russian judges gave me high scores.” He clapped Will on the shoulder as he walked past him into the house. Sharon stood before the stove, stirring two pots of steaming liquid.
“I’m guessing you guys ate something already?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. One side of her lip quirked up at some inner joke. She knew they would have taken the opportunity to grab junk food on their excursion. “I made some hot buttered rum and have some mulled wine going as well. Help yourselves, you know where the mugs and glasses are.”
“That smells awesome. Kelly and I loved the spice wine you made for the holidays.” Steve said as he moved to the stove, referring to his on and off again girlfriend. He absently reached into a cabinet for a mug which was quickly filled using a ladle laying on a small plate next to the steaming wine.
“I’ll try the rum.” Will said, also grabbing a mug. “I’m betting these are at least as strong as the last batch you made?” He grinned and gestured to the fragrant liquids. Sharon was leaning against the counter opposite the stove. Her robe creased open just enough to show the green silk top of her nighty and a smooth expanse of skin. She smiled back at Will then stretched out, extending her mug to him.
“Probably stronger. It’s damn cold out there!” She exclaimed as she faked a shiver. “Fill me up?”
“Damn, too many comments!” Will said in a mock gasp. “OK, we all know how cold it is, your thermometers are out. Second, Oh, I’d love to fill you up, but damn the luck, Brent got there first.” Will fired back with a straight face. Sharon laughed in delight, her cheeks flushing from the liquor, her brief stint in the icy garage, and now Will’s racy comment.
“Yep, built in thermometers. It is so nice being a girl and having you manly men point those things out to me.” Sharon glowered at him but playfully, the twinkle in her eyes giving away her humor. “Oh, I’m also sure you couldn’t handle me big boy.” She fired back, without missing a beat. Sharon giggled as she saw Brent’s shoulders shake with his barely contained laughter. The four of them had hit it off right away when they met in college. Will and Steve often joking that if they didn’t already have girlfriends, they would have made a play for Sharon.
Sharon was gorgeous thought Brent as he glanced back for a quick and admiring view. Sharon’s shoulder length wavy hair framed her face perfectly, setting off the high cheekbones and light green eyes. Under the robe, he knew her body as well as his own, shapely and firm in all the right places. She often joked at the hard work it took to maintain her figure, but he never complained. Especially in bed. Shaking his head, he gave in to a quick muse about what she had in store for him that evening. He knew she’d been drinking, and the outfit just meant she was up for some play, some rough play if he was any judge. The longer they’d been together, the more daring and demanding she became. Also, not something he ever complained about.
“Very true, she is pretty rough.” Brent finally got out between his not so well contained laughter as he grabbed a mug and filled it. They fell right into their typical pattern of not so subtle sexual innuendo for the next several minutes.
“Geez…” Steve groaned. “Always the same thing. We need a new routine now that we are older and responsible.” His smile made the pointed comment light.
“You are right sweetie.” Sharon said, half in jest as she swayed past him on the way to the living room. She was like that, they all were. Fun flirting that never went too far. She was one of those gorgeous women who loved to play like the guys and definitely gave as good as she got when it came to flirting and teasing. To her credit, she also seemed to know when to pull back and hated women who pushed too far.
“Damn. This is really good.” Will exclaimed as he sipped his drink.
“Glad you like it. I figured you guys would be wiped out after driving to Columbia and back to get the car. So, I thought I’d have something warm for you when you got in.”
“You look like you have something warm for Brent. That’s for sure!” Steve jumped in, following Will and Sharon into the living room.
“I hope so!” Brent called over their shoulders as he joined them. “I’m going to warm up by the fire before I warm up later.” He leered at her.
“We’ll see buddy boy. You kept me waiting and worried. I may not be interested anymore.” Brent sat on a loveseat facing the fireplace and immediately found his lap full of very warm, very pleasant woman. Sharon sat across his legs, wriggling in so she could place her head on his shoulder. She consciously positioned herself so her legs would face away from Steve and Will. She thought the robe and negligee she wore were much too short to face the other direction.
“Awe, aren’t they cute.” Steve teased as he sat on the couch opposite Brent and Sharon. He laughed at the silent middle finger she raised without looking at him. “Anytime.” Came his quick reply, followed by laughter from Sharon.
“And you. Sharon said, picking her head off Brent’s shoulder. “This better be a good story.” He pouted at her even as his arms wrapped around her warm figure pulling her close.
“But sweetie, you said I could go.” He whined, getting a laugh from all three.
“Yeah, yeah. So, tell me all about it. Was it worth the drive? Oh, by the way.” She stopped and craned her head around to Steve and Will. The guest rooms are set, just grab what you need. You know where everything is.” Will waggled his eyebrows at her when she mentioned ‘grab’. Seeing that, Brent cupped one of her ass cheeks with his left hand over her robe and squeezed playfully.
“I’ll do the grabbing, well most of it.” He chuckled. “OK, so you really want to hear about it?” At her nod he began. Sharon loved the feel of his warm hand on her ass, it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything, the silk was so thin.
Since high school Brent always wanted an old corvette. Unfortunately, he couldn’t afford anything until his recent promotion at the investment firm he worked at in Creve Coeur. For the last two years he’d been searching web-sites and papers for just the right car. Finally, he was called by a friend of a friend about a barn find at a location just North of Columbia. A few calls and emails later and he knew it was the car he wanted. Or at least he was pretty sure and planned this trip to look and buy if it was the right car for him. Will and Steve jumped at the chance to go with him and do a guy’s day, mini road trip to their old college stomping grounds.
Brent explained that an older gentleman showed them the car, a 65 corvette, black exterior and interior. It had been under a dirty tarp in a rundown barn for the last 30 years. Ever since the old man’s son passed away from cancer. Hearing that bit of news, Sharon made a sad face but didn’t interrupt as Brent continued. He told her they checked numbers, and everything looked good, just not maintained. While he spoke his hands gently caressed her back and legs and she melted into his grasp.
Will and Steve chimed in occasionally as Brent spoke, to clarify or add to a comment. Both took up the story when it came to move the car onto the trailer. Sharon listened patiently, happily. She and Brent had a remarkable relationship and she genuinely enjoyed hearing about things that made him happy. Just as he did for her.
“Tires were flat, steering was nonexistent, and that old floor was pretty much mush. We spent hours moving and winching the damn thing into place.” Steve blurted out.
“Yeah, pretty much what you would expect for sitting in a barn for that long. Tires were flat, gas was basically shellac but everything is there.” Added Will.
“It’s going to take some work, but when you’re done that will be one sweet ride.” Steve said wistfully.
“He already has a sweet ride.” Sharon said, still from Brent’s lap where she was enjoying his casual caresses. Well, not so casual anymore as his left hand had moved up, opening the robe enough that he could cup one firm tit as he spoke. Sharon knew the guys couldn’t see what he was doing. She also knew Brent was enjoying himself, knowing how much this would turn her on.
She thought about moving so she wouldn’t accidently give the guys a show but quickly quashed that thought. She was enjoying herself too much and the thought of them catching a glimpse of boob or the promised land was actually turning her on more than she wanted to admit. Besides, she was still fairly certain they couldn’t see anything. Just that touch of uncertainty added to her excitement. She couldn’t see them but fantasized about Steve and Will enjoying the site of Brent touching her, exposing more of her thigh to their gaze as he moved his hand.
Several years ago, she had confessed to Brent that she fantasized about having sex with Brent while someone watched. In fact, she and Brent often role played that fantasy and it was running through her mind now as she enjoyed his touches. This was actually the closest they had ever come to living out any of those crazier fantasies, and she laughed inwardly at the thought. Shifting slightly, Sharon kissed Brent’s neck then leaned her head down to rest on his shoulder once again. The motion allowed her to ever slightly open her legs just enough for his questing finger to lightly touch her pussy. She withheld a gasp as he pushed the tip of his index finger against her clit.
“Well, we wouldn’t know about that.” Steve replied, reminding her they were actually present. “More’s the pity.” He added with a goofy Irish accent.
“Well, we know what Brent says. Man, does he have some stories.” Will chided her, his face lit with a huge grin as she threw her head back to mock scowl at him over her shoulder.
“Hmmm! I bet he’s had some stories. He may have more to tell you in the morning. Speaking of which, it is getting late.” And I am so fucking horny, she finished to herself. Sharon slid languidly from Brent’s lap, allowing him a brief glimpse of her ample cleavage barely hidden by the negligee, before she pulled her robe tight and turned to face Will and Steve. “Let me show you the rooms and make sure I didn’t forget towels.”
“Love, I’m going to hit the shower in our room before these two use up all the hot water. Guys, see you in the AM, which is in just a few minutes.” He laughed at his own joke before smacking Sharon playfully on her ass and moving down the hall to the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms. Brent knew she had plans for him that evening. The way she wriggled under his touch as they cuddled on the love seat and the slickness he found when he touched her pussy were all he needed to know the evening could be epic.
“Whatever, I’ll be right there.” Sharon sighed theatrically. “Follow him guys. Your rooms are to the right at the top of the stairs.”
“Did you ever think maybe they would like to follow you?” Brent joked from the foot of the stairs where he grinned shamelessly in her direction. This was another one of their old college jokes, the men would always follow her up the stairs to their third-floor apartment. Only this time, she was wearing less than she would have been comfortable with in those days.
Sharon stared at him, a smile quirking her lips as she knew he was daring her on. This had become part of a game they played with each other, when the mood was right, push the limits. She was glad he had caught her mood. Taking the dare, Sharon slid past Will and Steve, making sure to oh so casually run her arm across Steve’s chest and Will’s arm as she passed.
“You mean like this?” She exaggerated her hip motion, swaying her round ass as she climbed a few stairs, feeling the men’s eyes on her as she moved. The soft silk of her nighty and the robe made swishing sounds with her movement.
“Sure, I guess.” Steve said, playing nonchalant. “I mean, it’s been a while since we followed you up the stairs at the old place in Columbia.” He added, his mind surprisingly on the same track as hers. Well, maybe not too surprising as he’d just come from the town where they spent a little over four years of their lives. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was her own state of arousal, but in that second, Sharon decided to do something she’d never have done back in the day. Flirting, and risqué comments were fine, and she knew there were plenty of times she showed a lot when running from bathroom to bedroom wrapped in a towel. But she never blatantly used her body for their attention. Moving up another step, she uncinched the robe and tossing back her shoulders she allowed it to fall gracefully to the floor.
The nighty she wore wasn’t slutty or anything that would jump off the hanger and scream, “Fuck Me!” No, it was classier than that, it merely whispered in soft sultry tones, ‘So, you want to have some of this?’ in a low sultry voice. It was a simple one piece, completely open at the back down to the soft rise of her ass cheeks where it came together and fell gracefully to just below the curve of her butt in the skimpiest of skirts. She knew they couldn’t see anything, not really, but the hint was there. She had a quick feeling of doubt over her actions but quickly banished the thought.
“Whoops.” She said playfully, turning her body from the waist to stare down at the men and allow them a glimpse of the front of her attire. A simple string tied behind her head held the top in place and attached to thin triangle shaped wisps of green that covered, well barely covered, her breasts before linking back to the skirt. She knew the angle she turned would show both men massive amounts of side boob. Holding the pose for a scant second, she turned and walked past a grinning Brent. She was stacked, as Brent often said, and she did occasionally enjoy showing off that fact.
“C’mon boys. You’ve seen me in less on the beach.” Despite her words, she couldn’t look back, not just yet, knowing that her face would give away the fact she wasn’t nearly as calm as she sounded.
“True, yeah. No big deal.” came a chorus behind her. The tones sardonic but with a hint of more. She knew they enjoyed the show no matter what they said, that there was definitely a hint of lust. Walking into the first room on her right, she hit the light switch and saw she had, in fact, left a towel on the bed.
“Cool. Which of you wants this room?” She asked, turning to face both men. At that moment she realized how much of her was on view. Her large tits filled the front of the negligee to overflowing, the cloth barely covering her areola. The triangles came together below her boobs with a thin strap connecting the bottom corners of the triangles to the ‘skirt’. Both men made gallant attempts to avoid staring and both failed.
“Me,” said Will quickly. “I’ll hit the shower first, if that’s cool with you Steve?” At Steve’s nod he brushed past Sharon, grabbed the towel from the bed and turned to the bathroom.
“Steve, down this way.” Sharon said, distracted with the lingering feeling where the warmth of Will’s arm innocently brushed her breasts as he slid by her. She led Steve to the next room, again clicking on the light as she moved to stand near the bed. Steve walked past her to grab the towel then turned to face her.
“Thanks. I’ll wait till Will is finished then clean up before bed.” He said to her, clearing his throat nervously as he turned and saw her standing in the doorway, arms crossed under her breasts, her nipples solid masses under the nearly nonexistent silk. Even her areolas were now making larger circles around her nipples. He knew her pose was her usual stance and not intended to turn him on, but it didn’t matter. He felt the telltale stirrings in his pants as his cock began filling and realized he’d been staring, for a while. “So, what’s new? How’s work?” He stuttered out, anything to cause a distraction.
“Not much. Work’s good. Busier than ever.” For some reason, those few words made her completely aware of where she was and how she was dressed. Her face flushed with the realization she was practically naked and having a conversation with one of her husband’s best friends, while another took a shower just feet away. She felt a rush of something and knew it was pure unadulterated lust. Lust at the situation more than the man standing before her. She had fantasized about this kind of thing with Brent. She even enjoyed watching porn where the female model took on one or more guys but just never imagined feeling on the verge of carrying through with those fantasies. As those thoughts raced through her mind she glanced down at Steve’s tight jeans and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was getting hard.
“Shit” she muttered, then realized she said it aloud.
Steve looked at her as she spoke and realized she was nervous too, and more than a bit aroused if her nipples, rapid breathing and the almost scarlet hue of her chest were any indicators. There was a moments silence, neither willing to say anything that might draw attention to what they were already aware. He expected her to make some excuse and leave; he prayed silently that she would do that before he embarrassed himself further. Instead, she stayed then stuttered out a question about Columbia. They continued a staccato, embarrassed, awkward exchange for the next several seconds.
Over the years Sharon included herself in their sexual jokes and innuendo, almost like one of the guys. It just happened that Brent was the only one of the men who had a long-term relationship, so they heard more and more Sharon stories. They knew a lot about her fantasies and her very active needs. He thought about how she would tease, good naturedly, at the apartment but neither he or Will had ever looked at her as anyone other than Brent’s girl. Somehow, tonight that might have changed, and he had no idea why.
“Umm, OK, I’ll get going now.” Sharon finally stammered as she began backing from the room, raising her hand in a silly wave as she hit the hall and turned only to stand in the doorway. The view didn’t help Steve’s nerves. Her tits were barely contained by the top with this side view showing huge expanses of her milky white tits.
“Well hey there.” Came a deep throated chuckle, followed by a gasp from Sharon. “Sorry, thought you were in the other room, or I’d have put this on before I came out. Steve, his own embarrassment forgotten moved up to look out the door. Will was standing a few feet away, his towel hung before him, held in a hand as if he’d swiped it off a shoulder to cover up.
“Ha, well. You always were walking around with barely any clothes.” Sharon quipped. She stood silently for a second then took a deep breath and stepped forward and placed a hand on Will’s still damp chest. She waited a second as Will stared down at her admiring the full cleavage on display. She then applied gentle pressure, moving him aside slightly as she turned to squeeze past him, her ass thrust out to rub intentionally along his bare thigh. She was facing the rail that separated the hall from the stairs and slid her hands along that bannister in what had to be a suggestive and planned move. She glanced back at Steve, as if to ensure he was watching and turned slightly in his direction. Steve couldn’t help but stare as her arms forced her tits together, he swore softly as he noticed her left boob was completely out before she turned away from them, past the top of the staircase and slowly to the room across from theirs.
“Night guys.” She called over her shoulder.
“Well, damn.” Steve said, “You are so not right.” He chuckled, forcing himself to find humor in what had rapidly become an awkward and sexually tense scene. “Now we know why Brent was in such a hurry to get home.”
“Brent is in for it tonight.” Will chuckled, staring at Sharon’s back and her face turned slightly in profile as she listened. Without saying a word, she reached a hand to the hall light switch, her finger slowly, sensually slid down the panel, dimming the light to a dusk like hue. The lights from the two guest rooms just added to the play of shadow while leaving the majority of the space in a film noir scene of black and white.
“You think? Hmmm, you have no idea.” Came the soft sultry sound of her lowered voice as she took a slow step towards the master bedroom. Her hand moved from the light switch to the back of her neck, lingering a few moments as she worked her fingers to untie the string holding up her negligee. She allowed it to slowly fall from her body, like some dark liquid pouring from her, slowly revealing her shadowed form. Neither man spoke as she took the several steps needed to reach her room, the door was slightly ajar and required just a simple push to open the rest of the way. A soft light from within now added color to her body as she paused and turned slightly in profile. The move another intentional one, allowing both men to gaze at her nude form, if only briefly. Sharon, knowing the men were staring and reveled in their gazes. Without a look back she crossed the threshold and pushed the door closed behind her.
“Holy shit.” Steve breathed out as he willed his mind to freeze the image of Sharon in the door. Her left breast was outlined in the light from the room, soft and white, the nipple protruding enough to cast a shadow along the side of her tit.
“Seriously, wow. I knew she had an ass, but that thing was tight!” Will said softly but with feeling. “Brent is seriously going to have his world rocked tonight.”
“Yeah, damn. OK, I’m in for a long cold shower.” Steve joked with feeling. “Night.”
“Yeah, night.” Will sighed as he moved to his room.
