Karen
Posted: 13 Jul 2014 00:09
This is from last weekend, on the 4th of July.
A guy I work with invited me to a party on a house by a lake; there would be BBQ, beer, wine, and from the backyard a perfect seat to watch the local town's fireworks. It was hosted by Karen, a woman in her mid-40s, who is a friend of a co-worker. Karen was lithe and tanned, with short, pixie-like blond hair. There were a lot of people there, and aside from my co-worker and his wife I had never met anyone. Karen was pretty cool, taking the time to take me under her wing -- introducing me to people, asking me questions about my life, etc., even eventually having me man the grill for an hour or so. It's an annual party, and in previous years her ex-husband did the grilling, but they got divorced last winter, so I got to do burgers, chicken, and sausages. It was fun.
After the fireworks, people began to quickly leave. The house looked like what a house looks like after such a party, and I stuck around to help. A bit into cleaning, she said she hated to wake up to mess, but she had been on her feet all day and was getting tired of housework. The she came over and kissed me -- very well. I told her that if she could help me power though the clean up now, I would give her a massage afterwards as a reward. She kissed me again, and started to clean again. I joined her, and about 30 minutes later we were done.
Afterward, we went to her bedroom and I told her to put on a towel and lie down. She had oil, which was good, but I used it pretty sparingly since she was on the sheets she was about to sleep on. I proceeded to give her a massage -- a real one, not a "sexy one." Well, that's not exactly true. By the end she was lying on her back, the towel was gone, and I had clearly transitioned into attempted-arousal mode. Finally I said I was done, and that it was getting late enough that if I was going to leave I should go. She said I should stay the night. So I stripped there and then, taking the time to turn the voice recorder on my iPhone (because I am still me, after all), and got onto the bed naked, and continued with a very different kind of touching, which led to other things -- which you can hear now, if you wish.
Feel free to insert your own "firecracker" jokes here.
A guy I work with invited me to a party on a house by a lake; there would be BBQ, beer, wine, and from the backyard a perfect seat to watch the local town's fireworks. It was hosted by Karen, a woman in her mid-40s, who is a friend of a co-worker. Karen was lithe and tanned, with short, pixie-like blond hair. There were a lot of people there, and aside from my co-worker and his wife I had never met anyone. Karen was pretty cool, taking the time to take me under her wing -- introducing me to people, asking me questions about my life, etc., even eventually having me man the grill for an hour or so. It's an annual party, and in previous years her ex-husband did the grilling, but they got divorced last winter, so I got to do burgers, chicken, and sausages. It was fun.
After the fireworks, people began to quickly leave. The house looked like what a house looks like after such a party, and I stuck around to help. A bit into cleaning, she said she hated to wake up to mess, but she had been on her feet all day and was getting tired of housework. The she came over and kissed me -- very well. I told her that if she could help me power though the clean up now, I would give her a massage afterwards as a reward. She kissed me again, and started to clean again. I joined her, and about 30 minutes later we were done.
Afterward, we went to her bedroom and I told her to put on a towel and lie down. She had oil, which was good, but I used it pretty sparingly since she was on the sheets she was about to sleep on. I proceeded to give her a massage -- a real one, not a "sexy one." Well, that's not exactly true. By the end she was lying on her back, the towel was gone, and I had clearly transitioned into attempted-arousal mode. Finally I said I was done, and that it was getting late enough that if I was going to leave I should go. She said I should stay the night. So I stripped there and then, taking the time to turn the voice recorder on my iPhone (because I am still me, after all), and got onto the bed naked, and continued with a very different kind of touching, which led to other things -- which you can hear now, if you wish.
Feel free to insert your own "firecracker" jokes here.
