Several weeks after the trip to the lake classes were in session and Angie was back in school. We hadn't seen each other since the night in the shower house and I was climbing the walls to be with her again. She and her husband were offered a chance to spend the next weekend in Lancing paid for by his employer, where he was having meetings. When she told me she was almost disappointed.
"It sounds like you'll have a great weekend. It will be whatever you make of it." I said to her.
"What I really want is a weekend with you," she said. "I can't get that night out of my head and I don't want to be unhappy anymore. Frank, I need to be with you." The tears welled in the corners of her eyes and I gently reached up to wipe them dry while my heart raced in my chest.
"Go and try to enjoy yourself, Ange. We can sort this out down the road but we can't have anyone suspect that something happened between us. Not for now, anyway."
"I'll skip this trip. Dave is always in meetings and then has drinks talking business and whatever else with the guys from his company, so I would be on my own. I can take only so many shopping trips before I'm bored stiff." Heh, she said stiff. I smiled. We could hear Dave and my wife talking out on the deck as we walked out together. The kids were playing a game on the walk-out patio in the back yard and we were on the deck up above, enjoying the view over the rolling hills from our home on a bluff.
"You sure did pick the perfect spot up here, Frank. How did you find this piece of ground?" Dave asked.
"I've been watching it since I was a kid. Every time we drove by I thought it would be perfect to build in the trees as long as the woods weren't disturbed much, I replied. "The builders had to work a lot more carefully to dig the basement and we pumped in the concrete for the foundation between the big oak trees out front. They did a great job- you wouldn't know the house is here unless you were really looking for it."
"You'll have to let us come up here for a weekend sometime when you're gone," Ange said.
The thought of Angie in my house made my pulse quicken. The master bedroom was all windows on the east side and since the back yard was adjacent to a national forest there were no neighbors or prying eyes for miles. When was the last time the shades were drawn, I asked myself? From where I stood I could see Ange naked in my bedroom, showering in the glass stall overlooking the back yard and the river down the hill a hundred yards further. Soapy streams ran from her body as she lathered her fit body. Her fingers worked her nipples, bringing them to full attention and she put her foot on the ledge as she soaped her neatly trimmed pussy. Her fingers spent several moments exploring, one hand in front and the other making long strokes between the cheeks of her fabulous ass. After rinsing her tan, smooth skin, she turned off the spray and reached for a towel. Drops of water clinged to her and I imagined licking each drop off her body from head to toes.
She reached for a thick white towel and patted the drops of water from her arms and legs. She stepped from the stall, wrapping her hair in the towel as she did, then wandered into the large walk-in closet to the back of the bathroom. Her fingers grazed the sleeves of my jackets and shirts and she leaned in to smell the scent of my clothing. Angie retreated from the closet, then walked into the bedroom, pulling the towel from her hair and dropping in on the bed as she passed by. I could see her bare feet in the thick carpet, long dark legs ending at the creamy white flesh of her privates. Her tiny, yet well-rounded ass was as tight as any 18 year old's and her trimmed bush revealed her very long labia.
Angie turned toward the bed, placed one knee on top, and pushed herself onto the comforter, stretching out on her flat stomach, hands above her head and flexed legs spread slightly. Toes pointed, the sight of her sexy feet and ankles made my prick begin to throb. Rolling onto her back in the middle of the king sized bed, she spread her legs out wide, enjoying the space all to herself. Her wandering hands caressed her skin, feeling her flat stomach that showed no evidence of bearing two children, her a-cup breasts with long, thick gum-drop shaped nipples. Her left hand massaged and squeezed her nipples which sooon stood at full attention. Probably harder than most guy's dicks, I thought as I watched her pull and roll them between her fingers. Her right hand rested above her pubic mound, fingers trailing through her trimmed pubes and lightly diddling her succulent lips. I was ready for her and started through the open French doors that led to the private master bedroom deck...
"Frank!" my wife said, for the second, or was it the third time. I snapped back to reality and was hoping I hadn't been caught with that glassy-eyed look while staring at Angie as she sat on the sofa next to Dave with bare legs and feet curled beneath her. "Did you hear Dave?"
"Ah, no, sorry. Just thinking about work for a minute. Our proposal for the new power system at the plant is ready to go and we will be starting on it soon... What were you saying?" I asked.
"Well, since Angie won't be going with me this trip and the kids will be with my folks in Lancing I thought she might like you to come down for a couple of days. You haven't been away for a while you said, so...what do you think?" asked Dave.
I looked at my wife and with a broad smile she quickly said yes for both of us.
"Oh, good!" Ange exclaimed. We didn't make direct eye contact but the excitement was beginning to build.
"I'm sure we could be down early Friday evening. If you don't want to cook we'll buy you dinner." I suggested.
