It was a beautiful Sunday morning and in my 4WD was driving home from a small town about 50km to the south. Warm sun, chill music and no traffic always puts me in a good mood. Life was good.
There was however another reason for my smile.
You see the fly of my shorts was open, my cock was out and wrapped around my 7 ½ inch hardon was a small hand belonging to my friend Anne. She was rubbing it, moving it about with her tiny fingers, thumbing the head and coating it with the drops of precum she skilfully coaxed out of it. Amusing herself by playing with my meaty lovestick and feeling the heft of it as though renewing acquaintances with an old friend was a purely self-indulgent act for Anne. The damp spot spreading on the crotch of her cream coloured shorts confirmed this.
Before I get too far ahead of the story, a bit about me. My name is Mike. I stand 6'2', about 190lbs, tanned with broad shoulders and an athletic build, the result of years of football and swimming. I was a gym junkie but now pushing 50 and owning my own business in the country, I take things a bit easier and well, the washboard abs have given way to the beginnings of a small keg. It gets harder as you enjoy life but I still had my boyish looks and a full head of short wavy, greying hair and I get hit on regularly by my wife's friends and her sisters and aunts. That's a whole other story.
Anne on the other hand was single. She was a petite woman of Chinese descent with a beautiful oval face and full lips that reminded me of Jessica Biel. She stood about 5'2" and had a slim build with a small waist, beautiful, silky smooth olive skin, black hair that reached the middle of her back and a set that was about 32C. Not overly large but with her build and tiny waist, she was a wet dream even though most times she dressed conservatively to hide it. I knew from experience that she had a body made for sin and when turned on, an appetite to match.
Anne was a year ahead of me and we met at high school at the drama group. We got along from the start and dated for a little while but apart from some kissing, groping and plenty of oral never went any further. We were young and naive and well, fooling around without protection was taboo back then. Come college and we went our separate ways as is the way.
I bumped into Anne some ten years later when I was living on the east coast. We both came around a corner in town and recognised each other immediately. She'd shed some puppy fat and I was taller and more muscled but otherwise looked the same.
After the usual hugs and kisses we stopped for a coffee and did some catching up. We were both in our late 20s then and I was managing a small I.T. firm in town while she was teaching some form of yoga. Still single and health focussed Anne had just moved there but didn't know anyone so I guess it was an opportune meeting for her. After checking with my partner I invited her to our place for dinner. My girlfriend Barbara and I had an apartment on the outskirts of town and since Anne didn't drive, I offered to pick her up and for her to camp at our place over the weekend. She jumped at that.
Barbara was the blond version of Anne with another 20lbs. In other words, not plump but sexy and curvey in all the right places. We'd met while rooming in the same house and we had a platonic relationship, each with our own circle of friends and friends with benefits until one night after a few too many we somehow ended up in bed together. That was 3 years ago and we haven't been apart since. Barbara worked as a lobbying consultant and was very good at it. We had some rigorous conversations but respect each other immensely. I loved her brains as much as the rest of her.
The other thing that attracted me to Barbara was that she was just as rigorous in bed. Not oral so much but hard and fast, bed and wall wrecking sex was what my Babs loved, especially on her knees. If I was on top, she loved me putting one hand under her butt and the other on top of her head so she could held in place and pounded into orgasm after orgasm. She often told me after a torrid, sweaty fuck that if I looked down her throat, I should be able to see the head of my cock. She was funny and I really loved her.
Well the weekend came and despite my concerns Anne and Barbara got on like a house on fire. So much so that I wondered if they were the old friends instead of Anne and me. Not that I minded. From what I've seen and read, the meeting the ex- thing can go sideways in so many ways. Lucky me.
Anyway, the weekend was great and when Monday came, Barbara left for work as usual while I stayed home to work on a project. Anne slept in having decided to stay another couple of nights as she didn't have any yoga classes till Wednesday. She didn't know anyone else anyway so I at Barbara's suggestion was recruited as tour guide. I was to get her acquainted with all the sights and landmarks and especially all the shopping malls so they could go on retail therapy weekends together and soon.
After breakfast I sat down on the sofa still in my robe as was my habit to enjoy the rest of my morning cuppa while checking emails on my laptop. Soon I head the door of the spare room open and then the door of the bathroom open and close.
"Good morning, sleepy head," I yelled out. I heard some mumbled reply. Too much wine from the night before probably.
She emerged a little later with a towel around her, stood in front of me, bent down to plant a kiss on my lips and said "Mmmmm... It is a good morning," before flopping down on my right. The scent of soap and perfume hit me at once and I inhaled deeply while closing my eyes. My cock woke up too and I was glad I had my laptop on my lap or I'm sure my robe would've flown open. A few more inhalations and I swear I would've catapulted that laptop clear across the lounge.
Thankfully Anne broke my reverie before I did any damage. "So, what are we doing today?" she enquired.
"Well," I replied, "looks like I'm going to do some work while bum around the house in a short towel".
This earned me a punch on the shoulder followed by an "Ow!" from her.
I chuckled and said "I think you got this wrong sweetie, the one getting punched is supposed to say Ow!"
"I know," she said. "I have a stiff shoulder. I can't seem to get used to the bed where I'm staying and I think hitting your stupid shoulder just made it worse, you bully. Wait till I tell Barbara".
"Oh thanks," I replied. "I'd plead my case as victim but you bloody women always stick together anyway". We both laughed.
She then placed her left hand on my thigh and asked, "Mike, do you still do yoga like we used to at school?"
