Joe was feeling good. Better than good. He was on top of the world. He was heading home early, cold beer was waiting and the game was starting in an hour. He had time to get home, get comfortable and would be able to watch the game in peace as Mary had said she'd fade out for the afternoon and let him be.
Pulling into the drive he noticed that Mary's car was still there. Oh, yes. He remembered now. She had said she was going to dye her hair before she went. Probably still doing it.
Heading towards the bedroom to change out of his work clothes Joe noticed the bathroom light was on and could hear the radio in there, blaring away. He stuck his head in to let Mary know he was home.
Ah. Now there was a sight for sore eyes. Mary had apparently hopped straight out of the shower and then gone to the sink to start her dye job. Her head was buried in the sink with a towel across her shoulders, but the towel that she'd had wrapped around her waist had dropped off, giving Joe a marvellous view of her pretty bottom and shapely pussy.
"Hi, love. I'm home," he called, stepping up behind her. He reached down and patted her bottom, his hand wandering down to stroke her pussy.
Mary gave a squawk and shook her head, trying to stand up. Joe couldn't hear what she was saying over the blare of the radio and didn't really care. He had the superior position and he was going to take advantage of it.
Joe held Mary effortlessly in place with one hand while his other hand continued to stroke her bottom and pussy. "Don't worry about what I'm doing," he told her, speaking loudly to be heard over the radio. "You just keep working on your hair. You wouldn't want a bad hair day, after all."
Joe could hear Mary yelling something, but the radio and the fact that she was head first in the sink completely muffled her reply. He suspected that she was trying to say 'not now, you lecher', but he fully intended to ignore that. He continued to hold her and stroke her.
