I was attracted to Janet the first time I saw her. Her husband Josh and I were classmates in graduate school. She and I first met at a social mixer five years ago. She had dirty blonde hair, long legs and full breasts. I remember going home that night falling asleep as I fantasized about her and tried to imagine what she looked like naked.
We had a large group of friends that would routinely get together for BBQs, holidays, birthdays and generally any excuse to have a party. Janet and I would always innocently flirt, but we never progressed beyond that.
It wasn't until Josh received an international job offer. The new position required him to move back east for a few months of training prior to shipping off overseas. Their kids were still in school so Janet had to stay behind, but planned to join him in the summer. I knew this small window was my last opportunity to see if Janet's innuendo was just playful banter or something more serious.
We hosted a big beach bonfire to officially send Josh on his way and say goodbye. Janet looked great as always. Toward the end of the evening as we were saying our goodbyes I told her to call me if she needed any help packing or moving.
"You never know when you'll need a man's touch around the house." I joked.
"That's very sweet of you to offer," she replied. "I'm sure I'll have a few things that will require your expertise."
Sure enough. Two weeks later Janet gave me a call and asked if I would swing by to help her carry a few large boxes down from the attic. I told her I would stop by on my way home from work.
I knocked on her door and she answered wearing a tight blouse and faded blue jeans. Her hair and makeup were neatly done. I went to kiss her on the cheek as she greeted me, but instead of turning her head to the side to offer her check, she actually turned into the kiss and our lips briefly touched. I felt a jolt of excitement run through me as I savored our embrace and she invited me inside.
The boxes were easy to retrieve and we soon found ourselves in the kitchen. She offered me a beer and we continued to make small talk.
As I finished up my second beer, I knew that I had to make my move. "I am so happy for you guys. What a great opportunity." I said.
"Thanks. We are really excited about it, but we are going to miss good friends like you." She replied.
"Yeah, I'm just bummed that I'll never get to see you naked." I mused with a sly smile.
"What?" she replied looking a little flush.
"Well we always joked that you were going to come after me if anything ever happened to Josh and I am sure you have felt the sexual tension as much as I have. I guess I was hoping that someday things with us would progress a little further." I continued.
"To be quite honest, I have felt the sexual build up between us." She replied.
I interrupted. "Let me ask you something – now be honest...have you ever fantasized about me while you masturbated?" I asked. I knew from the sheepish smile on her face the answer was yes before she replied. "Of course, she said. I just never thought about taking it further and wasn't sure how you really felt. In fact, this whole conversation is a little surreal for me."
"Well I think we would be doing a huge disservice to ourselves if we didn't do a little exploration before you left." I urged.
"I am not sure I can do that. What if Josh found out?" she wondered.
"What if we just took off our clothes and looked at each other naked. That wouldn't be any different then Josh going to a strip club. Right?" I prodded knowing that she was well aware of his frequent trips to the nearby clubs.
"I am not sure it's quite the same, but if you promise to never tell anyone – I mean you have to take this to your grave – we can run upstairs real quick and 'explore' without touching."
"Deal!" I shouted as I jumped out of my chair and quickly followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom. We were the only ones home, but she locked the door behind us anyway.
"So how do you want to do this? Should we just strip or do you want to take turns?" I asked.
"How about we take turns – one piece of clothing at a time." She replied.
"Ladies first." I motioned toward her.
She slowly started undoing the buttons on her blouse and slid it off. Her pink nipples were barely visibly as they stuck out over the top of her white lace bra. I pulled off my t-shirt and let it drop casually to the floor. My naturally hairy chest was groomed nicely.
"I love a man that does a little 'manscaping'." She cooed.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." I smiled back motioning toward the growing bulge in my pants.
She then reached behind her. Unsnapped her bra and let it drop; exposing her nice full breasts. She cupped each of them with her hands and said shyly, "Sorry they're a little saggy. Breastfeeding three kids has taken its toll. They aren't as perky as they used to be."
