Every Friday night my husband, John, and a group of his guy friends get together at our house to play poker. They'll order food, play cards, and drink until the early hours of the morning. It's always nice to see them having fun, but it also gives me some "me time" to do the girly things I like to do on my own: take a long bath, do my nails, watch rom-coms in my bath robe with a glass of wine, etc.
This Friday was no exception. The guys had all come over and started their game. I did my usual socializing with them for a few minutes, sat on my husband's lap for a bit as they played, then gave him a kiss for good luck and went upstairs to draw a bath. I had put my lavender scented bath oils in and took a long soak. As I normally do, I took the opportunity to shave my legs. After I had enough time relaxing I got out, drained the tub, and put my comfiest pink bath robe over my naked body. I blow-dried my hair (mainly because I can't stand the feeling of wet hair while I'm sitting), grabbed my bottle of moisturizer and headed to our rec room in the basement to watch TV. I opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. Setting the bottle, glass, and lotion on the coffee table, I turned on the TV and found the next episode of Outlander I was watching. I put my feet up on the coffee table and started my usual moisturizing routine, starting with my arms and chest then worked my way down to my legs.
Just as I was starting I heard a gentle tap on the doorway. I look over and it's my husband's good friend Jamal.
"May I join you?" he asked, "I guess tonight wasn't my lucky night. The boys cleaned my out already!"
I motioned for him to sit next to me. He poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle and settled on the couch beside me. Jamal and I had known each other for so long at that point, he was basically like a brother to my husband. We watched Outlander, sipped our wine, and chatted as I continued to moisturize. Because I was so comfortable with him, I had no issue with continuing doing what I was doing in front of him. I moisturized my thighs as we talked about what was happening on the show. Then my knees and my calves. At that point in the show the sex scene had started, as it usually did each episode. I was stretching forward to moisturize my feet. Seeing the effort I was putting into that, Jamal looked over and asked,
"Do you need any help with that? That doesn't look very comfortable!"
Having done yoga for over ten years, I had no difficulty reaching my feet, but did admit it would be easier if he did it. I handed him the bottle of lotion and swung my feet onto his lap, then sat back against the armrest with my wine.
He massaged the lotion onto my feet, giving me the most delightful foot rub in the process. At that point in the show, Claire, the main female character, was completely nude.
"God, she's so beautiful!" I exclaimed. Without a moment's hesitation Jamal remarked,
"She's got nothing on you!" I giggled at the remark, assuming he was just being polite, or flirtatious. Then he continued, "I'm serious! Don't think we're all not jealous of Johnny-boy! Especially in the summer when you're strutting around in your little bikini. I mean, come on...look at these legs!" He gently slid his hands up my calves and thighs and back down again, tracing the entirety of my long legs.
