Last Minute Swap(closed)

[nymphonadia]

"OK," she said, when it became clear he wasn't actually going to hand the towel to her. She stepped out of the shower and took it from him, smiling. "I was trying not to drip all over the place, but oh well."

She grinned. She thought he had probably seen enough, and he wasn't making any effort to hide that he was staring. She patted herself dry, and then wrapped her hair up in the towel and slipped past him, out of the bathroom.

She took another thong from her bag and slipped it on. It was lacy and even skimpier than the one she'd been wearing. Then she got her hairdryer out and began to dry her hair, pretending she wasn't flaunting her body at him. It wasn't her fault that he barged in on her, anyway.

 

[shizzz]

Good lord he loved watching the woman move!

She played it cool as a cucumber!

Her flesh swelled and shifted as she patted herself dry, the glistening beads of water slowly disappearing as she worked over her supple form

Her soft curves jiggled ever so slightly with the firm resilience of youth as she stepped past him into the room, where he watched her pert round ass stick up into the air as she bent over to grab a thong. Her hefty tots swayed gently as she shimmied into them

Then She coyly walked back into the bathroom, her naked from swaying deliciously as she continued to get ready

Two can play at this game, he thought to himself as he peeled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes. The muscles of his well kept body flexing and shifting as he then turned to the shower and turned it back on

"I hope you left me some hot water" he said with a grin. Then he tugged his shorts and boxers free in one deft move, exposing his long girth you member as it swung between his thighs. The sight of her had his cock swollen and girthy, but by no means hard.

Then he stepped to the counter to grab his toiletries, before turning back to the shower, hoping in and half heartedly pulling the curtain closed.

 

[nymphonadia]

He watched her the whole time she was drying her hair, and she had never felt so turned on. The only thing that was stopping her from jumping him was how strange it was. She'd never really spent time with a man like this, she thought. She'd gotten naked with a few guys and fooled around, but they were always in a rush to fuck. This was different. They were both pretending it wasn't sexual, but she was practically naked, flaunting herself at him, and it was unbelievably erotic. She wanted to fuck his brains out, but she didn't want to break the spell.

When he took off his shirt, she froze. He was in better shape than shed guessed. It was impressive by any standard, and for a guy his age with such a demanding job, it was shocking. She quickly resumed drying her hair, but she watched him as he slid his shorts and underwear down.

What she had seen on the plane had not been an accident. He was just as hung as she had suspected, and it was all she could do not to gasp out loud at the sight of his cock. He wasn't even all the way hard yet. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She took a deep breath and switched off the hair dryer, but then he was stepping into the shower. When he pulled the curtain closed, it was like she snapped out of a trance, and she retreated out of the bathroom.

She did her make up carefully, and then put on the dress. It was perfect for a nightclub where she wanted to draw lust. Business casual, though, it was not. What would he think? she wondered. She slipped on her heels and frowned. She looked like a stripper about to start her set.

 

[shizzz]

He had seen her watch. Catching her out of the corner of his eye. That was good. It was nice to know he could do a little teasing himself too

He washed up, his cock seeming to throb and stiffen as he washed it, but he took care not to let it get hard. He didn't know if she would poke her head in. And he did not want to lose this game.

When he shit the shower off and drew back the curtain she was gone. A little sad honestly, he wanted to casually dry off for her. Oh well, he thought as he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped back into the room.

She stood there in a tiny cocktail dress that might as well have had a big 'fuck me' sign on it.

"Oh that's nice" he said as he walked up to her, admiring how her curves pushed and stretched it.

"Go ahead and give me a little spin" he said as he raised a hand with one finger extended and whirled it around in the air

She was a fucking vision of youthful endowment

"You look like the perfect trophy wife" he told her as he stepped closer.

He let his hands slip to her waist.

"And if I do this", he said as he tugged the dress up, the hem of it climbing even higher up her thighs "to show you off. The way the dress is made you can't even tell" he said as his eyes slid up from her waist to her chest

"That's a great neckline" he said as he used his hands on her hips to pull the top down, where. Bit of her bra soon became visible.

"There we go" he said. Then he stepped over to his bag, dropped his towel and turned back to face her, stark naked and still a little wet from the shower, droplets shimmering here and there on his body.

"What do you think red or black, he said as he proffered up two ties, with a big grin on his face.

 

[nymphonadia]

She blushed as he looked her up and down, expecting him to be angry at her choice, but instead he said it was nice. She turned slowly, letting him see how it clung to her skin like a coat of paint. Then he reminded her she was supposed to be a trophy wife. Maybe it made sense to him, or maybe he just didn't give a shit. Either way, she was glad it wasn't going to be a problem.

Then he put his hands on her waist. He hiked the dress up an inch or two, so her asscheeks just barely winked out from under. Then he slid the top down, showing off the lacy edge of her strapless bra. She leaned back, giving him a glimpse the pink edge of her nipple.

"You better be careful," she said, teasing. "People might think you're offering them something you don't want me to give them."

And then he let go and dropped his towel. She stared at his cock again, but she wasn't as shocked this time, and she actually heard him speaking.

"What?" she said, pulling her eyes up a second later. "Are you seriously going to wear a tie? Are you trying to look like you've got a corncob up your butt? Would a young trophy wife would let her husband go out looking that uptight? I know it's a work thing, but it's also Hawaii."

 

[shizzz]

He smiled, noting that she had to jerk her eyes away from his cock. He could practically hear the list in her voice. But soon she was back to giving him a hard time

"Really? I just assumed more of a standard business casual really " he told her as he rummaged through his suit case, grabbing a pair of sports boxer briefs. He tugged then on, making a bit of a show as he had to re arrange his cock so it rode down along one thigh, the snug fabric making the outline against his thigh very obvious

"So then some khakis and a silk shirt? Tell me what your thinking darling?" He said. He had spent the majority of that time trying not to stare at her tit. The pink swell of one areola was plane to see. So as she came a loser to look at what he had

"Hold on one sec darling" he said, then he grabbed her waist, pulling her close so she could feel his cock against her hip. As he did so he used the other hand to grab the neckline of her dress, he gently tugged it out, opening up an even better view. The he gently shook the material, watching the heft of her tit bounce and jiggle ever so subtley as it settled back into her dress. Then he slowly let go of the neckline

"You had a little too much titty sticking out. Don't want people thinking I'm offering something I'm not" he told her with a grin. Then he released her, and gave her ass a gentle smack

"Now go pick out something for me to wear that won't embarrass you" he told her with a grin as he sat down on the door of the bed watching her.

 

[nymphonadia]

"Well, it's your party," she said, trying not to be distracted by the sight of his cock. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was worried about what he was going to wear. It wasn't like she was really his wife or anything. Still, she was relieved when he slid his boxer briefs on. She swallowed, and sighed. It was so hard to think about anything but what that cock must be like.

"Khakis and a silk ... " she never got to finish, because he pulled her close. So close his cock was pressing against her hip, and she let out a soft whimper. He wasn't fooling her, either. He had wanted to get a look at her tits. Like he hadn't just been staring at them in the bathroom a few minutes ago.

She knew she should tell him to keep his hands off her. Teasing was one thing, but he was still. her Mom's husband. No matter how hung he was, it was just unthinkable that she would actually do anything with him. Except it was absolutely thinkable. It was all she could think about, and when he slapped her ass, she giggled and looked back at him with her mouth open wide enough to swallow a dick.

"OK," she said, shivering with excitement. "Let's see what you've got."

He was sitting on the bed, and his luggage was on the floor just a few feet away. She bent down, her dress riding up high, displaying her ass and her pussy just barely covered by her thong.

"This shirt," she said, coming up with a white silk buttondown. "It'll look good with khakis." She straightened up, but the dress was tight enough it stayed bunched around her waist.

 

[shizzz]

He almost whistled, almost, as Cherry bent over to dig about in his bag. It was most definitely purposeful, this game they were playing was very very fun, he thought to himself as the round shape of her ass was slowly shown, no longer an outline by her dress, rather supple white flesh offset by the black lacy thong that matches the bit of bra he had seen earlier.

He almost said yum as she rose up and brought him a shirt. She offered it to him and he could not help but play the bedraggled pervert

"Can younger me the pants too?" He asked as he sat on the bed. He wondered if she could tell that his cock had begun to thicken. Her plump little ass waving around in the air like that was almost as delicious ass watching her titty jiggle when he had 'helped' her with her top

"You don't mind do you?" He asked, curious just how high her dress might ride this time. Would it slip all the way up over that delicious ass? Only one way to find out, he thought to himself, as he gestured back at the bag before taking the shirt from her. He stood up in front of her, only inches away, tugging the shirt on over his arms, hoping it might hang low enough to cover his stiffening rod. He was gonna have to get a drink in him soon!