Then she walked over to me, put her arms around me and hugged me closer and tighter than I could ever remember anyone ever doing at a first meeting. My cock was already as hard as steel but it seemed to get harder and I felt her breasts crush against my chest and her hips press almost imperceptibly against my erection.
When she released me from her hug, I felt her exhale her breath. I realized she had intentionally taken a deep breath so I would feel her breasts as she crushed them into my chest. As she turned to walk back to the cooking island, she smiled at Jim and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “You may finally get your wish, my love.”
At that time, I did not understand what she meant by saying that.
She seemed to give a little extra sway to her hips as she walked and I could see that her beautiful red hair hung almost to the top of her magnificent ass. Trying to regain my composure, I told Jim I was going out to my car to get some beer in a cooler.
“Don’t bother with that. I notice the other day at the club you ordered Guinness Stout so when you told me you would be here for the barbecue I picked some up. It in the refrigerator out in the garage,” he said.
“I’ll go get you one, Michael,” chimed Marie in a voice which somehow sounded almost melodious.
“That’s OK, Marie. Jim, if you will kindly show me where it is I can get it,” I said.
“Nonsense,” replied Marie, “if there is anything you want you just tell me.”
I was sure I imagined it but she seemed to emphasize “anything.”
When Marie returned with the beer for me she said, “I need to go to the store for extra salad dressing. I’ll be right back.”
“We have …,” Jim tried to say but Marie flashed her eyes at him in mid sentence so he stopped without finishing it.
Marie turned to me and said, “Michael, I noticed you are driving a really nice little BMW convertible. I have never driven one of those. Would you trust me to drive it to the store and back?”
Without saying a word, I reached into my pocket, took out my keys, and handed them to her. At that moment I would have given anything I had.
“You can come with me if you like, Michael,” Marie said before she turned to leave.
“No, that’s OK. I’ll stay here with Jim. I’m sure you’ll be able to manage by yourself,” I replied, “but you may want to tie your hair back to avoid it getting tangled.”
She actually giggled like schoolgirl as she replied, “If my hair gets tangled while I’m driving your car, then you will have to brush out the tangles.”
‘Gladly,’ I thought to myself.
When Marie left, Jim and I went out to sit by the pool. No one else had arrived so I was a little curious about it.
“It seems everyone else must be running a little late, Jim,” I said.
“No. Actually, I thought it might be a little more comfortable for you if you got here a little earlier than the others. This way you got a chance to meet Marie and be here for a little while without so many other distractions,” he replied.
“Well, that was certainly most gracious of you. I’m OK being around people but I suppose I might have felt somewhat awkward as a total stranger to everyone but you,” I stated.