Something really sexy happened this weekend. Vicki and I have been going next door to the big house for dinner with the Cs, our host family, and then we all watch the Olympics in their TV room. Mr C likes to judge the events, and so we all call out scores after the divers and gymnasts perform. I like watching the girls in their cute little outfits. Some of them are delicious.
Vicki and I were shopping at the outlet mall recently and we each bought a Speedo racing suit, both blue. It's really exciting wearing it, even more than a bikini you just feel sooo sleek and smooth and sexy. We went swimming in Bay the other day and then worked in the garden with the Cs' two little girls, and then afterwards we all took a dip in the pool to clean up and then had a barbecue dinner on the deck. The Cs don't mind it's all casual here. [wink] So we didn't wear anything else all day.
Vicki kept looking at me all night. We all stayed up to watch the end of women's diving and then Vicki went back to the cottage early. When I came in, she had the electrics off and the candles lit, and she had changed into her pink exercise maillot, which is mostly cotton with just a little Spandex. It is very thin and not lined [wink] made to be worn with tights, but it was all she had on. It is about two years old and getting a little worn, and also a little small on her, so it is very tight all round and very sexy-looking.
She came up to me and sat down on my lap on the couch and served me a glass of wine on ice-- we were able to get a bottle this week. We kissed and played with each other it was sooo romantic! She was shivering like crazy in my arms. Her nipples were popping out at me, and I tickled them for her, very gently. She moaned, really deep, like she loved that-- which I know she does! She kept rubbing her hand over my breasts and mine were getting pretty big too.
I stroked her body, up and down, till my hand was down in her crutch and I could feel the little cotton maillot getting wet. Soon she took the leotard off her shoulders and let me play with her breasts. I leaned over and kissed them very gently and started to poke into her crutch with my finger. The leotard was still covering her but soon she was so wet it was clinging to her and she begged me to take it off her. So I did-- peeled it right off her shoulders and prised it out of her crutch and pulled it down her legs. I got into her and started stroking her like crazy, and she let me inside and she hit, really, really hard.
By this time my swimsuit was really wet. [giggle] We ran into the bedroom, and I brought her little cotton leotard with me, and laid it over my head to sniff while she took my swimsuit off me. She didn't think I was being weird or anyting she thought it was romantic. That's her, you know-- the more obvious we are about getting aroused, the more she thinks it's romantic.
She knelt down on the bed between my legs to lick me while I inhaled her scent from the crutch of the leotard. She had made it sooo wet! I hit really hard, and she came up and kissed me through the leotard tongue and all. That made me even more dizzy. I didn't want to take it off my face but I did, and then when she was asleep beside me I rolled it up into a ball-- inside-out-- and slept with it next to my pillow. Even in the morning it was still fresh with her scent. Cotton is nice that way, isn't it? [wink]