"No, Steve," she said. Hesitating for a moment, she added: "I mean, I don't think you'd do anything to me that I didn't want you to do."
"What are you saying, Rachel?" asked Steve carefully.
Rachel looked earnestly to Steve. "Steve, when May told me over coffee last Wednesday that you would really prefer if I would show off my body to you and let you feel me up when I visited, I thought that it was a reasonable request. It is your home, after all. But it isn't fair to ask me to take off my panties, with a man around staring at my vulva, unless I can have sex with him. It's just --- awkward. And frustrating." Rachel put her hands nervously over her mound, hiding it half-heartedly.
Steve's mind whirred. "What do you mean?"
"Steve, how can you be married to May without knowing this?" She rolled her eyes. "Are you seriously telling me that you didn't know that women get horny when men can see their pussies? It's bad enough that you're showing off your hard cock, but asking me to take off my panties while you're doing it is -- ungh," Rachel grunted.
Steve thought initially that it was a grunt of disgust, but looking down, he saw that Rachel was playing with her folds. "Are you fingering yourself?" Steve asked, incredulously.
"Well, I need to relieve some tension! Would you mind not looking down there? It doesn't help!" Rachel whined.
"It's kind of hard to ignore a beautiful woman who's jilling herself! Especially one who's turned on because I'm looking at her," Steve retorted. Steve needed to think this out while he figured out what limits May had put on this game. "Why did you agree to take off your panties, then?"
Rachel grunted. "I was on the spot. Didn't have a lot of choice, did I? I didn't want to tell May that I didn't want to visit her under these conditions... unh ... after she asked so reasonably...."
Steve stepped forward towards Rachel, his hard-on nudging her busy hands. Rachel lightly gasped, stopping momentarily. Steve took Rachel's hands and moved them behind her buttocks, moving her towards him so that his cock rubbed against the top of Rachel's wet labia below.
"Well, May asked you to come without wearing clothes while I'm around, and she even started pulling on my cock with you watching. Obviously she doesn't mind if we do it, and if she doesn't mind, I don't mind. Why fight it?"
Rachel laughed bitterly. "Oh come on, Steve. We both know May better than that: she's always been jealous of you. She might have found peace with your need for women to be scantily clad --- I mean naked" she corrected herself "in your home, but having sex will be a totally different story, and we both know that."
This gave Steve pause. He knew that what Rachel was saying wasn't true, but Rachel didn't, and he certainly couldn't tell her why. He needed to go more slowly. "Why would Rachel ask you not to wear clothes with me here, then?"
"I have no idea," Rachel sighed, looking to the stairwell May had descended. "I'm going to have to talk to her later." Rachel rubbed her folds against Steve's erection, and looked up to him. "If you don't want me to wreck your marriage in the next five minutes, you probably should take a step or two back; I'm not going to be able to resist your cock forever."
Steve thought about how to deal with this situation... |