36 comments/ 76109 views/ 12 favorites Chain of Events By: Kathi "What's the matter Mom?" My fourteen-year old daughter's question startled me out of my reverie. "Nothing honey," I was just thinking about something. "You're crying Mom. What's the matter?" She demanded. "I'm not crying. I got some makeup in my eye." "You're not wearing any makeup," she declared. "If you don't want to take me to soccer practice, I can get a ride with someone." "No honey. It's OK. I'll be all right." "Are you crying because daddy yelled at you again?" She demanded. "Here we are." I said with relief. "I love you. I'll see you in a little while. I have to go and get the drinks and snacks." Heather got out of the van and ran towards her teammates who were already lining up for their warm up exercises. I turned the van around in the school parking lot and headed for the 7-11. "Damn him," I thought. "He knew I wanted to go to my knitting class tonight. The least he could do was call and tell me he was going to be late." It really didn't matter anymore. Danny seemed determined to spend as much time away from our family and me as he could. After 22 years of marriage we sort of just lived in a parallel universe. We lived together but we did things separately. He had his work and I had the kids. Well two of them anyway. Danny, Junior was away at college. Steven was a senior in high school and already doing his own thing. He was a good kid. Never got into any trouble. That really only left me with Heather. Our 14 year-old 'baby'. I pulled into the 7-11 parking lot. "Dammit!" All the spaces in front of the store were full. I briefly considered parking in the handicapped spot and decided against taking the chance. I pulled into a spot against the fence and as I walked towards the entrance I ran through the list of snacks I would need for the team. Fifteen non-carbonated fruit drinks and an equal number of packages of peanut butter crackers should satisfy them. The coaches liked a can of soft drink each and one for me. I decided I would also get myself a beer. I needed it. No one would see me if I drank it in the van while they practiced. My reflection in the mirrored windows of the 7-11 startled me. "I must be the only woman in South Carolina without a tan," I thought. "You look like shit," I said aloud as I studied my reflection walking towards me. A passerby heard me and glanced over at me with a look of surprise on her face. "Maybe she thought I was talking about her," I laughed to myself. I continued talking out loud over the sound of my flip-flops slapping on the pavement. "You look like a frumpy, forty-six year old housewife," I said. "Your hair is a mess, your shorts are dirty and your shirt has a hole in the neckline where you clip your glasses on it." I ran my fingers through my hair and entered the store. I decided it was easier to carry two, 12 packs of fruit drinks than to try to juggle the individual plastic bottles. Standing in line, I balanced the soft drinks, my beer, and the peanut butter crackers on top of the fruit drinks. I hoped that the twenty-dollar bill I held would be enough to pay for them. I didn't feel like holding everyone up while I ran back to the van to get more money out of my purse. "May I see some ID please," the clerk said to the woman in front of me." She was at least 30. He was trying to impress her. She produced her ID and paid for her cigarettes and beer. He didn't ask me for my ID. He rang up the stuff and it came to $23.46. "I'll be right back," I said. "I left my purse in my car." "Here! I'll get the difference and you can repay me when we get outside," said a man's voice from behind me. I turned to look at him. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place him. I must have had a puzzled look on my face because he said, "My daughter is on the same soccer team as yours. I've seen you at practices and at games." "Thanks," I stuttered. "I'll pay you back as soon as we get to my car." "Don't worry about it," he said and handed the clerk enough to pay for the balance of my purchase and for his cigarettes and a can of beer. "Thanks," I said as he scooped up the bags and followed me out the door and across the parking lot. I could feel his eyes looking at me. I wondered if my feet and the back of my white shorts were dirty. Could he smell my sweat? I hadn't washed or applied deodorant since I went to work in the morning. I was wearing an old bra and I wondered if the tag was hanging below the band. I hated to see that on women so I was always careful to tuck mine inside the band. I wanted to get him from behind me so I slowed down to let him catch up to me. "Another hot one," he said. "Yes," I replied. "I'm sorry I don't know your name." "It's Philip. Call me Phil. Phil Tunstall." "Nice to meet you," I replied. "I'm..." "I know who you are," he laughed. "You're Phyllis Downing and your daughter's name is Heather." "Call me Phyl," I replied. "Wow! That's neat," he said with admiration as the van's sliding door automatically opened when I pressed the button on my key chain. "Nothing but the best," I laughed. "That's what two incomes does for a family. Its just more money to spend on toys." I stood back and looked at him as he loaded the bags onto the floor of the van. He was wearing low quarter white socks and white sneakers. He didn't have a butt to speak of and his white shorts were baggy back there. He had hairy legs and I guessed a hairy back since I could see the hair on his arms continue up and under the armholes of the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. He was probably 35, I guessed. His little paunch made up for his lack of butt. I wondered if he had a hairy belly too. "He could have used some of that hair on his head," I thought. He was balding and the sweat glistened on his head. What hair he had left he kept cut short, almost shaved. "At least he doesn't try to hide it with a comb over," I thought. "You forgot the ice," he observed. I was getting my wallet out of my purse to repay him. "Dammit!" I said. "Nothing's going right today." "I'll get it," he offered. "Get in and get your air conditioner going. You look like you need it." "Thanks, I'll pay you back," I said to his back as he jogged towards the store. I closed the door and got into the van. I started the engine and the air conditioner started to blow cool air as I ran a brush through my hair. "Thank God for WetNaps," I said and scrubbed the sweaty dirt and grime off my face with the wet paper. By the time Phil got back with the ice, I had put on some lipstick and rubbed a little rouge into my cheekbones. I reached back and checked to make sure that my tag was inside my bra band but the stretched out elastic on the shoulder straps of the old bra was not doing much to hold up my gravity sagged boobs. The cool air had done its job on my sweaty breasts and my nipples were visible through the material of the worn out cups. Phil opened the driver's door and I turned and slid down off of the seat to get out. He held the door and as I swung my legs around I caught him staring at my legs and crotch. "That dirty old man is trying to sneak a peek at my pussy," I thought. Rather than getting upset, I felt a little tingle of excitement in my groin. At least he thought I was good looking enough to try. A crazy thought came into my head, "Maybe I'll give him a good look" followed by another one, "Stop this at once, you fool." Ignoring my cautionary thought, I intentionally kept my right foot inside the van and put my left foot out onto the step. I glanced at Phil and I realized that he was actually bending his knees so he could get lower for a better view. "Well, if he wants to see my pussy that bad, I'll show it to him," I thought. I kept my legs in the same position and leaned over the passenger seat to reach for the door lock. I was stretched out across the opening between the seats and in order to reach the door look, I had to raise my left leg up off of the step. I held the poise for a few seconds as I fumbled with the door lock. I knew that my loose legged shorts were gaping wide open and that he could see my panty crotch if he was so inclined. He must have been inclined because his face was red and he was smiling as I climbed out of the van. We got the drinks out of the packages and put them and the soda into the cooler along with the ice. "I'm going to put my beer in my cooler in my truck," Phil said. "Do you want me to put yours in there too?" "Sounds good to me," I replied. I handed him the paper bag with the beer in it and we piled the snacks on top of the full cooler. We each took a handle and carried it towards the practicing team. "You dirty old lady, what do you think you are doing?" I chuckled to myself. I hoped he wouldn't notice that the van had remote control door locks as I pushed the button to lock the doors. We left the cooler and the snacks down by the field and walked back to the parking lot. It would be another twenty minutes or so before they were ready for the snacks. The parents took care of bringing the water and the snacks and it happened to be my turn for the snacks so I didn't have to stay there and hand out water bottles. I waited for Phil to open the door of his pickup truck so I could get my beer out of his cooler. "The truck is air conditioned so why don't you sit here with me and we can have our beers while we get to know each other better," he said. "It's nice that someone wants to know me," I said to myself as I climbed up into the truck. The truck was set high up off of the ground and I couldn't get myself up into it. "Here, let me help you," Phil offered. "Excuse me!" The "Excuse me" was because he placed both hands on the cheeks of my butt and pushed me up into the truck. I ended up with one knee on the seat and the other on the floor of the truck. My butt was sticking out of the door and right into Phil's face. "Excuse my butt," I laughed. "No problem, it looks good from this angle," he said as I settled myself into the seat and he closed the door behind me. The truck started with a roar that startled me. "I like 'em loud," Phil said as he adjusted the air conditioning vents. "What am I doing here," I thought to myself. "I'm a mother and wife. I should be out there watching my daughter practice for her soccer game. This is stupid. I'm leaving." Before I had a chance to voice my decision, Phil had my can of beer out of his little cooler and he popped the top and handed it to me. "Sorry, I don't have a glass handy," he said. "No problem," I replied as my resolve to leave faded with the feeling of the cold can in my hand. We sipped our beers and we chatted about our daughters on the soccer team. We were both married and Phil and his wife had two children. She was an attorney and worked long hours. Her firm kept an apartment in the city and she sometimes stayed overnight while preparing for an important case. He was 34 and he worked as a recruiter for business executives. I crooked my left leg up onto the seat, settled back and got comfortable in the big cab of the truck. We talked mostly about our kids, but every once in a while Phil would mention how lonely they were since his wife and their mother wasn't home very much. "Is it too chilly in here for you?" Phil asked. "No why?" I replied. He smiled and indicated my chest. "Some parts of you look like they're cold." I looked down and I could see my nipples pushing out the front of my shirt. I don't know where the next words that came out of my mouth came from. "It is not only the cold that does that to them," I said. He stared at me for a moment and reached out and ran his hand up and down the calf of my leg and then held it just above my knee. "You got goose bumps on your leg too," he said. Now I was really getting scared. I could feel my nipples getting harder when his hand touched my leg. The tingle in my groin spread down towards my pussy and I started to panic. I could feel the vibration of the truck motor through the seat and I was starting to enjoy it. This had gone too far. I was enjoying the flirting and the attention but I had to put a stop to this whole thing. "I think its time we got down to the field," I said much too loudly. "Are you coming?" Phil turned off the truck engine and I turned and opened the door on my side. The ground looked awful far down from where I was sitting. I decided I would swing my legs out and slide off of the seat to jump to the pavement. While I was preparing myself, Phil appeared in front of me. "Here, let me help you," he offered and he put his hands on my thighs and ran them up my legs to my waist. "Watch your head." I put my hands on his shoulders and he pulled me towards him and gently set me down onto the pavement. I stood there, with my hands on his shoulders, looking up at him. We didn't say anything for a few seconds. Phil slid his hands up my sides and into my armpits. His moved his thumbs back and forth on the sides of my breasts before he dropped his hands and stepped back. My hands fell to my sides and I almost tripped over my own feet as I moved to get out from between him and the truck. The thought crossed my mind that if he had tried to kiss me, I would have let him. I tried to stay away from him during the game but every time but he managed to touch me with his hand on my shoulder or his bare leg against mine while we got the drinks and snacks ready for the kids. After the game Heather and I were walking back to the van when she observed, "You seem to be in a better mood than you were when we got here." "Oh, it was just a passing thing," I replied. "I'll get a ride to tomorrow's practice if you want," she said. "No, that's OK," I replied. "I had to borrow a few dollars from Samantha's father to get the snacks and I forgot to pay him back. I'll give it to him at tomorrow's practice." Danny was home when we got back from practice. He knew something was wrong and he knew that he was the one who had caused it. "I'm sorry sweetie," he said. "I forgot about your knitting class. I'll make it up to you. Here, give me a kiss. Will you please forgive me?" I tried to turn my head away from his kiss but he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He squeezed me tightly against him and kissed me full on the mouth. His right hand slid down to my butt and he squeezed my cheek and pulled me against his crotch. "Don't!" I said into his mouth. "The kids are here." Danny relaxed his arms but I stayed with my body leaning against him. My nipples were tight and I could feel my pussy reacting to the stimulation I had gotten from Phil and now from Danny. He must have sensed something was up, because he pushed is pelvis against my belly and I pushed back. "Well, what's gotten into you?" He asked. "Nothing! You're imagining things. I'm all hot and sweaty from standing out in the sun at Heather's practice. I'm going to take a shower," I said. "I'll get something ready for supper after I come back down." "Don't worry about it," Danny said. "I'll put a frozen pizza in the oven." I went up to our bedroom and closed the door behind me. I noticed that my feet were dirty when I kicked off my flip-flops. My clothes were sticking to my skin. I peeled off my shorts and my blouse and threw them into the basket of dirty clothes. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I studied my 46-year old, fat, cellulose-lumpy body. "Well, maybe not really fat. Just a little chunky in spots," I rationalized to myself. "Chunky and horny." I slipped the straps of my bra off of my shoulders and pulled it down to around my belly. Twisting the bra around so that I could get the fastener in front of me, I unhooked it and tossed it onto the bed. The bottom of my breasts sagged down from their own weight causing my nipples to point upwards. I rubbed the crease between the underside of my breasts and my chest to get rid of some of the sweat and to massage the ache out of my flesh where the under wire had been biting into me most of the day. My thumbs rubbed the sides of my breasts and my mind flashed back to Phil's thumbs as he had rubbed them back and forth at the same spot. That familiar little twinge in my groin reminded me that he had definitely excited me. "OK! That's enough," I said and hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my panties. Granny panties were what my daughter called them. They were still damp from my sweat and I spread my legs a little as I pulled the waistband out from my body so that I could get them off. I wasn't ready for the sensation that I felt when the crotch of my panties pulled away from my pussy. The nylon band was stuck to my pussy and as I pulled my panties down the crotch peeled away dragging a few strands of my secretions with them. It reminded me of my high school days. I would come home from a heavy date and my panties would be stuck to me with my dried secretions. "He did get me excited," I admitted. "Now, stop acting like a schoolgirl. Stop it!" I admonished myself and swung my arm to throw my panties into the basket as I passed by on my way to the bathroom. My arm stopped in mid- swing and I brought my sweaty panties up to my face and inhaled their scent. I could smell my arousal on the crotch even through the odor of urine and sweat. Again, my mind flashed back to my high school days when one of my rituals was to masturbate on my bed with my soiled panties lying on my face so I could smell my sex. "Damn it woman! You're reverting to your childhood. Now get yourself together and get on with your life as a married woman." I turned on the shower to let the water get hot. I sat down to pee and, again I flashed back to my high school days and another of my after-a-heavy-date-rituals. Reaching down I pinched my already stuck together pussy lips tightly together and let my urine flow. My scalding hot urine filled my pussy until I couldn't hold it anymore and it found its way out through one of the folds in my lips. When I was girl, I used to hold it inside me until I felt like my entire pussy would burst from the pressure. Today, my grown up mind was thinking "vaginal infection" so I let it go but not before the memories of my teenage sexual rituals almost overpowered me. I didn't bother to wipe myself since I was going directly into the shower. When I stood up, a little of my urine ran down my left leg from where it had collected while I was sitting. I watched it trickle down behind my knee. When it reached my calf, I lifted my right leg and wiped it off on the top of my foot. The shower felt wonderful. I sat bent over on the seat and let the hot water cascade over the back of my neck and down over my body. I reflected on what I had done, or not done, over the past few hours. Yes, I was pissed off at Danny but that was no excuse to try to expose myself to an almost stranger and to allow myself to think that I was allowed to break my marriage vows because of my anger. Shifting my position, I leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and allowed the stinging, hot spray to pound on my breasts and my stomach. Looking down I could see that there was a lot more sag and two rolls of fat that were not there a few years ago. "I'm still pretty," I thought. "I just don't take the time to fix myself up. I'm just too busy with work and everything." I let my fingers slide down to my pussy and I again pinched my lips together. I hadn't masturbated in 15 years or so but I felt the desire to do it now. With my left hand holding my lips together, I inserted my right index finger between my lips and just below my clitoris. I began to alternately squeeze and pull my lips and hook my finger up under my clitoris and rub the bottom of it with the tip of my finger. Chain of Events I have a large clitoris and it gets very sensitive when I am fully aroused. I rubbed my self and tried to remember the last time that I was really aroused. Sure, I get aroused and Danny and I have good sex but I don't reach that blood-hot, toe-squinching, pound-my-heels-on-his-butt, while I moan and grunt peak anymore. My fingers were starting to really feel good on my clitoris and I raised my right leg and rested it on the soap dish. I was picturing Phil standing in front of me with his a dark purple erection. He had a hairy chest and the hair on his belly continued down the front and inside of his thighs. "You don't even know if he has a hairy belly, you fool," I laughed into the spray. The moment passed and I dropped my hands away from my pussy. "You're too old for this Phyllis," I said. I picked up a bottle of shampoo and stood to wash my hair. I jumped when I heard a quick knock on the door and I looked through the steamy glass to see Danny coming into the bathroom. "The pizza is almost ready," he called over the noise of the shower. "Need any help?" "No! I'll be down in a minute," I replied. I finished my hair and quickly soaped my body and rinsed off. I didn't even take time to shave my underarms or my legs. After slipping into my robe, I reached into my everyday lingerie drawer to get a pair of panties. All of my granny panties were in the wash so I settled on a pair of nylon bikini briefs from my "sexy" drawer. As I pulled them up my legs I realized that I had bought them more than a year ago yet they were still brand new, I had never worn them. I must have gained a little weight since I had bought them because they were a little tight over my hips. Wrapping my wet hair in a towel, I hurried downstairs to eat dinner with Danny and the kids. The pizza was already on the table and the soft drinks were poured when I arrived in the kitchen. Heather was wolfing down her second piece when the telephone rang. She jumped up and went into the family room to answer it. "Where's Steven?" I asked. "He has some kind of an ROTC practice tonight. They are getting ready for the 4th of July parade," Danny replied through a mouth full of pizza. There were no napkins on the table and I got some out of the cabinet. I stood next to Danny while I forced a handful into the holder we kept on the kitchen table. I felt Danny's right hand on my leg. I couldn't stand anywhere near him without his putting his hands on me. He ran his hand up my thigh and squeezed my ass through my panties. "H'mm! Nice panties," he said as he felt their edges with his fingertips. "They leave most of the important parts exposed." His hand continued up my back and as soon as he realized that I was not wearing a bra he dropped his slice of pizza and put his left hand on my hip to turn me towards him. "Don't! Heather will be back any minute," I said and tried to squirm away. His hand was already on my breast and he was teasing my nipple with his fingers. It felt good and I leaned my body against him. Nuzzling my belly through my robe, he pulled me tighter into his face with his left hand as he continued to tease my now hardened nipple. "H'mm nice," he mumbled into my belly. "I love your tits, your nipples get so big." "S'hhh! She'll hear you," I said, hitting him on the shoulder with my fist. "Gimme a taste," he demanded. Raising his hand from my hip to my shoulder he tried to bend me over so he could reach my breasts with his lips. "Stop it! Later!" I said and straightened up. He pulled his hand down from my nipple and placed it flat against my lower belly. His thumb slicked back and forth over the thin nylon fabric covering my pussy. I felt the first throbs of lust that signaled my arousal and when his thumb found my emerging clitoris through my panties, I moaned and leaned against him. "That was Michael," Heather said as she reentered the kitchen from the family room. "He wants me to come over and study with him. I called Connie and she's coming too. Is it OK if I go?" I had jumped when I had heard Heather's voice and I was again facing the table opposite from where she sat down. Danny's hand was now on my ass up under my robe. I tried to move away without alerting Heather to what was going on but Danny held me tightly against him. "Sure honey. It's OK. What time will you be home?" I asked. "Don't forget, it's a school night." "No later than ten. OK? Bye." Heather grabbed her knapsack and headed out the door. "She could have seen what you were doing," I admonished Danny. "It would have been embarrassing." "I wouldn't do anything that would give it away," he said. "I mean I wouldn't have done anything like this." Before I could react, he had moved his hand from my ass and put it between my legs. His finger pushed the material of my nylon panties between the lips of my pussy. "Damn! You're wet!" He exclaimed and wormed his finger farther into my vagina. I could feel my body responding as I let him fondle me. I moved my hips against his hand to increase the stimulation. "Damn! You're really hot today. What's gotten into you?" He asked innocently. I froze for a second. He was right. Phil had gotten me aroused and I had continued to play while in the bathroom. My body was still anticipating satisfaction. I just stood there and let him play with me. Both hands were now under my robe and he was pulling my panties down. I helped him by wiggling my hips and lifting my leg to pull my foot out of the leg opening. "Now the other one," he said and he held me steady while I stepped out of my panties. He knows that I like to smell myself and he raised my panties to his face. He inhaled sharply with my panty crotch covering his nose. "Want a sniff?" He asked and raised them towards my face. "You perverted bitch," I said to myself as I allowed him to rub my panties across my mouth and nose. I inhaled the odor of my sex. His right hand was back between my legs and he had several fingers pushed up into my vagina. His thumb was rubbing back and forth across my extended clitoris. I was on the verge of cuming. "Want to go upstairs?" He asked looking up at me. His face was back into my belly. "No!" I gasped. "Right here! Now!" He pulled his hands off of me and fumbled with the buttons on his shorts. Pushing his chair back from the table he raised his hips and I pulled his shorts and his underwear down his legs while he almost tore his shirt off of himself. His curved penis stood up from his almost hairless groin. The tip was bright red and shiny with his emissions and the whole thing was moving back and forth as it throbbed in response to his heartbeats. Reaching down, I grasped him like I would hold a golf club and I gently caressed his shaft while touching his balls with my fingertips. "Oh god! Stop or I'll cum," he pleaded. He was trying to maneuver his chair away from the table so that I could straddle him. His legs were tangled in his shorts and his underwear and he was having a problem turning the chair around. "Here! Let me," I gasped. I swung my leg over the chair so that I was facing him. Hiking up my robe I reached down between my legs with my right hand to grasp his penis. He groaned again. Danny pulled the zipper of my robe down and I felt the cool air on my breasts and chest. He groaned and lifting my right breast, he ran his tongue around my hard nipple and sucked it into his mouth. It was my turn to groan. He knows that I love to have my nipples sucked with as much vacuum as he can muster. I rubbed the head of his penis against my clitoris and to the surprise of both of us I came. It didn't build up as it usually does it just came upon me. I buried my head into his shoulder and held his penis against my clitoris as I humped my pussy against it. The muscles in my inner thighs started to cramp from the intensity of my orgasm and, still holding his penis, I collapsed into his lap. "Wow!" He said. "I haven't felt you cum like that in years. Are you on new hormone pills or something?" I felt my face getting red and my temper rising. "God damn it! Why does it always have to be my hormones? Maybe if you spent some time loving me before you stick it in me I would always have an orgasm like that one." I started to rise but Danny held me down. "Wait a minute! I didn't mean anything. I was just kidding," he said. His penis was still pressed against my pussy and he moved his hips to slide it up and down between my lips. He was hinting that he hadn't cum yet. "Is this what you want," I said and raised myself up until I felt the head of his penis against my vagina. I was angry but I was still horny. I hadn't cum twice in this short of time in many years. I wanted to try for another one. Lowering myself against him I felt my lips spread as he started to enter me. I love the feeling of being stretched when he first pushes himself into me. Now I was in control. I let myself go and started a series of up and down movements. Each movement was not more than an inch or so in length. I played with him. Letting myself down I could feel the pressure of the head of his penis as it pushed my lips apart. Another inch down and my vaginal muscles stretched around the head. Another inch down and they closed tightly around his penis just under the flare of the head. I pulled back up and felt the feelings in reverse order. I did it all over again and again and again. Each time I did it a flood of sensations filled my being. Danny kept trying to thrust himself up into me but I easily countered his attempts by moving with him. I was back at that blood-hot, toe-squinching, moaning and grunting peak. I didn't care if he was cuming or not. It was just me, all me. I came and I came and I came until I finally could not hold myself up anymore and I engulfed his penis inside of me as I let myself down. I drifted back up from the dazed state that I had reached. As I became more aware of where I was, I wondered why he didn't have any hair on the back of his shoulders. "How's that for hormones," I said and lifted myself up off of him. "I'm sorry honey," he pleaded. I climbed the stairs with his cum running down my legs. I cleaned Danny's cum and my juices off of my legs and pussy before putting my panties back on. They were a little damp but they would keep the sheets from getting soiled. I felt pretty good. I had satisfied my body's craving even though I didn't like what Danny had said. My toenail polish was a little chipped and I spent the next hour removing and reapplying polish. I have great looking feet and legs and I know it. They are sexy and I don't mind showing them off whenever I can. Danny doesn't like feet. Just because his are dirty and smelly, he thinks everyone's are like his. I've tried to use my feet in a sexual way with him but he has always rejected me so I gave that up years ago. He does like me to tease him with glimpses of my body when I am dressed. It's strange that I can get a thrill from teasing Danny. I can understand it when I allow men to peek up my skirt or down my blouse but Danny can look at me whenever he wants to. He sees me naked practically everyday yet I can still get wet by deliberately showing him my legs or my pussy or my breasts while I am otherwise covered. I was tired. It had been a long day and I felt worn out. Piling the pillows behind me, I lay back on the bed and turned on the TV. I watched FOX News and drowsed in and out of sleep. My mind went back to my evening in Phil's truck. He wasn't a particularly good-looking guy but he had something about him that I liked. I tried to decide what I was going to do at the next soccer practice. Phil would surely be there. My mind was wandering around and I let it go. "I wonder if Phil thinks that he will be able to make love to me? I won't let it go that far but I may tease him a little more. I haven't broken my marriage vows yet. I came close several times when I let things get out of hand with some guys I was flirting with. Well, I haven't technically broken them by having sex with someone." Phil's face appeared before me. He moved closer and I let him kiss me. His tongue licked across my lips and I opened my mouth to accept it. Our mingled saliva felt cool on my cheeks and on my chin. His hand was on my butt and I pushed myself against his body. He was tugging at my clothes and I wanted to help him. I arched my back and pulled my panties down over my thighs. I heard Phil's voice whispering in my ear, "Phyl! Phyl! Get under the blankets, it's almost midnight." I opened my eyes in confusion. It wasn't Phil, it was Danny and he was standing there looking at me with my panties down around my knees. "Are you OK sweetie?" He asked. "What are you dreaming about?" "I-I'm OK. I guess I was dreaming." "You were licking the pillow and pulling your pants down when I came into the room. That must have been some dream you were having." "I-I don't remember what I was dreaming about," I lied. "I have to go to the bathroom." I tried to remember the dream in detail as I sat on the toilet. I was still aroused. My fingers moved over my pussy lips. They were wet and swollen and I felt like I had just had sex but without an orgasm. "Danny, you're going to get lucky tonight," I thought. I left my robe and panties in the bathroom and climbed into bed. Danny was lying on his side of the bed and he was softly snoring. Danny slept in the nude and I cuddled up against his back and pressed my breasts and pussy against him. He mumbled something and continued to snore. This was going to require some drastic action. I slipped my hand around to his front and ran my fingers over his flaccid penis. His balls were between his thighs and I couldn't get to them. My fondling didn't do much and after a few minutes I gave up and rolled over on my side facing away from him. My two-hour nap had refreshed me and I was wide-awake now. I considered turning on the TV but Danny would bitch about not being able to sleep. I lay there and let my thoughts run. Phil's face came into my mind and I could see the hair on his shoulders. "What the hell is this thing about hair," I asked myself. "Is this a new fetish that has popped up?" I tried to figure out why I had this sudden urge for men with hair. The only incident, involving a hairy man, that I could remember was at the Easter Egg Hunt at the church picnic on Easter Sunday. Right after church, we had all gone directly to the picnic area next to the cemetery. I had packed a change of clothes for everyone but the bag with Danny's and my change of clothes had not made it into the car. We were stuck with our Sunday clothes. Danny took off his coat and tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. I was roasting in a white sundress and I was wearing heels and pantyhose. I removed my jacket, being careful not to damage my corsage, and that helped a little. The dress was a little too low cut in front and back to wear to church but with the jacket covering my shoulders and chest, it was suitable. The warm sun felt good on my bare shoulders and I noticed that several of the men and even the teenage boys were watching me. I felt myself getting excited but I was definitely not going to do anything to help them while I was here. If they wanted to look they would have to figure out how to peek on their own. The women sat and chatted near the tables loaded with food while he men played horseshoes and the younger boys and girls played volleyball. Some of the older teens walked in little groups or couples down around the little pond and several of the girls were sitting on the little dock with their feet in the water. There was quite a crowd of church members and their relatives and friends. I could see Danny was playing horseshoes but after a while I lost track of the children. Several of the women brought their relatives over to our table to introduce them to us. One of the young men was introduced as a "soon to be Army Officer" who would graduate from West Point in a few weeks. No two ways about it, he was a hunk. His shirt collar was open and I could see where he had shaved all the way down his neck so that the hair on his chest and shoulders suddenly appeared to grow below the ring where he had stopped shaving. I suddenly realized that I was staring at his crotch to try and figure out how big he was. Tearing my eyes away from him I looked up and saw that he was watching me looking at him. I felt myself blush and just before I turned my eyes away he gave me a big smile and a wink. I watched the other women preening and posing around him and I thought that he could probably have one or two of them if he put his mind to it. Most of them were married and they wouldn't do anything beyond a little bit of flirting. I was getting hot in my pantyhose and I decided to find a place to take them off. I headed back towards our car. It was hard walking in my heels on the grass and stones but it was too rough to go without shoes. It was quite a walk to the car and I found myself balancing on my tiptoes to try and make it. "Can I be of help ma'am?" A voice said behind me. I turned around and there stood the young man from the Army. He held his hand out towards me in an offer of support. "Thanks," I said. "I'm trying to get to my car so I can take off these damn pantyhose. I'm sweating like a horse under them." "We can't have now, can we," he laughed. "Here let me help you." Army Officer hunk crossed in front of me and turned his back towards me. "Here, hop on," he said. "I'll give you a horsy back ride to your car." "I can't do that," I laughed. "Someone will see us and they'll think I'm robbing the cradle." "No one is paying any attention to us. Come on, this is your last chance." "Oh well, what the hell," I said and grabbed him by the shoulders. He bent his knees and leaned forward. I put my right leg up over his hip and he held my calf in his hand. "C'mon jump!" He ordered. I hopped up while pulling myself up with my hands on his shoulders. He grabbed my left leg in his other hand and sort of hitched me up until I was riding on his hips. "There we go," he said and started to walk towards the car. "Ready for a trot?" He asked and without waiting for my answer he bounded along with me bouncing on his back. I could feel his back between my spread legs and my pussy was being rubbed each time I bounced. I squeezed my legs against his ribs to increase the pressure and to better hold myself up on him. "Easy," he said and stopped moving. "You're breaking my ribs. You must be something wild in bed." His last remark startled me and I hit him on the shoulder with my fist. "What a terrible thing to say, you don't even know me," I tried to say sternly but I ended up laughing. "Am I right?" He asked. "None of your business," I replied. "You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that." "I saw you looking at me," he said. "I can tell when a woman is enjoying what she is seeing." He had started walking again and we were coming closer to the cars in the parking area. "You have strong legs," he said and stopped walking. Bending over at the waist he ended up with me lying on his back without danger of sliding off. "Strong legs," he repeated and his hands left my calves and slid up to my thighs. He squeezed my thighs and I responded by squeezing his ribs again. "God yes," he breathed. "Where's your car?" "Straight ahead, the van," I answered breathlessly as we moved along. We reached the van and he straightened up so that I could slide down off of his back. I felt every thread in the fabric of his clothes as my pussy rubbed against him on the way down. I stood there for a moment with my body pressed against his back. He shirt was soaking wet with sweat and I could smell him. He smelled fine. He smelled like a man and I liked it. Chain of Events "Damn it! I don't have my keys," I said. "I left them in my purse back at the tables." "Well then. You'll just have to remove your hose right here," he said. "Here, let me help you." He reached for the hem of my dress and I backed away. "Now wait a minute," I said. "You are assuming a lot of things, aren't you young man?" "Am I?" He responded with a smile. "You're a beautiful, mature woman and I want to touch you." "Touch me? I don't even remember your name. This is going too far. I've got to get back to my husband," I said in alarm. "OK! OK!" He said holding up his hands in surrender. "You do it." "Turn around," I ordered. "Not a chance," he laughed. "I think you're enjoying this and I want to watch." I was beginning to have trouble breathing. My heart was pounding and I knew I was soaking wet between my legs. "OK, but don't touch me," I said. I looked into his eyes and hiked my dress up so I could get to the waistband of my pantyhose. His eyes followed my hands as they lifted the hem of my dress. He took a step towards me and I backed up until my back was against our van. I dropped my dress and leaned back with my arms and hands flat against the van for balance. Looking around to make sure no one was watching I lifted my right foot and said, "Please help me take off my shoes. I'm afraid I'll fall if I try to do it." He looked startled for a second. His eyes searched mine for some sign that he had not correctly heard me. I stared back at him and didn't say a word. He must have noticed my breasts heaving above the neckline of my dress. My heart was pounding so hard that I imagined he could see it moving against my chest. He finally sucked in a huge breath of air, took another step forward and squatted down directly in front of me. He reached for my foot and I lifted it up into his hands. His hand went behind him and came out with a handkerchief he had taken out of his back pocket. Holding the back of my ankle with one hand he wiped the dust off of my white shoe with the handkerchief. He placed my right foot back on the ground and reached out his hand for my left one. I lifted it and placed it in his hand. He removed the dust from that one and placed it back on the ground. Unfolding his handkerchief he spread it on the ground next to my shoe. Looking up at me he said, "You can put your foot on that after I remove your shoe." I was no longer leaning flat against the van. I was bracing my butt against it and leaning over so that the skirt of my dress wouldn't block my view. He (I still didn't know his name) scooted closer to me and lifting up my left foot he held it between his legs for a moment before sliding his left hand up my calf to the inside of my left knee. I tensed up, waiting to see how high he planned to put his hand. He felt my leg twitch and he said, "I'm just making sure that there is not any dust on this beautiful leg." "What a liar," I thought. "But a wonderful liar." Out loud, I smiled and said sarcastically, "Oh! Thank you. You are so considerate!" Keeping his hand behind my knee, he removed my shoe and placed it on the ground next to his handkerchief. Thinking that he was done, I tried to pull my foot back but he held it and said, "Wait a minute, your feet must be sore from all of that walking in those shoes on this rough ground." He held my foot in both hands and gently massaged it with his fingers. I knew my feet were sweaty under my pantyhose but he didn't seem to mind. His hands were caressing my feet more than massaging them and I again felt another surge of moisture well up in my pussy and that familiar tingle in my groin that signaled my arousal. I keep glancing around to make sure that no one was watching us. The danger in what we were doing was heightening my excitement and my legs were starting to tremble. He carefully put my foot down on his handkerchief and reached for my right one. Before he could reach it, I lifted it and placed my shoe on his knee. He looked up at me and smiled as he ran both of his hands up my nylon-covered leg until he had almost reached my crotch. I sagged a little and spread my thighs to give him access but he stopped before he reached my crotch. Looking up at me he squeezed and massaged my thigh with both hands. Holding my calf with one hand he removed my shoe and carefully placed it beside the one on the ground. "You have beautiful feet he said and he felt my foot with his fingers. Did you know a high arch like yours is a sign of passion in a woman?" I was ready to believe anything that he said. At that moment I was sure of only one thing. I was aroused and I needed to be satisfied. He looked up at me again and placed my foot on his knee before moving his hands back up my legs. This time he didn't stop when he reached the top of my thigh. He continued to push his hands upward along the outside of my thighs until he had the elastic waist of my pantyhose in his fingers. I was making mewing noises by this time. I felt helpless and excited at the same time. I wasn't in control anymore. Through the windows of the car parked next to our van, I could see the other church members down at the picnic area. Danny was standing with one foot up on a picnic table bench and he was talking to a group of women. His head turned as he surveyed the area every few seconds. He was probably looking for me, his wife. The Army guy was pulling my pantyhose down from my waist and over my thighs. I lost sight of Danny when I leaned forward to balance myself on his shoulders. I slid one hand under the edge of his shirt collar and felt the soft fur of his chest hair. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, I slid both hands under it and felt his shoulders and as far down his back as I could get. He had my pantyhose well down my thighs and I had to move my foot from his knee so he could pull them off of me. I could feel a cool breeze on my wet pussy and I realized that he was taking my panties off at the same time as my pantyhose. I looked up and saw Danny staring in our direction. Would he come up this way? I was starting to panic. "Hurry, someone's coming," I panted. I yanked my right foot up and out of my pantyhose. He helped pull the nylon over my heel and off of my foot. I didn't care about my feet getting dirty, I wanted to get on with whatever we were going to do. He pulled my panties and pantyhose down over my left ankle and off of my foot. Without pausing, he stood up and yanked at the belt of his pants. "Are you really going to let him fuck you?" I asked myself. My answer was, "Yes." His penis was sticking out the front of his white boxer shorts. It was hard, and red, and shiny and his lubrication bubbled out of the hole in the head. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and as he bent his knees and lowered himself to my height, he stepped in between my legs. I raised my right knee and wrapped my calf around the back of his thigh. I could see Danny over his shoulder. He was still looking around but now he was definitely heading in our direction. I grabbed hold of the Army guy's waist and pulled him into me. His penis slid between my legs and up against my pussy. Dropping my leg, I clamped him in between my thighs and frantically rubbed myself back and forth on him. I hunched my hips and forced my distended clitoris against the top of his penis. We were both hunching against each other like mad. I forgot about Danny and buried my face in the Army guy's shoulder. I could feel the hair on his shoulder against my cheek. I slid my hands under the bottom of his polo shirt and buried my hands in the hair on his back. He kept trying to put his hand in between us so he could fit himself into me. I clamped my thighs tighter against him and rubbed myself harder on him. The last thing I remember seeing was Danny's face as he strode up the field towards us. I remember biting the Army guy's neck to keep from screaming aloud as I came on his erection. He has stopped trying to put himself into me and was now holding both of my butt cheeks in his hands and pulling and pushing me back and forth on himself. "I'm cumming!" He said. Holding me tightly against himself he strained against me and I could feel his semen squirting into the crack of my butt as he pounded me against the side of the van. I could see Danny through the windows of the car next to ours. He was getting closer and I was getting frantic. "My husband! He's coming this way!" I said and pushed him away from me. "Get out, get out. He'll see us," I said as I searched for my pantyhose and panties. The Army guy picked them up and handed them to me. As I grabbed hold of them he held onto my panties and pulled them off of the tangled leg of the pantyhose. Stuffing them in his pocket he pulled up his pants and, bent almost double, he disappeared into the parking lot full of cars. I pulled my dress back down over my hips and combed my fingers through my hair. Picking up my shoes, I turned and took a few steps towards the opening between the cars. Danny came through the opening and seeing me standing there, he stopped short. "Where have you been? He said. "I've been looking all over for you." "I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to get out of these pantyhose. I came up here to change in the car but I forgot my keys so I took them off out here. "What if someone saw you," he cautioned. "Be careful, there are a lot of young men around here that were looking at you. I heard them talking about how great you look." "I'm glad someone notices," I replied in my sarcastic voice. We heard a car start and I saw the Army guy pulling away in his little sports car. He didn't look up as he drove past us in the lane next to ours. "I didn't see him come up here," Danny said. "I wonder where he has been?" "He probably came up on the other side," I said. "Open the van door please. I want to put these inside the car. I think there is a pair of flip-flops in there somewhere. See if you can find them for me." Danny pushed the button on his key ring and opened the van door. He walked towards it and then stopped. "What the hell is that?" He wondered. His finger was pointing at the side of the van. "Oh my god," I thought. "That's his cum all over the side of the car." "I don't know," I said aloud. "Probably some bird pooped on the car. Find those shoes for me please." As Danny leaned inside of the car, I used my pantyhose to wipe our sweat and our cum off of the inside of my legs. I couldn't resist a little sniff of the aroma before I threw them over Danny's back and onto the back seat. I tried not to move around on the bed too much. I was afraid I would wake Danny up if he felt me moving or making any sounds. I was rubbing two fingers of my right hand up and down between my wet pussy lips. The thumb and forefinger of my left hand was gently holding my clitoris as I stroked them up and down it like a little penis. Thinking about the church picnic had got me all excited and I was close to cumming. In my mind's eye I could see the Army guy and I could feel his soft pelt under my fingertips. I could smell and taste his sweat where my nose and mouth were buried in the side of his neck. I came!!! I tried to limit my movements and to stifle my heavy breathing and my groans but I was only partially successful. Danny stirred next to me and lifted his head up off of the pillow. "Are you all right sweetie? Is something the matter?" "No, I'm fine. Everything is all right," I sighed and settled down with my hands still locked between my thighs. I slept well that night. At least I thought I did. I was exhausted from my constant sexual tensions and I don't remember dreaming at all. Danny was up and taking a shower before I opened my eyes. He warily eyed me when he came out of the shower. "Are you all right, Phyl?" He asked me while he dried himself. "You were moaning and groaning all night long." "I'm fine," I replied and stepped into the bathroom for my morning pee. I didn't have to be at work until almost ten so I put my robe on over my nightgown and went downstairs to make the morning coffee and toast. Steven had already left for school and Heather was getting ready to leave when Danny came down the stairs. "Bye Mom," she said. "Don't forget I have soccer practice tonight." "I'll pick you up at school," I replied. "Don't be late." "No! I'll pick you up tonight," Danny offered. "I'm sorry about last night and I'll take care of Heather tonight. You take your time coming home and I'll see you after soccer practice. I'll bring some chicken home for dinner so you don't have to cook." "You guys work it out," Heather said. "I'll see one of you after school." My stomach churned when I realized that I was not going to be able to see Phil if Danny went to practice. "That's OK honey," I told Danny. "I don't mind picking her up." "No! I insist," Danny said. "It's the least I can do to make up for last night." We ate our breakfast with very little conversation. Danny read the morning paper and I ate my toast and sipped my lukewarm coffee while I puttered nervously around the kitchen until I decided I'd better sit down. "This is probably the best thing," I consoled myself. "I'm a married woman and there is absolutely no need for me to do anything to jeopardize my marriage and my family. I have to learn to be happy with what I've got." Danny leaned over and kissed me goodbye. "See you tonight sweetie," he said. "Don't forget your hormone pills. I noticed some hair growing out of your chin." His last comment was made through his laughter as he walked out the front door. "Damn you," I shouted after him. "It's not funny." I cradled my head in my arms and rested them on the table. I could feel the tears start to flow. "Face it, you're getting old Phyl." I answered myself, "The hell I am." I let the Jacuzzi tub fill with water while I made the bed. I liked these mornings when I didn't have to go to work first thing. Stripping off my nightgown and robe I stepped gingerly into the hot water and lay back in the tub. It felt heavenly and my body relaxed in the steamy water. Reaching over, I turned on the jets and felt the water start to swirl around me. It felt like a million fingers caressing my whole body. My thoughts drifted to my little episode with Phil at last night's soccer practice. I couldn't figure out why I was so attracted to him. I knew why he was coming on to me. After all, I practically exposed myself to him when he was standing outside of my van. "What are you trying to prove?" I said aloud over the sound of the rushing water. "He's bald and paunchy and hairy." My thoughts continued. "What would you do if he actually wanted to fuck you? Would you let him? How about Danny? What if he found out? He hardly ever touches me anymore so he probably would never know. Probably is a dangerous word. If he ever found out I'd be out on my butt." Aloud again, "Stop this! This is stupid." I reached to turn off the jet and I noticed that I had neglected to shave my armpits for the last few days. "Maybe that was what Danny was referring to?" As the water drained I shaved my armpits and, sitting on the side of the tub, I shaved my legs. The morning sunlight streaming through the skylight in the bathroom highlighted the hair on my thighs. "Was I getting hairy or is it my imagination? I questioned myself. Thinking, "Why not," I shaved my thighs for the first time in my life. The scrape of the razor over my smooth skin felt wonderful. My pubic hair grew across my belly and down over my thighs. It wasn't thick, but the light covering looked out of place in comparison to my hair free legs. Picking up the soap, I lathered myself and started scraping. I came off easier than I thought it would and soon all that remained was an inverted triangle of hair poised just above my pussy. It looked like an arrow pointing at my clitoris. A quick jump in the shower rinsed all of the soap and hair off of me. I brushed my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror. "Not bad," I mumbled through the buzz of the electric toothbrush. A sudden urge struck me and I picked up Danny's electric razor and figured out how to flip out the trimmer on the back of it. Sitting on the toilet seat, I carefully trimmed the hair that was left on my groin until all that remained was a shadow above my pussy. "Five o'clock shadow," I laughed as I examined myself in the mirror on the back of the door. It felt strange when I rubbed my hand across myself. I could feel the grain of the hair with my fingertips. "I'm almost as naked as the day I was born," I said as I carefully spread Nair on my upper lip and around my chin. Bypassing my everyday lingerie drawer I opened my sexy drawer and selected a matching bra and panty set. I had to use a nail clipper to cut the plastic tag that held the two, pale blue, pieces of lingerie that I had purchased but never used, together. The high cut panties were not quite thongs but they exposed more of my butt than I was accustomed to showing. The bra was indeed a miracle and it pushed me together and up to the point where I thought I was seeing a stranger in the mirror. My legs, my thighs and my belly looked as smooth as silk. There were no tufts of pubic hair showing around the leg elastic of my panties. I decided against nylons, it was too hot and besides, I wanted to get a tan. I looked hot and sexy. I liked me. I chose a navy blue middy blouse with a square cut neckline. It looked patriotic and since the fourth of July was coming I thought it fit the season. My, just above the knee, navy blue pleated skirt showed off my legs. The only shoes I had were white, flat sandals. I made a mental note to look for a sexier pair on my lunch hour. It was supposed to be another hot day, so I pulled my hair back and pinned it off of my neck. I inserted two blue and white button earrings to finish my new "look" as I admired myself in the mirror. A quick twirl showed my bare thighs below my skirt. I felt naughty and almost naked without any hair to hide behind. Several of the men in my office complimented me on how nice I looked. One of the women asked me why I was dressed differently than usual. I replied that, "I just felt like being patriotic and this was the only thing that I had." I was well aware of how different I looked to other people and how differently I felt underneath my clothes. The lack of hair on my pussy was surprisingly apparent to me. On several occasions, I sneaked my hand under my skirt and felt the newly smooth surface of my panties across my groin. I had always had a pad of hair that held my panties away from my skin and that pad was no longer there. Since this was my late day, I took my lunch at 2 o'clock and shopped for shoes. A pair of white, medium heeled sandals caught my eye and I bought them on the spot. I told the clerk to put my flats in the box and I wore the sandals back to work. I think the clerk was dying to help me put them on but I resisted the urge to let him help me. He hung around as I sat on the chair and lifted my feet to fasten the straps. I think he was hoping for a quick look up my skirt but I didn't feel like giving him one. On the way back to work, I realized that I had missed a chance to show off the new me to a stranger. I still had some time so I stopped in a McDonalds and bought a soda to drink while I sat outside on one of the benches in front of my building. I pretended to read a newspaper that I found lying on the bench as I kept an eye, through my sunglasses, on the people passing by the bench. Several men slowed their pace to look at my crossed legs in the bright sun. Two young looking guys made no pretense that they were trying to get a glimpse of me under my skirt. They sat on a bench not 20 feet from me and stared at me while they ate their lunch. I pretended not to notice them but I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times as I shifted myself around on the bench. Chain of Events It was time to go and the show was about to start. I had planned it out and I was hoping it would work without making me look like the slut I was becoming. I was already aroused from thinking about what I was going to do. I could feel my nipples puckering and rubbing against the sheer net of my bra. My new panties were tighter than I was used to wearing and my inner lips were becoming engorged with blood and pushing themselves out so that they rubbed against the satin crotch. I finished my drink and folded the paper before laying it back on the bench next to me. Uncrossing my legs, I made a motion to rise and then stopped with my knees spread apart as I pretended to search through my purse. My outright brazenness caused moisture to form in my pussy and my panty crotch felt cool to my bare pussy lips. I realized that my secretions had wet my panties and I was feeling the cooling effect as the moisture evaporated in the heat. I heard a gasp from one of the guys and without looking at them I rose from my seat and walked into the building. After dropping my purse and shoe box off at my desk, I hurried into the ladies room and locked myself into a stall. I lifted my skirt and bent over to examine my panties. There was a dark, wet spot decorating the crotch of my blue panties. The moisture had turned the panties almost transparent and I could see the outline of my lips as if they were printed on the material. I realized that the guys that I had flashed had been able to see me almost as if I wasn't wearing any panties. I still wasn't used to the feeling of wiping my naked pussy lips after I peed and I found myself rubbing the tissue back and forth a few extra times. Folding several sheets of tissue into a small pad, I placed it against my pussy and held it in place with my panties. At least I wouldn't stain the panties any more than I had already done. It seemed as if six o'clock would never come. The only problem with my late arrival days is that I have to work later in the evening. Finally it was time to leave and I decided to take a swing around to the soccer field on my way home. I rationalized that I had to see Phil to give him the money that I owed him. The team was just about wrapping up their practice by the time I arrived at the field. One of the mothers had the back door of their SUV open and they were serving drinks and snacks to the kids. I saw Danny talking to one of the mothers and he looked up in surprise when he saw me walking towards him. She had her hand on his arm as they talked and when he saw me he said something to her and she quickly removed her hand and turned away to talk to another of the women standing nearby. A flash of suspicion crossed my mind and I filed the scene away for future reference. I said hello to Danny and looked around for Heather. She was chattering away with some of her friends and she waved when she noticed I was there. Phil appeared with a bag of ice and he proceeded to tear it open and pour it into a cooler in the back of the SUV. Our eyes met and he smiled a big smile at me. He was wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. I was right, he did have hair on his back. "I owe that man some money," I told Danny. "He bought the ice for the practice yesterday evening." I took the money out of my purse and handed the purse to Danny. "Here hold this. I'll be right back," I said. Phil was busy in the back of the SUV but I could see him eyeing me as I walked towards him. He pretended to be interested in something in the cooler when I walked up to him. "Here's the money I owe you," I said. "Thanks." "No problem," he said. "Wait until I dry my hands off." He wiped his wet hands on the front of his shorts and I could see him make a quick adjustment to himself at the same time. When I lifted my eyes from his crotch, he smiled at me and said, "Every time you're around me I have to do that." I could feel myself blush and I hoped no one else noticed it. "Don't be so cocky," I replied before I realized what was coming out of my mouth. Phil laughed out loud at my comment and I felt my face and neck redden even more. "My hands are still wet," he said in a low tone so no one else could hear him. "Would you mind putting the money in my pocket?" "Stop that!" I replied softly. "Here you are, thank you," I said in a louder tone. "I really appreciate your help." "No problem," he said. "Do you want to help pass out the sodas? They are probably cold by now." I reached into the cooler at the same time that he did. I located a can of soda and he grasped my wrist in his hand. Our arms were touching and I was getting the familiar twinge in my groin that signaled another burst of secretions weeping from my pussy. I couldn't feel the cold water in the ice chest, my arm felt like it was on fire as electric shocks ran up and down its length. He held my arm for a moment and whispered, "You look downright good enough to eat. I'll bet you taste better than any of these snacks." I was about to reply when Danny's voice broke through my thoughts. "I'm getting ready to leave. Are you coming soon?" He said. "I'll be right behind you," I replied and handed a can of soda to one of the girls. "I'd like to be right behind you," Phil whispered to me. I turned back towards the ice chest and said, "Stop talking like that. Someone will hear." "I'll put your purse in your van and lock the door," Danny called as he walked away with Heather at his side. "I'll stop and get the chicken." "Thanks," I replied. "I won't be long." "Would you mind helping me carry this cooler back to my truck?" Phil asked. "Sure, no problem! I'm heading that way myself," I replied. We each lifted a handle of the cooler and walked towards Phil's big truck in silence. "Here, put it down while I open the tailgate," he said. We set the cooler on the ground and he opened the tailgate and then he easily lifted the cooler and placed it on the bed of the truck. "You didn't need my help to carry that," I laughed. "You could have done it all yourself." "But then you wouldn't be here now, would you?" He laughed with me. "I've got a six-pack of your favorite beer in the little cooler in the cab," he said. "Do you want one?" I looked around the parking lot and saw that most of the cars belonging to the parents of the kids on my daughter's team had left the lot. More cars were arriving as the teams with later practice times showed up. "Just one," I replied. He opened the passenger door of the truck and said, "Wait 'til I close the tailgate. I always forget to do it." I stood there between the open door and the cab of the truck. I would need help getting up into the cab and I wanted Phil to touch me again. That thought reminded me that the pad of tissue was still in my panties. A quick look around verified that no one could see me behind the door so I lifted the front of my skirt and quickly pulled the pad out. I was trying to decide what to do with it when Phil returned. "Need some help?" He asked. "You know I do," I replied. I turned my back towards him and placed one hand on the seat and one of the armrest of the truck's door. Phil put his hands around my waist and hoisted me up until I could get my knee on the floor of the cab. Once I was situated he moved his right hand down from my waist and onto my leg. "Hold on until I get a better grip," he said with a husky sound in his voice. I knew what was coming and I let it happen. His hand moved up my leg and under my skirt. It didn't stop until he had his palm resting against my bare butt. His thumb was between my butt cheeks and his hand was squeezing my cheek. I let out an involuntary gasp as the sensations flooded me. "Am I hurting you?" He asked and moved his hand to grasp the inside of my thigh. "No! You just surprised me, that's all," I replied. "Good!" He replied and returned his hand to its former position. He lifted me by my butt and placed me on the seat facing him. I sat there for a moment before swinging my left leg into the cab. I was sitting on his hand as I twisted myself onto the seat. He pulled his hand out and stepping back, he closed the door. I still had the folded up pad of damp tissue paper in my hand when he lifted himself into the driver's seat. He started the truck and when he turned the air conditioning on full blast the hot air came pouring out of the vents and hit us in the face. "It'll cool down in a second or so," he said as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Here, let me," I said and I kneeled up on the seat so I could reach his face with the tissue paper. I wiped his forehead and moved the pad down his cheek to his upper lip. His nostrils flared when he got a whiff of my scent on the paper. He grabbed my wrist and held the paper to his face. "Jesus Christ!" He said. "Where the hell did you have that hidden woman? I haven't smelled anything that good in a long time." I laughed and settled down next to him on the seat. "I can't stay long," I said. "I have to get home." His arm came around my shoulders and he squeezed my arm. I could see his erection forming in his shorts and I felt my lips swelling against my panties. I had passed the point of no return and I was determined to carry this thing out until I was satisfied. A car passed and I realized that anybody that bothered to look could see us both sitting in the cab. I squirmed around until I was lying across the seat with my head in his lap. His hand rested on my belly for a moment before he moved it down and slid it up under my blouse. Our eyes locked as he caressed my belly in little circles. He tried to push the waistband of my skirt down but it was too tight so he continued to circle my belly with the palm of his hand. I could fell his erection against the back of my head and I moved my head a little to let him know that I was aware of it. When he again tried to slide his fingers under my waistband my fingers found the hook on the side of my skirt. I unhooked it and slid the zipper down. I rested my fingers on his arm as he continued to caress my belly. His fingers moved down under my waistband and when he located my navel he pushed one of his fingers into it and he sort of moved the flesh of my belly around using my navel as a finger hold. The twinges in my groin had turned into little spasms in my pussy. I was squeezing the muscles of my vagina in time with his moving of my belly. Phil tried to push my blouse up so he could reach my breasts and I helped him by raising my shoulders off of the seat. "Hey! Easy," he said. "I may need that some time." I realized that I was crushing his penis against his belly as I supported my weight on the back of my head. "God, I hope so," I responded while pulling my bra up and over my breasts. His hand never stopped moving and he fondled my left breast with a hand that felt huge against me. His fingers clasped my nipple and he gently stroked up and down on the sides of it. My nipples ached and I arched my back to press my breasts up into his hand. I opened myself up to him. I bent my right knee and leaned it against the back of the seat. Stretching out my left leg, I wedged my foot into the corner of the door and the dashboard. Pulling the hem of my skirt up until I was sure that my panties were exposed to him. I waited. He took the hint and his hand left my breast and moved down my body until he was palming my pussy. I groaned a groan that came out of my chest and I raised my hips to give him complete access to me. Grabbing both of my breasts in my hands, I pulled and twisted on my nipples to try and massage the ache out of them. "Oh God! Hurry! I can't stand it," I hissed. Phil rubbed me through my panties for a few second and then he tried to worm his finger under the elastic of the leg. The elastic was tight and was cutting into me. Reaching down I raised my hips and pulled my panty crotch to the side. The back of my panties slid into my butt crack and gave him more room for his fingers. "God damn, woman, you don't have any hair down there." He leaned sideways to get a better look and my face ended up pressed into his belly. "You're smothering me," I laughed into his belly. He now had both hands near my pussy and it felt like a hundred fingers were touching me down there. My head was pressing against the steering wheel and I couldn't move it. "Wait a minute! Let me up," I almost shouted. Phil sat up and started apologizing for hurting me. "It's OK. Just slide away from the steering wheel," I said. He moved his body sideways and I turned my head so that I was facing him. He unsnapped his shorts and opened his fly. I reached in and took a hold of his penis through the slit in his boxers. It was hot and hard to my touch. Between the two of us we managed to get it out into the open. It was purple with engorged blood and his pre-cum ran out of the hole in a torrent. Here I was – lying in the cab of a pickup truck with a guy playing with my pussy and my face not six inches away from a hardon. I licked it. "Just like a teenager in a drive-in theatre," I thought. At that moment, Phil pinched my clitoris with the fingers of one hand and inserted several fingers of his other hand into my vagina. I yelled and thrust my hips up into his hand. Phil stroked my clitoris like a little penis and I knew I was seconds away from an orgasm. I squeezed his penis and licked it again. Phil let out a grunt and the hole opened up and I knew what was next. All I could think about was my orgasm and his sticky semen in my hair. I did the only logical thing that I could. I closed my mouth over the head of his penis and took his cum into my mouth. Each spurt was accompanied by a grunt from Phil and an accompanying groan from me as my orgasm peaked right along with his. We were quiet for a few moments. I slowly became aware of the sound of the truck's mufflers and the roar of the cold air pumping out from the air conditioning vents. I could taste Phil's semen in my mouth and my body shuddered each time that he moved his fingers along my sensitive clitoris. A vision of Danny sitting at our kitchen table with a box of fried chicken broke into my thoughts. "Oh shit! I have to get going," I said. Scrambling to a sitting position I pulled my bra back down into place and yanked my panty crotch back where it belonged. My skirt was turned around and I had trouble finding the zipper to hook it back up. "God, that was great," Phil said. He leaned over to kiss me and I tilted my head back and met his lips. I pushed my tongue into his mouth to make sure that he got a taste of his own semen. He pulled back away from me and looked at me with a strange look in his eyes. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" He ordered. "Wear a skirt again tomorrow night. I like you in dresses." The spell was broken. I had done what I had started out to do. I didn't have a plan for a next time and I didn't like his attitude. "There won't be a next time," I responded. "See you around." I could still taste his semen in my mouth as I drove towards home. I straightened my clothes and brushed my hair while moving along with the evening traffic. "I wish I had that beer to wash his taste out of my mouth," I said aloud. Danny and the kids would be waiting. I conjured up the look of surprise that would show on Danny's face when he saw my bare pussy for the first time. I pulled into our driveway and parked next to Danny's car. I sat there for a moment and reflected on what had occurred during the last few days. I felt guilty about what I had done but at the same time I felt free of my demons. "It's good to be home," I said aloud. "I think I'll stay here."