" Stepping out of my robe, just a chemise and silky panties on now I lean over stripping the blankets back, then avoiding your wandering hands and lec...erous grin, I step past you while your disrobing and dig in my dresser for a bottle of massage oil.You are laying tummy down, head on your hands when I turn around and climb onto the bed kneeling to straddle the back of your thighs. Lightly I rest my weight on you, pouring a dollop of oil in my palm to warm, I can feel the hair on your thighs. That is something that guys do, joke about each others size. Well, it was the start of summer and my little sister had her friends come over all the time during the day. They were all had graduated to the 6th grader and always seemed to talk about guys or about cheerleading stuff. One of her friends caught my eye. She was really cute. I would see her looking at me whenever she came over to our house. I liked it too, so I would look back at her. One day my little sister asked if I could help. They chatted briefly about innocuous things but the subtext of what was going on was completely at odds with the calm surface. He was her type: dark, handsome, smart and funny with the hint of wry cynicism of many New Yorkers. She supposed that she was his type given that he had chosen her. Now their conversation would tell whether they meshed. They talked about travel, their mutual interest in current and classic movies, and their shared resistance to e-readers as they maintained their need to. She was wearing a short skirt, black seamed stocking, high heels and she had a see through blouse and 1/4 cup bra that exposed her nipples. She told me we had to find a pub where no one would know us, fairly easy as it was a new area anyway.We found a nice pub and I went to the bar for drinks, looking over to my wife her legs were crossed and the tops of her stockings were displayed. As the evening wore on more of her stocking tops and suspenders were displayed and guys were positioning.