We sat in the living room talking in raised voices over the music, just catching up with each other since it had been a while since we last spoke in person.
“Refill?” I asked when I saw his glass was empty.
He passed me his glass and I went to the kitchen. I went to refill his glass and quickly darted over to the bedroom where I peered in the door. Lo was naked on the bed, Hitachi between her legs. She looked over at me and whispered, “Sorry.”
“Are you done?” I whispered back, accusingly.
I closed the door and brought out the mimosas to the living room, turning down the music now. We chatted some more and then Lola walked into the room wearing her thin, tight, black yoga pants and a crop top, exposing her midriff.
“Hi Jim,” she said, flirtatiously.
“Don’t mind me. I’m just on my way to the gym for a yoga class. I know you boys want your time alone. I just have to get my gym bag.” Though her gym bag was in the hall leading to the living room and she could have simply picked it up, she made a production of turning around, bending over, protruding her tail in the air and then picking it up. It was a classic stripper move designed to provide the best view for Jim.
“Doesn’t that class start at eleven?” I asked facetiously. “You’d better get a move-on.”
“I’ll hightail it there, D — ” She almost said “Daddio,” but stopped herself mid-consonant. “Don’t worry about me,” she stammered. She gave me a kiss goodbye and was finally out the door.
I observed with keen interest how Jim’s eyes followed Lo’s ass as she sauntered away.
[Excerpt from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]