I made a circle while I got home. It was a very hard day at work, and I was glad to get home. My husband Bob was not in town, and Bobby’s son was in college. A peaceful evening was approaching, I could rest and relax. On the way, I saw Ken walking his dog at the other end of the yard. He was 20 years old, he and Bobby grew up together. I have known Ken since I was 4 years old. He was bodybuilding, his muscles were rock solid. He looked tired. He wore blue jeans faded in the sun. He threw a stick at the dog, and she ran to pick it up.

I entered the house and made myself a glass of wine. Filling the bath with warm water, I climbed into it. After drinking the wine, I took the soap and washcloth and began to wash. Soaping my neck, my hand reached out to soft white breasts, whose nipples began to swell. Putting washcloth, I the edge of the bath, I took a sip of wine and returned to massage my soaped breast. I tried to squeeze the nipple, but he slipped out between his fingers. I began to fantasize, imagining how I surrender to an imaginary lover. My second hand slid between my legs, my fingers parted my vagina and started stroking my clitoris. I had long dreamed of making love to someone else other than Bob, my husband. We got married when I was 22 years old. I was still a virgin. The wine I drank apparently had some effect on me because I had finished very quickly.

After finishing the wash, I got out of the bath, put on a sexy white bra and little panties. The doorbell rang. “Who could it be?” I asked myself. I threw a robe and went to open. It was Ken.

- Hi Ken. Come on in.

“Hi, Penny.” Is it time to sleep?

- Oh no. I just got out of the bath. Want a glass of wine?

- It will be nice.

- I filled two glasses.

- Come into the room and sit down.

Ken sat down on the sofa, and I sat down in the easy chair across the room. When I sat down, the floors of my robe parted, showing Ken several inches of my panties. I quickly took off my robe. I knew that Ken must have seen my panties. For a while I was embarrassed. My heart began to beat faster, but I hoped that my face was not blush.

His muscles looked as strong as steel. Ken put one foot on the coffee table and could see the other through torn jeans. He was not wearing underwear! I could see his testicles and the head of the penis. I was surprised and thought that he was doing it on purpose. I felt hot, I felt myself blushing. I struggled so that my eyes did not look at this sight.

I got up and took out a pack of cigarettes from the table. When I bent down to get my cigarettes, my robe opened up. I knew that he could see my bra and the swells of the breasts. I would be surprised if my nipples were not visible through the thin fabric. I did not even hope for it. I was pleased that I wore a bra that evening. Ken pulled out a lighter to give me a light. I bent over again in him. I wanted to hold the robe so that it would not open, but decided not to. I noticed that his eyes were looking at my chest. I froze and hesitated for a few seconds whether to let him look at me or not. He really could see no more than if I were in a bathing suit.

I thought of Ken as a little boy. He is a longtime friend of Bobby. His mother and I are good friends, we often chat with her.

“I haven't seen you for a long time, Ken.” Where have you been?

- I have a girlfriend and I spend a lot of time with her.

- Who is she?

“You don't know her.” She does not like my parents. She's older than me.

- How much older? - I asked and sat on the chair.

- She is 36.

- Oh my God. She is a few years younger than me.

- I think you can help me with my problem.

Ken talked to me about his problems. As a boy, he came to me with problems that he could not discuss with his mother.

- Of course, so what's your problem? - I quietly looked at his crotch.

- She likes to dance slowly, but I do not know how. Can you teach me?

- Good. Do you want to start now?

- Yes, if you want.

I turned on the CD and asked Ken to help me move the table away. My dressing-gown opened again when I bent over to raise the table, and I could not hold it to my hands, even if I wanted to. Ken was able to see my private places again, silk-covered. I was a little embarrassed, because this time I showed him too much.

Ready to give the first dance lesson to Ken, I am in the middle of the room, he is opposite me. I took his right hand, put it on my waist. I felt that he was very excited when I put my left hand on his shoulder and took the other one in mine.

- Relax a little. You will not be a good dancer if you do not learn to relax.

I felt awkward, standing on the floor and holding my arms around Ken. I had no idea how tall he was, but for the first time I saw that his muscles were as hard as they look. After a few songs, Ken was already dancing well. He studied very quickly. We sat down for a few minutes, drained the glasses and filled them again. But now I was not standing well.

“Another dance and I will go home,” said Ken.

- Good.

Now he pressed me close to his body. I was a little scared when my breasts were pressed against his body. Not expecting this, I did not know whether to step back or not. I decided to surprise him and nestled close to him. His body was really strong. I did not feel every muscle on his shoulder and neck. I could not resist his arm to his muscles.

He danced as if he had been doing this for more than a year. I was surprised that suddenly he just wanted to embrace me. He pressed his right hand on my head, leaning her to his shoulder. Sentimental music and wine gave me a romantic mood, and for a few seconds I forgot where I was. I tried not to resist. I closed my eyes and laid my head on his shoulder. He held me tight for a few seconds. My left hand began to stroke his neck. I felt something touching my thigh and realized that he was starting to get excited.

I should have stopped now. Removing my head from the shoulder, I tried to pull away. Ken's hand held me tight. He had my hair with his right hand and wanted my head back. I looked straight into his eyes. He kissed me right on the lips. I did not believe it. I know this child from four years. He is like a son to me. I tried to pull away.

- Ken! What are you doing?

Ken did not answer. He tightened his hold on me and pressed his lips to mine. I was so surprised by his actions that my lips parted and his tongue penetrated inside.

“Um ...” I tried to protest, but my sounds were swallowed by his tongue.

A surprise was waiting for me, his hand found my right breast and squeezed tight. It was wonderful. I hesitated for a minute and thought what happened, why Ken started to caress me. I wanted him to continue, that I knew that I could not allow him that. It is unacceptable. I began to remove his hand from my chest with my free hand. I thought otomu what his mother would say to that.

- Penny, you do not like my affection? - his voice was calm.

- I like it, but this is not good. Please do not do this anymore.

He took my right hand and pressed it to my back. Now both my hands were closed. One was pressed to my back, and the other rested on his body. He pulled me to him, and I can't do anything about it. His hand again found my chest. He squeezed and stroked her. I could not do anything against it. My breathing quickened, ...