“Micah, where’s the bathroom?”
Ever the gracious host, I showed her to the bathroom, and apologised for there being no lock on the door. She ignored my ramblings.
“Can you wait outside for me? I can’t “go” if I think I’m going to get walked in on.”
I nodded, and the door slid shut between us. I moved to the other side of the room to wait.
When she emerged a few minutes later, her face was wet, and I thought she’d been crying. “Are you ok, Ali?” I asked.
She looked at me questioningly.
“Your face is a bit wet, I was wondering if you were feeling upset.” I felt like a voyeur - being caught staring.
“No. I just splashed water on my face because I’m feeling a bit pissed.”
At which point my wife came into the bedroom seeing Ali and I standing outside the ensuite door. She looked between us both, an eyebrow raised.
“I was just showing her the bathroom.” I said defensively.
“He just asked me why I was wet.” Said Ali.
When she realised what she said, her hands flew to her mouth. “I didn’t mean….”
Lana’s expression changed, and I could see she was amused, and aroused.
“And Ali - why ARE you wet?”
“I’m not! Well my face is, but that’s all.” Ali declared, her face reddening steadily.
“Micah, I think you should make sure she’s telling the truth.”
Ali hadn’t moved, and if she had comprehended what Lana had meant, she gave nothing away. Lana looked at me, an intensity in her eyes, and nodded authoritatively.
I knelt before Ali, not quite knowing what to do. As I looked up at her, I could hear her breathing was shallow and raspy. There was a click as Lana locked the bedroom door.
“Ali, lift your skirt, please, and spread your legs a little so Micah can do his job properly.” said Lana.
Her tone was one of detachment, and referring to my “job” somehow made it hotter.
Hesitantly, Ali lifted her skirt revealing filmy, black panties that showed two things - she was clean shaven, and she was wet.
“Micah - please check Ali for wetness.”
My hands were trembling as I touched her thigh, causing a slight jump from Ali. With my left hand I tentatively took the top of her panties and pulled them lightly, but this was taking too long for Lana.
“All the way off, please.” Demanded Lana quietly.
Ali put her hands on my shoulders for support, and I guided the panties down and off her. She resumed standing, and there before me were the glistening folds of Ali’s pussy.
With ridiculous ease, I slid my middle finger inside her, and instantly her hands found my shoulders, leaning into me as she shuddered her way through a powerful orgasm.
“Ali, I came in to tell you your ride has gone already. Get into bed, you’re staying with us tonight.”
And with that, she unlocked the door and left the room.