[Warning: this post is a bit more racy than my usual post.]
Hi everyone,
The guy I share my body with (I'll call him Mike; that's not his real name) had sex Friday night. It was with a young woman (Mary, also not her real name) he met at the golf course. He had met her before when he got paired up with her during rounds of golf. The same thing happened Friday night. This time Mary was much more friendly than she had been before. She was drinking beer during the round. Mike doesn't really drink very much but he did have a beer or two during the round. After the round, Mary invited him to have another drink in the clubhouse. One thing led to another and Mike found himself at Mary's house, listening to music and drinking. One thing led to another. . .
I should tell you Mary is a little older than Mike (she's 27; Mike is (surprise) the same age as me -- 22). Mike thinks she is a cute blonde with a trim little body. In addition to playing golf, she runs about 3 miles a day. Friday night she was wearing a pair of tight short light tan shorts (I have a pair really like hers) and a simple pale salmon-colored tee-shirt.
I agreed that Mike could have the body for the night. I agreed that he could slip my panties (a real skimpy black thong with four silver stars across the front) off in the restroom at the clubhouse and put them in his shorts pockets (he was by the way wearing my denim shorts; I don't think Mary noticed). (Thanks to Chloe for the tip about this maneuver.)
As much as I wanted to stay in the background for Mike's benefit, I couldn't stay completely out of the scene. I peeked out to see what kind of undies Mary was wearing. Not bad: pale lavender string bikini and simple white bra with some minimal padding (Mary is pretty slender). I don't think than Mary necessarily was planning on entertaining that evening; she was dressed more for playing golf.
I am ashamed to admit I could not completely stay out of the scene while Mike and Mary were being intimate. I kept forcing my way into Mike's mind, reminding him of how sexy I looked when I got all dressed up. I kept reminding him of the panties, bras, skirts, shorts, and jeans I owned and how I looked when I wore them. I think Mike got greatly distracted by my forcing my way into his mind. I kept forcing my way into his mind asking how Mike would like to be the pretty girl being made love to. By the time of Mike's climax, his thoughts were much more on me and how I looked dressed up than they were on poor Mary.
Mary went to bed with Mike but I think she ended up with me.
Mike has not heard from Mary since Friday. He is not sure how to approach the situation when he sees her again. I think I'll be okay when I see her.
Do any of the rest of you find yourself having dressing thoughts while making love? I felt almost schizophrenic. Mike, poor dear, was simply besides himself.