Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... over. "Hey, what's happening?" She asked, clearly drunk. She'd always been kind of a cheap drunk, but usually a cheerful one. "We're kicking these guys' asses," Jeff said. "Awesome," Kelly said. "I'm gonna watch you play for a bit, alright?" She slouched into a lounge chair, and immediately started a conversation with the pair of guys we were playing. I leaned over the table to sink the seven in the side pocket. As I bent, I found I had a direct view of Kelly. Her dress had ridden up again, and I could get a glimpse of the white lacy panties she was wearing. It was just at an angle so only I could see them. She seemed totally unaware, however, of the view she was giving me as laughed with our opponents. Then, suddenly, she turned her head to watch my shot. I tried to refocus my attention on the cue ball, but it was too late! I'd been caught. I was sure of it, by the way she smiled a weird drunk smile, straightened her dress, and crossed her legs shutting off any further view almost to the knees. I took my shot and missed. After losing that game, but winning the next two, Kelly wanted to go home. She was in no shape to drive, so she gave me the car keys. While we were inside, it had started raining heavily. By the time we reached the car, we were both soaking. Her yellow dress had turned semi-see-through, and I could make out the outline of her panties. I could also clearly see that her nipples had hardened and she wasn't wearing a bra. I turned on the ignition, and cranked ...

... the heat up as high as it would go, trying to keep control of myself. On the drive back, we talked about how good it was to see everyone together, and compared notes on how successful or unsuccessful in life people had been; just general gossip, taking care to avoid the up-skirt incident. When we exhausted that topic, there was silence except for rain, and in it, an elephant waiting to be acknowledged. Kelly switched on the radio, playing some top-forty pop music. "Listen," I said, "I'm sorry about tonight. You know... looking up your dress." "Don't be," Kelly protested. "It's fine. I mean, you saw more than that this afternoon in the washroom." "I know, but that was different. You needed a towel, and I brought you one. But you're married. I mean I'd feel terrible if Kevin found out I was checking his wife out like that. You're not going to say anything to him are you?" "I wouldn't worry about it." Kelly said with mysteriously sad eyes. But she said nothing else on the subject, and I was just grateful to just let it drop. We arrived back at her place, and went into our respective rooms to change out of our wet clothes into pyjamas. I quickly put on a pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt that I usually sleep in. We rendezvoused back in the living room. Kelly had dressed in a night gown which draped beautifully over her breasts. It was sheer enough that when she stood in the doorway with the kitchen light behind her, I could see the exact silhouette of her body. It didn't look ...