I was on my way home from town when I noticed a shiny silver Mercedes on the shoulder of the Farm to market Road about ten miles out of town. I slowed the old corvette down and stopped beside Mr. Bosco Wilson our local Bank President. He was soaking wet from the summer storm that was raging overhead. His car had over heated and he was waiting for the tow truck. I invited him over to my place to wait out the storm.

We were both soaked by the time we reached the house. I offered Bosco a dry towel and the guest robe and showed him to my spare room. I stripped off my wet clothes and slid on my short Black silk robe. I turned the radio on my favorite station and fixed us both a drink. I knew he was standing in the hallway watching me and that my robe had slipped open enough to give him a nice view of my bare breast and he could see my sheer lace panties when I bent over. Bosco came in to the room and cleared his throat I turned around smiled and offered him a seat on the sofa. The storm outside intensified and the power went off.

I sat down beside Bosco and pretended I was afraid of the storm and he put his arm around me to comfort me. I put my head on his shoulder and my robe fell open leaving my breast exposed to his eyes. The thunder boomed loudly and I jumped into his lap brushing my breast against his lips. I could feel how hard he was and that made me really wet. He whispered I can’t do this I am a married man just as I reached down to stroke his hard shaft.

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