I thought Mrs. McNair would have a heart attack whenever Traci jumped up to her feet. I could see her shorts were clearly resting in the folds of her pussy and her little boobs and long nipples were easily available, visually. I took a quick peek behind her once and saw the shorts had ridden up her ass cheeks about an inch, so the people sitting behind us had to be pleased with their view, too.
Mr. and Mrs. McNair had made reservations for them, their son and girlfriend and Traci and me for a nice restaurant a few hours after the game. Of course, when they made those reservations they didn’t realize that my GF was a hot MILF. To their credit, they didn’t rescind the invite after the football game.
The front of Traci’s shorts was visibly wet by the time the game was over. She was sitting angled toward me, trying to hide the wet spot from Mrs. McNair, although I was sure my roommate’s mother could see it, too.
“I can’t even begin to tell you how embarrassed… and turned on I am right now,” she whispered to me as everyone stood up to leave. “I need you to fuck me senseless when we get back to the apartment.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered with a huge smile.
Traci had my dick out of my pants and was giving me a wet, sloppy blowjob in my car within minutes after we got in the vehicle. With her lipstick smeared on her face and her shorts obviously wet, she was a beautiful, sexy mess by the time we got back to the apartment.
We passed another couple in the parking lot on the way to the building and they smiled at us knowingly when they saw Traci. I grabbed her into a tight embrace, then slapped her hard on the ass.
“Nude up, woman!” I yelled when we got inside the apartment.
She ran inside my bedroom and started shedding clothes. I was right behind her.
“Do me! Do me hard, Trav!” she yelled as I grabbed her hips, bent her over the side of the bed and plowed into her from behind. Not two minutes later, she shrieked out her first orgasm. I kept going hard until she started coming down, then I slowed, but didn’t stop, as I gave her a brief rest. I started back hard again, and wordless muttering began shortly after, finally culminating in a screaming climax. God, I love expressive women!
Traci looked extremely uncomfortable once her sexual haze faded.
“What’s the matter, Sexy?” I asked.
“I can’t face Larry’s mom after today,” she said earnestly. “That woman’s probably my age, and there I was dressed and acting like a college slut.”
I lit a joint, took a deep inhale, and passed it to Traci. I knew she wasn’t big on weed, but I figured she could use some mellowing.
“And my dinner outfit isn’t any more conservative than my football outfit,” she continued.
“Ooh. I can’t wait to see it,” I enthused.
We finished the joint and jumped into the shower. I rubbed all over her body and wound up bringing her off twice more with my fingers. Her eyes were glazed from the weed and the orgasms.
My dick got instantly hard when Traci came out of the bedroom dressed for the evening. Her little boobs were encased in a stretchy white top that barely made it down to the bottom of her ribs, and she was wearing a white skirt that barely covered her tight MILF ass. She topped it all off with white thigh highs that finished about an inch below the hem of the skirt and three inch heels.
“Wow! You look like sex on a stick!” I gushed.
“I can’t go out with Larry’s parents dressed like a sex addict,” she harrumphed.
“Sure you can,” I said. “You wouldn’t think twice about going out with Larry and his girl if his parents weren’t around, would you? No, you wouldn’t. But now you’re getting crazy just because they’re your age. You’re beautiful and sexy. It’s not your fault that Larry’s mom dresses like an old lady. Larry’s dad would kill to have his wife dress like you.”
“You are just a horny sucker. You know that? You would be happy if I’d just show up naked.”
“Well…” I chuckled.
We had about an hour before our dinner reservations. Traci and I each had two glasses of wine. About five minutes before we were supposed to leave, I poured her another, knowing that she would have to chug it down when we left. She was high and half-drunk when we left for dinner. Sue me, I’m not a choir boy.
There was no way Traci could get out of my car in that outfit without flashing anybody passing by, but by this point she just giggled when a pair of men walking past did blatant double-takes. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She kissed back just as hard.
We waited in front of the restaurant for Larry, his girlfriend and Larry’s parents. When they came walking up, I thought Larry’s father was going to come in his pants. Larry’s mom saw that and more than playfully punched her husband in the arm.
“No, Ed, I’m not dressing like that,” she said to him.
“Wow, Traci, you look… fantastic,” Larry said with great enthusiasm.
“Men!” Larry’s mom huffed.
Interestingly enough, Larry’s mother parked herself on the other side of Traci at the dinner table. Traci’s skirt was so short that when she sat down, she was actually sitting on her panties, with her skirt just reaching the chair. Larry’s mother probably ran her eyes over Traci’s body during the meal as much as I did. From where he was sitting, Ed couldn’t see the lower half of Traci’s body, but he was almost a statue staring at Traci’s nipples poking through that stretchy top.
“Dad… uh, you’re being a little obvious,” Larry said halfway through the meal.
Traci blushed when Larry chastised his father, who quickly apologized.
“You are a very sexy and confident woman, Traci. I’m sorry my husband is acting like an 18-year-old hornball,” said Larry’s mother.
High and a little drunk, Traci giggled.
“It’s okay. I like dressing… young for my boyfriend,” Traci said. “He is a 21-year-old hornball.”
It was my turn to blush. I jiggled Traci’s belly ring, and she wriggled again.
We agreed to meet the other four at a nice club on the west side of town after dinner. It wasn’t the usual club for college-age kids, but it was a better fit for Larry’s parents. I told Larry it might take Traci and I a few extra minutes to get there. He smiled at me and gave me a fist-bump.
Five minutes later Traci and I were parked in the deserted parking lot of a closed furniture store. Just like two years ago, her panties were off and she was leaning up against the car trunk with her hands. I stepped up to her, rubbed my hard dick up against her dripping cunt lips and plunged inside in just one stroke.
“Ohhhhh!” she moaned. “Take me hard, Travis.”
“Rrrrrr!” I moaned while pounding her hard.
Five minutes later Traci shrieked out her orgasm and took me over the edge with her. Goddamn!
Traci had both of our juices running down to the tops of her thigh-highs. Being a good Boy Scout wannabe, I handed her a clean towel so she could wipe away the evidence.
“I needed that so badly, Travis, but we should get going before Marge gets too suspicious,” Traci laughed.
“What do you want to bet she’s already figured this out,” I said.
“Oh, God, you’re going to make me really paranoid now,” she said.