Tess Meets Diva's Family

Waking up to a bright and sunny day, I planned to take the convertible on my drive to visit Diva. That plan was quickly quashed by my husband, already not too happy that I wasn’t going to spend the day with him. Having lost the potent bargaining power of the BJ, I didn’t even bother to argue just got into my low profile car and headed out.

I texted Diva that I was underway. She has been insisting I meet her husband before she tells him of our plans to visit another blogger out on the West Coast in July. Seems, much like the mystical unicorn, I had become something of a legend whose veracity was in some dispute. Plus it would be good for her son to put a face to the lesbian lover he’s been imagining she may have. Diva warned me to look prim and proper. Really can you even imagine that? I did it for court once, even removing my nose ring for the occasion, but these days I am all about being true to who I am and the prim and proper look is not much a part of that. I pulled out my cell phone, took a photo of my ample and well displayed cleavage and texted it to Diva along with the message "this is what I'm wearing".

“I’m going to kill you” appeared on my screen moments later.

“And don’t seduce my son” was next.

Between taking pictures of my boobs, contemplating seducing a young man and my inability to get any alone time to masturbate that morning, I started to feel familiar pangs in my panties that demanded I take action. Dresses, despite Diva’s silly insistence that she doesn’t wear them, are ever so convenient, though my sheer black panties were somewhat of a hindrance to my probing fingers. At one point, I pulled my panties to the side was nearly as much violence as Victor and that thought just made me hotter and wetter. Thinking of Victor so recently repeatedly slamming his fingers inside my grasping cunt, holding me in place by my long hair while he slapped my ass with his demonic belt and forcing myself into my friend’s luscious pussy while I was held immobile by black rope twisted around my wrists, I fondled my clit with strokes ranging from light, teasing touches to stronger more insistent ones. I love to come while flat on my back, but since driving made that impossible, I leaned back as far as I dared as I felt myself get closer to the edge. At first I had been cautious, alert for drivers of those hated SUV’s who need only glance down, as they blow past me at warp speed confident that their enormous gas guzzling cars make them invincible, to see that my dress was pushed up to my hips and only one of my hands was visible. Then I no longer cared. Raising and lowering my hips to press hard against my fingers, denying and then allowing myself pleasure over and over until denying was no longer possible, my screams spilled out the open windows. It felt wonderful to come while speeding along with dappled sunlight bursting through the canopy of trees that lined the road as the soothing breeze tangled my long hair like a lover. And I was definitely more relaxed for the rest of the trip.

Arriving at Diva’s lovely home, I was greeted by her famous dog who promptly stuck her tongue in my mouth as I leaned down to kiss her. Diva called to her family to come and say hello. Finally, I was face to face with her husband and damn if I wasn’t reminded of Eddie. The similarity was only in coloring, where Eddie is all southern charm and lively repartee, Diva’s husband is silent and a hint sullen. Even the sight of my phenomenal tits was just enough to get a hint of a smile from him. But our goal was accomplished; he now knew that Tess exists as more than a figment of his wife’s imagination. Diva’s children were lovely. I would have liked to spend more time chatting with her son but we were off to get pedicures. Relaxing side by side in massage chairs as our feet were tended too, we chatted and plotted out trip to the West Coast. We talked of sharing long conversations with the blogger I had just met last Friday, who is the very soul of sweetness and generosity as well as quite lovely to behold, drinking umbrella drinks, ogling men in uniforms and watching magnificent sunsets as our toes were painted in bright summer colors.

I told Diva about jerking off on the way down. She was amazed at the many things I can accomplish while driving: photography, texting and masturbation. I seem to be retaining my idol status.

Returning to her house before my return home, found me down on the floor kissing her lovable dog goodbye. Since her husband was in his usual position, on the couch in front of sports on TV, I managed to be directly in front of him.

“I really hope you have panties on,” she later said, “since I’m sure in your short dress he could see right up your hooha.”

“Of course I have panties on. Pretty sheer black ones if you must know.”

Overall, I think I behaved. I didn’t seduce her son, I didn’t say anything highly inappropriate (though god knows I was tempted), and I didn’t even kiss her square on the lips as I had threatened. I deserve a reward. Perhaps these.

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