A large red wine stain

Tammy pointed to a red wine stain on John's pants. "Oh dear, look who has been a dirty boy", she said with a giggle.

"Oh, these are just an old pear of sweatpa...", he attempted to reply.

He wasn't able to finish as Tammy shooed him into the laundry room and ordered him to strip off his pants and treat them before throwing them in her washer. John now felt exposed wearing only his shirt and his striped boxer shorts. He gulped the last of his wine, as liquid courage. Tammy clinked her glass to his and followed suit. Her blue eyes sparkling in a smile.

Tammy glided into the kitchen, grabbing a new bottle of wine from the fridge. Champagne. Working the cork loose, it shot free of the bottle with a wet pop. They both laughed as it bounced around the kitchen floor. Tammy's heels clicked on the hardwood as she sauntered over to the cupboard to grab new glasses.

She stretched but only her fingertips brushed the glassware, and turned to say with a pout "John, I need you."

He approached her, and stretched to reach the top shelf. He was suddenly keenly aware of her ass pressed against his crotch as he moved closer to grabbing the glass.

"Almost....", she cooed. He was close enough to smell the fragrance of her long blonde hair. His cock stirred, the thin cloth of his boxers allowing him to measure each curve of her ass in his mind.