The Weekend.

The weekend arrived and Frank was anticipating a lot of action. He had been texting with Karen ever since the party and she had agreed to come over to his house on Saturday to revisit what they had started on Wednesday.

Hearing a car door shut out the front of his house, Frank got up and peered through the window. It was Karen and she looked sensational. She wore a tight fitting, fluorescent orange tank top and a pair of black yoga pants. Karen had also done her long brown hair into a bun on top of her head.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, Frank opened it for her.

“Oh, hey there stud!” She said giving him a tight hug and a quick kiss.

“Hey, you look great.” He smiled down at her.

“Thanks, I’ve just been to the gym. Been working on my squats.” Karen said cheekily and turned and flexed her glutes, showing off an incredible ass.

“Oh my god!” Frank exclaimed, marveling at her behind.

Laughing together they headed inside to the kitchen, discussing how each other’s day had been.

“I got fired on Thursday.” Frank told her solemnly.

“Oh no! That’s terrible. Are you okay?” Karen sympathized.

“Yeah I’m fine, especially now that you’re here.” He said, “You want a drink or something?”

“Yeah water, please.”

He got Karen a cold glass of water and one for himself, they moved outside, sat down on the porch, clinked their glasses together and drank.

“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Frank asked, sipping his water.

“Sure.” She said taking a big gulp.

“What do you know about your father?” He questioned slowly, hoping to not cause any offense.

“Why?” Karen replied, confused.

“Well, because I never knew my mother. I don’t know what she looked like, where she was from, what she liked. Dad never told me much about her. And I was wondering if you found much comfort in knowing who your dad is or was.” Frank explained.

“No I know basically nothing about him. I know that he was black, hence why I have such a great ass,” She laughed, “and that he abandoned me a long time ago. But to be honest, I don’t really care. I grew up with a great family, and I try to look forward as much as I can, not backward.”

Frank nodded and let her answer sink in. She was completely right; it was not about where you were from but where you were going. Frank laughed to himself, here was a woman he valued for nothing but sex, and she had just given him some great life advice.

They sat and talked for a while, soaking up the warm afternoon sun and relaxing the day away.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes before Karen broke it with, “It is pretty hot out here.” She said smirking and looked over at Frank.

He watched as Karen lifted her glass to her lips and prepared to take a drink of water. But before her mouth touched the glass, the water came crashing down onto her tank top.

“Oops. I guess I will have to take this off now.” She said casually, standing up and peeling her wet shirt off her chest.

“Oh no. I think some got on your bra as well.” Frank added, his erection growing.

“You are right, guess this has to come off too.” Karen unhooked her bra, revealing her small but perky tits to the warm afternoon sun.

“Well I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, I think should take my shirt off too.” Frank told her, standing up and revealing his shredded torso.

“Thanks Frank, you are such a great guy. Would you mind if I took my pants off? Its just so hot.” She asked with a grin.

“If you must.” He answered, watching as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and stripped them down.

“Oh, I guess I forgot to put underwear on today.” She said in faux confusion. “You should be naked too. It is impolite for the host not to be naked when a guest is.” Karen suggested.

“You are absolutely right.” Frank smiled and removed the rest of his clothes.