school again, where she used to 'accidentally' bump into boys she was attracted to. Most of them had been too shy to make the first move, but Tina was anything but shy. She had learned, though, that some people had to be handled with a certain degree of delicacy, so as not to scare them away. Even a good looking fucker like Owen must have his weak points. If he didn't, he and Rita would have more people than they do for visits.
Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as she pulled into a parking spot in the school's lot, they don't have anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a world all their own. Wellllll… that's interesting.
The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new school bitter cold, and Tina hurried inside, taking great care that she did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she took off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be spending too much time away from the warmth of buildings or her car, she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly older than Rita, Tina carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed pretty much the way she had when she had been attending school. Tight jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her rich, luxurious hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her shoulders and framed her head, bouncing lightly as she walked through the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw. She took good care of her body, and her looks had not in the slightest left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she could see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her breasts behind her cotton blouse. Even though her globes were large, they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra. They, like her hair, bobbed sensually as she sauntered through the halls, and the rubbing of her nipples on the light cloth brought about a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this will make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this Owen guy out real good. She could feel her pussy starting to secrete fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she moved her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might show through her jeans around her vaginal area. She wanted to be a little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Owen to think of her as just another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she could get a better feel about him.
The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and she searched through the huge room, looking first for her nephew, and, finding him, looked for Owen.
She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.
'All right,' he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. 'I think we've had enough for today. Let's break it up. I'm ready for dinner.'
'Larry,' Tina called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw everyone, including Owen, turning to see her finally. 'Larry,' she called again.
The young boy skated across the rink. 'Aunt Tina,' he started.
'Your mother sent me to pick you up,' she said quickly, keeping her eyes on Owen all the while. 'My car is in the parking lot. It's unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little something I have to do. I won't be long.'
Larry shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Tina followed Owen's hard muscled form as the hockey coach went to one of the side benches and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Tina walked along the ice to him.
'You seem to be pretty popular with the kids,' she said to start the conversation.
Owen looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his breathing stop as his eyes fixed on her ripe beauty. Then he broke into a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. 'Yes… I like them and they like me,' he told her. 'I don't think they've had a coach who really understood the game before.'
'I thought football was your sport,' Tina said, sitting close, but not too close, to him. She bent forward and looked with intensive eagerness.
Owen gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and talk to him. Lots of them had done that in his college days, and he prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.
'Well… it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to admit that you don't look like the kind of woman who would be interested in football, though.'
'I'm not,' Tina said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.
'And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either.'
'I never thought a jock could have so much insight,' Tina said, just a little seductively.
Owen chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't played in a long time… not since he'd married Rita. He could tell that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still projected that special something that most women go for. And he wasn't even trying. Well…
'You sure don't look old enough to be Larry's mother,' he said, looking away from his skates and directly into her coal-black eyes.
'I'm not,' Tina said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So far, there was nothing shy about this handsome man.
Owen regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he was deep in thought.
'I know you from somewhere,' he said quietly. 'I know you…'
He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women he used to date in college. They hadn't been countless, but most of them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly long enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.
'No… you've probably just seen me,' she said, looking hard at him, and then leaning back. 'Bob and I live two doors down from you and Rita.'
Owen thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with a sudden understanding.
'Of course,' he said as though he had just stumbled on to some brilliant thought. 'Well… it's nice to be talking to you. I'm sorry that Rita and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She and I are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come from the city, you know, and making the…'
'No need to apologize,' Tina said quickly. Now that she had him talking, the last thing she wanted him to do was feel as though he had done something wrong. 'Bob and I know how it can be. When we first moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new friends. Someone has to make the first move.'
Owen felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a pleasure. She was friendly, open and casual. He had at first thought that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was married and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little more about her, he began to feel as though he had known her for a long, long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to himself as his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her light cotton blouse. Some people make you feel at ease right away.
'I'm really glad we met,' he said finally, remembering that he was married, and was therefore entitled to do little more than just look and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her, even though he knew she was. One of the things Owen had no hang-ups about was making it with married women. Shit… if they wanted to have some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with him.
'So am I,' she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had been to him, and she could see that, if anything, she had under-estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a swelling of his cock under his pants… a swelling that told her he would be able to satisfy her in bed many times over. She could tell that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy. If she could get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an opening.
'Now that we've met,' she continued, 'what would you say to you and Rita coming over to our house some time in the near future? Bob and I love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two over.'
'Why… that would be very nice,' Owen said. 'Of course, I'll have to talk to Rita about it, but I'm sure she'll go along with me. She hasn't said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people.'
'Is she a little shy about finding new friends?'
'Well… in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I think living out here has really thrown her for a loop.'
He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then, standing up, he looked down at the lovely woman.
'Shall I walk you to your car?' he asked, offering her his arm.
