It was a Sunday afternoon and I was at home. Northern Sweden gets dark pretty early in winter. Many who are not born into such latitudes find that a little difficult but, with the right lighting and plenty of logs on the fire or burner, a home can be made lovely and cosy.My house was in a wonderful spot. Four miles or so to the nearest neighbour and about twenty-five miles from the town where my friend, whom I shall call Ingrid, lived with her husband, Tobias.A few months earlier, she had confided in me that things were a bit dead in the bedroom. Family and work-life had taken over and passion had had to cool off, but sadly hadn’t warmed up again. Gradually, though, bit by bit, via texts, emails and phone calls, I’d been doing my best to get their spark going again by encouraging her to fantasise. The strategy had worked. A couple of times, she had called me to let me hear her orgasm while she read. One time, too, having never been interested in oral sex (which I found unusual but, horses for courses, as they say) she called me excitedly from her living room, freshly orgasmed, with cum still on her tongue to report how she suddenly found she loved the taste. Tobias was spent and dozing in the bedroom as we spoke.On the Sunday in question, Ingrid had driven bursa escort over to another town, her route taking her within about ten minutes of my house. I was just pottering about, minding my own business when the phone rang. It was Ingrid on her way home, asking if I was busy. I wasn’t and assured her she’d be welcome to pop in for a coffee.We always hugged by way of greeting, so the initial one, as she came through the door, in a quite smart blouse and skirt, was nothing out of the ordinary… at first. But I noticed she clung on a little longer than usual; prompting me to ask eventually if she was ok.“Very ok,” she answered into my chest.“OK… I’m happy to hear that,” I said. “I did wonder if something was up and that was why you wanted to come by.”“Oh, no. Nothing like that,” she said. “Things are actually really good at home; especially in the bedroom,” she winked.“I’m happy to hear that too!” I said and went to put the kettle on. She followed me into the kitchen. Despite saying everything was fine, I couldn’t help but notice she seemed a bit twitchy but with a somewhat enigmatic smile on her face. I found myself smiling too without quite knowing why. Just one of those lovely moments when someone’s mood transfers into another person.“That latest fantasy,” bursa escort bayan she said. “The party one.”“You seemed to like it,” I noted.“Oh, I loved it!” she enthused. “It’s sort of why I’m here.”“Aha… What did you like best about it?” I asked her.“Difficult to say, because I loved all of it” she replied. “But, if I had to choose, it would be that bit where I’m sitting on the guy… having a cock inside me but not knowing whose it was… That really turned me on!” she said.I studied her eyes and face for a moment.“Are you turned on right now?” I asked her directly.“I’ve been wet since calling to ask if you were home,” she ‘confessed’, sidling up to me with a wicked glint in her eye.I knew exactly what was in her mind but reminded her that we had agreed much earlier in our friendship that we were not going to have sex. All the fantastical exploring was supposed to be only to get her and Tobias closer again. “Yes, I remember. And I want to keep to that but… do you remember the few times I’ve rung you so you could hear me cumming?”“I’ll never forget those!” I laughed.“Well, we could extend that boundary a little and still keep to that agreement, couldn’t we?”“What do you have in mind?” I asked. She took a moment to answer and I sensed a little hesitation escort bursa in her. She looked up at me as if suddenly questioning herself, then said quietly, “Follow me,” and led me through to the living room by the hand.Once there, she again paused. It looked like she was trying to build up courage. “Sit over in that chair,” she said, motioning me to an easy chair opposite my sofa. “Have you got some music?”I quickly found a playlist and sat back down. The first song was quite slow and dreamy and, I soon realised, was the perfect choice. She began swaying gently and sensually; eyes closed mostly apart from the occasional peep to check I was paying attention. As if I wouldn’t be!After a couple of minutes, she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. Once they were all undone, she lifted the fabric from under her skirt and let it fall open properly. ‘Mmmm, no bra,’ I thought to myself as an erection began forming in my trousers. The blouse still covered her nipples but enough fleshy roundness got me fully hard very quickly and I had to shift in my seat.She turned to face away from me and slipped the blouse free, casually tossing it onto one end of the sofa, then turned to face me again, using her hands as a bra. Her eyes were open now and fixed on mine, reading my responses.Keeping one arm across both breasts, she freed the other hand to unzip her skirt at one side, turned away again and let it slip to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it over to join her blouse.