"Wench," Bob smiled.
"Lover," Tina said. "Suppose I give things a little feel this afternoon while I'm at the rink. Maybe we can come up with something after I've had a chance to talk to him."
"Whatever you say, love," Bob shrugged. "And to give you as much time as you want, I'll stay home while you're away. No… no," he told her, exaggerating his motions. "I'm willing to wait a couple of days more before I get into Rita's pussy. You have a word or two with Owen and we'll put our heads together when you get back. We have a week before the meeting, and a lot can happen in a week, now that we've decided that we're going to take some action."
Tina gave a little chuckle and opened the door, letting in a cold blast of air.
"That's what I like about you," she said, standing in the open doorway. "You're willing to make a sacrifice to see to it that I'm happy."
"Close the fucking door, will ya? Heat doesn't grow on trees."
Tina blew him a kiss and pulled the door after her. Getting into her car, she found that already she was formulating a plan of sorts. She had been pretty busy with the other members of the swap club, and she hadn't had much of a chance to really think deeply about Owen Temple. Even so, he had been in the back of her mind ever since she had watched him move into the neighborhood during the summer. She was impressed when she learned that he was a football hero. She really didn't follow sports that much, but that little bit of knowledge made her want him all the more. And Bob, she knew, was hot and ready for Rita's pussy. It was strange that things had taken so long to develop, but they had, and now was the time to see to it that something happened. Now that she and her husband had agreed that something had to be done, there would be no turning back. Should this opportunity slip away, Tina knew they would never get around to getting the couple in the club.
She moved her car along the ice-slicked roads with ease, heading for the school where her nephew was practicing with Owen. Having to use an excuse like a kid to get to meet Owen made Tina feel like she was in high 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.