My name is Anna, and I am from Switzerland. I spend a couple of years in America as an exchange student at the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia. I stayed with a host family who lived outside Philadelphia. They had a nice mansion, with a tennis court and a swimming pool, and a nice, secluded back yard with a hammock, and many shade trees. It was a beautiful place.
The name of my host was Roger, and his wife's name was Dorothy. They had a 18-year old son, whose name was Kevin. I was 25 years old at that time. Roger was an advertising executive, and Dorothy ran a bookstore in the city. Roger was about 42 and Dorothy was about 37. Roger was quite handsome and in good shape although not like an athlete or a body builder. Dorothy was gorgeous, with a medium build, about my size, with firm, full breasts, and long legs. It was obvious from looking at her that she exercised regularly. This story is about my experience with this wonderful family.
They gave me a nice bedroom on the second floor of the house overlooking the back yard. Kevin and I shared a bathroom, which was in the passageway, which led to our bedrooms. His bedroom was towards the front of the house overlooking the pool. His parents lived on the other side of the second floor, and there was a large hallway in between.
I should say something about myself. I already mentioned I was 22 at the time. I am 5' 5", 125 pounds, and have dark hair. I have always kept myself in good shape, and have a nice figure. At the time this story happened, I measured 37-23-35. I had my first sexual experience in high school, when I went out with the son of our neighbours whom I had known since childhood. Before I came to America, I had a boyfriend for a while, but when I got a fellowship to study in America, he became jealous and broke off.
As I settled down in that house and in my work at the University, I began enjoying the friendliness of the whole family. Dorothy especially was very nice, and always greeted me with a warm smile. I like to cook, and so we spent a lot of time in the kitchen where she taught me many American dishes. I had noticed that Roger was also very friendly, and when Dorothy was not around, may be too friendly. He didn't do anything inappropriate, but would often try to brush against me, or get very close, especially when we were swimming. I ignored it because I did not want to cause trouble between him and Dorothy.
I knew Roger and Dorothy were very close, because they often hugged and kissed in front of Kevin and me. Sometimes when he thought no one was looking, Roger would try to fondle Dorothy, or sneak a hand up under her skirt when we lounged around in the living room watching TV. They were pretty casual about clothing around the house, too. It took me a while to get used to that, because often I would find Roger wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and Dorothy with a Turkish robe over nothing more than a panty. Even Kevin often walked around in his boxer shorts. I could tell he didn't wear anything inside because the shape of his cock was always visible when he walked, causing it to jiggle. The cock would slip out a little whenever he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. His parents didn't seem to mind, and there was always a heightened feeling of sexuality in that household. After a while, I got used to it, and actually started getting aroused on seeing glimpses of naked flesh. So I also dropped my reticence, and started walking around in shorts or see-through dresses. But I always wore the undergarments.
After a while, I began to notice that Kevin was really attracted to me. He always stared at my breasts, or legs. I knew he was attracted to me by the way he would steal glances at me when his parents were not around, or trying to get physically close to me on some pretext or another. He had just turned 18 the previous month, and I had overheard some of his friends comment about what a "hot chick" I was, and asking him if he had scored with me yet or not. I saw Kevin blush and pulled his friends out of range of my hearing, and whisper something to them.
A couple of weeknds after his birthday, I was sitting in my bedroom, reading a book. After a while, I got up to stretch and stood by the window. I looked out into the backyard, and saw Kevin behind the fountain. I could only see him from waist up, and he was bare. I watched with curiosity, trying to figure out what he was doing. His back was towards me, and it looked like he was watering something with a hose. Then he stepped away from the fountain and turned around. I was surprised to see that he was naked, and was holding the hose with its powerful stream of water pointed at his cock, which was hard like a rod. It looked like he was washing himself. Then I realized that he was directing the water right on the cock and playing with himself. Then he stiffened and started jerking himself rapidly. He dropped the hose, and grabbed his cock, pumping it furiously. I saw him shudder and ejaculate, and at the same time, look up in the direction of the house. I quickly stepped back, not wanting him to find me watching him.
That evening at dinner, he kept avoiding my eyes, and so I knew he had seen me standing at the window. Later, when I headed for my bedroom after taking a shower, he followed me. I was getting ready for bed, but he came in and closed the door, and just stood there, looking at me. I had the towel draped around me, and was only wearing a panty underneath. I told him to leave, but he said he wanted to talk to me about the situation earlier. I pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he insisted.
"Please. I saw you watching me from your window this afternoon. I was horny, and went out in the back yard to cool off. It was hot, so I took off my clothes, and sat under the tree for a while. But I kept getting hornier thinking about you. You don't realize how beautiful and sexy you are, Anna. I lay in bed every night, thinking about you. Anyway, I turned on the hose and tried to cool off. The force of the water felt so good against the skin that I pointed it to my... you know. It felt so good. Then I saw you in the window, and couldn't hold out. Please don't tell Mom or Dad."
I saw the pleading look ion his face and the hard-on in his shorts. He was just reacting to his hormones. So I motioned him to come closer, and dropped my towel. He took one step, and froze, his eyes as big as golf balls as he took in my naked breasts and the rest of it. I walked up to him, and took his hands in mine. I pressed them against my breasts, and said, "Is this what you wanted to do?"
He nodded, and licked his lips. I kissed him on the mouth, and pulled him towards the bed. I pushed him down on it, and stood before him. "What would you like to do with me?" I asked.
He just stared at my breasts, breathing heavily. So I pushed him down on his back and straddled him, feeling his stiff cock against my panty. I kissed him on the mouth, and pushed my tongue in. He moaned and started fumbling with my breasts as we kissed. I reached between our bodies and fondled his cock through the shorts. Then I worked my way inside, and pulled it out. It was hot.
I slipped off him, and knelt on the carpet as he lay on the bed, resting in his elbows. I pulled the cock all the way out, and began stroking it. I pumped him slowly, rubbing the tip, and the sensitive ring around the crown, as I watched his face. He was panting, and jerking his hips. I saw him grimace a little, and knew he was close to orgasm. I put the tip in my mouth, and sucked on it. He moaned loudly as I took all of it in my mouth. It wasn't very long, may be about five inches. He began to jerk his hips, so I pulled it out, just as he erupted. The white cum splashed on my face and breasts as he grunted, and grabbed his cock. He jerked off, squirting more cum on his fingers. I got up and grabbed my towel and wiped him clean. Then I cleaned the cum off my breasts and face. He stood up, and mumbled 'thank you', and headed for the door.
"Kevin."
He stopped, and turned to look at me. He was embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed. It's okay. I know how you feel. Did you enjoy it?"
He nodded wordlessly.
"I did, too. You have a nice cock. Don't worry about anything. I won't tell anyone."
He smiled, and said, "Thanks, Anna. I can't think of anything else when I am around you. I think I am falling in love with you."
"It's just a phase, Kevin. You are growing up, and noticing beautiful girls with new emotions and feelings. You'll get over this phase and fall in love with a really nice girl some day."
"Maybe. But right now, I can only think of you, and how beautiful you are."
"Thank you, Kevin. Have you made love to a girl yet?"
He shook his head. "No, I haven't done it with anyone, although I have fondled some girls on dates. I have to feel something for a girl first before I go all the way with her."
"That is very nice of you, and the right way to think. Would you like me to show you some day how to make love to a girl?"
"Oh, yes," Kevin's face lit up in a big smile, "Would you, really? Oh, Anna. I love you." He came back and hugged me tightly.
A few days later, I came home early from the university. No one was home. I changed into silk shorts and a halter top, with no bra, and lay down in bed, reading some magazines. Kevin came home from school at 3:30 and came straight to my room.
"I saw your car outside. You are early," he said as he entered. I sat up, and smiled at him.
