When my friend Sebastian and his wife Fiona invited me and my wife to their daughter Tiffany's engagement party we reluctantly agreed. Though my wife didn't get on badly with Fiona she couldn't see why any woman should have such spectacular looks and a figure as Fiona and have such a perfect marriage too. I felt something of the same. Sebastian had gone from success to success while I'd plodded on. Added to all that our son had no qualifications and was unemployed, while Tiffany had not only inherited her mother's looks and figure, but had got A's in every exam she took and was already a rising star in a London law firm.
The party was at Sebastian's house in the Surrey Hills south of London. The place was huge. It even had a guest annex and Sebastian suggested my wife and I stayed the night after the party. We suspected he just wanted to show off his house. But two days before the party my wife's aged mother took a turn for the worse and my wife said she'd have to spend a few days at her mother's. It gave her the perfect excuse, but to keep up our friendship I agreed to go to the party myself and stay overnight.
I had no trouble finding enough space in Sebastian's drive to park my Ford among the Jaguars, Mercedes and BMW's. It was a fine summer evening and the party spilled out into their couple of acres of garden, where I mingled with bankers, financiers and media people, and ogled their wives and partners.
Among them was Fiona, dripping with bling, the obligatory designer sunglasses perched on her perfectly styled blonde hair and in a dress that made it clear that even in her forties she had a man's dream of a figure, with the added attraction that the material of her dress was thin enough that when I got the light behind her I could see the outline of her figure in all its glory.
There too of course was Tiffany. I'd first met Tiffany four years ago at one of Sebastian's beach parties when she was aged nineteen, straining every guy's dick with her delicious young body squeezed into in a tiny red bikini. The afternoon of her party her shoulder length golden hair gleamed under a floppy straw hat and the engagement ring gleaming on her finger looked like it would pay off my mortgage. Her bright coloured backless halter topped sun dress displayed acres of tanned bare back and legs made for a man's hand to explore. It also clung to the curves of her breasts making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and treating every guy who was interested to displays of her young firm boobs bouncing unrestrained by bra cups.
Mark was with her. There was a rumour he already earned a nearly six figure salary in his father's business. All that and having a sex bomb like Tiffany to spread her long tanned legs for him: some guys have all the luck, I thought. I guessed that made up for him looking a bit of a wimp.
As the party dragged on my eyes were constantly on Tiffany or her mum, with half my mind on conversation and the other half on what I'd like to do in bed with them. At what I thought was an appropriate time I drifted off to my bedroom in the guest annex. It had been a hot, tedious evening and I decided to take a shower before bed. Soon I was nicely loosened up, all except for a part of me that was getting stiffer and stiffer the more I thought about Tiffany and her mum.
Then just as I was lathering my chest the shower cubicle door slid open and in stepped Tiffany, stark naked!
A moment later she was pressed against me with her arms round my shoulders, her soft breasts squeezed against my chest, my rock hard erection jabbing into her between her belly button and her cunt and her golden hair draped soaked over her shoulders. More by instinct than volition my one hand was instantly round her waist sliding down to her backside then clutching her bottom to pull her harder against me and my other hand slid across her soft wet thigh, between her legs and cupped over her lightly furred sex mound. She gave a gasp of pleasure when my fingers slid between her vagina lips.
She moved back far enough from me for her to take over the job of lathering my body. Her hands moved slowly down my body till she was running her wet soapy hands over my straining hard shaft, over my balls, through my pubic hair and right under me between my legs as I spread them for her exploring hands. While her hands ran over me, my hands ran over her, exploring her boobs, bottom, thighs, cunt, shoulders, hair and everything she had to offer! Her big round firm young breasts were every bit as good as her dress and that bikini had suggested and my hands fondling her pussy and breasts soon got her nipples peaking with arousal like little deep pink corks. As she moved around me my erection strained a notch harder every time my lust swollen knob brushed against her naked body.
I didn't ask her what the hell she was doing there, naked in the shower with a guy old enough to be her father, or where Mark was. All I cared about was that I had this exquisite twenty three year old beauty naked in my hands and hot for sex!
She began to kiss me down my front, flicking her tongue over my nipples while her fingers played lightly with my straining sex kit, and slowly squatting down wide legged in front of me. In anticipation of her kisses reaching my sex kit I spread my legs as far as the cubicle would let me, bracing my feet against the sides, and leaning back to shove my kit forward for her. I also turned the shower off.
On her way down my front her arousal hardened nipples brushed against my belly, then her soft warm wet breasts slid either side of my hard up shaft till she was squeezing my shaft between her breasts with her nipples tickling the tops of my thighs and the pink-purple head of my penis peeping up out of her cleavage, contrasting erotically with the pale flesh of her breasts. She tickled my belly button with the tip of her tongue, then licked me all over my soft sensitive penis head. I guess I grunted at the sudden sex pleasure.
"Was that nice?" she asked, looking up at me with her big grey eyes. Then as if reading my mind she continued. "Mum and dad won't let me and Mark sleep together when we're in their house. He's probably wanking thinking of me."
She gave the tip of my penis a little kiss then looked up at me again.
"I want to do exciting things. But Mark's boring. He just climbs on top of me and shoves his cock up me." She paused and grinned. "I want to suck a man's cock off. Will you teach me how?"
Without waiting for my obvious answer she let my cock loose from between her breasts, then took just the head of my penis between her lips and massaged my knob with her tongue. and at the same time reached between my legs to tickle me between my arse and my balls. I felt as if an explosive burst of pleasure had hit me. She released my cock and looked up at me.
"Did you like that? Did I do that right? Mmmmmm... Your cock's twice as big as Mark's and so stiff! What do I do now?"
I'm always only too pleased to give a young lady marital advice, and I gave her the benefit of being married to a horny wife who'll do most things in bed and who has lots of exciting ideas of her own!
"Lick my cock over its nozzle, and just under its head, where it joins the shaft. And keep on fingering my balls and between my legs really light just with your fingertips."
Tiffany was a quick learner! I guess my grunt and the way I juddered told her that her tongue and fingers had hit just the right place in just the right way. I could have taken any amount of the tip of her tongue tickling that sensitive spot under my knob and her fingertip circling my arse.
"Was that good?"
"Yeah!" I gasped and I wasn't kidding! I carried on instructing her. "Now Tiffany, slide your lips slowly up and down my shaft. Catch the ridge round the base of my penis head with your lips and tongue, and suck on the upstroke. Stroke my shaft up and down with your fingers in time with your lips."
"Like when I give Mark a hand job?"
