Me and my partner are both in our late 30's, and we've been together for what seems like forever. Patricia, is a stunning and slender 6ft tall, with flowing blond locks, perky breasts and the best peachy ass man can set his eyes on.
Living alone, we enjoy a very sensual life together. I'm a few years older, few inches taller and few kgs heavier, but you can regularly find us naked, embracing each other with every opportunity like we'd just started dating. Yes folks, we have an amazing sex life together, and I honestly thought that was the way it would always be.
A few months ago, everything changed. An old colleague called up asking for a favour. Their son was visiting Sydney, and being 'country folks', they were a bit concerned about their son, Dave, being alone in a big city. Never one to say no, and given that we had spare space in our house, I of course obliged.
I had brief recollections of Dave and his other siblings from family pictures that my colleague had regularly show, had on his desk at work, or even worse, as the constant screen saver on his work machine. That wasn't the Dave I picked up from the station on a hot summers Friday afternoon. Dave was now 25. He was no longer an awkward teenager, but instead, had grown into a tall, strong, and awkwardly, rather handsome young man.
"I love your car Mr Kirk. Thanks so much for collecting me sir."
"Dave, if you're going to stay with us for a few weeks, it will need to be Dan. None of this Mr or Sir bullshit."
Dave instantly relaxed and we made our way back to the house where Patricia was whipping up a feast. If I'd been surprised by Dave, then Patricia took it to a whole new level. Her eyes bulged when she saw his tall, and defined body, tightly gripped by jeans and a t-shirt that looked like they could have been painted on.
After showing him to his room, and giving him the option to freshen up before dinner, we quickly gathered in the kitchen for a de-brief.
"You didn't say you were bringing a stud home. Jeez, he'll have half the street ripping his clothes off. Have you had the chat with him about bringing people back? Not sure I'm ready to be woken up to the sound of people fuckin in the spare room!"
We were both in fits of childish laughter when he appeared at the door, naked but for a plush towel around him. Laughter stopped and jaws hit the marble floor as we both just starred at his perfect torso.
"Sorry Mr...I mean Dan. I forgot my deodorant, and I'll get some tomorrow, but wondered if I could borrow some? I'll pay you back."
"Come with me. I'll give you a quick tour"
I showed Dave around, and concluded at the master bedroom. "Come in. It's not scary! Here, take this one" as I handed him a can.
"Don't be long. Dinner is nearly ready."
We ate, chatted, and sipped some wine. I wasn't sure on the protocols of feeding booze to my colleagues son, but we always have a drink, and well...no harm done.
Luckily the wine loosened Dave up, and he got chattier. He talked on finishing his University course and his family wanting him to stay local, but him wanting a job in the city. His visit to Sydney was for final interviews with a big international company and a great potential role. After the second bottle of red, Patricia started the grilling.
"So if there a girlfriend you're leaving behind in the country Dave? How many broken hearts are you leaving behind eh" in her usual cheeky tone.
The calm and collected Dave, suddenly turned red and went shy. He mumbled a few words and then let out his answer.
"I've only had one girlfriend, and that was just for prom and convenience. I find girls from my way quite immature. I suppose I prefer women."
It had been a while since we'd had sex, and I was starting to feel the buzz of the booze and the Friday tingle. Patricia looked so sexy next to me, so I slid my hand up and down her inside leg...nice and slow. When I reached the top, I could feel how wet she was. I was about to slip a finger in, when she jumped up from the table.
"Tea? Coffee? Water anyone?" and rushed off to the kitchen.
