Dave sat in his car and thought. Where could he go to get laid. He had just witnessed his wife getting royally screwed by two of his mates and now he wanted his turn. He thought about going to a club but there was no guarantee of success and he might get even more frustrated. Then, suddenly, it came to him. If his friend Sam was with Daves wife then Sams wife had to be at home. She couldn't have gone out because they had two young children.
Sams wife, Safia, was, like Sam, from a Pakistani family. She was about 5ft 2ins with an average figure. Dave had no idea what her body was really like because she usually wore loose fitting traditional clothes. However, he had a feeling that it would be small and firm – unlike his cock which at that moment was large and firm! Safia had coffee coloured skin and very long dark hair, which she usually wore tied back. Dave imagined that hair loose and trailing across his lap as she gave him a blow job. He decided that it had to be worth a try so he set off for Sams house.
Safia opened the door to him and looked surprised. "Saleems not here" she said. "I thought he was out with you".Safia always called Sam by his real name, Saleem.
"No" replied Dave. "I was late and I missed him. I was just hoping that I might catch him before he left. Do you mind if I use your phone? The battery on my mobile has died".
"Of course – come in" said Safia.
The phone was in the living room so they went through. Dave started to dial a number. It was actually the speaking clock, but he was only going to have an imaginary conversation.
"Would you like something to drink" asked Safia.
Dave knew that they didn't keep alcohol in the house so he asked for tea. That would keep her in the kitchen for a while whilst he pretended to phone round looking for Sam.
Safia came back with the tea. "Any luck" she asked.
"No, I don't know where he's gone. I'll just drink my tea and go home".
Dave was sat on the sofa. Safia sat opposite him and Dave studied her. Her hair was tied back as usual and she wore cream traditional trousers with a matching top. It was quite silky and sheer and Dave could make out her bra underneath. It was a rather unflattering garment, functional rather than attractive. This wasn't looking good – Dave hated unsexy underwear. Just then the door opened and a young Pakistani girl entered. She looked a lot like Safia, but younger. He knew Safia was only 19 so he guessed that this girl was about 16.
"This is my sister, Sabine" said Safia.
"Pleased to meet you" said Dave.
Sabine was wearing similar clothes to Safia, but all in black. The top was quite tight. Dave couldn't see her underwear through the black top but he couldn't help noticing her nipples! They were erect and straining at the thin material.
Safia also noticed this. "She looks pleased to see you" she joked.
This caught Dave off guard. He'd never heard Safia make any kind of sexual comment before. He couldn't think of anything appropriate to say so he just smiled.
Safia stood up. "I'm just going to check on the children".
Dave made small talk with Sabine for a while, but he couldn't take his eyes off her nipples, which were still standing proud. Sabine was shorter than her sister, maybe not even 5ft. She was also much slimmer. With her young looks she appeared almost childlike. Dave started to feel like a pervert but it didn't stop his cock getting harder.
"So, are you still at school?" he asked.
"Only for a couple more months. I'm eighteen now" she replied. Dave started to come to terms with his lust – at least she was old enough.
Safia came back into the room and Dave noticed something was different straight away. The top and trousers were the same but the sensible bra was gone. In its place was a very sheer lacy affair. Daves cock got even harder. Now why would a girl go and change her underwear? Only if she thought someone was going to see it! She had also untied her hair. Like Sabines it now hung loose, almost reaching her waist. Dave struggled to find something to say.
"Sabines just been telling me that she's 18 now" said Dave, rather feebly.
"Yes" replied Safia. "18 and never been kissed!"
"Safia – do you mind. I'll have you know I've been kissed, and more, plenty of times" said Sabine hotly.