"Who the hell is that," was my first thought when getting a glimpse of one of the cutest and at the same time sexiest girls, I've ever laid my greedy eyes on, while she vanished into the bathroom? I only saw her for some seconds in very dim light but the image of her appearance, a rare breed after all, burned itself deep into my brain.
What was going on here?
It was four o'clock in the morning I had just come home from a friend's birthday party. Agreed I was a bit drunk but not that much to hallucinate. No this girl was very real. I was suddenly stark awake and inside my foggy mind the screws and bolts had finally begun their dutiful job.
A few years ago my mom had left. She had met some never stopped talking, bragging and much younger Latin lover stud and fallen for him. One day my parents seemed the perfect couple, the next she had packed her stuff and was up, up and away. It had been a real shock for the whole family and especially my father who had never expected a thing. After the initial shock he first got angry and after a few weeks he started to miss her so much it was hurting even me to see him fade away.
There is this saying that real love can accept everything and my dad at one point had realized that no matter what she had done and still did, he loved her more than anything. But it didn't help, he begged and cried but she played it cool. Obviously that stud was more desiring for her. When the worst was over I persuaded my dad to sell everything and move in with me. I had my own little suburban house but with 31 still no family to support since I was more working on my career instead on the real valuable things in life. At last he accepted and took the upper floor while I staid on the ground.
Over the next couple of month he began to change. He became less emotional his face often was unmoving like a rock he kept silent and when I talked with him he just answered that he was alright and that he doesn't care about "her" anymore. He started to go out alone, something he had never done in his whole life and one day he had brought another woman into my house. I met her at breakfast she was slightly younger than him, in her late fifties and obviously married as the ring on her finger showed. She was not in the slightest way shy around me and I hated her from the moment I saw her.
Luckily it turned out to be a short term fling. From then on my dad brought other women into his bed quite frequently, most looked cheap and were rather aged and some younger ones looked like outworn whores. Also my dad started to rent out porn DVDs and as I soon noticed loved the ones with older men doing much younger girls the best. To my own surprise I had to admit that they turned me on a lot, too.
About two years ago my dad suddenly stopped bringing females home instead he stayed out for the whole night and sometimes even vanished for some days. When I asked he just smiled sheepishly and was murmuring something about "fresh pussy".
I was worried often since I had the feeling that he may do something foolish. Now, just a few weeks ago he came up to me and told me that he had to declare something important. He had found new love but no matter how strong I pushed he wouldn't tell me anything about that matter for the time being. He just brushed off all my questions and sniggered: "You'll see ..."
"Fresh pussy," did he really date such young women as the one I'd just seen? Okay he sort of had turned into a dirty old bastard who only cared of whom to lay next. But this girl seemed out of bounds. I had gotten a perfect, though short view, at her backside, long and straight black hair, bronze coloured skin, a fantastical curved figure with small waist, a wonderfully shaped ass and slender thighs. I had even been able to see the sides of her certainly impressive globes since they jutted out prominently on her flanks.
She couldn't have been much older than 20, probably 25. And why the hell was she using my downstairs bathroom anyways? The artificial anger actually was meant to tame my very excited rising little man. In fact I was rather happy that she was using my bathroom. I stood there frozen for a very long time not able to act and before my mind had settled down the door opened again and for some seconds I could only see her outline bathed in the lavatories neon light before she shut it off. For the first time this wondrous creature became aware of me. We faced each other speechless for only a second that seemed to last forever.
I drank in the sight of her perfect body. She had a soft almost a bit round face, slant eyes, full lips and a tiny round nose, she no doubt was Asian but I couldn't at all tell from which region, my eyes wandered lower over her indeed marvellous huge, for such a tiny frame, very round melons, neither too small nor too big aureoles with erect pointing nipples, lower down a well trained flat belly containing a small golden ring at her button and finally looked directly at an absolutely bald shaved cunt with long prodding and completely wet glistening labia's between her slim legs. I was gaping openly absolutely flabbergasted. She didn't do anything at all to hide her precious assets but finally smiled.
"Good morning," and than she walked straight across the spot I had been standing for the last couple of minutes and emerged up the stairs. I stared after her seeing her beautiful ass wiggle out of sight and a few seconds later heard the door to my father's bedroom shut close.
Hell, she must be a whore, were my next thoughts: No way, my dad is humping this girl for free! I've never ever been desperate enough to even consider hooking up with a whore but the whole rest of the night I just had to think about her. In the end, before falling into a disturbed slumber, I had made up my mind my dad just HAD to give me her contact information. I wanted her badly the more when I kept waking up hearing her hushed yet rather noisy cries of pure pleasure once in while. How often were they going to do it?
When I after all woke up about noon I had an aching erection. Even a cold shower didn't help but I was not in the mood to relief myself, I needed some real pussy. I was preparing some lunch when my horny old man marched stiffly into the kitchen. He winked at me and sat down at the table. I continued my work ignoring him for some time until he, all of a sudden spoke up: "You've met the Japanese cutie I've been dating for the last couple of weeks finally, I presume".
I froze.
"She told me you had a good look at her last night."