This is another of my early tales from another place - edited and presented for this site.
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Melanie applied lipstick to those full lush lips as my eyes swivelled between her figure hugging gear to her daughter's equally fetching get up. My drooling was interrupted out on the drive by Greg, Melanie's husband who brought me the cash I was waiting for in return for the rock concert tickets I'd dropped round.
"Cheers my man, we'll look forward to that won't we darling?' he said cheerily to his wife who was bending into the back of their Audi Estate sorting some bags.
A muffled yes came from the depths of the car as I ogled the voluptuous rear wiggling at me. Greg sauntered back into the house to take a phone call and I watched Coral their daughter, all lithe, long and black, sulk against the door post. The funny thing was that lately I'd been getting the strangest looks and glances from the girl. Torn between the teenage girl, clad in the shortest pink skirt, from which tapered slim, elegant, legs which were shod in white open toed sandals, from which peeped red painted toes and the rounded, not quite bubble butt of her sexy forty year old mum, I was in a delightful dilemma.
Melanie's shorts were very very short and tight, with no sign of a panty line. She either wasn't wearing anything or she wore a thong and for a few blissful moments, I fantasised on the string that would carve round from a damp hot gusset, through her arse crack picking up all sorts of lovely odours. Melanie's legs were long and shapely too and ended incongruously in walking socks over boots. Her white cropped top and her braless tits, were also not the best ensemble I would have thought you went for long country walks in, but they were members of the local ramblers club, so who was I to disagree. Melanie sweated gently in the intense afternoon heat and wiped a bead of perspiration from her forehead and shunted her fashionable rimless gold specs back up her nose, as I focussed on her incredibly stubby nipples jauntily poking through her top.
"Shit!" exploded Greg from just inside the huge expensive house.
Coral pulled a surprised face and Melanie glowered and chastised his language. The Caribbean company, British based executive finally appeared, looking angry.
"I've got to go via the factory. There's a fuck up and it must be sorted, we're never going to make the walk rendezvous and drop Coral at Charlenes," he grumbled.
Gloom descended on the business tycoon and his glamorous ebony skinned wife as they discussed the situation.
"I'll be off then, see you," I called, thinking I'd outstayed my welcome anyway.
"Mum, dad!" exploded Coral. "I've got a brill idea."
She explained that if I could run her over to Charlene's house, it would save them time and Greg could go to the factory on the way, her mum could wait in the car. I agreed when her parents asked me and left with a grateful slap on the back from Greg and a very hearty kiss and hug from Melanie. It was no bother to me, it wasn't much out of my way and in the meantime I would have eyefuls of the delectable piece of tail for thirty minutes more. I popped my key ring and the top of the black Saab coupe slid quietly down as we walked to it, waving to the slightly happier parents. I gunned the motor and charged up the CD volume to the pulsing sounds of REM.
"Wow! cool," murmured a clearly impressed Coral.
She perched alongside me, kneeling part sideways, her seatbelt fastened correctly, allowing me views of acres of long gleamingly black thighs.
"Boys at Charlene's too?" I asked.
"Nah! She's confined to home with her leg in plaster. Anyway boys only have old stuff, not lovely cars like this," she answered.
"Like it?" I asked as we drove across country on the back roads.
"Cool! Its better than my dads boring old Jag," she told me.
I wouldn't have called the latest X Sports motor boring, but who cares.
"Pulls the girls does it Don?" she giggled throatily.
"Oh I have my moments Coral. Nothing serious you understand," I answered truthfully.
"It would pull me, especially if yo..." her voice tailed off.
She twisted in her seat and I glanced down catching sight of the glimmer of knickers as she adjusted her lissom legs. She caught my glance and stared at me, until I looked back at the road. I wondered where her skirt had gone to as it seemed to have disappeared round her butt and I vowed to smell the fabric as soon as she was out of the car.
"You like my mum don't you?" she hit me.
I stammered and gulped.
"Well yes, of course. She's great. Good fun, lots of laughs, game for anything and er..." my words lumped in mouth, but Coral continued with them.
"Sexy too?" she chuckled.
"Absolutely, goes without saying, of course," I concurred somewhat uneasily.
"Saw you looking at her. You always do. Do you look at other girls that way, I mean younger than mum, she's forty you know," continued Coral on this strange line.
"Yes I do know that. My last girlfriend for instance was forty three, so that's not a problem... if you see what I mean. You know its not a lot when I'm nearly thirty eight," I countered, carefully negotiating a busy junction.
"So what about young girls like me, you like them too?" she persisted.
"Well, yeah I had an eighteen year old date for a few weeks," again truthfully.
