While the rest of the city may be consumed by Game 6 of the NBA Championship, this evening Laura and I have made other plans. We are sending the guys off to Footprint Center Arena to watch the game on the big screen monitors with 16,000 local fans so that we can have some time alone at our villa. Ross, Bruce, and hubby have abandoned the hottest MILF/GILF combination around to watch pro basketball, paying $10 each, plus concessions. They are great guys, but you really have to wonder about their priorities?
Since the guys decided to ride the Light Rail, Ross dropped off Laura and picked up Hubby. As I kissed him good-bye, I saw Laura walk up to the front door in what could be described as a sack-dress. The outfit was completely unflattering for her fabulous figure, which left me surprised and confused. Once inside, she hugged me and stepped backwards saying, "How do I look?" I was initially at loss for words, hesitating at first, then stuttering until she removed the baggy dress and asked once again, "Now how do I look??"
"Oh my god girlfriend, you are super-hot!!!", I exclaimed. As Laura was displaying her white micro-bikini, I requested she turn a one-eighty spin, which in turn revealed her beautiful, bare derrière. The swimsuit back was exceptionally flattering, consisting of merely three strings.
Turning toward me and smiling, she said, "Don't stand there staring...get your bikini on. Let's go for a swim and forget about the damned game. I want you alone to talk about my dad."
Having never confided in Laura about my sexual encounter with her dad, I became a bit uneasy with the conversation, yet inquired, "Your dad? What would we be discussing about him?"
"Oh...maybe how he enjoyed you as dessert...after our family wedding dinner. Don't worry...I am not mad, just disappointed you two tried to keep it secret." Then she continued, "My dad is super special to me...so I am protective of him...but I have a proposal for you. Now put on a sexy suit while I get us some wine."
I made a quick exit to the master bedroom. Quickly stripping, I put on my bright yellow crochet bikini and matching high heel sandals. I grabbed my pool bag and met Laura in the kitchen. She had two bottles of wine and when I got some glasses, she said, "Forget about those...we are drinking directly from the bottles. We are sharing EVERYTHING tonight!!"
I didn't think she should be walking to pool barefooted, so I gave her a pair of white "come fuck me" heels. Holding on to my hand for support, she slipped the shoes on. Still holding my arm, she pulled me forward and planted a kiss on my lips. OMG...her lip gloss tasted so sweet.
As I followed Laura to the pool, I realized that she was nearly naked. Her ass was delicious...wonderfully round and firm, and it swayed provocatively with each step. Her legs had a nice muscular definition, unlike mine, which were turning flatter with age. I was jealous as mine was starting to go flatter with aging. I unlocked the gate and we made our way to the patio table. It was now in the shade and comfortable...as much as a temperature of nearly 100 could be. We removed our shoes and walked to the pool steps each carrying a bottle of wine. As we sat down on the middle step, the water felt fine...not cool but not bathwater either.
Luckily, the wine Laura had chosen was easily opened since the bottle had a screw top. As we drank and chatted...we both became a bit tipsy and giggly. We decided to take a swim and cool down. Laura did a few laps as I floated and viewed a beautiful sunset sky. I swam back to the stairs and shortly afterwards Laura joined me. When she sat back, I immediately noticed that her small triangles of fabric that made up her bikini top were totally transparent. She has glamorous torpedo tits with pink puffy nipples. Her nipples were hard and inviting. My own nipples grew harder and I sensed an itch developing in my pussy.
Laura noticed that my gumdrop nipples were poking through my crochet top and reached out and twisted a nipple. I moaned as she leaned into my face and kissed me. I reciprocated and my tongue darted into her mouth. I reached for her tit and moved the triangle of fabric to the side and pinched her puffy nipple. She slightly bit down on my tongue and I felt her hand on my thigh. She slid up and under my thong. Her finger found my tiny love button and stroked it. I scooted to the edge of the step and allowed her to remove my thong. She inserted a finger into my married bald pussy as her thumb continued assaulting my clit. I removed my top and reclined into Laura's lap. She bent down and sucked my nipple while continuing to stimulate my clit. I was close to climaxing and my hand went to my anus and I inserted a finger...then two. Shortly afterwards I began to cum. I had one leg bent on the top step and the other on the lower step. I was spread and enjoying it. Shortly after cumming, the street lights and pool light came on.
Looking up at Laura I noticed she was smiling...nearly laughing. I asked her, "What is so laughable?"
She remarked, "While you were cumming, a neighbor's car had passed and pulled into the nearest garage to the pool area".
She was surprised when I told her, "Don't worry...he is gay." Still it was exciting that we may have been caught being 'naughty'.
I removed Laura's top and bottom and we waded into the deeper water with the remaining wine. The light shimmered on the top of the pool and the pool light provided a sexy outline of our naked bodies. We drank and hugged and kissed, Laura was clearly tipsy and slightly slurring her words. But she was clearly not drunk when she shared this question, "Was my dad a good fuck?" Before I could answer, she said, "Probably a nice romantic and caring lover. The glow that radiated from my mom...told me he was wonderful on all levels. I know it's wrong, but as a teenager...I would masturbate thinking about him making passionate love with me." Then she started to cry.
I hugged her...unsure what to say...but she started talking again. "Dad deserves better than my mom being in a memory care facility. He visits her every Friday night for their 'date night'. She doesn't even know who he is. It's so sad...I know it's depressing for him. After being with you, Lily...I saw a little spark of hope."
After a brief interlude in the conversation, I remarked, "I am glad that he enjoyed our encounter, but he never pursued it any further when I invited him to join me the next night after the wedding reception."