The first time I met my future father in law, David, something clicked between us. His eyes flicked over me from head to toe as most men's did, for although I wasn't a classic model beauty or particularly well endowed I seemed to radiate something that attracted their attention. Most times I felt totally unclean after one of those inspections, undressed and somehow violated, but with him it was different. I actually found myself enjoying his frank inspection, even puffing out a little more as his eyes seemed to linger a little on my high, firm breasts loosely encased in a thin T shirt.
I hadn't bothered with a bra that day , as I hadn't expected to go visiting. However, it wasn't only the physical attraction, he had a keen wit and a delightful timber to his voice that seemed to warm me right though. Never short of a word or a response myself, we were soon engaged in a light verbal joust, and he seemed to enjoy that enormously. Maybe all Peter's previous girlfriends had been a little on the slow side, because I heard him say to Peter when he thought I was out of hearing range "Well, at least you've picked someone with a brain this time, well done".
We met a few times after that, as the relationship between Peter and I deepened and became an engagement, and our verbal jousting continued, often taking on a rather flirty, almost naughty feel that we both seemed to enjoy. By this time we were on first name terms and totally comfortable in each other's presence even when Peter wasn't around. It was at these times that David's conversation would get a little more flirty and saucy, occasionally making me blush, but always making me feel more like a sophisticated woman than a struggling teenager. He would also occasionally hold me just a little longer than necessary when we hugged, and once or twice his hand, almost as if by accident, would come to rest on my tight ass cheeks and then gently stroke them. I was always amazed at the instant physical and sexual reaction I got from that... my nipples would explode into life, a fact I'm sure he was aware of since they almost bored through his chest.. and my pussy would get incredibly wet. It was at these times that I would blush and hurriedly disentangle myself.. much to his mild amusement!
At age 19 I agreed to marry Peter, who was by then in his mid 20's and well established in his job. It was a simple, but delightful wedding ceremony, and much to my delight both families seemed to get on like a house on fire. But the part I remembered most vividly was the dance I had with my new father in law at the reception. He'd waited almost until the very end to claim his dance with the bride, and I'm sure most people were a little the worse for wear from all the champagne and beer and other drinks that had been consumed copiously... certainly Peter was, in fact he could barely rise from his chair when David came over and asked permission to dance with me. David held me most properly as we wove around the small dance floor, one hand in mine and the other just resting at the small of my back, I even giggled at the rather old fashioned image it must have presented, and I think he realized why I was giggling, because he pulled away slightly and grinned down at me and said, "You realize, of course, that this style of dancing was invented when ladies wore so many layers of petticoats that a man couldn't get closer than a couple of feet to her?"
I giggled, "Oh, do you think I should go and put some more Petticoats on to keep you at a distance?" I asked teasingly.
He threw back his head and laughed, causing a few people to look at us, then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Well you could do that if you want to look all frumpy, or we could just dance differently" he said, "Do you want to look frumpy... not that I ever think you could" he added.
I blushed at his compliment, "No" I managed to whisper back.
"Good" he said, "Then we'll just dance differently," and with that he let go of my hand and slid it around my waist and drew me close to him. My own hands automatically lifted around his neck, and my head went onto his shoulders, and we danced that way, pressed close together. When the music stopped and I lifted my head, I found we were at the edge of the dance floor, a little behind the band, almost hidden form the other dancers. I looked up at David and he was smiling softly at me, "I hope you don't mind if I pinch another dance before you leave" he asked.
I glanced around and laughed softly, "Well, I can't see anyone else claiming the next dance" I said.
He smiled, then brought his right hand around and tilted my chin upwards, "I have to say this, Monica, I've never seen a more beautiful and radiant bride, in fact.... And he paused and took a deep breath... I've never seen a more beautiful and sensual woman" he said, and before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips lightly to mine. Taken totally by surprise I simply froze, expecting any second for the kiss to end, but it didn't... his lips seemed to melt into mine, and before I'd even realized it. , my own lips were responding. The music started again, and our bodies moved with it, but our lips remained locked together. His tongue slid forward and my lips parted to welcome it, my own met it and danced with it to the music. I heard a soft moan, and knew it was me, as his hands moved slowly and sensually from the base of my back down onto my buttocks, and he pressed me into his hardness.
I think it was the sudden realization that he was hard that brought me out of the spell, and I pulled back gasping. Immediately I could see the look of contrition sweep over his face, and heard his mumbled apology, and I think we were both a little relieved when Peter staggered over and announced that it was time to leave for the honeymoon. But even in the limousine on our way to the airport for our overseas honeymoon, all I could feel were David's lips on mine, his hands stroking me, and I shivered with secret delight.
The Honeymoon was a month cruising around the Caribbean Islands, and was as exotic and fun filled as you would have expected. Lots of swimming and snorkeling, sunbathing and relaxing, dancing and eating, and, of course, plenty of drinks for those who wanted them... and Peter showed quickly that he had an unexpected appetite for the alcohol. While we were courting and seeing each other mainly for parties and the like he had always been careful about his drinking, after all, most times he had to drive home afterwards, but being with him 24 hours a day, quickly showed a different side to him. The wedding reception wasn't an isolated incident, every couple of nights he would take on so much drink that he'd have to be helped back to our cabin by me and sometimes one of the cabin personnel, where he'd flop onto the bed and fall asleep without even undressing, not to emerge until well into the morning. This annoyed me initially, but I soon became used to it and used my time alone to go sightseeing and sunbathing during those morning periods. There were even a couple of occasions when other men on the cruise tried to pick me up, but I managed to avoid them with a smile, telling them I was flattered... but very definitely married.
So, when we returned from our honeymoon, I was beautifully tanned, looked quite radiant.. so everyone said... and was ready to settle into married life. The only downside had been that the sex I'd enjoyed with Peter had been in shorter supply than I would have liked over the month. When it happened, it was fantastic, and I discovered that I really did love sex! but when it didn't, well. I got a little pouty at times, but I guess that's only natural.
Of course every one wanted to hear about the trip and see the pictures, so we organized a party for the following Saturday night. Nothing particularly grand, just some friends and family, a few drinks and a little music for dancing. The day of the party was gloriously warm, so I chose to wear a tight pair of denim shorts and a loose half top with no bra underneath. The early part of the evening was spent recounting our adventures and showing around the pictures, and on a number of occasions I felt Peter's dad's eyes on me. When ever I looked over at him, he just smiled his warm smile, but didn't approach me directly. Even when the music started hot and heavy, and the dancing started, he kept his distance, and I felt a strange pang of disappointment.
Eventually I got a little tired of the noise and the dancing, and taking a soft drink from the fridge, wandered out onto the back patio. It was a beautiful balmy night and I stood gazing out over the pool, hearing the noisy laughter from inside, hearing Peter's loud laughter, knowing that he was once again imbibing pretty freely. I sighed and sipped my drink. I guess the noise of laughter had hidden the sound of the back door opening and closing, because I didn't realize someone had joined me outside until a pair of hands folded lightly over my eyes. "Guess who" the deep voice said.
I laughed, "David" I said, "I thought you weren't speaking to me tonight or something"
"Aw, you guessed too easily" he chuckled, letting his hands fall from my eyes. As they dropped away, they somehow managed to brush down the front of my breasts, sending a quick shiver through me. "You're looking absolutely stunning again tonight, Monica" he said, "And in some of those holiday pictures, well... WOW, would be an understatement"
I flushed with pleasure at his words, and chuckled, "Honeymoon pictures, you mean" I said.
He chuckled too, "Oh yes, of course, I almost forgot, well you looked fabulous in them, especially in that incredible blue bikini" he added.
"Oh" I said, teasingly, "Why that one in particular?"
