I got dressed for my appointment with Cindy's parents. Her parents were very conservative and religious and didn't take kindly to me as I didn't come from their scene, they would have much preferred Cindy to date Jimmy from the their church.
Cindy was a girl I knew from work. We had been on 2 dates and the furthest we had gone was a quick peck on the lips after the 2nd date.
I put on the white shirt, blue chinos and brown shoes and checked myself in the mirror.
Satisfied with the result I made my way out of the bedroom and walked downstairs, Mum and Dad were sitting in the lounge and Mum said "Doesn't he look smart, Phil," she said to my Dad who looked up and grunted.
"Ignore him Simon," said Mum and kissed me on the cheek.
"Charm her Mum, she wears the trousers in that house," she said before passing me the car keys and adding "Good luck."
I'm Simon Jones, 21 years old and worked at a bank head office, Cindy worked in the same department as me and we had hit it off, we started as friends until I managed to pluck up enough courage to ask her on a date. Her mum also worked there but in a different department.
Cindy is 20 years old, Blonde hair, very pretty with a young tight body, 5ft 8 inches tall with long legs, I had never seen them because she always wore trousers, her breasts looked more than a handful but again unconfirmed as she always wore baggy blouses at work. On our dates she had worn similar outfits and not allowed any touching apart from holding hands.
Her parents had asked to meet me to ascertain my intentions to their daughter and whether I was boyfriend material.
I knocked on their front door and it was opened by a lady who looked like Cindy except 25 years older. "Cilla," I said, "What the hell is this?"
Mrs Cilla Andrews was wearing a black silk blouse over a pair of tan coloured slacks, the top 2 buttons of the blouse were undone to reveal some skin but no cleavage.
She looked me up and down and took in my 6ft frame, dark hair and boyish grin before saying "Simon, please come in and take a seat in the lounge."
She shut the door behind me and put the chain on.
I walked into the lounge and sat in the sofa before realising we were alone.
"Where are Cindy and your husband?" I asked
"Simon, I knew it was you from the description Cindy gave, I couldn't believe the man I had sex with at that hen do was dating my daughter." she said ignoring my question.
"I only started seeing Cindy because she reminded me of you, I didn't know she was your daughter," I replied honestly.
"I keep thinking about that night," she replied.
"It was the best sex ever," she continued.
"Now what?" I asked.
"You stop seeing my daughter and you screw me," she replied.
"Cilla, you made it plain the morning after that it was a one night stand, You wouldn't swap numbers and left immediately after we fucked in the morning," I said.
"Good point, well made but crudely put." she said before adding "I thought you would never want to see me again, that night was the first time in years I had let my hair down, it was my sister's hen party, and I was drunk, I fancied you, saw you fancied me and I let my guard down," she replied sitting next to me on the sofa.
"As I remember, you let your guard down three times that night and once in the morning," I said.
"I vividly remember, and regretted leaving you the way I did as I was driving home from the hotel, I turned around and headed back but you had already left," she replied.
"Where are your husband and Cindy?" I asked for a 2nd time.
"I sent them out for the evening, I told them I wanted to vet you myself. Have you noticed what I'm wearing?" she then asked.
"Yes, it is the same outfit you had on that night," I replied.
"Well for some of it," I added.
"Didn't your sister wonder where you had gone?" I asked.
"I told her that night I had a headache and had gone to my room, the next day I told her that I had left early in the morning," she replied before adding "I didn't want her to know that I had spent the night sharing a bed with a younger man in his hotel room."
"So let me get this right, you want me to dump your daughter so you can have extra marital sex with me? I asked.
"Yes, she had vowed not to lose her virginity until her wedding day, I don't think it's fair for you to wait that long, Jimmy from the church will wait for her as he had made the same promise, " she replied placing her hand on my leg.
"Did you tell anyone about our night together?" she asked.
"No, a gentleman never tells," I replied.
"How do I know that you are not just saying this to stop me seeing Cindy and will then not follow up?" I asked.
"Because I want you to take me to my bed and have sex with me here and now," she replied in a matter of fact way.
"I don't know what to say," I replied as she started to stroke my thigh.
"What do I have to do to convince you?" she asked.
"You are playing games," I said.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run out on you, but it was the first and only time I had ever done anything like that and I was scared." she replied.
She sat there and started to cry, I put an arm around her and said "Don't cry, it all just seems a bit surreal to me."
She snuffled into my shoulder and left her hand on my thigh as I gently stroked my hand up and down her arm. The silky feel of her blouse brought back memories of our first time where we didn't wait to get fully undressed, we were both drunk and horny and were so desperate to have sex that we only removed our trousers and undies before we had screwed on the floor of my hotel room.
I got hard as I smelt her perfume and the memory of the cross on the chain around her neck swinging wildly as she rode me naked on the bed later that evening before we had a third round with me on top slowly screwing her, her legs wrapped around my waist before I took her with her knees by her ears and her pleading to god to forgive her the wonderful sensations she was feeling.
I kissed the top of her head as I hugged her, she turned her head and looked me in the eye before leaning in to kiss me. "Kiss me please," she said softly as her lips met mine.
Her hand stayed on my thigh as her other arm came up and gently stroked my cheek as she kissed me, I tried not to respond but the smell of her perfume and the gentleness of her touch and the kiss soon had me kissing her back and wrapping both arms around her and pulling her to me.
The kiss was now more passionate and heated, hands were wandering over bodies and buttons were being undone and before I knew it I was being led upstairs to the bedroom she shared with her husband.