All characters are over 18 years of age.
"I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex friend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said, "How'd you like to waste some time?"
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind"
"It's Nicole, and stop being an asshole to me, Mr. Tate." Nikki wasn't a very big fan of my singing.
"Oh, I know your name."
Boy did I know. For the past 6 or 7 years I had watched Nicole grow into a beautiful young woman. Quiet and reserved when she was young. More outgoing and boisterous when she reached 18, but as she matured, the temptress mellowed into what I can only describe as somewhat submissive.
She had gone from being the leader of her and my daughter's cliché to the one that sat back and agreed with whatever anyone suggested or asked of her. In some strange way, it was very sexy to me.
Macy, my daughter, claimed that Nicole's quietness was due to some daddy issues that stemmed from her parent's bad break-up. I hoped that that wasn't the case, because whenever we had a large gathering of people at our home, her age or mine, Nicole was always a stone's throw away from me.
Nicole had become a part of our family. Her unexpected arrivals were not an uncommon occurrence. She had spent far too many nights in our home than I cared to count. She was clean, considerate and usually very pleasant to be around, so she was always welcome. Her dropping by became such a regular thing that it happened whenever she chose, even if Macy or my wife weren't home. And that's when things started to go south.
My wife and I both work hard. We have always worked. Not only does it pay the bills, it affords us some extra luxuries. One of those being our home. We live in a nice enough neighborhood with a very big lot. Country in the city my wife says. In our yard we have a very secluded patio and pool set-up. It keeps us private from prying eyes and it is private enough that we don't bother the neighbors.
Our pool is large and heated, so we get a good 6 months out of it before we close it down for the winter, so it is the norm for one of us to be in it for a swim. Nicole being a part of the family, uses it at her free will. Even when everyone in the Tate family was at work. And like I said early, that's where trouble started.
It was a warm day in mid-June. Both Macy and Ann had left for work and I headed over to the dealership for some non-routine service on my vehicle. They had told me that it would probably take the better part of a day, maybe a day and a half to get the parts and make the repairs, so I made the call and chose to work from home for a couple of days.
The shuttle dropped me off at the door and I went directly to work. A Skype meeting or 3 later, I was caught up in the full barrage of paperwork and calls. I could hear the outside noises of someone splashing and diving in the pool, but I didn't pay that much attention to it. At one point, I heard the French doors of the patio open and the flushing of a toilet, followed by the fridge door closing. Nicole was very comfortable making herself at home.
My stomach growled sometime around 1:30pm and I called for a break in the action. Maybe grab some of last nights leftover lasagna and a cool beer. Time to fill the void.
I figured that while I was on break, I would go outside and talk with Nicole while I eat my snack. It was the normal thing to do. I had watched her walking around in far less than a bikini, so I didn't think that it would be a big deal. I was wrong.
Nicole's reddish hair was moving from side to side on the yellow cushioned lounger. I had always loved Nicole's hair and the way she swooped it over her head from one side to the other in a messy, sexy toss or when she would randomly through it up in a loose bun, like she had no worries about how it looked.
I tried to get her attention, but there was no response. Maybe her music was too loud. It wasn't until I got closer that I saw why. Her ears were plugged with a pair of Airbuds and her focus was on her Ipad.
Pornography in my opinion is fine. I mean I have watched and read it for many years, but I found it hard to believe that a sexy 19-year old, girl was interested in it. Yeah, I know, what a double standard that is. Unfair I suppose.
But the thing that surprised me the most was why her head was moving. It wasn't to the beat of some unheard song. It was because of where her hand was.
A small green piece of cloth hung off of Nicole's left leg and her other leg was spread wide open, giving her hand, full access to her pussy. I should have turned and ran, but I didn't. Instead, I watched as her long fingers mauled at her wetness.
It may have been my imagination, or it may have been real, but I could swear that I heard squishy wet, watery noises as Nicole's fingers plunged and rubbed at her hole. Her fingers worked her lips and clit like she was playing an instrument in a band. The fine reddish-brown hair that adorned the top of her mound was wet and matted.
There was no way for me to tell how long she had been at it, but when her free leg started an involuntary kicking motion, I knew that she was close. Now would have been the best chance for me to escape unnoticed, but when Nicole set down the Ipad and put her hand inside her top to cup her tit and squeeze her hardened nipple, I knew that I wanted to get closer. The closer that I got, the more in tune to what she was doing I was. I could hear the noises coming from her pussy. The noises coming from the sharp breaths that she was taking, and I swear to god that I could smell her. The smell of the sweet floral nectar that was oozing from her overworked pussy.
Nicole's climax hit. She tensed up and her whole body did a shiver and shake. When she finally came down from that cloud, I watched in amazement as she put her dripping fingers to her lips. It was at that very moment that I knew I had to have her. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday.
With the Airpods still in tight and her lovemaking tools being rinsed by her tongue, I tried to make my getaway.
"Oh my god. Mr. Tate." She had yanked her towel over her body and was looking right at me. "How...how long were you standing there?"
"Nicole. Sorry, no. I didn't know that you were out here. And when I saw that you were sunbathing in the nude...naked...getting some sun. I turned around. Right away. I...I didn't see anything."
"Then why are you har...?" She was looking directly at my crotch. The fucking thing had a mind of its own, and it never failed to show interest, and today was the worst time for it to act up.
"I...well...I was walking out here...and must have been..."
"Oh my god. Did you see me masturbating?"
"Yes." Fuck it. There was no way around it. It was perfectly normal and who was I to judge. I mean, if I could have gotten away from her, I would have been doing it at that moment. "But not for long."
"Oh my god."
"Nicole don't be embarrassed. It's a very normal thing. Honestly, there is no harm in it at all. No one will ever hear about it from me."
"But you saw me naked."
"Not really. You had your top on and your hand was covering your...your...down below."
"Please, please don't tell Mrs. Tate and Macy."
"Never. No way. You have my word." And she did. No matter what. I would come out on the losing end if that story ever leaked out.
Our paths didn't cross for at least a week. And when they finally did, it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought that it would be. In fact, it was pretty much normal.
Macy had planned a week away at the end of June, to visit her aunt, so Nicole came over for dinner the night before. Ann made Chicken Caesar salads and I poured lots of wine. The girls laughed and talked long after the food had been put away.
When the time came, I kissed both Macy and Nicole on the tops of their heads as I bid them good night.
"I'll see you in a week Princess. Behave yourself."
"Oh, you'll probably see me before then Mr. T. It's supposed to be hot the next few days, so I'll be hanging out by the pool."
"Figured as much Nic, but I meant Macy. Night girls." I let my hand drag across her shoulders, gently pulling her hair as my finger wove through it.
The days got longer and longer, until I couldn't take it anymore. It was Thursday. Nicole knew that Ann had her book club meeting every Thursday. Dinner, wine and reading. She never came home before 10:00pm. If she was going to give a repeat performance, today would be the best day for it.
"Bill, I'm out of here of the day. I left the Murphy file at my house, so if anyone needs me, redirect them to my cell."
"Sure thing Mr. Tate. Sorry, Mr. Rob...Rob."
Bill wasn't the best assistant that I'd ever had, but he was loyal.
Staying at the office was the smart thing to do. It was the safest bet, but sometimes you have to bet on the long shot.
This long shot paid off.
Nicole was sunning in the backyard. Her chair was pulled into a different position. She was facing the house. There would be no way that she could miss me if I came outside.
Stunning. She was absolutely stunning. Her hair was pull back and away from her face. It was held back by a black headband. On her wrist was an Apple watch, and on her ankle, a gold chain glimmered in the light. Those were the only things on her body.
A ball of white lay on the chair beside her. Her swimsuit, no doubt. It was near the blue and white striped towel she had taken from our supplies. The temp outside was hovering around 83 degrees. Hot enough for a cold drink.
Speed was my best friend. I raced up to change, then grabbed 2 glasses and a bottle of chilled Whispering Angel Rose. I opened the door to see if she would scramble. She didn't.
"Hey Mr. T., home early?"
"Hey beautiful. Yeah, quiet day. Thought I'd grab some sun. Wine?" I asked, showing her the chilled bottle in my hand.
"Please. You okay with me being here?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
I poured both glasses and handed her one.
"Uncomfortable, not a chance. Actually, I enjoy the view."
"That's a shame, because it's time for me to turn over."
"Well, Nic, I enjoy that view as well."
