The sun was strong. Its heat spread like a silken sheet covering me completely. I could feel beads of sweat gathering in the valley of my breasts. My whole body felt completely relaxed and surprisingly energetic. My thoughts presently focused primarily on my friend's dad, the infamous Mr. Black. At night I would rub myself, running my hands all over my breasts and over my sex, imagining and wishing that it was Mr. Black that was petting me, exploring my body as if I were his lover. I could feel my nipples hardening just at the thought of my latest fantasy. My bikini bottom began to dampen, and I begged God that it wouldn't show through. It was at times like this, when he was so near me that I wished that I wasn't twenty years his junior. I wished I was the woman he spent his nights with. The woman he married, and the woman he loved.
I had been friends with Anne ever since primary school, and I loved to come to her house and sleep over. Anne was a great friend, but it wasn't Anne's friendship that kept me coming back for more. It was her dad. I tried several times to get his attention but failed miserably. He had only eyes for Mrs. Black. I did not understand what he saw in her. I had always thought her plain and quite stupid for him. That was until the night I saw what Mr. and Mrs. Black did in the privacy of their own bedroom.
I had been following Mr. Black that night, secretly admiring him from afar. I had been sleeping over Anne's house me and two of our friends. Sometime during the evening i got up to go to the toilet. Next to the toilet was Mr. Black's study room. I had always been curios about what his private domain looked like. I went into his bedroom to see what kind of stuff he had. It wasn't allowed, and I had no permission to enter his sanctuary yet I couldn't help it. Surprisingly the room was immaculate. It was very strange to see that Mr. Black was extremely organized when I taught he was quite relaxed and a messy character. Suddenly heard the door knob turn, I ran to the closet hiding myself within his clothing. His clothing smelt wonderful; it was a mixture of perfume, sweat and cigars, that masculine scent that made me automatically horny. He entered the room and stopping in the middle. He looked around checking to see if everything was in order. Suddenly Mrs. Black walked in.
"Where have you been darling? I've been looking all over for you," Mr. Black said, and at the mention of the word darling, my heart sank.
The next thing he did surprised me immensely. He reached out and grabbed her breasts. I could see her nipples getting erect. They stood proudly out of her white singlet. At this point I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. You could see her dark nipples entirely.
Mr. Black continued to massage her breasts, and she returned the favor by massaging his erect penis. I could see that he was fully aroused. His shorts outlined his erection, and I could see that he was quite large. Mrs. Black then got down on her knees.
"Do you want your cock in my mouth, darling? I know you love the way I suck you."
I could not believe that these words were coming out of boring Mrs. Jame's mouth. She sounded like such a slut. I had no idea. I had always imagined that she would have sex with him in the dark and fully clothed. Yet here she was, her big breasts pouring out of her singlet, one nipple was peeking out.
