The solid black Mustang convertible in the driveway caught my eye before anything else. "This is the place," I thought. I've seen the car hundreds of times when it picked up Sharon, one of Tammy's many friends. Most of the time, Sharon's Mom, Jenn, did the driving, but I never got a good look at her. From what I could see she had long brown hair framing a very attractive face about 49 years old. With Linda, my wife of nine years, always near by all I ever managed was the occasional wave.
Sharon's Dad was completely different, overweight and balding with a pair of wire rim trifocals perched on a bulbous nose. From what Sharon had mentioned through out the summer he never smiled and had a lot of health problems, not to mention never being home much due to work.
Sharon was 19, trim, sexy, very honest and open. Occasionally I would get ht impression she was flirting with me and if it wasn't for her age I might have responded in kind. Tammy had even mentioned to Linda that Sharon would like to have a three way with me and Jenn anytime. It crossed my mind a lot during some rather happy daydreams, but she was too young.
Even as I got out of the car and walked to the solid oak door, remembering some of the more erotic dreams, I could feel the stiffness in my khaki shorts. I stopped in front of the door and closed my eyes, trying to think of anything that would ease my erection before ringing the bell. My duty here was not to have sex, but to pick up Tammy from a party that was still in progress in the back pool.
As I stood there with my eyes closed, breathing softly, the door opened and an angelic voice said, "Hi Nate, the parties still going strong, I'd give it another hour."
I must have jumped a little as I opened my eyes, because she continued in the soft lilting voice, "I didn't mean to startle you. I was on the treadmill upstairs when I saw you pull in the drive way."
"No," I quickly replied, "I was shocked by your beauty!" I was always a quick thinker, but the concentration I had been using to ease my erection was quickly fading away. Across her forehead was a red terry cloth headband, drenched in sweat along with the hair it covered. A damp tan sports bar that didn't do much to conceal the hard nipples covered her ample breasts. It was very tempting to stare at the nipples as they tried to push a whole in the fabric. Her midriff was bare and very well toned. She also wore a tight neoprene pair of shorts that would have shown a panty line if she was wearing any. She smiled a little, and even blushed when she noticed where my eyes kept traveling.
"Come on in and wait, I'll get you a drink. You like beer, wine, or the hard stuff?" As I walked through the door I wondered if she noticed the protrusion in my shorts, but answered, "I'll have a rum and coke."
"Oh good, I need a stiff one myself." She replied with a thin smile as she walked past me and I caught her intoxicating scent.
I thought about offering her my stiff one, but with the party outside, I thought better of it. I followed behind her, watching the trickle of sweat travel down her back bone underneath the waist of her shorts. This wasn't doing anything to help ease the growth between my legs.
I took a seat at one of the bar stools lined up at the counter in the huge kitchen as she fluidly grabbed the ingredients for our drinks. She stood in front of me as she mixed them, the occasional small talk flowing from her perfect mouth and those dam nipples still wanting to escape.
"So, Sharon tells me you're a driver" she asked as she took a seat beside me and inhaled a large quantity of her drink.
