Thank you again to kenjisato for taking the time to read and edit.
Thank you also to the kind comments on my last story.
All characters are 18+
"Megan," his voice was a hoarse whisper as he tried to scold me. Biting my lip, I pushed my hand further up his leg until my fingertips brushed against the head of his hard cock. But, before I can tell you what happens next... first I have to tell you how we got here.
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Today had started like any other Saturday morning. I woke up groggy with a monster of a hangover, I reached for the water left on my bedside table, it was still cold. I took a big sip and laid back down. Flashbacks of the night before played out behind my closed eyes. I remembered the dancing, the flirting, and the tequila shots. I was home from uni for the summer and had gone out with some of my childhood friends for a belated eighteenth celebration.
"Ugh," I groaned, as I pushed the covers off and padded my way across to my en-suite bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and grabbed the toothbrush, giving my teeth a good brush. Back in the bedroom, I decided a day led by the pool was the perfect cure for a hangover. I rummaged in the drawer for a bikini, and I found a white one tucked right at the back. I remember buying it at the beginning of summer and then after wearing it once and realising it went very see through--it got tucked right at the back of the drawer.
I held it up, deciding since no one else was home today, it would be fine. It was a smaller fit than my others, it tied at the hips with thin string and cut high, showing off my toned thighs and peachy bum. The top was just two small triangles of fabric that barely contained my ever growing chest. It was perfect for a bit of sunbathing. I quickly put it on before I changed my mind and made my way downstairs. The house was so quiet as dad was out sea fishing for the day.
I poured a glass of orange juice from the fridge and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl as I walked past; my stomach reminding me that anything heavy wasn't welcome at this moment! It was already warm as I stepped out onto the decking; the pool water was shimmering below me. I grabbed one of the loungers and pulled it into the middle of the decking. Switched on the outdoor stereo and laid down on my front; untying the back of the bikini, so I wasn't left with a white line.
"Megan? You here?" my dad's voice startled me from my sleep, I sat bolt upright and quickly scrambled to grab my bikini top, which currently hung loosely around my neck, to pull around my chest; but not before my dad's best friend, Tommy, walked out through the patio doors and got a good eyeful of my naked tits. I managed to cover them and tie the string around the back just as my dad appeared in the doorway.
Tommy and my dad had been best friends since before I was born. They worked together and hung out, but I thought he was away with his new bit this summer. Unlike my dad, who had met my mum and married before having me, Tommy hadn't settled down. He was always introducing us to a new girlfriend each time we saw him. I stopped bothering to remember their names. He was never short on women throwing themselves at him either, or so dad tells it. Even though he had just turned sixty, he was in good shape. Working all his life as a fireman meant he had stayed fit. I had once caught a glimpse of him with his shirt off when he helped dad build the new decking, and was surprised to see he had clearly defined abs. His hair was now grey, as was the stubble around his jaw and mouth. He often wore tight jeans and a shirt, always leaving a few buttons open, like he was now!
"Hey guys, what are you doing back?" I ask, as I stand and give my dad a quick hug. "Tommy, nice to see you," I turn to give him a hug, too; trying to break the awkwardness of him seeing me so exposed.
"Hey, Megs," he replied, as he hugged me back. I almost gasped when I felt the hard bulge against my leg. I stepped away and glanced down before I realised what I was doing. I'd never noticed the clear outline of his cock in his jeans before; I was even more taken aback by the tingle it caused between my legs.
Dad handed Tommy a beer and they walked over to the patio chairs. I left them chatting as I walked back into the kitchen. The cool air caused a ripple of goosebumps to cover my skin. I grabbed another glass of juice as my mind wondered back to Tommy... had seeing me made him hard? My nipples began to harden as I thought about how it might feel in my small, delicate hands. I held my hand out flat, looking at the palm and my slender fingers when I heard a noise behind me.
I spun around and saw Tommy standing at the counter. I felt my breathing catch as I saw the look in his eyes as they swept over my body. There was no hiding the hard nubs poking through the thin fabric. I knew the white bikini enhanced the deep hues of my tan, my stomach was flat and tight, my legs long and toned. I could feel the wetness spread between my legs just from the way he was looking at me.
Feeling bold, I stood closer to him, stopping just as my chest pressed against his. He was somewhat taller than my five foot frame, so I had to tilt my head to look up at him. I bite my lip as I press my hand to his stomach, feeling those hard abs beneath my fingers. I let my hand drop lower slowly.
"Megan!" he scolded me, grabbing my wrist tight to stop me from moving further; but, not moving it away.
"Tommy, where are those beers?" My dad's voice sounded from outside. Tommy seemed to snap out of it and let my wrist go. He didn't say another word, just turned and walked towards the fridge.
