My mom slapped my hand away from the platter of freshly baked pastries.
"They are for the Martins party later, are you coming?"
"Yes of course."
"Well you can have one then."
I was home for the summer, staying at my mom and dads. I had one year left of training, then I was fully qualified Doctor of neurology. It had been eight long years, filled with stress, tears, happiness and also some fun.
My name is Rosie, I'm twenty seven years old, long blonde hair (normally tied in a ponytail),ice blue eyes and five feet eight inches. I've been told I look like a movie star. My breasts aren't huge, a pert 36C.
I was looking forward to seeing Joyce and Roy Martin again. I've known all my life, they were friends of my mom and dad from university. I used to have a massive girly crush on Roy when I was younger. I hadn't seen them for about three years, Covid struck or I was working hard. Few years ago I shared a kiss with Roy, it was twelve o'clock on new years eve. He gave me a kiss and wish me happy new year, whether it was the drink but I kissed back. We were both embarrassed and agreed never to talk about it.
September last year, I heard the news, Roy had a stroke.
I changed for the Martin's summer party. A long, baggy dress with spaghetti shoulder straps was my choice of clothing, it was too hot to wear anything clingy. I slipped on some crisp white trainers, sprayed some perfume and went downstairs. I helped mom load the car up with the snacks she'd prepared and we left for the Martin's.
Mom pulls up outside a double fronted, white painted house.
"Rosie!" Screamed Joyce running over to me, hugging me with tears in her eyes.
"Hi Joyce, it's so lovely to see you."
"Oh Rosie, it's been so long. It's so great to see you."
"How is Roy doing?"
"He is doing well, he's lost mobility in his left hand side, but he's doing well. He can't wait to see you."
I made my way in to house, putting the food down in the kitchen. Joyce grabbed my hand, pulling me into the garden.
"Roy look who it is." Joyce led me over to Roy, he was sitting in a wheelchair under a large umbrella, shielding from the sun. His left arm was slumped over his lap, apart from that he still looked good, For a sixty two year old stroke affected man. His shirt clung to him from the sticky hot weather, showing off his muscular torso and arms.
"Hi Roy, how are you?"
"Better for seeing you Rosie, you look so beautiful."
Joyce got called away for a coleslaw emergency. Roy and I spoke about old times and how my studies were going. All time he we were talking, my eyes kept diverting to his sweat drenched shirt. Roy picked up a drink with his good hand, a long white drink with long curly straw. He bought the drink to his mouth, he tried to wrap his tongue around the top of the straw, I sat transfixed as his tongue tried to find the straw's end, I imagined the end of the straw, being my nipple.
"What are you drinking Roy?"
"Pina colada, very refreshing."
"Joyce as made a jug of it, go and get yourself one. Top me up while you are there."
I returned with the drinks, handing Roy his drink into his good hand. I raised my drink to my mouth, running my tongue over the tip of the straw while keeping my blue eyes on him.
"Oh my god, Rosie you shouldn't do that in front of a man of my age and condition."
"I bet there's plenty of life in the old dog yet." I gave him a cheeky wink, as i left him to mingle.
All the Pina Coladas were taking its toll on my bladder. I found a downstairs bedroom with an en suite bathroom. I finished doing my business, as I went to leave I heard voices.
"You look so tired Roy."
"I am Joyce, I don't think the Pina coladas helped."
"Have a sleep and I will come back later."
Joyce started undressing Roy. The door to the bathroom was slightly open, I watched as Joyce slipped Roy's shirt off him, his muscular chest glistening with sweat. I bit my lip as Joyce started wiping the sweat off his chest and back. My hand cupped my breast, my nipples were rock hard as Joyce pulled down Roy shorts, leaving him in just a pair of tight, white pants, the outline of his penis clear to see. Joyce placed him on the bed, putting the ceiling fan on as she left. I watched Roy sleep, his muscular chest heaving as he breathed in and out. I placed my hand around my pulsating pussy over my dress, it was so wet and hot.
I soon came too my senses and crept out the room, sneaking another look at Roy's muscular body.
I saw mom in the kitchen.
"I'm going to go home Mom."
"Are you okay? You look hot and red faced. Too much drink?"
"Maybe mom."
Mom dropped me home before returning to party.
I got undressed and stepped into the shower. The water felt great on my body. The shower water hit my face, my eyes closed as I thought about Roy's sweaty muscular body, I imagined his tongue running over my hard nipples. Suddenly my pussy is pulsating again, I place my finger inside myself and begin gyrating on it. I lean against the glass of the shower unit, my finger still fucking myself, another finger rubbing my clit. I screamed as I came so hard, it made me fall to the floor of the shower tray, my breathing was erratic.
The night passed quickly, I woke about eight still naked. I slipped a pair of loose bottoms and sweatshirt on and made my way to the dining room. My mom and dad were at the table set up with pain au chocolat, croissants and other pastries, all home made.
"Morning mom, morning dad."
"Morning darling, cup of coffee."
"Yes please mom."
My dad raised his head from his newspaper.
"Hello my darling daughter, any plans for today?"
"Well dad I was going to see if I could take Mr. Martin for a walk, maybe for a coffee."
"What a great idea darling, I know Joyce would enjoy a rest for a hour or two." Mom said as she emptied the dishwasher.
"We all know what Joyce will be doing or who she will be doing." Dad joked.
"Who Mrs. Martin?"
"Yeah The oh so innocent Mrs. Martin, who is banging her neighbour Ned. Poor Roy can't get it up anymore, so she looked elsewhere."
I phoned Joyce, asked if I could take Roy for a coffee. I was generally interested in he what remembered before his stroke and how feels now, I was interested as a trainee neurologist. She agreed, rather enthusiastically actually, 'I wonder why.'
I showered and slipped on a loose dress that flowed down to my knees, My trusty white trainers and sprayed some perfume. I decide to leave my hair down placing it behind my ears.
I arrived at The Martin's and rang the door bell
"Oh hello Rosie darling, he is all ready to go, I will push him down the ramp at the side entrance." Joyce seemed in a hurry to get rid of us.
Joyce pushed Roy round to me. He was wearing chino shorts, light cotton shirt and a Panama hat. He looked so attractive in his hat, like a distinguished old gentleman, but a sexy one.
