Sam sighed in frustration. This was going to be the most boring holidays ever – her family was staying home.
Well, at least she could make her own fun. Lying on her bed, the room darkened by closed curtains, her mind drifted off to happier thoughts – Brian, the well dressed man who owned then men's clothing store in town. He must have been over 40, although not 50 yet. But Sam didn't mind. In fact, quite the opposite, she was very attracted to older men. And she would have welcomed the chance for Brian to join her on her bed right then.
Her hands ran over the large mounds of her breasts which were already free of her blouse, down past her crotch to the hem of her skirt. She quickly pulled it up and unbuttoned it so that it fell away, revealing her white thighs. She wore no panties, and her hand slipped familiarly between the junction of her legs and waist to the pussy she kept neatly trimmed.
She was already aroused, so it didn't surprise her that her searching fingers slipped easily inside herself. The strongly scented liquid helped her start a finger-fucking that she knew would end in a blissful orgasm. Brian's face hovered over her in her imagination as she worked her fingers in and around her pussy, sending those tingling sensations through her quivering body. Her other hand joined in the fun, stroking her clit. This intensified the feeling and she knew it wouldn't be long before the she was cumming.
"Yes, Brian," she moaned to her imaginary lover, "Fuck me, fuck me harder lover. Please, please!"
Her hands picked up the pace in time with her fantasy, and soon her low moans became groans. Fortunately the air-conditioning was on to cover the sounds of her solo love-making. Just as she felt the point of no return pass, and those sweet waves of pleasure surged through her, she imagined that Brian's face was mirroring hers as he unloaded his cum deep inside her accepting pussy.
"Yes, fill me up with your cum. Fill my pussy – yes, yes!" The noise she was making and the realisation that any member of her family could have been passing her room at that instant brought her orgasm rushing down upon her.
As she lay there, trembling, recovering she decided she could no longer make do with just getting her self off. She needed the real thing – a good hard screw.
She got up off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She was no Kylie Minogue – probably more like Kate Fisher after a stressful month or so. However it did mean she had quite large breasts, and they sat there very well. Her still hardened nipples poked out at her from the reflection and she moaned again as her hands cupped her overflowing tits. She imagined Brian's hot mouth on her chest, seeking her erect nubs.
Her hands again moved down, over her belly to her still juicy slit. Her thighs and behind matched her chest but her hands on her sex made her more determined than ever to lay the sexy older man – yes, old enough to be her father.
She turned around and looked back over her shoulder as her hand reached round and started stroking herself from behind. Imaging Brian standing behind her, pumping his hard cock into her, feeling him slam into her butt with each stroke sent her off again and she felt her cum streaming down over her fingers.
That was it – she was going to do it today, now!
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"Hello Mr Bryant, how are you today?"
Brian looked up from the rack of shirts he had been re-arranging to see a young woman, maybe 19 or 20, facing him. He thought for a second and then it hit him.
"Hello Sam," he replied. "I almost didn't recognise you there for a moment."
Sam blushed, flattered that he remembered her. She had usually only come into his store with her father or mother to buy clothes for her Dad. She felt a tingle high up on her thighs which only encouraged her more.
