All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, sex is NOT a feature of those past times and any sexually active characters are aged 18 and over.
Thank you to all my followers who have waited patiently for this next chapter. Other commitments mean that I cannot write as prolifically as I previously have but rest assured, many more chapters are waiting in the wings.
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Jonathan had been up for a couple of hours already when Amber started to stir. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that was making him feel a bit on edge and anxious. He knew exactly what it was. Truth be told, he wasn't relishing the thought of staying over at Amber's parents' house tonight. Much as Jonathan was a strong businessman and a genial raconteur, he functioned best in environments where he was with other business owners or work colleagues talking about business or, with a group of like-minded, fellow 'dirty old men' (he didn't like the phrase but knew it would be what anyone who knew about his fetishes would think of him), discussing busty young girls and the size and shape of their breasts. For once, he knew he was going to have to rely on Amber to be with him and keep him involved in conversation with her parents and their other guests and he didn't like that feeling.
He'd not had a great sleep. He'd woken up half naked and cold in the cinema room and swore out loud to himself, annoyed that he felt like shit as he came to. His legs felt like lead weights as he dragged himself up the stairs and collapsed straight into bed next to Amber, so tired and annoyed that he didn't even nuzzle into her or touch her in any way. He'd been restless through the rest of the night and felt like he'd been lying awake for several hours when a low vibration on his phone prompted him to give in to the fact that he wasn't going to fall asleep. His stomach felt odd; anxious, nervous. He picked up his phone, squinting as the bright screen light hit his face. He noticed the notification symbol. An upload to his website. Never able to resist immediately checking what new and sexy delight had been posted and also needing a distraction from how he was feeling, he'd logged on. The 30 second clip had obviously been taken from above. Jonathan guessed from the surroundings, some dirty perv on a hotel balcony. A muscular man in swim shorts who looked to be in his 30s was lying on a lounger by a pool, and next to him, a girl who he thought looked to be in her early to mid 20s wearing a yellow bikini. As the camera began to zoom in on her bust, Jonathan could tell she was beautifully stacked. Lying on her back, her breasts had rolled to the sides of her chest and whilst they didn't stick up as much as Amber's when she was on her back, their fullness still stretched her bikini cups and plenty of deliciously tanned titflesh was visible from the side and from above.
The guy picked up a bottle of tanning oil and squeezed some into his palm, passing the bottle to his girlfriend. She squeezed some into her hand and began to massage it into the centre of her chest between her breasts. Jonathan watched, hoping that the girl would sit up so he could appreciate the natural shape of her tits but she remained reclined on the lounger. She moved her hands to the outside of her breasts, still massaging the oil in, squeezing them together and creating a deep, pillowy cleavage. By this time, Jonathan had begun to slowly stroke his cock but just as he was getting into it, the camera angle switched back to the guy. 'Shit,' Jonathan murmured quietly. His annoyance was to be short lived though. The camera focused in on the guy's hands as he smoothed the oil over the girl's inner thighs, his fingers pressing deeply into her smooth, toned skin and creeping ever higher up her legs. As he reached the thin, yellow gusset of her bikini briefs he traced a finger over it, smiling as her body jerked in response. The camera panned out as the guy looked all around, then back in as his middle finger slipped underneath the fabric. Jonathan's was conscious that his own breathing was becoming heavier as he watched the movement of the guy's eager finger beneath the yellow fabric. As the camera panned out, the girl was still massaging oil into her breasts but it was becoming obvious from the way her body was contorting, that she was enjoying the attention of her male companion. Jonathan watched as she slipped her fingers under her bikini cups and began rubbing over her nipples. Annoyingly, her breasts were never fully bared during the clip but just watching the full, fleshy orbs being moved around beneath the fabric and seeing the indentations her obviously hard nipples were making in the thin, yellow cups had made Jonathan rock hard. It was the whole voyeur in him. The whole seeing something he shouldn't be seeing that just got him every time.
The clip ended and Jonathan needed to cum. He turned to face Amber, annoyed that she was facing the other way and snoring ever so gently.
Completely resigned to having no further sleep, he picked up his phone and moved the clip back to where the guy's fingers had slipped into the girl's bikini bottoms. He got up and slipped his dressing gown on, leaving it open and walked quietly round to the the other side of the large bed, his cock fully extended and wavering in front of him. Carefully easing down the duvet, he looked down at the beautiful 18 year old girl sleeping soundly in his bed, her rested face looking more innocent than ever. Slowly, and quietly, he slipped each thin strap of the small cotton top that she'd squeezed into yesterday evening off her shoulders and halfway down her arms then lifted each breast out. The tight fabric of the top pushed back against her boobs, pushing them further upwards than they naturally sat when she was on her back.
'Christ,' Jonathan murmured softly. Everytime he saw her areola and nipples he was blown away by just how perfect they were. The large, pinky / pale-brownish circles were currently soft, their edges melting beautifully into the huge, shapely mounds of flesh that jutted from her chest. He lowered his cock down and began to gently wipe his wet glans over them, enjoying how - even though she was in a deep sleep - her nipples still responded.
Jonathan put his phone down on the duvet to one side and pressed play. As the guy's fingers slipped beneath the girl's bikini gusset, Jonathan slipped his middle finger through the high, leg opening of Amber's tight pyjama shorts, immediately feeling her soft, young nub and the surrounding puffiness of her mound. From this point, he focused solely on what was happening on his phone screen. He watched as the guy frigged the girl beneath her bikini briefs and the girl squeezed and massaged her tits. In his head, Jonathan was telling the girl that she loved to be felt up in public and that she'd probably had loads of guys round that pool thinking about her as they wanked beside their sleeping wives every night on their holiday.
With his finger now probing Amber's tight, young cunt, it wasn't long before Jonathan was ready to shoot his load and although it was a much needed and enjoyable release, Jonathan had found it a massive struggle keeping so quiet. He was also conscious that Amber had begun to stir slightly so hadn't been thinking about accuracy when he came, the result being that Amber's entire face and part of her chest had been covered with yet more of Jonathan's copious seed.
As he shook the last drops of spunk from his cock, he tentatively lifted Amber's arms above her head and spread them across the pillow. Picking up his phone he quietly snapped a couple of pictures of the cum drenched teen, his wet thumb smearing his phone screen. He then eased Amber's tits back inside the top, moved her arms back down and pushed the little straps back up onto her shoulders. It was only 5.25am! There was no way Amber would be awake yet. He pulled the duvet up to cover her and pulled his dressing gown around him, pressing it onto his wet cockhead so as to absorb some of the wetness that remained there. He actually was a really filthy bastard when left to his own devices.
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Amber was starting to wake. With her eyes still shut, a smile began to spread across her face as she remembered where she was. In her boyfriend's house, in her boyfriend's bed and with her boyfriend next to her. She moved her arm over, moving her hand up and down the bed, expecting to feel Jonathan's warmth there. Nothing. She started to open her eyes, finding that one eye was stuck down. She remembered that the same thing had happened when she'd first stayed at Jonathan's house. She began rubbing, finally managing to get both eyes focused. She sat up slowly as she realised that Jonathan wasn't there.
"Aaah, my princess awakes."
Jonathan came in holding two milky cups of coffee, placed one down on the cabinet next to Amber and walked round and sat down on his side of the bed.
"Jonathan!? How long have you been up?"
Jonathan looked at his watch. "Oooh, about four hours."
"Four hours!! W... why? What happened?"
Amber moved backwards, propping herself against the headboard.
Jonathan gazed at her large bust, tightly contained in the small, strappy pyjama top, the slight indents of her now soft nipples just visible behind the brushed, patterned cotton. God! Could any other woman ever have tits that stuck out like Ambers did?
"Well, if you remember darling, you did get me rather excited last night..." (Jonathan reached for Amber's right breast and began to squeeze it through the fabric of the little pyjama top) "...and like a stupid old fool, I fell asleep after you made me cum again. But do I blame you? Absolutely! Ha!! God you really are sexy darling. Look at you there, all bed head and just woken up." He began to squeeze more firmly, pressing his fingers into her yielding flesh.
"Jonathan!" Amber mock-scolded him and pulled away, casting her eyes downwards.
"My hair's a mess and my face is all sticky for some reason."
"And that's what makes you even MORE sexy my darling. In fact, you could never NOT be sexy, sticky face n all, ha!"
Amber picked up the coffee that Jonathan had placed on the side table and began to sip it as she moved her fingers over the left side of her face.
"Urrgh, this feels horrible, I need a shower."
Placing the cup down on the side, Amber stood up and stretched. The full beauty of her stunning figure was now completely visible to Jonathan and he felt the familiar surge of sexual excitement building as he eyed the little cotton shorts that were partly wedged up in her crack, showing the lower half of her tight, peachy buttocks, her super-smooth flat stomach and the too-small cotton top stretched to capacity trying to contain her unbelievably perky F cup tits.
"God, you really are stunning Amber Collins. I really am the luckiest man alive having you as my girlfriend. And hopefully one day - my wife."
