Innocent and Shy

It was a hot summer's day and I was at work. Now I don't mind working and I don't mind summer and I don't mind hot days, but sometimes you can have an excess of those three things all happening at the same time. In this particular instance it was a case of it being just a little too hot to continue working outside, doing hard manual labour, so I opted out of the work. The heat was going to continue for the rest of the day and enough was enough.

"Ok, guys," I called to my crew. "If we continue in this heat we'll start doing sloppy work and one of us may come down with heat stroke, me probably, so I'm calling it quits for the day. Don't worry about the money, I'll pay through to five as per the normal knocking of time."

I had exactly zero complaints about this decision, everyone being only too eager to get out of the heat. Me, I headed for home as soon as the site had been tidied up.

Arriving home I found a number of cars scattered around. Someone had thoughtfully left sufficient room in my driveway for me to park and that's what I did. If anyone wanted their car they'd have to get me to shift mine, which I would do in my own sweet time. From the noise floating out from the back yard I took an educated guess that my children had invited some friends over for a pool party.

I headed inside, blessing the coolness of the air conditioning, and headed towards my bedroom. It was my intention to have a shower, dress for the weather, and relax in front of the tellie with a cold one in my hand. I wouldn't have minded a swim but the current party goers would probably prefer my absence. Who wanted a parent watching everything they were doing? Not teenagers, that was for sure.

I strolled down to the master bedroom and walked in. Why wouldn't I? It was my bedroom, after all. The result of me just walking in resulted in two rather shocked people, me and the lovely lass already in the bedroom. I was shocked as I hadn't expected to find a naked young lady in my room, not that I was objecting. She was undoubtedly shocked to find herself facing a strange man while being naked. I managed to take my eyes off her for a moment to look around but the pair of us was the sum total of people in the room.

What I beheld was a tall slender young lady of about twenty, sans clothes, the same being neatly folded on the bed next to her, her panties on top. Next to her clothes was a bikini. Seeing she was quite dry I assumed that she was changing out of her clothes and into the bikini prior to heading out to the pool. I couldn't have timed my entry any better if I wanted to.

I didn't actually recognise the young lady but I would if I met her in the future. She was about five foot eight, slender and shapely, blonde with dark eyes, very nice breasts, happily tipped with strawberry coloured nipples. Clean-shaven where I like a woman to be shaved, her curves were on display in a very enticing manner.

Oh yes, she was also blushing rather fiercely. It's surprising just how far down a blush can extend.

For her part she saw a man twice her age and probably three times her weight. I had the advantage, being dressed and all, but probably lost points due to general grottiness (I had been out doing manual labour). I suppose I also had a certain amount of BO and have been referred to as having an ugly face. (Not by me. I just consider it well worn.)

I gave her a friendly smile and her blush retreated. I mean, really retreated. She went white, leaving me wondering just how ugly and fearsome I looked.

"Hi," I said, still smiling happily. "I'm Greg, Carly's father. Also Jeff's father if you're one of his guests. And you are?"

"Bethany. You get out of here, right now. You hear me? You had no right to barge in here."

"Um, yes, I do. This is my bedroom. That's why I came in. I know I'm supposed to be at work but with this heat? We thought going home was the go."

What I found very interesting was the fact that her nipples had tightened and were standing out. In addition to that she'd made no effort to cover herself with her hands or to get dressed. If I didn't know better I'd have thought she was getting turned on being caught naked by a stranger. Come to think of it I didn't know better.

"I don't care about any of that. Just go away until I finish changing."

"Don' wanna," I said, managing to pout a little.

"Really? And just what do you want to do?" she demanded. "Don't answer that," she added rather hastily, blushing again.

"Oh, I don't mind answering," grinning as she glared at me. "I want to take a relaxing shower and then go watch the tellie while sucking on a cold one. Is that an unreasonable request?"

I'd waved a hand towards the en suite when I mentioned a shower and she picked up on it immediately.

"Well, don't let me stop you," she said with some snark in her voice. "Go ahead and drown yourself for all I care. Ah, what are you doing?" Her tone changed dramatically when I started undoing my shirt.

"Well, be reasonable. You can't expect me to have a shower without getting undressed and this is my bedroom."

"Get undressed in there. Just leave me be."

"But I don't want to leave you be. I want you to join me in the shower. If you're going to swim it's only polite to shower first so you don't get the pool all grotty."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you," she snapped. "You're the one who'd turn the pool grotty. Besides, if I was foolish enough to get in the shower with you you'd probably think I was agreeing to have sex with you."

"I'd damn well know you were agreeing," I said affably. I took a step towards her, my arm going around her, my hand settling on her back and urging her towards the en suite.

"Well, I'm not," she snapped.

For someone who wasn't going to have sex with me she had a strange way of showing it. While we'd been chatting she'd been standing there in all her glory with no attempt to cover up. If she'd looked upset and grabbed for her bikini I'd have politely turned away to give her some privacy but she'd been quite content to reveal all. She also failed to offer any resistance as I ushered her into the en suite.

I finished stripping once we were in the en suite while she stood there protesting that she had no intention of having a shower with me and was most certainly not going to have sex. Her eyes drifted down to my marital equipment as soon as my jocks were off and her eyes opened a little wider.

"You couldn't possibly expect me to let you use that on me," she half gasped. "That's far too big. It would do me a mischief. Not happening -- I mean it."

"You'll be surprised at what you can handle," I told her, still smiling. "Worry about that later. Right now you can scrub me down."

I reached into the shower cubicle and turned the shower on. I knew exactly where to turn the tap to do have a nice warm shower. In this heat I didn't want a hot shower but neither did I want a cold one. The current temperature was approximately set to body heat and would be nice and relaxing.

I stepped under the shower, letting the water run over me. Stretching out an arm I caught hold of Bethany's arm and drew her towards me. If her reluctance had been any stronger I might have noticed it, but seeing it was only verbal I treated it with ignore.

(Who did she think she was kidding? She could have walked out of the en suite while I was stripping or while I was setting up the shower. She also stood conveniently close to the shower so it was a simple matter to take hold of her arm. She protests changed once she was under the shower.

"I suppose a quick shower is reasonable," she grumbled, sounding as though this was a great concession, "but that's as far as it goes."

"Uh-huh," I agreed, handing her a sponge and body-wash. "Why don't you do my back for me?"

She continued grumbling sotto voce, but started washing my back. She took her time, apparently considered my buttocks as part of my back, and then went even lower. Once she reached my feet I turned around to face her and without being asked she started washing my front. She slowed quite a bit when she reached my genitals but very carefully washed them. She even thought to give my glans an extra clean and polish which was rather disconcerting.

When she was standing she was also breathing rather heavily. I took the sponge from her and started soaping and washing her body, starting with that lovely chest. I slowly worked my way down her body, pausing when I reached her genitals to ensure I washed them as carefully as she'd washed mine. I don't think I was supposed to hear what she quietly whispered to herself but my hearing is very good.

After I reached her feet I had her turn around and I started back up. This time I reached the cleft in her flesh from the rear but paid the same loving care as earlier.

By the time I was standing my erection was pressing against her. It had been erect and twitching almost from the time I first saw her and now it was eagerly anticipating what was to come. I turned her to face me and pressed against her and she backed away, or tried to. There's not much room to back away in a shower cubicle. Bethany found herself in a corner, pressed up against two sides. I reached down and lightly slapped her thigh.

"Lift your leg and wrap it around me," I directed.

She hesitated. She knew what I was demanding so she hesitated. For a full second by my estimate. Then her leg came up and hooked around my waist, leaving her exposed and open to assault. Her hands were reaching out to either side, pressing against the walls of the shower. I took one and moved it to my erection, closing her hand around it.

"Steer me into place," I commanded her, my own hands busy fondling her breasts.

She breathed out an inarticulate noise and did precisely that, moving my cock until it was pressing against her passage, and then pressed towards me. For my part, as soon as I felt myself starting to enter her I pressed more fully against her, my cock slipping quickly and easily down her hot moist passage. Her passage closed around me, clinging to me, eager to accept me and reluctant to let me leave.

She gave a deep groan once I had entered all the way. She lifted the leg she was standing on, wrapping it around my waist, her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I leaned into her, nailing her to the walls of the shower.

Fun though it was there was no way I was going to stay like that. My position was untenable. I knew this because I could already feel the water from the shower starting to cool. Those rotten kids must have used all the hot water earlier. I flicked the tap, shutting off the water, leaving some warmth for a later shower. My hands moved from Bethany's breasts to her bottom, providing additional support. That done I carefully turned and stepped out of the shower. (Very carefully. Slipping at this stage would be disastrous.)

Taking small steps I moved back into the bedroom. We were both soaking wet and I was damned if I was going to use the bed. I sank down onto my knees and then leaned forward, lowering Bethany until she was lying on the lambskin rug next to the bed. It was quite a large, luxurious rug, with long soft strands of wool, coloured in multiple shades of grey. I wasn't totally surprised to feel Bethany writhing gently against it, enjoying the feel of it.

Now that the preliminaries had been taken care of I started to move, pulling back and returning with some gusto. Bethany made another soft groan and pressed up to meet me as I returned, her legs tightening around me and her hands digging into my shoulders. That thrust was apparently the signal for us to throw our inhibitions away and get to work, which I was only too happy to do.

I banged into her with great zeal and she responded just as eagerly. I did manage to set up a rhythm that would let me prolong things for a bit, not wanting to be a one minute wonder. The tension between us slowly built and it wasn't all that long before she was urging me to finish things off. Being a true gentleman I didn't, knowing that in hindsight she'd relish the longer ride.

I dragged things out for a while but it soon became clear that her desperate movements and my own lust were just too much. I drove in harder and faster, my end-run taking over with me helpless to resist. I exploded into her at the same time as she climaxed. It would have been excellent timing on my part if I'd had any control over it. Still, I would be more than willing to take the credit. It might bring her back to my bed.

Once we parted and collapsed she lay there breathing heavily, her breasts were undulating nicely as her chest heaved. As soon as she recovered her breath she jumped to her feet and darted into the en suite. Moments later I could hear the shower running again. She wasn't in it long, drying herself as she came out, grabbed her bikini and put it on. Then she was out the door and headed for the pool. The smile on her face would most certainly bring cheer to all who saw it.

I had my own shower (cold as someone had used the rest of the hot water), dressed in some very casual clothes, and headed for the couch, tellie, and a couple of cold ones.

I was totally relaxed for the rest of the afternoon and I was friendly to the various guests my children were entertaining. It's the pits when you're at someone's house and a member of the household gives you dirty looks, hinting that your absence would improve the place.

At one stage Jeff wandered in, wanting to pinch a cold one. I permitted it as he wouldn't be driving anywhere, something I'd remind him of if he happened to forget.

"There's a new girl here," he told me. "A friend of Isabel. Her name's Bethany and she's a real honey. Make sure you're quiet and polite if you meet her. Isabel says she's an innocent and somewhat shy, so don't scare her off. I want to get to know her better."

"Uh-huh. I wish you luck," I told him.