It was Friday night, and Pierre was calling it a night pretty early on; he wanted to get a good night sleep as he knew he had quite a day's work the next day. He had promised his sister-in-law, Maria, that he would help her fix up her place. She wanted to sell her condo, but felt that she had to beautify some aspects of it first – her damn cat had done quite a number on the walls and carpet. Pierre had volunteered to put in laminate flooring to replace the shredded carpet, patch up the holes and scratches in the wall, and give it all a fresh coat of paint.
When he first offered his help, three weeks ago, it was under the understanding that his wife, Joanne, and her sister would help him. As luck would have it, his wife told him a week before the big weekend that she was going to stay at the apartment, near the university three towns away from her sister's to study for her Law Bar Exam. To make matters worst, his sister-in-law bailed out at the last minute because of a hot date with her real estate agent, a tall, strong, and somewhat attractive black fellow. Always up for a challenge, and a man of his word, Pierre had promised Maria that he would still come over and work while she was out.
He woke up bright and early on Saturday morning, at around 9 o'clock, with a rather prominent hard on. He turned around to kiss his wife, but she had already gotten out of bed and had her nose buried in her books. Pierre attempted to strike up a little fun by slightly rubbing himself on his wife's lower back as he hugged her.
"Damn it honey! Can't you see I'm studying! I'm not kidding, I need to know this stuff within the next two weeks."
"Good morning to you too..." Was all Pierre wanted to reply, but he knew better, and kept his mouth shut. He grabbed some breakfast; read the front section of the morning paper, then the comics, and finally the entertainment section. He was amused by the amount of space that was dedicated to Britney Spears break-up with Justin.
"Ahhhh... What a woman that Britney! What I would love to do to her..."
And with that last thought, Pierre went into the bathroom to take his shower. His went through his morning ritual – brushed his teeth, shaved (though he usually didn't on weekends, but he couldn't let Maria see him unshaved), and headed for the shower. As he was showering, Pierre thought of the Britney article again. The newspaper article showcased her in her skimpiest outfit yet – little skin tight black "booty shorts" displaying a spendid camel toe, and a crop top three sizes too small letting the bottom of her breasts show... The sheer thought of it was enough to get the blood going back down to his pelvic area once again.
Being alone, Pierre grabbed the hair conditioner, rubbed it into his right hand, closed his eyes, grabbed his swollen penis, and started to stroke like a mad man. The morning shower was his only "personal" time; he had tried once to play with himself in front of his wife, but she actually got mad and quite turned off by the whole thing. Pierre was on a mission; he hadn't had sex in 4 weeks, as his wife was too busy studying. He was willing to put up with it all because he knew that it would all be worth it in the end. Overall, she was great. She was smart and intelligent, very good looking, extremely sexy, and normally quite horny. Physically, she stood 5'4", weighted slightly less than 130 lbs, had nice mid back length black hair, brown eyes, luscious lips, nice firm breasts, a small waist and very curvy hips. He knew that this was just a phase, and the money that would eventually come out of this dry spell would make it all better soon.
Images of Britney, slowly dancing away, providing him with his own personal strip show, taking it all off for him flowed through his mind. In his fantasy, she would then start by licking and sucking on his ears, while pinching his nipples. After some lengthy teasing, she would then guide her soft tongue slowly down to his lower abdomen, to finally rigorously suck him off. All the while, slowly shaking her perfect tight little ass while deeply fingering herself with her index and middle finger. The whole fantasy just sent Pierre over the edge. He pumped out buckets of hot cum all over the bath tiles.
Somewhat satisfied, he stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, got dressed, picked up his tools, walked over to Joanne, and kissed her.
"Bye honey!"
"Bye love. I'll be back for dinner. Have fun studying."
"I'll try. You sure you can't come with me to help a bit?"
"I told you already. I can't"
And with that, Pierre walked out the door. He packed up his beat up little Civic, and drove off to Maria's.
Maria did live three towns away. The drive itself was one of about 1-½ hours. Pierre eventually got there at around 12:30pm. Pierre grabbed his tools out of the car, rang the buzzer, walked in, headed up in the elevator, and knocked on the door. When Maria opened the door, Pierre was surprised to see that she had just woken up. She was still wearing her tight little shorts, clearly too small for her as her ass cheeks were falling out of the bottom, and a light cotton T-shirt.
"Morning Pierre"
"Morning Sis. Did you just wake up?"