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?"
"Yes... Oh, I'm so tired!" as she stretched, letting her perky breasts poke through her shirt. "I had the craziest night yesterday with the girls. We went to this strip club and had a blast. Did you know that some white guys are as big as black men?"
"Really... There's something I always wanted to know..." Replied Pierre jokingly.
"I'm sorry. I forget that guys don't like being compared."
Pierre's sister-in-law was no less stunning than his wife, except that she might have exuberated even more sex appeal than Joanne might. She was slightly shorter, at about 5'2" with a lighter build (weighted no more than 115 lbs), shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, sultry lips, a firm toned body, tanned honey colored skin, a tight and firm butt, and a beautiful pair of breasts that were recently upgraded from a 34B to a 36 DD. Maria was older too, by 6 years, which made her 2 years older than Pierre. Pierre had had a thing for her for a while now, ever since he saw her streak out of the shower at Joanne's parents' house, with nothing else but a small towel to cover her front, leaving her beautiful round shaped ass in plain view for him to see. Unfortunately for him, she had always preferred black men. She was convinced they made better lovers because of their mythical bigger penises. Pierre, being your typical white French guy, figured that it was just her stereotypical Asian mind at work.
"Okay Pierre. I moved all the stuff out of the way yesterday before I went out. So you can get started whenever you want. Everything you need should be here. I'll just go take a shower while you start, and then I'll head out for the day. I doubt I'll be back before you leave... I plan on getting' me some lovin' tonight! I don't think I'll be back anytime before 6am!"
Maria headed for the bathroom, while Pierre started ripping out the carpet. As the work was progressing, Pierre turned the hallway corner, and noticed that Maria had left the door open. He figured she had probably done that out of habit, usually being home alone. Because of the mist on the shower door, Pierre figured that Maria hadn't noticed him staring at her, but he could see all that he needed to! A bulge instantly developed in his shorts as she was soaping herself up. First her arms and legs, her neck, and then her beautiful breasts. She took extra care massaging them, as her doctor had advised her to do for the first few weeks, to prevent scaring or sagging. She would first circle around the nipples. She would then proceed to get a firm hold of them both, and squeeze them as he wished he could. Following some heavy "tit massaging", Maria grabbed her two little diamond sized nipples and pinched them eagerly; Pierre noticed that all the while her breathing was getting heavier. She then moved both her hands down to her stomach, and finally to her lower abdomen. Pierre couldn't believe what he was seeing. His own sister-in-law, feeling herself up, with one leg firmly planted on the bottom of the tub, while the other one was resting on the faucet, letting her front side face him. She was frantically rubbing (actually more like "caressing") her clitoris with her right hand while three of her left hand fingers were plunged deep into her pussy. He could clearly make panting and moaning sounds over the noise of the shower. Pierre desperately wanted to run to her in there, but knew better. He decided that it would just be best to wait until she left to take care of his bulging dilemma. Pierre then walked away from the bathroom door just in time, as she turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off, wrapped a towel around herself, and walked back to her room, while throwing a little smirk back at Pierre as she did so. She then closed the door behind her, now aware that Pierre was in the apartment, or so he had guessed.
"So Pierre. How's it being around my sister these days?"
"Ha! It's just grrrrreat! It's always good to know that you're last on someone else's list of priorities. Not only that, but everything is my fault too these days!"
"That must suck! How 'bout, you know, you two?"