I live in the Southeastern US and doing so makes us have to live with the hurricane season from June til November. This season was sending a whopper our way and I was outside getting the generator set up and running on Friday morning. My wife was in California helping her son move so I was "batchin" it for 2 weeks.
The brunt of the storm wasn't due to hit us until early the following morning around 9 so I had a little time to prepare. Around 2pm the rain started coming down in buckets. I got the patio furniture in the shed and was coming out when my step daughter, Sara pulled up. I was soaking wet from head to toe.
"Hey, whats up?" she asked as she walked in the shed to get out of the rain.
"Well, in case you haven't heard there's a storm on the way" I answered sarcastically.
"Yeah, I heard that on the news this morning. That is why I am here. You mind if the kids and I come over later and stay with you? You know how the power goes out at my house every time someone farts" she laughed.
"Sara, you know ya'll are welcome here anytime." I answered.
"Thanks Greg. I'll be back in a couple of three hours or so." She said.
She turned to walk away and said over her shoulder, "You better get out of those wet clothes!!" smiling.
I watched her walk away, her pear shaped ass swaying from side to side.
"Damn", I said to myself. "That ass is just like her moms was when I married her."
I continued to get prepared for the approaching storm but couldn't seem to get the image of Saras ass out of my mind. In 2 hours I was finally done and went inside to shower and prepare for the arrival of Sara and the grandkids.
The water felt good beating down on my sore body but what I needed was a good full body massage. Alas, that would have to wait until the wife returned. The image of Sara popped into my head and I reached down and slowly stroked my soapy cock. The soap made my hand glide over my flacid penis and he started to take notice and slowly rose to his full 7 inch hardness. I caressed my balls as my other hand increased its speed on my now fully erect dick. My hand was a total blur as I closed my eyes and pictured Saras nude body in my mind. I had seen her naked once, when she was 18, getting out of the shower, but now at 25 she was a full grown woman and the object of several masturbatory sessions of mine. To be honest, when I was making love to her mom I often pictured Sara.
"Enjoying yourself?" was the next thing I heard. I turned to see Sara standing in the doorway of the bathroom looking at my hand gripping my hardness. She was leaning against the door jam with a big smile on her face.
