I have watched Tina grow up for some 20 years now. Blossoming from a gawky tit-less fourteen year old into a full blown buxom beauty, size 18 with a 36"dd bust to die for. I had moved in with her mother, Lisa, but didn't see much of Tina because she lived with her grandmother as she and her mum didn't get on - she was at an awkward, rebellious stage and the arrangement suited everyone. It suited me as I didn't really want the kid around while I was screwing her mum.
Tina did call around from time to time and sometimes had a shower and so I did get the occasional glimpse of her half-naked butt but, frankly, there was nothing worth looking at.
But time passes and, as the years rolled on, Tina grew up into the voluptuous woman she is today. She got married in the process about seven years ago and is now starting to consider starting a family before she is too old. Tina and Lisa have grown closer over the years to the extent that Tina and her husband, Rod, come on holiday with us quite regularly.
Tina is a sun-worshipper and is quite happy to go topless - and I'm quite happy to go along with that. And I have the photos to prove it - thank God for digital photography. Many's the time I have brought up on screen the photos I have sneaked of her stretched out on a sunlounger, tits proudly jutting crowned with a truly magnificent set of nipples and legs apart - but never quite apart enough to show off the juicy crack that I know must be hiding behind the gusset of her bikini bottom.
A few weeks ago we were talking about our next trip to the sun-soaked Med and she said, "I'll be going topless again if you don't mind."
"I'll be interested in seeing them again," I purred in what I hoped was a non-threatening manner, "just so I can see how droopy you have become."
Over the years Tina and I have also grown close. Partly because I indulge her I suppose since everyone else seems to be criticising her for her spending - excessive - her taste in clothes - think Pippy Longstocking on a bad day - her hairdressing bills - why wait until the hair grows if you can have extensions?
I take Tina for lunch from time to time on condition that she dresses like a slut (at my age I need to be seen about town with a woman thirty years my junior) and she never lets me down. Anyhow off we all troop to the Med. As usual we had rented a villa with a pool. So much more convenient than staying in an hotel and because my wife doesn't like seeing people unless she has had the chance to get herself properly done up the villa suits her down to the ground too.
We soon settled in with Tina making the most of the 90 degree temperatures and me lurking in the shade - I really don't appreciate too much of the sun. Lisa and Rod are the domesticated sides of the relationships so they would be the ones who went off down to the local supermarket to stock up on the necessaries of life leaving Tina and I to our own devices. That arrangement suited us all - particularly me because Tina was so relaxed in my presence she never tried to cover herself up in any way at all and I was welcome to apply the sun lotion to her back if I wished.
I insisted that she was 'basted' every fifteen minutes and I was very careful to oil her properly and I took great care to oil all the way down her broad back, going as much around the sides towards her breasts as I felt I could get away with, usually just about where they started to swell out her body. I took great pleasure in doing the backs of her legs and her feet and, again I got as far up her inner thighs as I could without invading her slit which I could feel hot under my touch as I grazed her 'accidentally' with the backs of my knuckles.
Lisa and Rod were usually away about an hour on the shopping trips so in between oiling and ogling Tina I would try to read or would try to get a decent photo of the surrounding country which included a magnificent old castle. In the course of wandering around I realised that I could get a good shot of the castle if Tina would lie on her back and than bend one of her legs at the knee so that it formed an inverted 'V' through which I could frame the castle. I suggested this to her and, being the friendly girl that she is, she was happy to co-operate. I can't tell you of the thrill that surged through my loins as she lay flat on her back and invited me to put her in any position I liked.
I was perfectly happy with the position she was in as I leaned over her with my face just inches above those magnificent breasts that glistened with the oil that she had applied to herself - how I wished I could be the one who oiled her front as well as her back, how I would have applied the oil in a gentle film across her throat, and shoulders before easing down to her breasts. I would have started with her right breast and poured a few drops of oil into the palm of my hand before starting to gently rub the oil all over the breast using the palm of my hand to oil and tease the nipple with a circular motion so that it would swell beneath my touch. I would then use more oil to treat the valley between her breasts before I started to give the left breast my undivided attention. I would then stand back to admire my work and to drink in the sight of her rampant nipples that would, by now, be begging to be sucked and kissed. Sadly this was all in my mind for now.
But back to photography! Having got Tina on her back I manoeuvred her right leg to a bend at the knee position with her heel resting on the sunlounger then stepped away to squint through my viewfinder to see if the castle was suitable framed. I did, I suppose, take rather a long time getting her leg in position and the feel of her warm skin under my touch sent the blood pounding in my temples and I hoped that she would not notice the bulge appearing in my shorts. The photos having been taken - they are bound to be blurred as I could hardly operate the camera for handshake through the lustful thoughts that were racing through my mind - Lisa sat up to have a cigarette and I sat by her as close as I could.
Just then one of the short sharp Mediterranean thunderstorms broke out and the air chilled and the rain came down like stair-rods. We hastily picked up our bits and pieces and headed for the villa's kitchen. I had picked up the large towel Tina had been lying on and when we reached shelter I dabbed at her hair and then, tentatively, over her body from the shoulders down, down, dab, dab, over her breasts towards her belly. To my suprise she shivered slightly and then moved in towards me until she was pressed right up against me with my hand trapped between us just above the top of her bikini bottom - and it was a low slung bikini. I could feel her breasts against my chest and I could feel that her nipples were hard, and getting harder.
Letting go of the towel I wriggled my fingers against her belly and my free hand crept around the back of her neck and pulled her head towards me. I kissed her on the forehead and then on each eye in turn before moving down to her explore her lips. They were soft and warm and I kissed her. Gently at first and then with ever increasing firmness as I gauged her response and knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was. My tongue flicked over her lips and they parted after a momentary hesitation and our tongues met and started to taste each other in earnest. It's a pity she is a smoker but I soon forget that as the urgency of our tongues twining increased until I felt that she was swallowing me up.