Darling Nikki

All characters are over 18 years of age.

“I knew a girl named Nikki

I guess you could say she was a sex friend

I met her in a hotel lobby

Masturbating with a magazine

She said, “How’d you like to waste some time?”

And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind”

“It’s Nicole, and stop being an asshole to me, Mr. Tate.” Nikki wasn’t a very big fan of my singing.

“Oh, I know your name.”

Boy did I know. For the past 6 or 7 years I had watched Nicole grow into a beautiful young woman. Quiet and reserved when she was young. More outgoing and boisterous when she reached 18, but as she matured, the temptress mellowed into what I can only describe as somewhat submissive.

She had gone from being the leader of her and my daughter’s cliché to the one that sat back and agreed with whatever anyone suggested or asked of her. In some strange way, it was very sexy to me.

Macy, my daughter, claimed that Nicole’s quietness was due to some daddy issues that stemmed from her parent’s bad break-up. I hoped that that wasn’t the case, because whenever we had a large gathering of people at our home, her age or mine, Nicole was always a stone’s throw away from me.

Nicole had become a part of our family. Her unexpected arrivals were not an uncommon occurrence. She had spent far too many nights in our home than I cared to count. She was clean, considerate and usually very pleasant to be around, so she was always welcome. Her dropping by became such a regular thing that it happened whenever she chose, even if Macy or my wife weren’t home. And that’s when things started to go south.

My wife and I both work hard. We have always worked. Not only does it pay the bills, it affords us some extra luxuries. One of those being our home. We live in a nice enough neighborhood with a very big lot. Country in the city my wife says. In our yard we have a very secluded patio and pool set-up. It keeps us private from prying eyes and it is private enough that we don’t bother the neighbors.

Our pool is large and heated, so we get a good 6 months out of it before we close it down for the winter, so it is the norm for one of us to be in it for a swim. Nicole being a part of the family, uses it at her free will. Even when everyone in the Tate family was at work. And like I said early, that’s where trouble started.

It was a warm day in mid-June. Both Macy and Ann had left for work and I headed over to the dealership for some non-routine service on my vehicle. They had told me that it would probably take the better part of a day, maybe a day and a half to get the parts and make the repairs, so I made the call and chose to work from home for a couple of days.

The shuttle dropped me off at the door and I went directly to work. A Skype meeting or 3 later, I was caught up in the full barrage of paperwork and calls. I could hear the outside noises of someone splashing and diving in the pool, but I didn’t pay that much attention to it. At one point, I heard the French doors of the patio open and the flushing of a toilet, followed by the fridge door closing. Nicole was very comfortable making herself at home.

My stomach growled sometime around 1:30pm and I called for a break in the action. Maybe grab some of last nights leftover lasagna and a cool beer. Time to fill the void.

I figured that while I was on break, I would go outside and talk with Nicole while I eat my snack. It was the normal thing to do. I had watched her walking around in far less than a bikini, so I didn’t think that it would be a big deal. I was wrong.

Nicole’s reddish hair was moving from side to side on the yellow cushioned lounger. I had always loved Nicole’s hair and the way she swooped it over her head from one side to the other in a messy, sexy toss or when she would randomly through it up in a loose bun, like she had no worries about how it looked.

I tried to get her attention, but there was no response. Maybe her music was too loud. It wasn’t until I got closer that I saw why. Her ears were plugged with a pair of Airbuds and her focus was on her Ipad.

Pornography in my opinion is fine. I mean I have watched and read it for many years, but I found it hard to believe that a sexy 19-year old, girl was interested in it. Yeah, I know, what a double standard that is. Unfair I suppose.

But the thing that surprised me the most was why her head was moving. It wasn’t to the beat of some unheard song. It was because of where her hand was.

A small green piece of cloth hung off of Nicole’s left leg and her other leg was spread wide open, giving her hand, full access to her pussy. I should have turned and ran, but I didn’t. Instead, I watched as her long fingers mauled at her wetness.

It may have been my imagination, or it may have been real, but I could swear that I heard squishy wet, watery noises as Nicole’s fingers plunged and rubbed at her hole. Her fingers worked her lips and clit like she was playing an instrument in a band. The fine reddish-brown hair that adorned the top of her mound was wet and matted.

There was no way for me to tell how long she had been at it, but when her free leg started an involuntary kicking motion, I knew that she was close. Now would have been the best chance for me to escape unnoticed, but when Nicole set down the Ipad and put her hand inside her top to cup her tit and squeeze her hardened nipple, I knew that I wanted to get closer. The closer that I got, the more in tune to what she was doing I was. I could hear the noises coming from her pussy. The noises coming from the sharp breaths that she was taking, and I swear to god that I could smell her. The smell of the sweet floral nectar that was oozing from her overworked pussy.

Nicole’s climax hit. She tensed up and her whole body did a shiver and shake. When she finally came down from that cloud, I watched in amazement as she put her dripping fingers to her lips. It was at that very moment that I knew I had to have her. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday.

With the Airpods still in tight and her lovemaking tools being rinsed by her tongue, I tried to make my getaway.

“Oh my god. Mr. Tate.” She had yanked her towel over her body and was looking right at me. “How…how long were you standing there?”

“Nicole. Sorry, no. I didn’t know that you were out here. And when I saw that you were sunbathing in the nude…naked…getting some sun. I turned around. Right away. I…I didn’t see anything.”

“Then why are you har…?” She was looking directly at my crotch. The fucking thing had a mind of its own, and it never failed to show interest, and today was the worst time for it to act up.

“I…well…I was walking out here…and must have been…”

“Oh my god. Did you see me masturbating?”

“Yes.” Fuck it. There was no way around it. It was perfectly normal and who was I to judge. I mean, if I could have gotten away from her, I would have been doing it at that moment. “But not for long.”

“Oh my god.”

“Nicole don’t be embarrassed. It’s a very normal thing. Honestly, there is no harm in it at all. No one will ever hear about it from me.”

“But you saw me naked.”

“Not really. You had your top on and your hand was covering your…your…down below.”

“Please, please don’t tell Mrs. Tate and Macy.”

“Never. No way. You have my word.” And she did. No matter what. I would come out on the losing end if that story ever leaked out.

Our paths didn’t cross for at least a week. And when they finally did, it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought that it would be. In fact, it was pretty much normal.

Macy had planned a week away at the end of June, to visit her aunt, so Nicole came over for dinner the night before. Ann made Chicken Caesar salads and I poured lots of wine. The girls laughed and talked long after the food had been put away.

When the time came, I kissed both Macy and Nicole on the tops of their heads as I bid them good night.

“I’ll see you in a week Princess. Behave yourself.”

“Oh, you’ll probably see me before then Mr. T. It’s supposed to be hot the next few days, so I’ll be hanging out by the pool.”

“Figured as much Nic, but I meant Macy. Night girls.” I let my hand drag across her shoulders, gently pulling her hair as my finger wove through it.

The days got longer and longer, until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was Thursday. Nicole knew that Ann had her book club meeting every Thursday. Dinner, wine and reading. She never came home before 10:00pm. If she was going to give a repeat performance, today would be the best day for it.

“Bill, I’m out of here of the day. I left the Murphy file at my house, so if anyone needs me, redirect them to my cell.”

“Sure thing Mr. Tate. Sorry, Mr. Rob…Rob.”

Bill wasn’t the best assistant that I’d ever had, but he was loyal.

Staying at the office was the smart thing to do. It was the safest bet, but sometimes you have to bet on the long shot.

This long shot paid off.

Nicole was sunning in the backyard. Her chair was pulled into a different position. She was facing the house. There would be no way that she could miss me if I came outside.

Stunning. She was absolutely stunning. Her hair was pull back and away from her face. It was held back by a black headband. On her wrist was an Apple watch, and on her ankle, a gold chain glimmered in the light. Those were the only things on her body.

A ball of white lay on the chair beside her. Her swimsuit, no doubt. It was near the blue and white striped towel she had taken from our supplies. The temp outside was hovering around 83 degrees. Hot enough for a cold drink.

Speed was my best friend. I raced up to change, then grabbed 2 glasses and a bottle of chilled Whispering Angel Rose. I opened the door to see if she would scramble. She didn’t.

“Hey Mr. T., home early?”

“Hey beautiful. Yeah, quiet day. Thought I’d grab some sun. Wine?” I asked, showing her the chilled bottle in my hand.

“Please. You okay with me being here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

I poured both glasses and handed her one.

“Uncomfortable, not a chance. Actually, I enjoy the view.”

“That’s a shame, because it’s time for me to turn over.”

“Well, Nic, I enjoy that view as well.”

Her ample perky titties disappeared from my view as did her tuff of fine hair, but I was treated to a view of her long smooth back and legs, and that tight little ass.

“Mr. T., can you do my back. I can’t reach.” In her hand was a tube of a sunscreen that I’d never seen before.

“Sure. Lots or little.”

“Not lots but rub it in good.”

My hands started on her shoulders, arms and back. It was half sunscreen application, half massage. When I was finished with her upper half, I moved down to her feet and moved up. Up until my fingers were working lotion into the meat of thighs.

“Can you put a little on my butt? I don’t want it to burn.

Acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I did. I worked her hard ass the same way that I had her back and legs. Using my hands and fingers to work in the moisture, I ran my thumbs between the crack of her butt. Spreading cheeks just enough not to cause concern, yet far enough to give me a look. Task complete, I slapped her ass hard enough to make it jiggled.

“Hey.”

“Hey what? Just wanted to let you know that I was done.”

“That was so good, you almost put me to sleep.”

“Then it wasn’t that good. Wouldn’t want you falling to sleep on me.

The seduction was on, but who was trying to seduce who?

I swam for a while and gave her some space. After about 30 minutes she had rolled back over onto her back and gave herself another light rub of lotion. If I were guessing, I’d say that it was more for my benefit then sun safety.

“More wine?”

“Please.” She stared at me while I filled her glass. She was on the edge of asking me something. At first, I didn’t think she would, but it happened. Mr. Tate, do you think I’m cute?”

“I don’t know Nicole. Cute is a very vague, kinda blanket word. Bunnies and puppies are cute. There was a time when you were cute, but you’ve grown out of that stage. You have definitely moved into the “beautiful” category.”

Her skin turned a bright shade of red and it had nothing to do with the sun. Score one for the good guys.

My daughter’s best friend joined me for a BBQ. Nothing fancy, just burgers and a salad, but the conversation was good. The bikini was re-installed on her lean frame, which kept me from being distracted and burned by the natural gas flames. And by 9:00pm, Nicole said that she would be heading home.

“You need a ride?”

“Nope. I’m gonna walk.”

I watched her every step until she faded into the darkness and out of my sight. I was so horny that I could hardly wait until Ann got home.

Making the hard decision, I fell to the dark side. Thursdays became my work from home day for the rest of the summer. It was Ann’s long day, and she loved it. And Macy was working the summer in payroll, so she never missed a Thursday at her internship.

Sadly, I spent the next Thursday alone. No visitors. No sign of anyone.

Over the weekend Nicole stayed at our home. She and Macy spent most of their time outside or when they were in the house, Macy’s room. There was some mild flirtation, but nothing that would have stood out as being, over the top.

From her came, stray looks when getting a glass of water. Seductive tongue and lip movements when eating or drinking. Random bends at the waist when picking up a dropped towel by the pool. Small but noticeable because she always watched to see if I was watching.

From me came the usual. Light hugs and kisses to the head when going to bed. But I ramped up the light touches. Placing my hand on her shoulder or lower back when we were talking, or she was showing me something. And when we were close enough, my thigh always found itself resting against hers.

It was all pretty innocent until Saturday night. I was watching some late-night television when I noticed a dark shadow of Nicole walking by the den. She was dressed in a t-shirt and only a t-shirt. It was long enough to cover her butt, but just barely. She was headed toward the kitchen for a drink or a snack. Temptation got the best of me and I followed.

Bent over with just the light from within the fridge, I could see the outline of her perfect ass and the line of her silky slit.

I was instantly hard. She knew what she was doing and that I was still up. Even if I hadn’t followed her. She knew that I was close by.

The orange juice container pressed to her lips as she took a drink without using a glass. Pulling it away from her mouth, she used the back of her hand to wipe away any of the remaining moisture. Looking at me, she didn’t say a word, but extended her arm and offered me a drink. Not to be out done. I took a drink from the same jug that had just been on her lips.

“Too much red wine. I’m so dry.” Taking it back from me, she had another drink and returned the jug to the coolness of the refrigerator. Turning to me, she stood on her tippy toes and kissed me on the lips. “Night, Mr.Tate.” It was short and non-lingering, but it was a kiss.

My expectations for the upcoming Thursday soared through the roof, but like many of the best laid plans, nothing happened.

Restless anticipation ruined my sleep, and if a had been smart enough to look at a weather forecast, I would have got a better night of sleep. Thursday was a wet day. Lots of rain, accompanied by some thunder and lightning. No one would be spending any time by the pool today, so I went into the office.

“Rob Tate.”

“Hey baby.” Ann rarely called me at the office.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I need a favor.”

“Name it.”

“I need you to stop at Super Liquor and Party City on your way home. I would like you to pick-up my orders for the weekend.”

“Weekend?”

“Oh my god, Rob.” By her tone I knew that I should know that something was going on. “It’s Mel’s shower on the weekend. So, you have to be gone. Get a round in or something.”

“Baby shower?”

“Jesus Christ. No, bridal.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“Try because I told you…10 times.” Yeah, a definite tone. “Can you get the stuff or not?”

“Don’t worry I’ll get everything, but I hope to hell that there’s a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle in the order that I pick-up.”

“You’re paying for it baby, so buy whatever you want. Love ya.” The phone went dead.

Absolute bullshit. Why is it that when women have a surprise party for someone, it’s always their husbands that are surprised by the amount of work that they have to do to get ready for the event.

Cut the grass. Check. Wash all the patio furniture and get out the spare tables and chairs. Check. Make sure the spares are clean. Check. Vacuum the pool and make sure it’s ready in the case that anyone wants to swim. Check. Ice. Get a couple of 50-pound bags. Check. The list was longer, but fuck it, I checked everything off as done.

I really should have paid more attention to the details of the party. Our foursome teed off just before 8:00am and my buddy dropped me curbed side, just after 1:00pm. Girls were still arriving.

“You havin’ a party that I’m not invited to Robby?”

“Yeah, one that I’m not invited to either. See you Tuesday night?”

“We’re only doin 9 right?”

“Let’s play it by ear.”

Trying my best to stay out of sight, I put my clubs in the garage and snuck into the house. The coast was clear. I made a quick stop in my bedroom for a shower, then on to safety of my office.

As the minutes turned into hours, I could hear the “bridal” shower going in full force. Screams of laughter as gifts were opened and games were played. Well at least they were having fun, and it was the perfect day for it.

I normally don’t work on Sunday’s. Not out of any religious belief, but sheerly due to the fact that it is one of my days off and I like to unwind. Yet there I was finishing my second drink, and third file since I got home.

Bourbon on a Sunday afternoon isn’t my normal drink, but it was a special occasion after all.

When I pulled my fourth file, I poured my third drink and hit play on my stereo. Lana Del Ray’s “Ride” came on mid song. Her voice accompanied by the sounds of all the women just out my door was enough to make me hard.

At first, I thought that I was hearing things, but when I heard the knock a second and third time, I was certain someone was outside my office door.

“Bathrooms are down the hall.” Another knock. I was about to yell again, but for some reason, I opened the door. “Nicole.”

“Hey, Mr. Tate. Thought that you might be hungry working away in here all by yourself, so I made you a plate.”

Her hands held out in front of her, Nicole showed me a plate of salads and cold cuts. The basics for a bridal shower. My hand gestured for her to enter. Closing and relocking the door, it was the very first time that Nicole and I had ever been alone in my office.

“That was very kind of you.” I took the plate and set it on the desk. “So, how’s it going out there?”

“Not bad, I guess. I don’t know a lot of Mel’s friends, so I’m helping out with serving drinks and stuff. I would have brought you a wine spritzer, but it looks like you have that taken care of.” Pointing at my drink.

“Yeah, a bit of Kentucky’s finest. You look very nice today.” Her hair was up in one of her famous loose buns, with random strands of her red locks falling down over and onto her shoulders. She had on a white flowing skirt and a black camisole style top with strings that tied the front together, held her ample cleavage. The 2 pieces of clothing didn’t meet. They left enough room for me to see the skin of her stomach and her exposed belly button. The open jean jacket with some kind leopard print, could be closed to cover her belly any time that she wanted, but she left it open. It was a very sexy look. Well put together.

“Just today?”

“Just today, what?”

“That I look “very nice”. I thought that maybe you thought I “looked nice”, all the time.” My answer was one that could get me in a bind.

“I’ve told you before Nicole, you’re a very beautiful girl. The kind of girl that could get a married man in a lot of trouble.”

“How so?”

“Playing naïve doesn’t become you. Being alone in the house with me is fairly normal due to the fact that you practically live here sometimes, but being alone with me in my office with the door locked, isn’t.”

“Why, do you think something might happen?”

“It wouldn’t surprise after what happened…” I stopped myself.

“After what happened?”

Her coyness was a turn on for me. Was it the drink? Was it the fact that I was horny? Unsure which, I told her what was on my mind.

“After you were a bad girl and sunbathed nude in my backyard. That in itself was enough to get us both into some deep shit, but you took it a step further by getting me to put lotion on you.”

“It didn’t appear that you were complaining much. And you just did my back.”

“And your naked ass.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot that part.”

“Thanks, I guess it was forgettable.”

“No, I meant…well maybe I didn’t forget.” She crossed her legs, putting the top of her right foot on her left calve. It was time for her to go.

“Thanks for the snack.”

I started for the door, but Nicole sat on the corner of my desk and playfully raised her skirt.

“Are you nervous Mr. Tate?”

“No, so stopped being a little tease.” I pulled her by the hand and guided her toward the doorway.

“You look nervous.”

“You’re the one that should be nervous. Alone with a married man.

“Yeah, but we both know that you won’t act on it.”

I couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something inside of me snapped. I pushed Nicole up against the dark oak frame of the door and the nearby wall. With one of her arms pinned between us, I pressed my body against hers. There was no chance that she couldn’t feel my hardness rubbing on her leg.

My lips found the nape of her neck. My nose burrowed into the floral fragrance of her perfume.

Lifting my head, I moved so that my lips were touching the warmth of her earlobe as I spoke.

“You like that, you little tease.” My free hand roaming over her hip. “Who’s nervous now?”

I pulled her tiny earring into my mouth and sucked it along with the lobe to which it was attached. A low moan escape Nicole. It was a surprise to her, as well as me.

Holding her right arm behind with my left, I used my free hand to run wild. I traced the outline of her camisole and the lacy bra that lay beneath it. Never really cupping or grabbing her breast, just letting her know that I could do so if I wanted.

“You like that?” Her head shook from side to side. A whispered “No.” came out of her sweet mouth.

“Why’s that, is it because you’re nervous?” The same head shake and another “no”.

Risking it all, I moved my hand down and over the soft flat skin of her belly. Using my hand to pull her back and tight against me, my lips continued their work on her neck and ear.

“I…I, should go.”

“Stay. I think that you should finish what you started.”

My nose buried itself into her soft reddish hair as I lowered my hand down under the elastic waistband of her skirt. I could hear the increase in Nicole’s breathing. The short puffs of air were coming at a feverish rate.

Bravery or stupidity? Whichever it was, I made another move. I slid the flat palm of my hand down until the tips of my fingers felt the soft short curls on her pubic mound.

“No panties. My, my, Nicole, what a bad girl you are.”

The tips of my fingers were so close to the goal line, that I could feel the heat raising up and out of her pussy.

“Is this what you want? You want me to use my fingers on you. Use them just like you do with your own`?’

“Ohhh.” A small tremor shook her body.

“That’s right. If you like that, wait until I put them in you.”

Her head shook “no” once again, but it didn’t deter me. The tip of my middle finger found the split of her lips and started moving further downward, and it was greeted by Nicole’s hard clit and a squeal.

The wetness of Nicole’s meaty lips surrounded my fingers. It was heavenly. Working her clit with my thumb, I rubbed at her smoldering gap. Involuntarily her legs parted to give me better access to her hidden treasures. Taking the opportunity provided, I curled my middle up and into her tight wet hole.

“Fuuuuuck.”

“Shhhhhh. You don’t want Macy to catch you with her daddy’s fingers up your pussy, do you?”

As I spoke, she started bucking her pelvis forward.

“You like that baby. You like someone else’s fingers in your pussy? Does it feel different then when you do it?”

Nods, but no words. Nicole nodded yes to indicate that she liked my fingers, and probably that it felt different. I thought that I could have continued doing this all day, but it wasn’t to be. Nicole’s hips started to buck against my hand with increased speed. Her arm pulled free from the hold that I had on it, and she grabbed ahold of the hand that was buried in her pussy. Her hips thrust forward as if she was fucking herself with my hand. The pussy that was once warm and moist, was now burning up and soaked.

“Cum for me you little tease. Show me that you like it. Ride those fingers. Cum all over Macy’s daddy’s hand.”

“Yessssssss.” Her voice sounded like a hiss as she came on my fingers.

When her hips finally stopped bucking, her leg lowered back to the floor, trying to clamp my hand between her legs.

Pulling my soaked fingers free, I lifted them to her mouth.

“Taste”

Not a chance. Her head thrashed from side to side. “No.” I wasn’t sure why, because I knew that she liked to taste herself.

“You’re tasting it one way or another. Either from my fingers or my tongue.” She didn’t move.

It was the same sweet smell that I swore I could smell when I caught her by the pool, only it tasted much better. My lips and tongue greedily sucked clean the digits that had just came from her pussy. Working around the liquid, I wanted to be sure that when I kissed my daughter’s friend, she could taste herself on my lips and tongue.

Red with lipstick, her lips mashed against mine. For someone that was reluctant to taste herself, her tongue dove deep into my mouth.

My hand worked at releasing myself from my shorts. My cock wanted freedom. It wanted to be out in the open, only to be pushed into her hot wet cavern.

Common sense had been thrown out the window, and the only thing that stopped us were the external noises from outside my door..

The slamming of a door and the voices of 2 unknown women on the other side of my locked office snapped us out of our sexual trance.

Nicole fixed her top and checked her skirt. When she started to open the door, I put my foot against it. My hand slithered up her leg and touched her wetness.

“Spread.” She shook her head “No”. “Spread them.” Giving in, I was able to wet my fingers.

When I pulled my hand out from under her skirt, I put it to my mouth.

“So good. You taste so good Darling Nikki. Thanks for lunch baby.” Nicole smiled and called me a “pig”. “I’ll see you Thursday.”

“I’m not sure if I can make it.” I removed my foot from in front of the door. Nicole checked to see if the coast was clear.

Before she left, I said, “Oh, you’ll be here.”

Here wasn’t any sense in opening the fourth file. I was done for the day. I sat behind my locked door reflecting on what had happened and dreamed of what lay ahead.

Anticipation fucking near killed me. Ann wasn’t interested in sex and jerking off never became a reality. I couldn’t wait until Thursday.

When the sun peeked its head into the room, I was ready for the day. I got in a short but invigorating jog. Made breakfast and had a shower. I dressed for working at home. A simple golf shirt and a pair of casual shorts. Nothing that would seem out of place.

Macy and Ann were long gone by the time I headed to my office. This time, I left the door wide open. The invitation was there.

Today was the day. I could feel it in the air. I knew that it was going to happen. I just didn’t know when.

Work sometimes has a way of getting in the way of a good time and before I knew what was happening, I was logged into a conference call with some of the overseas business partners. Time slipped past and before long it was nearing noon.

Small hints like cupboard doors closing. The sound of the fridge alarm because it had been held open too long. The microwave binging. All let me know that Nicole was in the house.

Ending the call as soon as I could, I logged off of my computer and made my way to her.

Nicole was standing behind the kitchen island. Her hair was tossed back in a wet heap and her piercing blue eyes, stared at me as I entered the room.

“Hey beautiful.” A toasted sandwich was lifted to her lips. I watched as she seductively bit into the bread, meat and cheese. “Miss me?” She smiled but said “No”.

I was in the mood for playing games. Rounding the island, I stopped when I was just behind her. There was a small puddle of water where she stood.

“Either you’re lying about missing me, or that’s pool water all over the tiles.” Nicole said nothing, but her eyes never left me. “Nice bikini, is it new?” Her head nodded “yes”.

Black and white stripes. It looked like something out of an old surf movie. The material was succeeding in accentuating the curve of her hips and her breasts.

I put mt finger under the shoulder strap and pull it down under the cloth until it reached the top of her breast. A soft moan escaped her, and her nipples hardened. But the sexiest thing was Nicole’s innocent blush when the back of my hand brushed the material on the side of her boob.

Very nice. Very nice indeed.

“Can I interest you in a glass of wine?” Again, only a nod. Nicole looked almost disappointed as my hands left her body. Her piercing blue eyes never left me as I filled the 2 glasses and put them on the stone countertop.

Her hand shook visibly as it moved to pick up her wine. Know that it was my chance to catch her off guard once again, I touched the front clasp that was holding the top part of her bathing suit together.

“May I?”

I almost came in my pants when she bit her puffy bottom lip between her teeth and nodded “yes”.

The bikini material was soft and wet, but I had zero interest in it. What had gathered all of my attention, was hiding beneath it.

With a slight twist of my wrist, the clasp popped open, and Nicole’s beautiful breasts popped into my view. They were spectacular. The perfect size. Her nipples were rock hard with anticipation, and I did not want to disappoint them.

Wrapping my lips over one, my hand cupped the other. I suckled and lightly squeezed each of my new friends. I was amazed as I pulled and moved her hard nipples and they just snapped back into place, as if they were made of elastic. I honestly could have played with them for hours, but both Nicole and me, had other plans and other expectations.

Lowering to my knees, I pulled at her bottoms. The material slid easily down her silky, I would guess, freshly shaved legs. Kissing her belly, Nicole giggled at my touch. They were giggles now, but I hoped that I could turn them into moans and groans of extasy.

When I looked down at her crotch, I couldn’t help but smile. There was still pubic hair, but it had been trimmed down to a short, well-groomed patch.

Holding her still wet suit bottom in my hand, I brought it to my face. There it was. The smell that I was now in love with. I had smelled it when I found Nicole playing with herself, then again when I pleasured her with my hand, and now it was on the tip of my nose. I hadn’t washed my hand for 3 hours after Nicole had left my office on Sunday. I wonder how long I would be able to go without washing my face after today.

“Up.” I put my hands under her arm pits and lifted her naked ass up onto the cool granite countertop. My hand gently pushed her back.

With her feet planted firmly on the rock slab, her legs and lips were spread wide open before me. It was my very first unimpeded view of her little pink butterfly and I wasn’t about to waste any time enjoying every aspect of it.

On Sunday I had thought that Nicole’s flavor might be the greatest thing that I had ever tasted, and that was only with me licking her juices off of my own fingers. But right here, right now, with my tongue buried in the source, I was certain of it. It was fantastic.

Sweet girl cum was oozing out of her, causing my mouth to fill. Slowly I worked my tongue up and down Nicole’s meaty lips and slit. Even for a younger lover, Nicole was very in tune with her body. It was easy to tell what she liked, just by the way she moved and the sounds that came from within her. The “oh’s and ah’s” let me know what to continue with. As I worked her hard crinkled clit, I tried to remember when the last time I had gone down on a 19-year-old, was. Hell, it wasn’t Ann. We had met in college. We were both around 21 at the time. It had to have been…someone, but I didn’t remember it ever being this good.

My tongue worked its magic, but my lips had trouble keeping up with the juices. A small puddle was gathering on the countertop under her fine ass, and this time, I was sure that it wasn’t pool water.

The more that I licked and sucked, the closer she got. I wanted to edge her, just a bit, I wanted to spend more time pressing the flat of my tongue onto the length of her slit. I wanted to burrow it as far up her hole as I could. I wanted to nibble at her hard, crinkled, nub of a clit and run my fingers over her puckered little asshole, but I was far too selfish. I wanted to, but no, I needed to, be in her. So, selfishly, I focused on finishing her off. I pushed 2 fingers into her tightness, curled them up to rub her G-spot and ramped up the speed that my tongue flicked her clit.

As my fingers moved in and out like tiny pistons, Nicole wrapped her fingers in my hair, and puledl my face against her wetness, then screamed out an odd assortment of noises. It was incoherent. More sounds than words, but nevertheless it was a scream.

I continued until the movements that were once pulling my head forward, were now pushing it away. Nicole was reeling, and needed a rest.

Picking her up off the kitchen island, I carried her toward the den.

“Upstairs.” Her first word to me in a very long time scared me.

“Where?”

“The spare room?”

“Why there?”

“Because…that’s where I fantasize that you come to visit me, on the nights that I stay over.”

Fair enough. I wanted to take the stairs 2 at a time, but I played it safe. I wasn’t going to rush what was coming next.

With my precious cargo laying on the soft comforter. I stared greedily at her naked body. It was looking comfortable and ready as it blended into the soft white background of the bedding.

Nicole had saw me with my shirt off many, many times. But today was different. Today there was a longing in her eyes as I pulled my golf shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor next to the bed.

The cotton material of my shorts and its thin material did little, if anything, to hide my excitement. I knew that Nicole was transfixed on my bulge. Her eyes hadn’t left it. Undoing my belt, button and zipper, I let the shorts fall to the floor.

“Do you want to do it?”

Her head shook from side to side as her hands clenched the soft comforter and pulled it closer to her body. She was waiting, but she was too nervous to move.

Hooking my thumbs under the elastic waist band of my Calvin Klein’s, I eased them to the floor, and crawled into bed beside her.

My lips met her as what would be our first naked kiss. I tried to pull Nicole’s naked body close to me, but she was stiff and unmoving.

“Is everything okay, baby?”

“No…yes…it’s…it’s…well…now I know why Mrs. Tate makes all that noise when you guys are having sex.”

“It will be alright, I promise.”

Our kisses were not that of a couple that were accustomed to one another. Instead, they were rigid and tentative. It would appear that we were both a bit nervous.

I wasn’t going to rush, nor was I about to do anything until my sexy lover was comfortable with it.

Nicole parted her lips and joined me in exploring. Our tongues danced a slow wet tango. I heard a soft moan and knew that she was becoming more receptive to what was going to happen.

Laying on my side facing her, I ran my fingers through her soft reddish hair. Curling my fingers just so that I could hug it a little. When I finally let go, my finger traced lines over her cheek and neck until it reached her shoulder. Using the flat surface of my palm, I rubbed in an almost massaging motion down her shoulder and back until I cupped the firm cheek of her ass. Wedging my fingers into the fine crack, I pulled her closer and moved my mouth to her neck.

The smooth skin of her leg felt great as it wrapped itself over me. Nicole had loosened up enough to lift her leg and make contact. I wasn’t sure if she was aware how much access she was giving me to her treasures.

Releasing the bite that my teeth had on her neck. I started using my fingertips to toy with her bum hole and dangling pussy lips.

If I had to reach before, I didn’t have need to anymore. Nicole had moved close enough to me that our bodies were now molded together. In fact, the leg that was once just laying over me, was now pulling me in.

Squeezing her ass while my fingers toyed with her, had Nicole panting. Short gasps for breaths and soft moans of pleasure.

“You like that baby?”

“Um hmm.”

“Tell me.”

“I like it.” Her voice was that of a purring kitten.

“Do you want me?”

“Yesssssssss.” was followed by a moan as my thumb applied pressure to her puckered ass and my middle finger spread her lips and sank into her wetness.

“Then tell me.”

“I want you.”

“No. Tell me what you want me to do.” I moved my finger in and out of her tight little pussy, trying to tease her into answering.

“I want…I want you…to fuck me.”

Music to my ears. Never in my life would I have dreamt that I would have heard those words from any of my daughter’s friends, yet there I was.

Nicole had rolled to her back and pulled her feet toward her butt. I knew what she wanted, but I had all the time in the world. Lifting her leg, I kissed the bottom of her foot and licked one of her toes. The sweet giggle made me smile as I kissed my way down her smooth silky leg. Her tiny giggles turned my moans as my lips and mouth found the flesh of her thigh and inched higher until they came to rest on her vagina.

When we were ready to join together as one, there would be no need for lubrication. Nicole was soaked. Her thick juices coated her and my tongue. I licked and sucked just enough to satiate my need to taste her. When I could finally pull myself to move up, I twirled my tongue around to outside of her bellybutton, causing her body to shake with small giggles.

Finally, back to where our day had started, I alternated nibbles, licks and sucks on Nicole’s ample breasts. They were beautifully perched on her chest. If I wasn’t at my peak of hardness, they alone would have caused me to be so. Moving up to my final destination, I looked into her sparkling eyes.

“Are you sure?”

Her head nodded, and she placed her hand behind my head, pulling my face to hers.

The mushroom head of my cock touched the wetness of her pussy for the very first time. I felt Nicole’s tiny fingers wrap around my girth as she dragged me through her trench, lubing me up for entry.

With a soft pop, I was in. As they say, it was just the tip, but I was in.

Nicole lifted beneath me. Her head came up off the pillows so that our lips touched, and her hips pushed up off the mattress so that I could put more of myself into her.