“Thank you so much for letting me stay here for a while,” I say, setting my bags down in the kitchen. “It’s a real help while I’m between places.”
“Ohh, it’s nothing, really! We’ve been friends forever, my house is practically your house.” Aimee waves off my gratitude absent mindedly with the hand holding the knife, the other piling up vegetables for dinner.”
I’m looking forward to spending time with you all again, especially your daughter. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, where is she now?”
“Oh, she’s having a shower right now,” Aimee said, turning away to begin cutting.
“Oh, really? Perhaps I’ll go join her,” I smirk, watching her back for her reaction.
She blinks for a moment, the thought seeming to pass through one ear and out the other before she nods hesitantly. “That sounds like… a good idea,” she says vaguely, going back to cutting vegetables.
Stepping into the bathroom, I get a beautiful view of Sam’s bare body, water cascading off her curves. She turns as she hears the door close behind me, and smiles. “Hey! I haven’t seen you in ages!” She absent mindedly washes her hair, not hiding her pert breasts and seemingly unphased as I begin to strip bare in front of her.
“Yeah,” I tell her, peeling my clothes off and stepping into the shower alongside her, “I’ve been busy lately. But I promise you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me from now on!”
She giggles, her eyes focused on my face, not even noticing my turgid, thick shaft as though this were the most natural thing in the world. I lather up my hands and start scrubbing her shoulders clean, and she sighs in appreciation, turning her back to give me better access.
We exchange small talk as I scrub her back, my hands running up and down her sides as my half-hard cock grows stiffer and stiffer, brushing against her ass as it draws fully erect.
I pull her back against my chest as my hands wrap around her front, cupping her breasts and lathering them with soap as she tells me about her classes.
Her wet ass presses against my throbbing shaft, brushing and teasing against it as my soapy hands quest further down, carefully brushing around her labia. Unconsciously, she spreads her legs to give me better access, though I take care to restrain my touches to the outer edges of her sex.
Once my ministrations are complete she returns the favour, turning to face me and washing down my chest, her slender hands working their way down my body as we discuss our holiday plans. Her hands reach my waist, and she’s forced to acknowledge my raging erection as she giggles. wrapping one hand around the shaft. “I guess we should get this clean, huh?” she says, grinning as she gets down onto her knees, soaping up her hands and working them both up and down my shaft.
Her slick fingers glide up and down my cock as she grins up at me, simply happy to help get me clean. I lean back and bite my lip, groaning as she works one soapy palm around my head, the other firmly milking my shaft.
“The… don’t forget to clean my balls,” I moan, interrupting her chatter about… whatever it is girls are into these days.
“Oh! Sorry!” One hand carefully cups and lathers soap around my nuts as the other takes long, slow strokes cleaning up and down. She looks me in the eye, smiling as she picks the conversation right back up from where she’d left it. I zone out, my mind focusing on the building pressure in my balls, staring at her pretty face and her jiggling breasts as she angles my shaft towards her body causing the tip to move underneath her chin and stroke against her skin.
The explosion catches her off guard, her eyes popping open with surprise as my seed splashes against her neck. She giggles as it drips its way down her body, and slows her strokes, cleaning the last of the cum from my penis as she does so.
“All clean now?” she asks as she stands, heedless of the sperm still running down her tight body and trickling down her thighs.
“Yeah…yeah, thank you,” I tell her as I take a few moments to catch my breath. “Thanks for helping scrub me.”
“You’re welcome!” She smiles as she turns back into the shower to finish bathing, as though nothing unusual had happened.
As I step out of the bathroom, I almost run into her father, who looks at me askance. “Isn’t Sam in there?” he asks, the shower still going strong. “Yeah, she was helping me clean up,” I say offhandedly. A bemused frown wrinkles his face, and I can see his eyes glaze over for a moment before the creases ease slowly.”….Oh, okay.”
When Sam comes out, I admire how her nipples strain at her shirt for a few moments in the cooler air. It seems she hardly ever wears underwear inside the house now, though her parents seem unable to notice it. I settle down on the couch to watch some TV, and smile.
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