Lindy's movements became faster and faster, her slippery fingertips caressing her clit with abandon. Every now and then a hand would find its way back to her breasts, and tweak a nipple before returning to slide between her widely parted thighs.

Dinner was great. The wine was wonderful. The company was exceptional.

I'd known Dave for years. We were both amateur radio nuts, and used each other for regular Morse code practice, but until tonight we'd never met. My company had sent me out of town for work, and I was able to arrange an extra night away. Dave insisted I stay at his house. I had to admit to some curiosity, and accepted without thinking about it too much.

Dave was ten years older than me. I knew this quite accurately, because it happened that our birthdays matched. It's tough to have a party on the radio, but we tried as hard as we could to catch up with each other on the day.

I guess that's all we had in common though. Margaret had trapped Dave years back, and he'd gone along with the plan, and married her. They already had a little girl the first time Dave talked to me. Well, maybe a big girl, I guess. I'd spoken to her on the radio a couple of times, but it's impossible to tell on the air. It didn't seem that was so very long ago, but somehow tonight their little girl was all grown up. Mostly anyway. I hadn't even managed a stable relationship in all this time, and they'd grown themselves an actual family.

I thought, before showing up, that I wouldn't like them much. Not Dave, I don't mean, but his harem. Most guys I'd met on the radio were married to battle-axes of various sorts, and I'd assumed Marg would begrudge the time Dave spent on the air. I was wrong. She was charming, and I could see how Dave fell for her.

Lindy was an intelligent, pretty young woman with a mischievous glint in her eye. I couldn't quite work out whether I should treat her like a girl or a woman, and Marg confided at some point that they were having the same problem. She was growing up, and they were having trouble keeping up with the changes. The thing is, I liked her smart mouth, and the mischief. I liked the way she answered questions, or just grinned, and incriminated herself on the spot.

After dinner, I insisted on helping clean up the mess, and Lindy took me at my word. Turns out it was her turn to do the dishes, and any help was most welcome. I confess to enjoying the whole process, being picked on by Lindy whenever I didn't know where something went, and both of us being cheeky, but getting the work done.

Dave and Marg left us to it. They ran a business from home, and needed to get a couple of things done before morning, so I insisted they get it out of the way, and then we could open the port I'd brought with me.

After the dishes, Lindy disappeared to her room after thanking me for assisting her, poking her tongue out at me when she thought Dave wasn't looking, and stomping up the stairs in pretend grumpiness when he caught her. Everyone was laughing, and that was without the port.

Marg got me to grab my bag, and dragged me upstairs to show me my room before we relaxed. That way, she told me, everyone could head to bed whenever they wanted, or just fall asleep on the sofa. Apparently Dave did this on a regular basis. Marg never woke him up. Said it served him right.

The guest room in their big house included its own private bathroom, and Marg insisted that I could take a bath or shower any time, even late at night. There was plenty of water, and the rooms were well sound-proofed. I had to admit to liking the idea. It had been a long day.

It was another couple of hours before I thought about the shower again. The port had been wonderful, as is almost always the case with good company, and the three of us sat around telling stories like we'd known each other for years. I really liked these people. Marg was very funny, and Dave was the perfect foil for her witty tales.

We took care of the whole bottle of port, and then Dave pulled out some he had stored in his cabinet, and we polished off that half bottle as well. By then, we were all a little silly, and Dave was almost unable to walk. Marg told me she hoped I didn't mind, but that she was going to take him to bed now, and molest him while he was unable to resist. Dave wasn't remotely reluctant, and I watched the two of them stumble up the stairs, giggling all the way, after Marg having kissed me on the cheek. She had also insisted that I stay down here as long as I wanted, and to help myself to anything I found, but I decided that I'd had enough too, and that it would be easier to climb the stairs now than to fall asleep here.

I turned off the television, the lights, and the heating, took the glasses through to the kitchen, and followed them up the stairs. I couldn't hear a sound, so I guess Marg was right about the soundproofing, or they'd both fallen asleep already.

When I got to my room, I remembered about the shower, but decided I was too tired. Pulling my shoes off, I sat on the bed, and tried to remember what time my flight was the next morning. My mind was too muddled, but I knew it wasn't early, so I forgot about it, pulled the rest of my clothes off, and climbed on the bed.

I might have been tired, but I wasn't sleepy now, and I lay there, in the warm night, with just the light from the open bathroom door, wearing nothing, and thinking random bedtime thoughts. Like how lucky Dave was to have Marg to molest him, and about the girl I'd been seeing at home until the previous week, and even how sexy Lindy looked, appropriate or not.

Soon enough, thought had been replaced with action, and I was lying on my back, my hard cock in my hand. I was stroking it carelessly when the door opened, spilling a little more light into the room. I sat up and stopped, grabbing a blanket to throw over myself as I peered into the light.

It was Lindy. I was surprised, but not as much as I should have been. I had thought it was Marg, and I'm not sure if I was relieved or not.

She walked through the door and closed it behind herself, and I couldn't really see her any more, until she reached over to the bathroom door and opened it further. Light flowed over her body, and the bed. Neither of us spoke.

She was still dressed just as she had been downstairs, except she'd taken her shoes off. A navy shirt displayed her breasts in the bathroom light, and a short denim skirt topped her firm legs, encased in black tights.

She walked up to me, and without saying anything pulled the blanket from my body, uncovering my still-hard cock. I didn't know what to do, and tried half-heartedly to cover it again. She held the blanket until I gave in and let it fall.

She might have been silent, but the look in her eyes was plain enough. She wanted me to carry on. I wasn't at all sure what to do, and hesitated long enough for her to turn away from the bed, and pull a small armchair closer. She stood between the chair in the bed, facing me, grinned, and slowly lifted the skirt up over her hips.

I didn't stop her. I know I should have. I'm not at all sure I could have. The light was sufficient that it was clear what was happening, but there was some mystery in the details. That's not a complaint. Perhaps that way I could at least pretend I wasn't sure what was happening, though it was crystal clear.

With her skirt around her hips, her thumbs hooked in the sides of the tights, and without ever taking her eyes off me, she wiggled them down her legs, briefly showing off her white panties as her skirt slid down over them again. There's something inherently sexy about a woman uncovering her legs when she knows she's being watched, and Lindy was making the most of the moment. My eyes were glued to what she was doing, and my cock, which had softened a little while I wondering what to do, was rock solid again, stretching out firmly from my hairy groin.

As she stepped out of the tights, Lindy was suddenly more visible. Her legs seemed pale in comparison for the moment, until she reached for the front of her denim skirt, and started to undo the buttons. One by one the front of the skirt parted, and more and more of her panties were visible again. Suddenly the skirt fell to the floor, and she kicked it away.

Her hands were poised then, thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and she stood still, her shirt hiding very little, and looked enquiringly at me. Asking me, without speaking, if she should continue. I wanted to tell her to stop. I wanted her to jump on the bed. I wanted to ask her why, and what... but I didn't. I said nothing. I just slowly curled my hand around my cock, and started to slide it gently up and down the shaft, watching Lindy.

She took the hint, and the panties disappeared much the same way the tights had. The shirt, seemingly an afterthought, was pulled up and over her head, and she stood before me, pale skin and dark hair, stark naked, and gorgeous.

I again had little time to think before the situation changed. She turned, wiggled her ass at me, and pulled the chair a little closer. She turned back to me, watched me stroking myself, grinned again, and sat down in the chair. Her breasts looked larger somehow as she sat, and her posture was strangely more innocent, but just for a moment.

As I watched, stroking a little faster now, she lifted her left leg and hooked her knee over the arm of the chair. As soon as that leg was positioned, she followed up with the other. The view was incredible. In the light from the bathroom, she was a set of light and dark shapes. Dark hair and a pale face, Deep red nipples and white breasts. A dark thatch of hair between her pale legs, with a delicate but blatant centre of softly glistening pink.

Obviously enjoying displaying herself, she took her breasts into her hands, and squeezed them firmly, pulling the nipples with thumb and forefinger before sliding her hands slowly down her body, over her slim stomach, and down over her mound. Her fingers took hold of herself with enthusiasm, sliding up and down her obviously drenched labia, dipping inside and then up and over her needy clit.

The preliminaries over, she concentrated on pleasuring herself, still staring at my cock, as I stroked myself not far from her. Lindy's movements became faster and faster, her slippery fingertips caressing her clit with abandon. Every now and then a hand would find its way back to her breasts, and tweak a nipple before returning to slide between her widely parted thighs.

It didn't take long. It couldn't, under the circumstances, I don't think. As Lindy pushed her body towards an obviously familiar release, I could feel the end of my own efforts rising. I stroked faster. So did she. I pressed my hand harder around my cock, and took my balls in my other hand and caressed them. Lindy found one of her fingers sliding down between her buttocks, her dribbling having made the movement almost frictionless, and she kept doing it, one hand on and in her aching cunt, the other further down, sliding back and forth.

I think she came first, her muscles clenched on her sweaty hands, her hips thrusting into the air. But that was all I could take, and I exploded too, spraying come up and onto my chest and stomach. Both of us were almost mindless then, jerking and pulsing together but apart. She was still humping her fingers as I slowed to a halt, and the last of my seed dribbled out and over my fingers.

I collapsed back on the bed, and she relaxed in the chair for a moment before lifting her obviously aching legs, returning them to the floor, and stumbling to her feet. She walked over and kissed me on the mouth, her breasts on my chest, her hands holding mine back from caressing her. She might not have wanted me to touch her further, but the kiss knew no bounds.

As she stood again, gently extracting her tongue from between my teeth, she realised some of the mess I'd made was stuck to her breasts. She stared at me, deliberately, and lifted her hands, rubbing the thick liquid into her breasts, massaging them over her nipples until no more semen was visible.

She turned away from me again then, and bent to pick up her belongings, deliberately giving me an eyeful. Why I didn't jump up and drag her back to the bed I can't say. In the end, perhaps the age difference was the reason, but not in the way you think.

I fell asleep. I'm trying really hard to blame the port.

The morning was bright and sunny, and the house was filled with the wonderful smell of fresh coffee. I stood up from the bed and looked around the room. Everything was the way it had been when I first walked in here. For the first time I had my doubts about the night before. Perhaps I dreamed it. I could still feel the remains of the sticky mess on my skin, so something had definitely happened, but perhaps... Damn, maybe I just had too much port, and imagined that there was someone else in the room?

In any case, I had things to do. First I climbed into the shower, and dressed for the day. I packed my things and wandered back downstairs with my bag. Marg wanted to know what time my flight was, and insisted that Dave would drop me at the airport, despite my assurances that I could catch a cab. She insisted on breakfast too, and I was sitting eating a thoroughly wonderful plate of bacon and eggs when Lindy reappeared.

She looked a lot younger in the daylight, wearing shorts today, and arrogantly helping herself to some bacon off my plate. There was no indication whatever that last night had happened, and I was no longer sure.

On hearing about the travel arrangements, she insisted on coming with Dave and I. She said that she needed to ensure that her Dad didn't tell me any lies about her. I didn't remind her that he could do that later, or indeed could already have done so, and just grinned.

When we arrived at the airport, I insisted that they just drop me off, rather than come inside, and then have to pay the parking costs. I'd taken up enough of their day already, and my mind was more than a little confused.

The goodbye, in the end, was sweet, but uneventful. Dave shook my hand and made me promise to talk with him that night, and Lindy insisted that I needed to visit again, called me Uncle, and told me that her parents were much more fun when I was there, so could I please rescue her again soon. She kissed me on the cheek, and I waved good bye to them both as they climbed back in the car.

It wasn't until we were cruising at thirty five thousand feet that I found the white panties in the pocket of my trousers, and had to hide both them and my sudden erection from the person in the next seat.

Apr 2013
Don't know if you want to hear about this, but just in case...

Jun 2012
Another dream story with a suggestive future, thanks it was a good read

Jan 2012
Short and sweet. I liked the story, and I hope there will be other visits at Dave's place.

Aug 2010
Pretty neat. Very hot. I find myself wondering how old she was. Mid-teens, I'd guess.
      GBF: Guess anything you like. :-)

Jun 2010
great!

Nov 2009
love the slow build-up genre - v sexy

Aug 2009
The ending was a stroke of genius. I liked it because it was short and sweet,

Aug 2009
Most people who read Mf stories are looking for more intimacy between the M and the f.
      GBF: I don't necessarily agree. Many are just exploring ideas which rumble around in their heads...

Aug 2009
I loved this narrative. When I was younger, I always wanted to be Lindy, but the right chance never availed itself.

Aug 2009
Lindy can call me uncle anytime...

Apr 2009
Very erotic indeed! I am fascinated by exhibitionism and found this a great story.

Mar 2009
I loved it! A very sexy, well writton story.

Feb 2009
Lovely story, both realistic and grammatically correct. (She insisted on coming with Dave and ME

Jan 2009
Wow. I really like the theme of this one. The no talking bit was great. The little twist at the end got me going too. Any hope for a part 2? :)
      GBF: No. :-)

Sep 2008
very good and highly erotic. Wish they had gone all the way is all. How about a part two ..smiles.... where they do it.
      GBF: Oh no. Not this one. :-)

Feb 2008
So was the story.

Nov 2007
I can never got over how hott this is. It never fails to get me rock hard, there deff needs to be a sequel! lol and if you don't do it, maybe someone else should hehe.

Nov 2007
I'm very glad that youre back. Many greeting from good old germany

Nov 2007
Like looking a an M C Escher drawing, I thought I was doing OK until the end where I discovered, I wasn't where I thought I was, but the trip was delightful.

Nov 2007
Baaaad boy. :-)

Oct 2007
Fun. Reminds me of the work of a classic a.s.s author from back in the day. If only I could remember which one. But it's just like his style! Or hers. Whichever.

Oct 2007
I liked it a lot. Thank you!

Oct 2007
Great to have you back with us. Enjoyed all your new stories - especially Dinner was great.

Oct 2007
Gr4eat to see you back Gentle, and a nice gentle :-) story to start with

Oct 2007
Thought it was great, as per your usual!

Oct 2007
Interesting at first trying to determine the gender of the storyteller. I assumed male with the Ham radio but was never sure. Fun characters. Great finish.