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Sweat dripped down my nose as I approached the apartment building where Mum lived. Not for the first time, I cursed myself for being too stingy to pay for a taxi. The one and a half miles from Bournemouth train station are normally not that bad, but in that day’s blistering heat, it was murder. The block of modern, air-conditioned apartments never looked more appealing as I turned into Seaview Road.Pausing to wipe my brow, I gazed out to sea. The English Channel stretched as far as the eye could see, and the bright sun danced on the wave tops, making them glint like diamonds. Further out, I saw the outlines of huge ships, heading for far reaches, their shapes distorted by the shimmering heat rising into the sky. Enough of the view, air-conditioning beckoned.With a feeling of trepidation, I pressed the intercom button. Mum wasn’t expecting me and I didn’t know how she would react to my unexpected appearance. As far as she was concerned, I should have been at Cambridge, but I’d left there under a cloud of disgrace. Apparently, getting caught in bed with the wife of your professor doesn’t go down to well, as the Dean informed me while politely but insistently asking me to vacate the premises.I should have gone home to Dad, but I hadn’t told him yet because all he would do was blow his top about me being stupid and irresponsible, and not giving a damn about consequences. Not that his ranting and raving could change anything. Cambridge wouldn’t take me back and I would be seriously depressed living under his roof in those circumstances. So, with nowhere else to go, I decided I could do worse than spend summer on the sunny south coast with glorious sandy beaches a mere hundred yards from the front door.”Come on up.”The buzzer sounded and I pulled the door handle. I wondered who I’d just heard. It wasn’t my Mum, for one thing, the voice was too cheerful, and another, the foreign accent was definitely a giveaway. My curiosity grew with each step and, unconsciously, I increased my pace until I was almost running when I reached the top of the building. Entering the galleria, one apartment door opened and a gorgeous looking stranger stood in the doorway. Although I wasn’t expecting Mum to open the door, I will admit to having my breath taken away by what — sorry, who — I saw.A mane of long thick black hair cascaded over a pair of slim shoulders and sultry dark eyes watched me attentively. High, olive skinned cheekbones, a small button nose, and a sensual mouth, smiling invitingly, awakened more than my eyes. How to describe her body? I’ll just say she was perfect. Tall, due to the longest pair of tanned legs I’d ever seen, she was slim without being scrawny and I could see she obviously frequented a gym. Okay, some people may not like that sort of athletic body but I do. Her boobs weren’t the biggest I’d ever seen but they jutted invitingly towards me and I had difficulty averting my gaze. All in all, I reckoned she could give a dead man an erection, especially dressed as she was in a bikini with a semi-translucent sarong tied around her shapely hips.My visual inspection didn’t go unnoticed and when I eventually tore my gaze from her killer body and back to her face, she was smiling. I stared, unable to utter anything sensible but definitely aware of my hot blood rushing down south.”You must be Dan, or should I call you Daniel.” A hand shot out, taking me by surprise. “I’m Penélope, your Mum’s new girlfriend.”Her accented English sent ripples of pleasure down my spine, and I briefly wondered what sort of filthy Spanish words she could teach me. I gulped at my own lewdness. I hadn’t even said a word and here I was contemplating what it would be like to get laid by her. Shame on me!When Mum and Dad divorced, I was told they’d grown apart. I knew they were virtually living separate lives but, wrapped up in my own teenage world, I simply accepted things for what they were. I knew Dad had messed around a few times, notably with some of his secretaries. Arguments and fights had made that obvious. When they eventually split, I was still at boarding school, desperately trying to get into Cambridge, Anadolu Yakası Escort and I hadn’t realized Mum had sought and found solace in the arms of another woman. Whenever I went to stay, she was always alone.Gaping at Penélope, I could see why Mum had befriended her. She was gorgeous and, aware of the physical effect she was having on me, I slung my rucksack in front of my shorts and reached out for the offered hand.“Hello, Penélope… yes, I’m Dan. Pleased to meet you.” We shook hands. My palm was sweaty but Penélope didn’t seem to notice. “Where’s Mum?”She smiled playfully at my distracted tone. “She’s just popped out to Tesco’s to get some lunch. Come in and make yourself at home. I’ll text her you’re here.” She turned away and I couldn’t help staring at her wiggling hips as she walked down the hall. Her sarong partially obscured the outline of her ass but watching it move filled my mind with lurid images of what I’d like to do to it. That definitely caused my cock to twitch.At the end of the hallway, she looked over her shoulder and threw me a come hither smile and my prick grew thicker. If she keeps that up, things could quickly become embarrassing. I grinned ruefully. I needed to avoid being obvious. I felt sure Mum wouldn’t approve of me lusting after her girlfriend.After leading me to the guest room, Penélope said she was going back outside to enjoy the sun. Leaving me there to unpack — and think about her naked — my curiosity, amongst other things, was aroused. Flinging my rucksack onto the double bed, I made sure I had my smartphone and tiptoed through the apartment. I moved stealthily: past the bathroom, past my Mum’s, and I assumed Penélope’s bedroom, and through the kitchen until I eventually reached the spacious living room. Peeking through the glass patio doors leading to the large balcony, I found what I wanted to see.Penélope was face down on a sunbed. Her bikini top was undone to prevent tan lines and the sarong that had denied me a proper sight of her ass, lay abandoned on the wooden decking. Her skin glistened in the bright midday sunshine and I spied a bottle of coconut oil next to the discarded garment. From my vantage point, I could see between her shapely thighs up to the thin sliver of bright yellow bikini that barely covered her sex.Tantalizingly disappearing between her gorgeous buttocks, the small triangle of fabric that emerged above her fleshy globes hardly seemed big enough. It hung loosely on her shapely hips and, in a gentle sea breeze, the sexy garment fluttered up and around her exquisite derriere. Again, I fantasized and my cock thickened as I thought about all the things I could do to her.Not forgetting my real reason for going there, I took out my smartphone. I started the camera app and was rewarded with the sight of Penélope’s scantily clad backside gloriously filling my screen. I clicked off a few shots and would have taken more, but the sound of the front door opening interrupted my voyeurism.Penélope must have heard it, too. Without warning, she twisted around to look in the direction of the hall. To my surprise, her bikini top fell away, exposing her delightful breasts. I was lucky enough to still have my thumb on the shutter button and pressing down, several clicks sounded, capturing the moment for posterity. Maybe Penélope heard the clicks or simply sensed me standing there. But, before I could make my hasty getaway, she turned her head and we looked at each other. Immediately, I retreated to my room but, as I turned away, I swear I saw her lips form a smile while she reached behind to fasten her straps.~~~~Mum’s initial reaction on seeing me was one of joy and surprise. It wasn’t long before we were sitting around the small balcony table enjoying an alfresco lunch. However, her demeanor cooled when I explained the reasons for my sudden visit. Fortunately for me, and much to Mum’s annoyance, Penélope burst out laughing when she heard why I’d been kicked out. Apparently, my amorous adventure with the professor’s wife amused her and, while the most responsible adult bashed on Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan about me being irresponsible, the Spanish hottie gave me a conspiratorial wink. Seeing this, Mum exploded. Words were exchanged, heated words in Spanish so that I wouldn’t understand, but it sounded like Mum telling off Penélope for siding with me. Then the younger woman playfully poked her tongue out at her lover, before turning to me.”Don’t worry Dan, your mother just said I shouldn’t encourage you and that a good education shouldn’t be thrown away.”“Well, it shouldn’t be,” Mum interjected, glaring at me. “And what are your plans now, hmm?””Let him stay, Andrea. Let him enjoy the summer. He can always go back to university in September, right?” Penélope looked at me, her eyes laughing, and nodding her head insistently. Not always the sharpest knife in the drawer, I finally caught on and began imitating my new best friend, trying to ingratiate myself with my mother.Nodding wildly, I began babbling. “I’m sure I can help around the house, the washing, cleaning.” I received a skeptical glance at the word ‘cleaning.’ Undeterred, I carried on. “Or I can do any odd jobs and, of course, if you or any of your old friends’ computers break down, I can fix them.”Mum groaned at the insinuation of old age. Penélope, despite there not seeming much age difference between them, laughed like a drain at my comment. Mum tried to keep a straight face; not easy with the two of us laughing but she put up a good show. If you knew my Mum, you would immediately know I was being facetious. However, it was Penélope’s reaction that surprised me most. Seeing this gorgeous woman laugh at my comment, made me fall in love with her even more.Mum looked daggers at the both of us for a moment and then joined in the laughter. At forty-five, she was vibrant and attractive, her beauty timeless. “You little shit,” she said, running a hand through her hair, eyes shining. “Just don’t say anything to your father, or we’ll never hear the end of it.”I nodded and promised not to tell.Over the next few days, the Seaview apartment was an oasis of fun and laughter. During the waking hours, I got to know Penélope and my mother a lot better. Despite her obvious discomfort at me finding out about her being a lesbian, I was surprised at how laid back she had become in the last few years. She didn’t even mind when her gorgeous girlfriend asked me to smear the coconut oil on her back. Keeping my fingers from roaming over parts that were off limits, especially with Mum lying beside her, was probably the most frustrating thing I had to do in my life.There were no such restrictions at night. Using the photos I’d taken on that first day, I spent a lot of happy moments pleasuring myself. Sometimes I could hear them making love, and was amazed at how Penélope was so uninhibited. Her moans and cries set my imagination on fire and every time I heard her, I grew hard. Of course, in my fantasies, we did everything possible, using each other for our perverse pleasures. But they were only fantasies. That said, there was nothing I wouldn’t have done to please Mum’s Spanish firecracker even though I thought nothing would ever happen between us. Boy was I wrong.About two weeks after my arrival, we’d settled into a routine and, after lunch, I was smearing tanning oil into Penélope’s back when the memory of her erotic cries I’d heard the previous evening, suddenly flooded my mind. Distracted, my hands glided easily over the smooth skin and, without consciously thinking, I brushed the side of a boob. Startled, I realized what I’d done and almost froze.It excited me and, because she didn’t seem to mind, I accidentally let my hands wander a couple more times. My cock got harder and harder and I was glad Mum was in the study, working. When I finished, I stood up, and my bulge was visible. I couldn’t disguise it and, though Penélope’s eyes were closed, I thought she’d seen my reaction.At dinner, she kept looking at me, sometimes so intensely I felt myself blushing, and getting hard. Luckily, Mum didn’t notice. Escort Anadolu Yakası She was preoccupied with her own thoughts and, while playing with her food, announced that she had to go to some “ghastly civil reception.””Shall I come with you?” Penélope asked, also playing with her food and sounding a little disappointed.“No, darling,” Mum shook her head, “it’ll be extremely boring. With Daniel being here, I thought you would probably prefer to stay at home. God knows, I’m only going because I have to.”I’d looked up when Mum mentioned my name. She carried on, “At least you won’t be all alone and I’m sure there’s enough mischief you two can get up to.”Maybe it was my guilty conscience, but I looked at Mum, anxious to see if she was upset or annoyed. I needn’t have worried. She was smiling sweetly at Penélope, who displayed an “only if you insist” expression before leaning forward to kiss her lover.I turned away, still not entirely comfortable with my Mum’s displays of intimacy. Seconds later, it was back to normal — well, what we called normal — and dinner continued. When Mum adjourned to her bedroom to dress, Penélope and I sat at the table and kept up our harmless flirting. At eight o’clock Mum called out to say she was leaving. I started to clear the table and Penélope disappeared into the hallway.After completing my chores, I returned to the lounge only to find it empty. I called out but heard no answer. A wave of disappointment washed over me. Penélope’s dress had been particularly fetching and I enjoyed looking at her. Deflated and a little frustrated, I decided there was nothing on television I needed or wanted to see and, knowing there was something infinitely more pleasurable I could do, I sought refuge in what had become my bedroom.In there, I quickly undressed, turned on my laptop and began surfing for porn.Reaching into my boxers, I grasped my growing erection and gently squeezed. Even though the site was one of my favorites, it didn’t hold my interest. I thought about touching the side of Penélope’s boob and that had blood rushing to my loins. Within seconds, my cock was hard.Pulling my throbbing meat out of my boxers, I began stroking, then discarded the laptop and picked up my smartphone. Seconds later, I was staring at Penélope’s gorgeous ass. Slowly, I perused the various photos, each one sexier than the last, accumulating in the one where she was topless. Working my cock in a steady rhythm, I was really getting into the flow when suddenly the door opened. I froze, then hastily grabbed the laptop and tried covering myself as Penélope entered the room.Without looking at me, she walked to the end of the bed before turning to face me. She looked spectacular — no, sorry, Penélope looked fucking fantastic — and, despite the awkwardness of my position, my cock was throbbing powerfully.Wearing a short black kimono, which she’d neglected to secure properly, I saw through the plunging neckline to what appeared to be a matching lingerie set. The half-cup bra lifted her breasts and I could see nipples poking through the smooth fabric of the kimono. Lying there, watching her stare at me with a wispy smile on her face, caused me some confusion as well as embarrassment. My mouth dried.”Don’t stop, Dan. I like watching guys masturbate. That is what you were doing, wasn’t it?”I nodded dumbly.”Come on, Stud, show me that big fucking cock of yours.” Her Spanish accent was pronounced.This isn’t really happening.’ My brain refused to believe what I saw and heard.”Is that a picture of me you’re looking at?” She pointed at my smartphone.Until then, I’d appreciated Penélope’s direct approach but, being on the receiving end, I wasn’t so sure. She picked up the phone and studied the image. “You really are a dirty little bastard, aren’t you?”A cloud of shame enveloped me. Unable to trust myself, because I had been caught in such a private moment, I didn’t speak.“Well, come on, Dan, I know you masturbate; I’ve heard you enough times. Let me see it.”Her voice was low, husky. The “it” was out of sight, hidden beneath my appropriately named laptop. Although I’d often dreamed about such a situation since meeting her, I was reluctant to expose myself. My hesitancy must have displeased her because the come-hither expression disappeared. Then, watching me slowly lift the computer off my lap, her smile returned, like the sun appearing from behind a cloud.“Ha, oooh,” she gasped as my erection came into view. “My, my, Dan.
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