Lisette

"Let's go swimming," she squealed, and went running toward the shore.

Who was I to turn down such an invitation? I watched Lissie's cute little butt twitch down to the water as I sauntered casually behind her. The South Carolina coast doesn't boast big surf, but an offshore storm was stirring things up quite nicely and the waves today were a bit bigger than we were accustomed to. We waded into the breaking waves and began to bob with the tidal surge. I floated on my back with my toes poking out of the surf.

"How can you float like that, Mr. G.? I've never been able to do that."

"Here. Let me show you. Relax and lay your head back." I placed my right hand on the small of her back as she leaned back. I placed my left under her thighs and gently lifted her pelvis up toward the surface. I marveled at the sharp curve of her spine and the taut skin on her tight thighs.

"Relax. Let your toes float to the surface," I directed. As her hips broke the surface she lay her head back and closed her eyes. The wet bikini-clad bulge of her pussy mound arched out of the water. I looked on in amazement at her protruding lips, the wet material clinging to her generous labia. She was delectable and I stared in awe at this specimen of feminine beauty. I removed my left hand and talked her through the floating process. She had it down in no time.

"Thanks Mr. G. You're a great teacher."

My touching her had sort of broken an unspoken barrier, so now she eagerly grabbed my shoulders as we bobbed with the swell of the waves. Perhaps it was the anonymous nature of being mostly submerged in the warm ocean that gave us a more casual approach to touching. But suddenly Lissie was grabbing my shoulders and arms and hands, as we moved with the ebb and flow of the undertow. She hopped on my back and rode piggy back while we jumped over the crest of each new wave. Then I moved behind her, grabbed her waist and raised her up to meet each swell. Her sumptuous breasts looked like they were going to explode out of her bikini as she bobbed with the waves. We laughed and played in the surf for twenty minutes, when Lissie announced that she was getting waterlogged and wanted to take in the last rays of the day.

I stayed behind, hoping I might lose my erection before exiting the water. She was so glorious and so sexy, my head was spinning. What incredible experience was going to unfold as the evening progressed? I finally felt my tumescence ebb enough to head back to our spot.

As I walked back to our towels I realized that my rather full and baggy swim suit was soaking wet and clinging to my thighs and my semi-erect state. My cock dangled down my left leg and was rather impossible to hide under the circumstances. Lissie was on her back on her towel, leaning back on her elbows, shades on, watching me return to our perch.

"You look pretty hot, Mr. G." Lissie commented. "You're in great shape for a guy your age."

"Thanks. I think. You're pretty hot yourself, young lady."

I sat down in my low chair while Lissie lay to my left on her back. She turned her head away and I stared down at her exquisite body. Her rather full breasts lay flat, but round on her chest, her pert little nipples barely detectable under the thin wet top of her bikini. Her stomach was flat and smooth, curving slightly as it flowed down toward the edge of her bikini bottom. The bottom was stretched taut between her prominent hip bones, and the quarter inch gap between the waist of her bikini bottom and her brown belly was totally captivating. I thought about what it would be like to slide my hand down there, searching for her essence. The mound of her pert little pussy pushed the fabric up in a womanly declaration of sexuality. It protruded proudly and seductively.

After ten minutes on her back she flipped over onto her stomach, and I was pretty sure she had done this on purpose. With my shades on I pretended to be surveying the horizon of the ocean, looking at birds and distant ships. But once she was turned on her stomach I turned to admire the rear view. The beautiful round mounds of her buttocks rose proudly and sharply from her tiny waist and the sharp curve of the small of her back. Her cheeks were perfectly formed and firmly stretched the thin fabric of her bikini. Her auburn hair hung wet and wild around her shoulders. Her endless legs stretched toward the ocean, her thighs long and lean. I wanted to stop staring, but I couldn't. She was going to be my date tonight, and I felt myself harden at the thought.

We enjoyed the waning sun and finally decided it was time to head back to the villa. Lissie had been at the beach all day and was ready for a shower. We strolled back slowly, not touching, basking in the warm glow of the late afternoon and ready to clean up for a night on the town. Once inside, Lissie headed to her room and I headed to mine. I showered and shaved, spending a little extra time to trim my groin and shave my balls. I knew I was being presumptuous, but I had a good feeling about the hours ahead. I donned a crisp white shirt, my best pair of faded jeans and sandals -- a little cologne behind my ear and I was ready to rock.

I headed downstairs to make a drink. As I walked past Lissie's room I could hear her hair dryer whirring away and looked forward to seeing her emerge when she was ready. I made a stiff drink, turned on some music, and sat down on the couch to wait. Ten minutes later I heard the light clomp of heels on the top of the stairs. Lissie slowly descended, sliding her open hand along the wooden rail. I caught my breath. Her full head of flaxen hair bounced softly as she stepped slowly in her heels. As she spun around the newel post to face me, she struck a pose and flung her slender arms into the air.

"Ta Da." She had a huge smile on her face and I stared agog.

"Jesus, Lisette. You look...damn." I was speechless. "That dress ought to be illegal."

"You don't like it?" she pouted.

"Like it? It's...damn. You look incredible. Really. You're gorgeous, and you know it."

She smiled and said thank you.

She was wearing a short silk dress, kind of a light maroon or mauve color, that contrasted wonderfully with the rich mahogany highlights of her hair. The dress sat squarely on her shoulders and had a little flair type sleeve at the shoulder that accented her beautiful tan arms. The front scooped down low to reveal her luscious cleavage. I could see the hint of a lacy black bra that seemed to be lifting her cleavage and consolidating her bouncy flesh in the scoop of the neckline.

The bodice hugged her full breasts then tapered tightly around her tiny little waist until flaring back to hug her perfect little bubble butt. The lower part of the dress came to and hung loosely at mid-thigh. She wore a sexy pair of black heels with two straps across her delicate tanned ankles. The silk dress hugged her derriere and I could detect no sign of panties. The fabric hung lazily on her upper thighs and swung in a subtle sway as she walked into the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder.

"What are you having?" she said with a coy smile.

"A little vodka. They'll card you at the restaurant so let me fix you one before we go."

I got up and headed into the kitchen. As I prepared her drink, she stood close by. I could detect the subtle scent of an expensive perfume and could feel her gaze as she looked me up and down.

"Gonna be a good night. Isn't it?" she whispered.

I handed her the glass, and toasted her.

"It's going to be a great fucking night," I stated.

We took a few sips while looking straight into one another's eyes. She flipped her hair and smiled that killer smile of hers. Her make-up was subtle, but very effective. Her deep brown eyes were captivating and her pouty lips looked ready to be kissed. I imagined them stretched around my cock.

"Let's go," I declared. I needed to leave before I couldn't. She grabbed her purse and we headed for the car.

She slid in next to me, the skirt riding high on her well-formed thighs. They looked so long and smooth against the soft leather seat. She made no attempt to pull the hem down even just a little bit. The view was amazing. I stared at her bare thighs and didn't worry that she knew it. I was taking in her beauty and she was happy to share. It was no mystery anymore that she loved to show off her body, which was certainly understandable. She slid a CD into the slot and Easy Tiger became the sound track for our trip.

"I love Ryan Adams," she cooed.

The trip into town was beautiful. The sun was beginning to set, large cumulus clouds filled the horizon and the colors of the low country were at their best. We arrived downtown, parked in the garage and made our way down to East Bay Avenue. She lightly grabbed my elbow to steady herself on her spiky heels. I was happy to lend assistance.

"You're going to love this restaurant, Lissie. High Cotton." I looked over at her. "Too bad Patty and Jenna can't be here to join us."

She smiled ironically and flashed her big eyes at me.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Really a shame."

We both giggled and proceeded arm and arm to the restaurant.

I watched the crowd as we crossed the room to our table along the outside wall. Heads turned on the left and the right. Either people thought that Lissie was my daughter or that I was the luckiest fucker in the world. I had a feeling it was the latter. We sat with a flourish and I could feel the eyes of a few envious male patrons leering. We ordered dinner and began to filter out the noise and vibrato around us. We discussed wide range of topics, she was a very intelligent young lady, but as the evening wore on the talk turned to sex.

"Lissie, you look astoundingly beautiful tonight. I mean, I am so pleased to be in your company."

"Mr. G., I 'm the one who should be thanking you. You've been so nice to me, inviting me here, and sharing your villa with me. I can't thank you enough."

"Well you'll be heading back to campus soon. I have no doubt there will be many male suitors waiting in the wings."

She rolled her eyes when I said this and looked me straight on.

"You know, I've been dating twenty-something guys for two years and I am so done with that."

"What are you talking about?" I queried. "This is the best time of your life."

"Oh please. Mr. G.! God, my parents say that to me all the time. You know, the truth is that college guys are interested in about three things: getting into your pants, getting a blowjob and getting drunk. It gets so damn boring. The fact is most of them really don't know how to fuck!"

Lissie was almost angry; it took me aback.

"So what does that mean?" I asked, feeling a bit on the defensive.

"It means what it means. I got really tired of the same old shit this past year. So toward the end of this past year I found a much older lover and found out what good sex is really all about. I mean, I am just not that interested in college guys anymore, to be totally honest."

I felt a twinge down below as I felt her conviction and fire. God, she was so sexy and forthright. I found her refreshing and wanted to probe further.

"An older lover? Like, what do you mean, an older lover?"

"Well, I know this sounds cheesy, but," she hesitate before going on. "I went on line and found a guy. We started communicating, anonymously at first -- e-mails, IM -- but then I met him. He's 38, owns a bunch of restaurants, married, 3 kids, but not satisfied in hid msrriage. We clicked, what can I say? He has a place up in the mountains. We'd go there and..." Lissie stopped and looked at me, trying to figure out whether to plow ahead.

"And?" I looked at her..\

"We go up there and absolutely fuck our brains out. Non-stop sex. I mean, he is the best, most skilled lover I have ever had and we just tuned into one another and...it's really quite amazing," she said with a dreamy smile.

"Tell me more," I asked, as I put my glass down, folded my hands together and looked deep into her dark brown eyes.

"Well, he knows how to make me come. He isn't into himself; he's into pleasing me. He loves to adore my body and I can see how excited it makes him when he's licking me and sucking me. He loves my breasts, my nipples, my pussy. He's just awakened me sexually in so many ways And he's got a gorgeous thick cock. I..."

Lissie hesitated. I could tell she was embarrassed by the way she'd gone off. I was entranced, and hard.

"I'm sorry. I went off. Oh, what have I been saying?" She put her hand over her mouth and looked at me for forgiveness. "And please don't say anything to Jenna. She doesn't know anything about this."

"Lissie. Don't be ridiculous. I wouldn't say a thing. I appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to say these things. It's very interesting. And your restaurant guy is one fucking lucky dude, let me say that. I mean, he is..."

I wasn't sure where I was going with this. I looked into her big brown eyes.

"He's the luckiest guy in the world, Lissie."

Lissie leveled her gaze at me and looked ready to turn the tables.

"Well, what about you? You've been married, what? 25? 30 years? And, by the way, I heard you and Patty going at it the other night. It was hard to ignore the moaning and the banging of the headboard. God, I got off so hard the other night, listening to you guys. Shit. That was so hot, knowing you were fucking right above me, hearing Patty groan. I came so hard."

I rewound back to Tuesday night and remembered a pretty hot session with Patty. I'd had no idea that we were audible. But then I realized that our bedroom is directly over Lissie's guest room.

"Well, we manage to keep things pumping, I will say that. But for the past few days, it's been hard to keep my eyes off of you, if you want to know the truth. Your body is so..." Words failed me.

Lissie got a little grin on her face.

"I've noticed. I like it when you look at me. I imagine you're thinking about all the things you'd like to do to me. Aren't you?" She looked at me lasciviously and smiled. "It makes me wet."

"Yes." I said, with a gulp. "I am thinking that. I'm wondering whether you like to have your nipples licked. I'm wondering what you pussy tastes like. I'm wondering what you look like when you come." I hesitated and plowed ahead unthinkingly. "But what I'm really wondering is what it's going to be like when I get you back to the villa and fuck you tonight."

I'd said it. Our eyes burned holes in one another. Lissie's intense gaze had me totally transfixed. She picked up her napkin, dabbed her mouth and looked at me hard.

"Let's go."

Those were the magic words and all she needed to say. I'd paid the check, so we stood up, weaved our way through the tables, heading for fresh air. I could feel the gazes and stares, and I loved it. I looked down at Lissie's tight round butt, swaying sweetly under her thin silk dress, hair cascading about her shoulders. She grabbed my arm tightly as we hit the street. We walked slowly and sauntered up the avenue, looking in gallery windows and taking our time to feel each other's presence. I good feel her press her full bosom against my arm and couldn't wait to get home.

We found the car, climbed in, and pulled out onto the open road. I opened the sun roof and felt the warm Charleston air swirl through the car. Lissie cranked up the stereo and we plowed over the bridge toward the Isle of Palms. Her dress was hiked up her thighs and her hair glistened in the moonlight. As we swerved into the two lane traffic along Route 17, Lissie undid her seatbelt and leaned up to my right ear.

"I want to give you a blowjob," she stated.

"Excuse me? I'm driving here and..."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I am going to suck your dick."

All the while she was lowering my zipper and digging down to pull my cock out. This girl had been around a few zippers, I could tell that. I became instantly hard.

"Oooh," she crooned. "I knew you'd have a nice thick cock."

She stroked me with a soft touch and brought me to full attention.

"Lissie, this is not a good idea. I've had a few glasses of wine, and I've got to drive in traffic, and...OH SHIT."

She took me deep into her mouth, all lips and tongue and saliva. I almost lost control of the car. I regained some composure and just tried to rationalize in my mind what was happening. No big deal. The most beautiful woman I'd ever been on a date with was giving me a blowjob while I was driving at night on a busy road. No big deal.

Then she began to swirl her tongue on the underside of my shaft and I almost ran into the curb. I needed to get off the road. A curb cut ahead signaled an entry into a strip mall and I swerved in, weaved to the middle of the empty lot and hit the brakes. I arched my back up and Lissie absolutely devoured me. I'd never been so deep in a woman's mouth. She jerked her right hand up and down at the base of my cock as her head bobbed, absorbing as much of as she physically could. I placed my hand on her hair. I marveled at the sweet sound of suction and gentle moans coming from her mouth.

"Lissie. Oh fuck, Lissie. I'm gonna come in your mouth baby."

My warning went unheeded. In fact, I felt her pick up her pace and suddenly, I came with a force I didn't know I had. Spurt after spurt disappeared deep into her mouth. Wet slurpy sounds emanated from below and I could literally feel her suck my cum into her mouth. She licked around my cock and picked up errant drops of semen and seemed to be totally absorbed in licking me clean.

"Holy! Fucking! Shit! Lissie? What the fuck was that?" I was incredulous.

She licked my cock, leaned up to my ear and kissed me.

"Take me home," she ordered. "Now."

I kicked the car into gear, merged back into traffic and headed south, wanting to get home as fast as possible.

"Lissie. That was amazing, girl."

"Glad you liked it. More where that came from," she stated in a pant.

I looked down. Her dress was hiked up even higher now, her long, taut thighs on full display. She had her right hand inside her tiny black panties. I could see her knuckles crooked under the silky fabric, digging into her wettest recesses. I could even hear the sticky sounds of her lubrication, as she twisted her head back and forth.

"God! I'm so fucking horny," she practically screamed. She turned to me again. "Do you want a little preview?"

"What?"

With that she withdrew her hand from between her long lithe thighs, reached across and stuck her fingers into my mouth. I tasted her tangy sweetness and licked her fingers madly. I could smell the sweet pungent scent of her sex.

"You like?"

"Oh Lissie."

I pressed down on the accelerator as we rose up over the causeway. She began fingering herself with an intensity I couldn't believe; her long legs splayed apart, her back arched.

"We'll be home in a minute, Lissie. And I'm going to fuck you all night long, baby."

I think there's a song with lyrics to that effect out there somewhere. Or should be. I peeled into the driveway and felt grateful to be able to turn the car off and forget about driving. I popped out of the car, ran around to the passenger's side and opened the door for Lissie. Her long legs disembarked, followed by the rest of her and we staggered up the stairs to the front door.

Lissie walked through the door, into the kitchen and leaned forward on the island counter, her ass pushing against the thin silk of her dress. I walked up behind her and ran my hand lightly over her ass. The satiny touch of smooth ass flesh through silk gave me an immediate hard-on. I slowly lifted her dress up. It was so short it didn't have far to go. She leaned forward and put her face on the counter while I pushed the dress up over her hips. The thin straps of her black thong disappeared into the deep crevice of her perfect butt cheeks. I hooked my fingers in tenderly and pulled it down. I could see the puffy flesh of her labia. I pulled the tiny little thong down her legs and she stepped out it. It was soaked. I stood up.