This is essentially a true story, recollected to the best of my ability. It doesn't happen often, but once in a blue moon, your fantasies become reality.
The Introductions
All my life I wanted to own a beach house. Not just a house near the beach, but on the beach, overlooking the ocean. When I sold my software company for almost 12 million dollars, I had the means to make my dream come true. Last Thanksgiving, my wife Marcy and I decided to invite the extended family to converge for the weekend on the beach house that we had just moved into. It turned out to be a very eventful holiday.
Among the visitors were my nephew Cal and his gorgeous girlfriend, Allison. I am now a professor in the college that they both attend. Cal is a quiet kid but pleasant enough. Allison, who took two of my courses in marketing, is a player. Besides being physically stunning, she is charming, gregarious and charismatic. She lights up any room that she walks into.
When they arrived my brother in law and I were tossing a football around on the beach behind the house As Allison approached from the house, I couldn't take my eyes off her – long, graceful limbs; long, curly black hair, large beautiful eyes, perfect full lips, glowing caramel colored skin - a classic Spanish beauty. "She's a real looker huh Jack?" Sam commented.
"Yeah, your kid did alright Sam," I mumbled in response, still taking in the Allison approaching.
Not waiting for Cal to speak, Allison strode confidently up to me and said, "Happy Thanksgiving Professor, nice digs you have here."
"Hi Allison, I'm glad you were able to make it." I said with my warmest smile conveying my delight.
"I wouldn't have passed up an opportunity to see you in a different element," she replied confidently. "I'm sure there's more going on than what you tell us in class." The vibrations that she was transmitting were clearly sexual. She stared directly into my eyes as though she was trying to imprint a hidden message on my brain.
"Well, this is definitely a different element alright," I said. I greeted Cal and then asked, "Hey, what do you say we have a football game?"
"Great idea, Jack, I'll round everyone up," Sam chimed in.
"I'm not sure I am dressed for football; this mini-skirt might disqualify me," Allison added looking down at her white mini and long brown legs.
"I have a pair of yellow sweat pants that have shrunk to your size. If you promise not to mess them up, you can use them," I joked.
"Well I am not going to guarantee that I won't get them a little wet," she said with a very clear twinkle in her eye, "but I'm sure that you won't mind that."
I wasn't sure how to react to her comment. While I was wondering what she meant by "wet" she added, "Lead me to where I can get changed and you can count me in" I followed her like some kind of befuddled octogenarian.
Changing Clothes
While Sam went around getting people interested in playing, and Marcy caucused with her sister about the logistics of feeding 14 people, I ascended the stairs unnoticed with Allison. We entered the master bedroom which had a full view of the ocean. I went into my closet to find the yellow sweats while Allison sat on the bed and stared out the window. As I rummaged around I heard her say, "I'll bet this view inspires some very creative sex."
"Here, put this on and never mind prying into my sex life Miss Levy."
"I'm just naturally curious Professor, like any good student."
"I'm curious too Allison – how did a Spanish girl get a name like Levy?" I inquired.
"My mother married a Jew. She was Miss Puerto Rico in 1984 and married some very wealthy tycoon that she met in New York. Anything else? Just ask; I keep no secrets."
"Well in that case, how did you meet Cal, he doesn't seem to be compatible with your energy level?"
"That's very perceptive of you, Professor. No, we are not very compatible. I found out he was your nephew and I asked him out. I figured it was the best way to get close to you. And here I am – in your bedroom –in my underwear." As she finished this soliloquy, she was pulling down her miniskirt. She reached for the yellow sweatpants while I tried to catch my breath. Her underwear was a white lace thong that concealed nothing at all. I stared unabashedly at her crotch. I could distinctly see the small dark triangle of pubic hair that funneled into her pussy. Simultaneously I could detect an erection growing in my own pubic area.
"No, this won't work," Allison declared, "I'll need to change my shirt. Do you have an old football jersey that doesn't clash with yellow?" As she spoke she was unbuttoning her shirt revealing a black, tight fitting tank top cushioning a generous pair of tits. Although I hated to take my eyes from her beautiful figure, I turned and walked into my closet. I was surprised and delighted that Allison followed me in, holding the sweat pants in one hand and the shirt that she had removed in the other.
"It doesn't have to be fancy but I just can't bring myself to wear things that clash. I hope you don't mind."
Turning to face her and succumbing to the temptation to ogle, I responded, "Allison, it is entirely my pleasure. And let me add, you are simply a gorgeous example of the human form."
"Why thank you Professor, how nice of you to notice. I hope I am not embarrassing you. I have always been something of an exhibitionist."
"Well perhaps if I don't find you a suitable shirt, we can play shirts against skins and you can be on the skins side," I suggested with a smile.
