Elmer Johnson was the quintessential suburban family man. Mid 40s, family of four, good job, coach of his son's little league team; Elmer was living the American dream. Unfortunately for Elmer, the dream did not include a particularly exciting sex life. Truth be told, Elmer whacked off way more than he got laid. One recent summer day, Elmer's sex life got a big boost.
Elmer was working from his home office one sunny weekday afternoon when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, he was greeted by Lacy, the neighbor's daughter and one of his daughter's best friends. Lacy had grown up around the Johnson household, playing volleyball, softball, and basketball with the Johnson kids for years. She was dressed in a sheer white, body hugging cover-up, a yellow polka dot bikini clearly visible through the thin material.
"Hi Mr. Johnson," Lacy began. "Is Shelly home?"
Shelly was Elmer's oldest child, recently graduated from high school.
"Sorry Lacy," Elmer replied. "Shelly and her Mom are off visiting college campuses the rest of this week."
Elmer couldn't take his eyes off the young Lacy and her skimpy outfit. Lacy was gorgeous. She had a thin, athletic body, long blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes. Standing 5'10" with the perkiest b-cups and a perfect ass, she was one of the most popular girls in school. Elmer had coached Lacy and Shelly's sports team growing up and he had always been infatuated with Lacy. On more than one occasion, Elmer had squeezed out a load thinking about her tight body and pretty face.
"Bummer," Lacy pouted. "I just got back from the Miss Teen Valley pageant and I wanted to show Shelly my new trophy."
During her junior year, Lacy had given up sports and instead had concentrated on teen pageants. She had done well and won numerous trophies and scholarships.
Pulling a tiara from her pool bag, Lacy put it on her head, "Do you like my new crown, Mr. Johnson?"
"Congrats sweetie," Elmer replied. "It looks great." Elmer shifted his weight, trying to conceal the boner growing in his sweatpants.
"Um, I don't mean to be forward, but I was also hoping to lay out by your pool and work on my tan. Our tanning bed is busted and I need to keep my color for the summer pageant circuit. Do you mind?"
"No problem honey," Elmer responded. "I'm working in the study but help yourself to the pool. Just yell if you need anything."
Returning to his study, Elmer found his mind wandering and was unable to concentrate on work. Instead, perverted fantasies of Lacy and her tiara had him slowly stroking his raging boner under the desk. Peeking through the blinds, Elmer watched Lacy spray on tanning oil and recline by the pool, her perfect little body barely concealed in the skimpy bikini. Elmer could no longer contain himself as he freed his boner from the confines of his sweatpants and started furiously beating his meat as he peered through the blinds.
"Mr. Johnson," Lacy yelled from the patio, "Can I get something to drink?"
Elmer quickly tucked his erection back into his pants and hurried into the kitchen to whip up a pitcher of lemonade.
"Thanks Mr. Johnson," Lacy purred. "It's really hot out here. Too hot for those heavy sweats you are wearing."
"I'm OK dear," Elmer replied, "The air conditioning is on in the house."
"You know, Mr. Johnson, I saw you behind the blinds," Lacy giggled. "I saw you masturbating. Were you thinking of me when you were beating off?"
Caught completely off guard, Elmer stuttered, "I, well, ummm..."
"I know you've always had a thing for me. Even back in 9th grade when you coached our soccer team, I saw the way you looked at me. I used to love to tease you, bending over to give you a good look at my tight butt or not wearing a bra when we had volleball practice. I bet you think about me all the time when you're beating off."
