The day was hot, like it had been all summer, as Tabby approached the large white front doors of her friend's house. Since her 18th birthday two weeks ago her best friend Kelly had been at her to come and spend a weekend at her house. Tabby had been so busy with her athletics that this was the first opportunity she had had.
She knocked on the big front door. There was the sound of footsteps on the slate entrance hall and the door swung open. Kelly's father stood there to greet Tabby.
"Hi Mr. Andrews," Tabby said cheerfully.
"Hello Tabby, come in," the handsome 47 year old man replied. "Kelly has had to go to her Grandma's place with her Mom, she will be a couple of hours. Come in and make yourself at home."
The young brunette needed no encouragement, she had always enjoyed the Andrews' company and her friend would be back soon enough. The hall entrance to their home was large. A foyer area paved in grey slate gave way to a deep blue carpet. To the left was the large formal lounge flowing through to a family room and kitchen. On the right a small passage led to Mr. Andrews' office, a utility room and then the large triple garage. Straight ahead lay the stairs to the five bedrooms and two bathrooms.
"Thank you Mr. Andrews," Tabby smiled her likable teenage smile. "Hope I'm not disturbing your day."
"Oh, no, no," he replied looking at the gorgeous athletic shape of this tall girl. " Kelly has been looking forward to seeing you all week."
"I'll take my things upstairs if that's ok."
"Sure, sure," he said, still taking in the beauty that stood before him. "I'm just working down here in my office. I'm sure that there will be something for you to do up there."
"Don't mind me Mr. Andrews, I know my way around," Tabby laughed with the confidence of a close friend.
"Sure, just help yourself to anything you want. You know where the fridge is." He laughed, knowing what teenagers were like.
Tabby smiled back and bounced past the man and up the stairs. His stare followed her beautiful form until it disappeared at the top of the stairs. With a sigh he returned to his office.
Up in Kelly's room, Tabby quickly put her bag down and picked up a magazine from Kelly's large pile and climbed on her bed to read. After about quarter of an hour Tabby thought she should get a drink before starting her next magazine. She crept quietly down the stairs and slipped through into the kitchen.
The big fridge was well stocked and she poured out a large glass of tropical orange juice. It was sweet and cold as she gulped it down. She placed the glass back up on the bench and walked back to the foyer staircase. As she was about to step up the stairs she heard the sound of some strange music coming from the office. It was strangely cheap in its sound – not clean and sharp like that from a CD or stereo.
Tabby was puzzled. She crept along the passage until she was outside Mr. Andrews' office. Although she had visited their home on numerous occasions she had never been in his office.
The door was open and Tabby peeked in, nervously. A large desk, covered in papers and humming computer was directly in front of the young girl. To the right inside the door were a large leather couch and an armchair. Both faced away from the door. Facing the door from that end of the room was a small 20inch television. That was where the noise was coming from in the form of an adult video.
At first Tabby was shocked. Mr. Andrews was spread out, lying on the couch, his feet poking over the end. Tabby couldn't see him, but could here a soft squelching sound, the sound of a cock being pulled.
On the screen a young schoolgirl was flirting with an older teacher figure. She had a huge bust that was bursting her white blouse open. Tabby watched as the young girl began taking her clothes off. First she dropped the blouse, and then unzipped the short tartan uniform skirt. The skirt dropped to the floor and the young girl stepped out of it with a great grin on her face. This left her standing in her white lace underwear and white sox with the black school shoes. Smiling the young girl dropped to her knees and began to undo the teacher's belt, revealing his stiff cock. Seductively she licked the cock before taking it into her mouth.
A groan came from the couch and the feet sticking from the end moved slightly. Tabby could see Mr. Andrews' reflected in a glass vase near the television. Even this distorted picture showed him with a huge cock sticking from the front of his pants as he lay on the couch. Tabby came to her senses and crept back to the door. Mr. Andrews hadn't noticed the intrusion as Tabby backed out of the room. The teacher was busy removing the busty girls bra, exposing her huge breasts.
Quietly Tabby retreated back up the stairs to the bedroom. She didn't know what to think, his cock had looked so big in the distorted view in the vase. She had always thought he looked sexy. But he was so much older than she was; he wouldn't be interested in a school kid. Any way he was married and the father of her best friend. It didn't stop her feeling hot.
As she started to read another magazine she felt her pussy getting damper. For some reason she couldn't take her mind off the scene she had just witnessed. She clenched her legs together and sighed deeply, resuming the magazine. Then the thoughts flooded back and her pussy started to ache. An idea came to her, it was daring and she would have to do it now if it was to work
Downstairs the girl was finishing her blowjob on the teacher who had just blown a huge wad of hot cum into her mouth. As the next scene began (a blond girl and her black friend) Mr. Andrews groaned and let fly with a spurt of cum which messed the front of his trousers. Carefully he scooped up the majority of his sticky mess in a handful of paper tissues, which he then carefully placed in a plastic bag he had arranged beforehand. Satisfied that most of his mess was cleaned up he got up and went upstairs.
He could hear the sound of a radio coming from his daughter's room. Tabby was obviously still entertaining herself. He crept past the closed door, being sure not to make a sound. His own bedroom was at the end of the hall. A door separated part o the passage from the main house to allow the adults privacy as a dressing room came off the passage to the left and an ensuit to the right. He slipped into the bathroom and closed that door.
Another door led from the ensuit bathroom to the bedroom, this door was wide open. Mr. Andrews slipped out of his wet pants and boxer shorts and began to clean his sticky cock with a flannel. Then he noticed the sticky wet patch on his shirt tail. Quickly he pulled the dirty shirt off. All the clothes lay in a bundle on the floor as he strode naked into the bedroom.
There on the large king sized bed was Tabby, watching his every move. Mr. Andrews stopped in his tracks.
"Tabby," he exclaimed. Then his voice quieted off as he saw what the young girl was dressed in. It was a sexy little negligee that barely covered her slim body. Red, with a tight fitting lace bodice and a flouncy lace skirt which barely covered her butt as she knelt on the bed leaning forward on her elbows, like a cat watching prey. He had a direct view down the front of the dress to the curves of her tanned breasts.
"Yes Mr. Andrews?" Tabby asked slowly, licking her deep red lips. He realised that the negligee was Mrs. Andrews, that she used on special occasions to taunt Mr. Andrews. Likewise the teenage visitor had borrowed his wife's makeup to transform this young innocent into a slutty looking vixen. Just to finish the change she had a pair of shiny spike heeled shoes on, again his wife's.
