Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination.
(Willy Wonka)
Thoughts of the BBQ kept coming back to me, providing wank fodder time and time again. What I couldn't understand was Nicola's fascination with muscles, and in particular a 40 something builder's muscles. It was just what I needed to buck me up. Forget pills from my doctor, Nicola could almost raise a dead man's cock with her talents and even daydreaming about how she'd entertained me gave me wank after wank after wank. Having said that, well, what was my lovely daughter planning next? I was shortly to find out!
It was a Wednesday morning, early October. As was my usual routine I was doing the crossword, when the phone rang.
"Hi, Harry, it's Nicola. I'm really sorry to trouble you but the shower has stopped working again. Would you mind taking a look at it please?"
Mind? I most certainly didn't mind. "Sure. I'll be straight round."
"Oh, that's ace. Can you let yourself in? I was halfway through showering when it stopped."
Peter must have overheard the conversion. He was pointing towards the door, then pointing upstairs raring to go help a damsel in distress.
"No problem. I'll be straight there." Had I sounded too eager? You bet I had.
Toolbox in hand, it was the fastest I'd moved all month. Nicola had a bath sheet draped loosely around her. Her hair was dripping wet (isn't that so erotic?). I spotted the problem straightaway.
"No power." I pointed upwards. "The neon isn't lit." As the house hadn't been modernised I figured the shower fuse had blown. I had some fuse wire round home.
It took all of 5 minutes to fix. The same bath sheet adorned Nicola's delightful body.
"Try it now."
Nicola dropped the bath sheet. The neon light was now lit above the pull cord. The shower started up perfectly.
"I'm going back to my crossword. Ring me again if you have problems."
"Can't you stay here in case it goes wrong?" answered Nicola, in a tone of voice which sounded more like a command. "In that case I can finish sooner."
"You mean stay and watch?"
"If you like. If you get bored you can go downstairs."
Without waiting for another comment from me Nicola closed the shower door and applied a liberal amount of shampoo to her already wet hair. Working it in soon produced copious amounts of lather, the foaming soap suds streamimg down her face and shoulders, running steadily down to her legs and feet. The white foam quickly hid parts of Nicola's body, streaming around her smaller than average, but perfectly formed breasts. Steered down through what cleavage she had, the foam continued down her tummy, temporarily hiding her sparse pubic hair.
What would have been, to my mind, a perfectly smooth groove was now spoiled by 2 weeks' stubble. The small triangle of hair I'd seen before still looked fine. But, as the saying goes, beggars can't be choosers. The foam, however, didn't spoil the sexiness of my neighbour's young body. Far from it. Like a minimal, carefully cut bikini, the bits which were hidden made her whole body sexy and alluring.
As the foamy lather was washed away, I began to see again the perfection of her body. Her eyes, though temporarily closed, were brown. Her cute nose had a very slight upturn. Nicola always seemed to be smiling ... a natural smile, I think, that nature had bestowed on her. Despite a residual tan from the summer sun, this was now fading. Her skin was much paler than my twin daughters but this only served to enhance the darkness of her nipples and the surrounding, much darker, areolae. She was blessed with quite plump nipples which, with the shower water gently teasing them, stood out well proud.
"Hey, builderman. Are you just gonna stand there fucking gazing at me, or are you gonna join me?" Her eyes now open, Nicola had seen me drinking in her natural beauty.
"I hadn't planned taking a second shower this morning," was my rather rude reply.
'Never ever turn down such an offer.' I chastised myself.
"Oh come on, mister fuckin' muscle builderman," came the equally terse reply. "Just see what you're missing."
With that, my young, cute and sexy new neighbour took a liberal palmful of shower gel. She turned the water flow down a notch. Letting the water trickle rather than flow she slowly lathered up her breasts. Gently and determinedly spreading the light foam in circles, Nicola caressed her breasts with well practiced hands. Her eyes closed again as she concentrated on arousing every one of those delightful nerve endings. If her nipples were full and aroused before, they seemed to become even stiffer. What her breasts lacked in size was compensated for by the coatpeg fullness of her nipples. I swear I could have hung my Sunday best suit on either without them giving way.
After a minute or two, and when both tits had got maximum arousal, her hand moved down to her stubble-coated cunt lips. Eyes still closed she launched a sustained attack on her clit, dipping down from time to time and inserting two, sometimes three fingers into her welcoming enchanted cave.
She paused the attack to bark a command at me.
"For fuck's sake. Are you just gonna gawp and drool? I need some help here. Get your fucking clothes off and get in here NOW! ... and wipe the drool off your chin."
That was a command, not a request. It took me literally seconds to get in there. Immediately I took one large juicy nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking as if my life depended on it. I wasn't used to being ordered, least of all by a woman less than half my age, but it just seemed so right. Puzzling? Yes, but the very shock of it hyped me up, raring to go, firing on four cylinders. No, strike that. Two cylinders and an already greased up piston. Ready to get my own back I bit the nipple, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to hurt for long.
But this only served to rev up Nicola even more; pain and instant gain. Digging furiously at her treasure chest I could sense she was going to come. I stopped sucking the reddening nipple immediately and decided to take over. Standing up I pulled Nicola's fingers from her honey pot, lifted her up and rammed my piston deep inside her. Such was the unexpectedness of it all, we both climaxed very quickly.
When our senses became normal again Nicola's only words were:
"Well, mister ironrod builder muscleman, it took you a while but it looks like you're learning. Oh! and thanks for fixing the shower."
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After existing on occasional work for what seemed like an eternity, I finally got an offer of regular work for a couple of months. With the girls back at uni, there was no need to be home in my usual roles of taxi driver, peacemaker, cash dispenser, cook, cleaner etc. OK, maybe I'm being harsh on the girls - they were experts in anything that could be microwaved (such as reheating the remains of last night's pizza) and they were acknowledged experts at making toast.
One of my contacts had phoned me. They were behind on contract on a new housing estate. As there were penalties for late completion that meant 6 to 8 weeks with overtime, which meant we would have a really good Christmas. Bob told me that the housing market was picking up after the recession, especially new builds. This was cheering news.
I arrived home 8pm one Friday evening to the news that Sam had phoned.
"One of the projects she's been working is missing from her laptop." Elaine told me, "How it had happened she doesn't know. Fortunately the missing files are backed up on a USB stick. Unfortunately the stick is missing too."
Sam seemed to think it might be in her bedroom, but Elaine couldn't find it. I agreed to look as soon as I could.
"I think I've got it, " I shouted down after a frantic search. Truth was I'd also found her camera, tucked inside a sweatshirt, possibly to stop us accidentally finding it. Curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked a look at her holiday photos. What didn't surprise me was the batch of beach photos. What did surprise me was that some photos appeared to be on a nudist beach! It all began to make sense ... the not-so-white white bits Sam had shown me when I'd bribed her after her shower. Bribe? Yes bribe. It sounded bad. Incentive? Yes that sounded much better. I'd offered her an incentive.
