I know for the reader the beginning of these stories can often be rather dry. Honestly, when I was a reader I would have agreed; but as a writer I suddenly began to understand the need for the backstory. I'll try to be quick, so you can get to the juicy parts I know you all want.
First of all my name is Mark Barr; I'm forty-six years old and an architect. I'm no Remington Steele or Tom Cruise, whichever generation you come from; but I would like to think that at six foot two and a hundred and ninety pounds I can still cut a decent manly pose. We have an in home gym in our basement that I will admit I probably could and should use more; but find the time.
MY wife's name is Carol, she teaches English at our local high school. No our sex life isn't terrible, and no she doesn't screw every male in town. Like me; at forty-five age has caught up to her a bit; her 36C's hang a big heavier on her chest, and her hips might be a bit fuller after two kids; but she has an ass you could grip all night long.
Carol loves her poetry and her classics, which shouldn't surprise anyone. Me, I'm more into movies, especially all the special effects. I love my wife very much, don't get me wrong; but like any couple that has been married for over twenty years, we have our differences; and yes sometimes those differences spill into the bedroom.
As a design architect I am more into form than function. I let the mechanical engineers worry about the guts of a building; I work with flow and form; how the building transitions from floor to floor or section to section; and especially that first impression you get when you get out of your car in the parking lot and see the building.
For Carol, it's much more what you say than how you say it, to her as an English teacher; it's all about the words. Carol will sometimes get frustrated, claiming I'm not enjoying sex with her because I'm not expressive enough. Let's be real; when you've been married over twenty years, and you've made love over two thousand times; to me why do you need to be.
I know what trips her lights, and what not to do; I would think after this long she would know me just as well. In some ways she is very verbal, and in other things very conservative.
Last night we were getting frisky after going to bed. We have two children by the way. Our oldest son is twenty-two and he attends state university. Our youngest is Raye, our nineteen year old daughter; who attends local community college. She decided the first two years were basic education and she could just as easily get it at community college as she could at university; and at half the cost. Leave it to Raye to be logical about these things.
Anyway, back to where I was. Things were beginning to warm up, when Carol started in about me not being 'into it'. She wanted me to be more assertive and more verbal; I just wanted to enjoy the sensations. It was our usual disagreement.
Of course it didn't help when I gave a smart remark about fucking her tight wet cunt; Carol can be rather reserved about some things. Needless to say things deteriorated down from there, ending when Carol turned on her side in a huff; calling off our little tryst.
The next morning I tried to apologize and be more romantic; but the damage was done. Carol commented about how she was tired she was the only putting anything into our lovemaking; then off to the mall she went in a huff.
Being a Saturday morning, I headed to my office; I figured I could get some work done since getting my blue balls off didn't seem to be on the agenda.
My office used to be our sons bedroom, I had converted it when he entered his second year at university and it was evident he had no plans on returning. I settled in my chair and flipped on my computer, I could hear Raye's music rumbling through the wall since her bedroom was right beside the office.
I sat waiting for the system to boot up my mind wandering. Like all men, I have fantasies, and one of them was recurring. To just once have a partner to go through the entire act with and never say a word. Too just know what each other wanted, and to do it; no directions, no reminders; just synchronized sex.
It startled me when I realized someone was standing beside my chair. I swiveled slightly and found Raye standing there staring at me. How to describe Raye? Would you call her willowy? Not really I would have to say.
She took more after her maternal grandmother than either her mom or I. Like Grandma Nora she barely stood over five feet tall, and I bet the girl weighed a whopping hundred pounds at best. Her size belied her strength, which could be seen in those tanned and tones legs; strengthened from four years of volleyball and girls soccer.
The same legs that were on display right now as she stood by my chair in her night shirt, which barely ended below her ass. But it wasn't her ass my eyes landed on when I turned. I would say Raye's breasts were probably a 34C; which you might consider normal for most women, but when you put them on that small frame, it made them look huge.
At that moment I was staring right at them, as two points pressed against the fabric of her night shirt. I didn't usually perv over my daughters breasts, but when they are eye level it's kind of hard not to.
I pulled my eyes away from what I knew were her braless breasts and looked up. Raye has long auburn hair that she usually keeps in a ponytail. When she lets it hang loose like she was this morning, it falls in waves to frame her face, and what I consider to be one of her best features. Those big brown doe like eyes that looked at me now.
I stared up at her, wondering how much this was going to cost me this time. Let's be real, Raye is a teenage girl; and if she could get away with it she would max out my credit cards.
I sat in dumb shock as Raye reached down and gripped the armrests of my chair, finishing my turn until I faced her. Then, without uttering a word, she began to climb onto my lap.
Let me say here that my office chair is not what you think. When you spend as much time as I do sitting in it; you tend to get the one you like. My chair had bigger armrests for me to lean on; ones Raye used quite well as she levered herself up. The seat was a bit wider than most, allowing me to shift around. Raye used that width as she slid her slender legs along the outside of mine, straddling me.
The whole motion caught me so off guard I was totally mute. Raye had never been the clinging 'sit on daddy's lap' kind of girl. Oh she was loving and affectionate, but never like this.
Raye positioned herself and I realized she wasn't climbing into my lap; she had climbed ONTO my lap. MY eyes must have enlarged to double their size as my nineteen year old daughter lowered herself onto my lap.
That tight night shirt slid up those tanned thighs until the edge of her panties peeked out. I felt pure heat descend and then press into my groin. I have news guys; I challenge any male out there to tell me what would happen if a nubile nineteen your old suddenly pressed her heated sex down onto his bulge. You got it; my cock reared its lions head in mere seconds.
I saw the hint of a smile cross Raye's face as she felt that growing bulge under her. I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she was doing. Suddenly one hand shot up from the arm rest and two soft fingers tapped at my lips, her head shaking no.
I closed my mouth, and damn near groaned when she gripped the arms again, and began to slowly grind her body into me. I stared into her large brown eyes as that hint of a smile returned when she felt me pulse under her.
