Some people might call me a gold digger. I don't really see it that way. I just happened to fall in love with a man who was nearly twice my age. The story of how we met is interesting, but it is not the one I am here to tell. What you want to hear is about the summer my husband had to go overseas on business and left me alone in our huge house, with his children, who were nearly my own age. His daughter had just graduated high school and was preparing to leave for college in the fall. His son had just completed his second year of college, and he and all his frat friends were forced to move home when the school campus closed for the summer. This is how the whole thing started...
Joslyn was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She was a tiny little girl, only about 5 foot 1 inches tall, and incredibly fit. Her pert tits were just the right size for her body and nicely complimented her tight stomach, and round ass. She had been a cheerleader throughout school, but was a devoted student and didn't much have time for the social scene. She was easy to talk to, and we quickly became friends.
Joslyn was preparing for her finals when I moved in. She was planning on spending the summer reading and preparing herself for the hard life of an Ivy League student. Her older brother, Zach, had moved back home for the summer and was looking forward to sleeping and partying as much as possible. The weekend after Zach and I moved in, we had Joslyn's graduation party that was also paired with my husband's going-away party. And then, I was the adult of the house. At 24, I wasn't sure I was prepared for this role.
Zach spent the majority of his time sleeping or out of the house, which left Joslyn and I to get to know one another. We hung out a lot by the pool, or in the kitchen sipping coffee, or just laying around reading or watching movies. Most of the time, we were wearing very little clothing. Joslyn especially liked to lay out topless, as long as Zach and his friends weren't around. Her body blew me away, and there were several times I had to excuse myself to take a cold shower. Being young, newly married, and without my husband, the sexual frustration was intense. Occasionally we talked about sex, and I had learned that Joslyn was not a virgin, but had not quite decided on her sexuality. She was not wrapped up in things like that. I found myself masturbating to the thought of her frequently.
Late one morning, while Zach was again passed out from his all night adventures, I went upstairs to see if Joslyn had gotten up yet. I passed Zach's room and heard him snoring. I closed his door and moved on. Joslyn's door was cracked and I could hear muffled moans. I stopped myself from opening the door and just peaked in. My jaw dropped when I saw her, but couldn't tear myself away. She was naked except for a pair of boy short panties that perfectly hugged her perky little butt. She had mounted a body pillow and was grinding vigorously against it. Her voice became more strained as her body humped harder and quicker against the oversized pillow. I couldn't help myself, I reached into my shorts. I rubbed in unison with Joslyn's movements and soon we were both close to cumming. I had to hold off while I watched her bury her face as she moaned into a pillow. As she rolled over with a big deep breath, I slowly slipped away and ran down to my room.
I didn't even bother to get under to covers; I just threw myself on the bed and shoved my hand back down my shorts. I closed my eyes and imagined being that giant pillow. I rubbed my clit with such vigor I thought I might cause a friction burn. I was so wet that I could feel my juice flowing down my ass crack. I bit my lip and moaned deeply as I came. My body jerked and I inhaled deeply, so focused on my own pleasure that I did not hear the door open. I slowly pulled my hand out of my shorts and carefully went to slide off the bed, when I caught something in the corner of my eye. Joslyn stood in my doorway, her mouth agape. I was also speechless. We stood there for a minute, staring at each other. What happened next, took me by surprise.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me get cleaned up?" I asked, unsure that I had even said that out loud.
Joslyn didn't respond. I stripped off my clothes and walked to the bathroom, gesturing her to follow me. I started the shower and saw that she had joined me. She was backed up the counter, cautiously watching me. I closed the bathroom door and approached her. She stared at my tits, and I realized it was the first time she had seen them completely uncovered. At a natural D cup, mine were much larger than her small Bs. My body was curvy and soft, another contrast to her tight body.
I put my hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her, gentle and soft. I pulled back and looked at her, gauging her reaction. Joslyn was still silent, but she smiled. I asked her if she was okay and she nodded. I grabbed at her tank top and pulled it over her head. I pressed my body against her, and whispered into her ear as I pulled off her shorts. "Trust me."
