The Pass -- Reveal
Brad's forty, and his girlfriend Sarah, has been caught on camera getting fucked silly by some rugby lads on a pool table. Brad's only way out is to take a pass, 'a ticket to roam', to get even. But it becomes a friends and family affair, when Sarah's eighteen-year-old daughter Jess, gratefully accommodates him.
...He'd dealt with his mum's garden, and had stopped off on the way back at the off licence for some lubricant. Red wine and lager for him. Vodka, lime and lemonade for Jess, and then got back to the house.
"I'm back," Brad shouted up. He could hear a hairdryer going. Jess hadn't heard him. He ordered two pizzas for delivery and popped a bottle of lager, prepped a drink for Jess, and went upstairs. He needed a shower.
He knocked her door. The hairdryer had stopped. "Yeah," she shouted. Brad opened the door, and handed her the drink. She smiled sitting in a white towel, almost virginal looking. Again, discipline kicked in. Most younger lads would have gone for it there and then, but he just cast an eye. His gaze then slid across to the bed and the clothes she had out. "Fuck off!" she spouted as she threw her quilt cover over them. "You'll see shortly."
Brad casually put his hands in the air as if to say 'don't shoot,' then said "I'm getting a shower, pizza will be here in fifteen, keep an eye out for it, and when you get downstairs, find a film to put on Hun."
"Is that it? Anything else?" Jess said humorously and sarcastically.
Brad calmly responded, "Oh yes, I'd imagine they'll be more tasks to perform later," and he backed out of the room, winked and closed the door.
Brad had showered and walked down the stairs dressed in tracksuit bottoms and a loose sports vest. He hadn't been able to shift his semi hard cock since he'd got back to the house, with his vest was showing his strong shoulders, and toned arms.
Jess was already down, and in the kitchen. Brad walked in, and she handed him a bottle of lager, and just brushed his side and smelt him, like an animal in the wild. Confident. Her hair was wavy and loose, a loosely buttoned pale pink cardy, a pink and white checked loose-drop mini skirt, with off-white knee-high socks. No sign of makeup, she didn't need any.
She looked a picture of purity with a streak of absolute filth running through her.
They wondered through to the lounge, sat down, and started to watch the film. He was sat at one end of the sofa, as she lay along it, leaning with her back into Brad's chest. The film was irrelevant. It didn't take long. The small of her back had shifted to one side already, as she could sense his stiffening cock, and her hand had slid down her side to feel him through his trouser bottoms. Brad had one hand in her hair and the other was on her cardi moving across her breasts. Her nipples weren't big, but they were stiff. She had no bra on which turned him on.
The door went. "Pizza!" he exclaimed. Jess hopped off reluctantly and dealt with the delivery. She walked in with the pizza. He stopped her. "You know the rules," Brad exclaimed.