Late in the Evening (closed)

[MidnightWalk]

I stood in the kitchen, looking out the back window, lemonade in hand. I was thinking that I should be chastising myself, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Cathy's "study group" for Monday's monster history test had turned into a Friday evening pool party with her and five of her closest friends. I still wasn't sure how that had happened. She'd asked for one of her friends to come over and study, and that had turned into two and so on until it became five. And instead of studying, they were all lounging around or splashing in the pool, thus leading to my impulse to chastise. I mean, I know they're seniors, but I still shouldn't be standing here, watching them. But for better or worse, I did appreciate a pretty woman. And some of Cathy's friends.... That redhead, Tina, was wearing the tiniest bikini that I had ever seen and the new girl, the one he'd not met before...pretty smile, lovely hair and the biggest boobs I'd seen on a girl her age barely constrained by a cute skull bikini top. I shook my head. I really shouldn't be looking, but there was so much to look at. I shifted my gaze to my wife, Melinda, taking the girls drinks and chatting with them. I generally left interacting with the young women to her. It was easier on me that way. I didn't have to learn names and wouldn't get grief for staring at chests rather than looking them in the eyes. And Melinda liked to do all that socializing.

And later, as the sun began to go down, Cathy came running in to ask if the girls could spend the night. It was hard to tell her no, and after consultation with her mother, we agreed that they could stay over. At which point, half a dozen young women took over the living room. They came flooding in, a mixture of sarongs and tshirts thrown on over their bikinis, legs and breasts everywhere. I headed back to the kitchen and ordered several pizzas to feed the girls. During the wait, a procession of young women came through the kitchen to fetch drinks or get more ice. Most of them greeted me with a quick "Hi Mr. Miller" or "Thanks for letting us stay, Mr. Miller". But when Cathy's new friend, sarong around her hips, but that skull bikini top still exposed to the world, came in for another soda, she just glanced at me with the brown eyes of hers and giggled. I could only shake my head and smile.

Once the pizza arrived, I decided discretion was the better part of valor. Grabbing a beer and piling a plate with pizza slices, I retreated through the living room to the semi-finished family room in the basement. As I passed through the living room, I could see the girls all sprawled around the room, on the sofa, chairs and floor, loaded down with sodas, pizza and chips, giggling and talking as they started the first film in the "Twilight" series. Cathy owned them all and loved watching them, which I found surprising in a girl her age, but your kids, you love them no matter how dubious their taste in movies. I just passed on through, heading for sanctuary.

Safe in the den, I kicked back to watch...well, anything. As the evening wore on, I could hear the giggling and movement, loud at first, tapering as it got later and later. I made a couple runs for additional beers, seeing them gradually settling down each time I made a pass through. Eventually, it got very quiet up there, and I settled back to enjoy the quiet, watching a movie. Melinda had already gone to bed, as she's not the night owl that I am. I leaned back into the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, one hand tucked behind my head, the other holding a beer bottle beside me.

 

[whisperwish19]

I had been hesitant about going to Cathy's house for the study session, mainly because I didn't really need to study. I knew the material and the thought of spending several hours cooped up in my friends room with five or six other girls, pouring over notes and texts from class didn't sound like an especially fun Friday night.

But they were my friends and if I could help them out, I figured that was the kind of things friends did for each other. Plus, Cathy may have mentioned that she had a pool and that we could go for a swim. I had my new bikini that I hadn't had a chance to wear yet, so needless to say, I accepted. Not only did we have a great time hanging out at the pool, but several of the girls actually decided to spend the night at Cathy's, which is how, four hours later, I found myself curled up in a big recliner in front of the television, surrounded by four other teenagers, all of whom had fallen asleep watching movies, just like me.

Still dressed in my bikini and sarong, I slowly stretched my legs out, my arms spreading out as I placed my hands on the arm rests and pushed myself up. I stood up and accidentally nudged Cathy with my leg. Her head lifted up for a moment, her eyes squinting at me, "Are you okay, Kinsley?"

"Just going to the bathroom," I whispered in response as I stepped past her. "You can go back to sleep."

After a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve myself and to change out of my bathing suit, I emerged dressed in just some pink cotton panties and a white tank top that was a little too small for me now. It had fit me a year ago, but since then my breasts had nearly doubled in size and now threatened to burst out of the tank top. I would have worn more but I'm one of those people who just can't sleep if I'm wearing too many clothes. More often than not, I sleep in the nude or just panties.

I started to make my way to the kitchen to get something to drink, when I remembered Cathy's mom saying that there were sodas and chips and other things for us in the basement. As I padded softly down the stairs and into the family room I realized I could hear sounds coming from another television. Sure enough as I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw that Cathy's father was sitting on a sofa watching a movie, a beer in his hand. I also saw the mini-fridge and stock pile of snacks that I'd come down for. Unfortunately the items were on the opposite side of the room and the only clear path to get to them was to walk right in front of Mr. Miller.

I had only met Mr. Miller that night, but I liked him. He was handsome and nice, and had a quiet confidence about him. I'd noticed him looking at me earlier, and the thought of walking in front of him, wearing what I was wearing, actually kind of excited me. So, with a deep breath, I did just that.

"Hi, Mr. Miller. Sorry, I was just going to get a drink and some chips," I explained as I moved into his field of vision. After passing in front of him I opened the fridge and leaned over to see what my options were, knowing of course that he was probably looking at my butt. What I didn't really think about was the fact that the cold air from the fridge was making my nipples hard, a fact that would be impossible to hide when I finally turned around.

 

[MidnightWalk]

I was a bit surprised when Cathy's little friend came down the stairs. I had thought they were all asleep, or at least comfortably ensconced before the tv upstairs, no doubt gossiping and giggling. So the appearance of this young woman took me a bit off guard. Reflexively, I reached for the remote. What I was watching probably wasn't appropriate. It wasn't porn, but it probably qualified as soft-core...being some sort of comedy whose major redeeming feature was a lot of bare breasts. I started to change the channel when I really noticed the young woman.

She'd changed out of her skull bikini, but this was likely more revealing. Pink panties that hid very little and the tightest little white tank I'd ever seen. The breasts that had seemed big in the bikini looked massive squashed in that thin top. It was obvious they were unsupported and heavy. I just stared as she walked by, eyes flicking from her breasts to her tight little ass.

I stayed silent as she explained her presence, mostly because I couldn't remember her name. And then, of course, as she bent over the fridge, my eyes were drawn to her butt, her little pink panties drawn tight over it. I finally found my voice, realizing that I was being rude. "Oh, that's fine. Help yourself. Are things going well upstairs? It's gotten strangely quiet up there. Everything ok?"

 

[whisperwish19]

"Oh, yeah, everyone's asleep," I responded as I finally turned around to face Cathy's dad, knowing that my nipples were hard as diamonds and poking through my tank. "Well, everyone except me. I woke up and just needed to find a little snack, you know?"

"What are you watching?" I asked turning my attention momentarily to the television, once again giving Mr. Miller a good look at my ass, which was barely covered by the little pair panties I wore. As I waited for him to answer, I saw two very busty young women pouring beer over each others chests, soaking the white shirts they were wearing and revealing the breasts beneath.

"Oh, Mr. Miller, you aren't down here in the basement being a naughty boy are you?" I teased as I turned back around to look at Cathy's dad, wondering if I had actually interrupted his jerk off session.

 

[MidnightWalk]

I couldn't help it, but my eyes went to the young woman's tits as she turned around. I so love a nice pair of heavy natural boobs and she seemed to have a great set. And after leaning into the fridge, her nipples were trying to tear a couple holes in her top. That was a nice bonus. And of course, my eyes drifted to her ass again as she turned toward the tv.

When she asked about the movie, I reluctantly tore my attention from her ass to look at the television. A couple pair of huge tits being outlined by wet tshirts were featured. Nice, but obviously fake silicone balloons. As the girls started kissing and playfully wrestling, I figured Cathy's friend would be getting the wrong impression about me and I started to protest, but then I reconsidered. I didn't really need to make excuses.

"To be honest, I have no idea what the movie is." I shrugged. "I started flipping channels and I saw some things that I liked, so I stopped here. Seemed like the thing to do." Leaning forward a little, I winked conspiratorially. "Let you in on a little fact? Men like breasts...a lot. So we tend to watch things that have them." Chuckling a little, I added, "So, if you're down here and everyone's asleep, does that mean the pillow fighting is over upstairs?"

 

[whisperwish19]

"Men like breasts...a lot. So we tend to watch things that have them."

It was pretty apparent from the fact that Mr. Miller's eyes kept dropping down to my chest, that he was one of those guys who really, really liked breasts...a lot. Honestly, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that he wasn't talking to me like a parent talking to a kid, and I was more than a little flattered by the way he was looking at me.

"So, if you're down here and everyone's asleep, does that mean the pillow fighting is over upstairs?" he asked as I took a step closer to him.

"Oh, yeah, everything's pretty quiet up there right now," I responded. "Maybe I could...hang out down here with you for a few minutes...I'm kinda wide awake right now..." As I spoke I eyed the space on the small sofa next to Cathy's dad. I knew I shouldn't be teasing him or flirting with him considering how much older he was and the fact that he was the father of a friend, but I couldn't really help myself. He was cute, and I've always been a sucker for attention.

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Well, if you don't mind hanging about with an old man, I certainly don't mind." I scooted over a bit to give her room to sit. "Though I doubt it's as much fun as being upstairs. I'm just a guy with a dubious taste in movies." Smiling, I patted the sofa cushion, inviting her to sit.

I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but they just were not cooperating. Of course, they kept drifting to her massive young mammaries and down to those pink panties. This was a young woman in fantastic shape. She was going to be breaking hearts left and right, if she wasn't already. And looking like that....she was causing a particular stiffening, which I really couldn't afford, just now. And yet, my gaze traveled back to her stretched out tank top and those pokey nipples. The thought flitted through my brain, wondering what those big love pillows would feel like. Much better than the ones on tv, that was for damned certain.

As I watched her, something else occurred to me. "You know, I don't think I caught your name. I mean, I'm sorry about that...I try to know all of Cathy's friends, but with all the" (boobs and butts) "chaos upstairs, I think I missed it."

 

[whisperwish19]

"It's Kinsley...Kinsley Turner," I answered as I sat down on the sofa, my legs folding up Indian style beneath me, my body turned toward Mr. Miller.

"And, I wouldn't say you're an 'old' man, just older," I assured him before I quickly leaned forward and snatched his half empty beer from his hand. Lifting it to my lips, I drained the rest of the beer in a single, long gulp.

"So, I'm guessing that with a house full of teenage girls in bikini's and underwear that it's really hard..." I said with a smile, "to concentrate," I added.

 

[MidnightWalk]

I cocked an eyebrow at the young woman as she took my beer and finished it. I found myself admiring her cheek and gall, and the rest of her too. As she sat indian style, those pink panties were pulled tight against her pussy, showing a bit of a camel toe. That didn't help my...concentration...any.

Smiling, I offered, "Well, it does make it hard. My concentration ain't what it used to be. Still, having you lot around does keep me up, on my toes." She smelled faintly of cocoanut, presumably from sunscreen, and up close, those big tits were even bigger. Which reminded me...

Taking up the remote, I offered it to young Kinsley. "Here you go. I like to think I'm a good host. I'm sure looking at bare boobs doesn't do anything for you, so find something that'll amuse you. I'm pretty easy going." I took the empty beer bottle from her hand, and turned to put it on the table beside me. Doing so gave me a chance to shift my growing hardon, so it wouldn't tent me up in a very obvious way.

 

[whisperwish19]

"Thank you, kind sir," I smiled as I accepted the remote control, then spent the next couple of minutes flipping through the available channels, eventually settling on a music channel that was playing top 40 songs. Leaning forward slightly I placed the remote on the sofa between myself and Cathy's dad.

"Looks like we need some more beers," I observed, rising from the sofa and stepping over to the fridge to retrieve two beers, handing one to Mr. Miller and keeping one for myself.

"So, you say that all men like breasts, and from what I can see, you're a man..." I began playfully, "...do you like my breasts?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

I nodded appreciatively as she went to the fridge, flaunting that great ass and lovely thighs again,and of course, bending over to hand me the cold bottle. As she asked her question, I hesitated. What does one say in such a situation? To cover the pause, I took a deep swallow of the beer. On the one hand, she was Cathy's friend, and young enough to be my daughter. It didn't seem right that I should admit how much I liked her mammaries. That way led to trouble. On the other hand, she asked, and asking deserved an answer. It also had the novelty of no one asking me that question in at least the last 20 years. It might be good to find out if I was still in practice.

I cleared my throat. "You have breasts?" Smiling, I chuckled. "Sorry, small joke about a big subject." Now that she'd asked, I didn't even have to pretend that I wasn't looking. I studied the breasts in question as they stretched out the thin, tight tank top. I could see the nipples clearly, poking out, and the outlines of the aureolas. It was a nice view. Unfortunately, as I studied, my own dominant organ continued to fill with blood.

"Well...from what I can see, they seem nice. I mean, you fill out that shirt very nicely, and the shape seems to be a damned sight better than what was on tv a few minutes ago. I really hate the look of fake ones. Give me a breast with a little natural sag over one of those inflated cantaloupes any day of the week." I looked into her face for a second. "Sorry, that was probably TMI, right? Like I said, from what I can see, they look very nice."

 

[whisperwish19]

I have to admit, I loved the slightly uncomfortable look that swept across Mr. Miller's face when he first heard the question, the way his eyes involuntarily glanced down at my tits, then away. The way he chose to take a drink of his beer before answering, the little joke he made, and of course, the way he unabashedly stared at my tits as he finally responded. I loved it all. Every moment, so much so, that I could feel my nipples swell and stiffen even more. And that wasn't the only physical response I felt. I could feel myself growing aroused as well, my pussy growing a little wet.

"From what you can see?" I questioned. "Is that your way of saying you would need to see more to make a fair evaluation? I mean...I guess...if that's what you really want..." as my voice trailed off, I reached down and took hold of the bottom of my tank top, lifting it up just enough to expose some of my belly.

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Well, of course I didn't say that, Kinsley. I didn't say that at all,' waving her comment away. "Now, emphasizing that, it does seem that if you want a full evaluation, I would have to have more information. But that's completely up to you."

My eyes flicked down to where she was baring that flat little belly, the one I'd already seen out by the pool and when she passed me in the kitchen. That's not exactly what I wanted to see, but she seemed headed in that direction. I did have to wonder about this girl, though. None of Cathy's friends had ever acted like this before, and it couldn't just be the beer. I'd never told them no, not since Senior year had started, I just didn't let them drive or go home until it was out of their systems. It made me the cool dad, even if it was bordering on getting me thrown in jail. Still, here was one of her friends, seemingly offering to show me her breasts. And I couldn't find a reason to say no. Well, I could, just not one I wanted to hear.

 

[whisperwish19]

"Oh, of course not, Mr. Miller, I know you weren't suggesting something like that, you would never do that..." I responded, the sarcasm in my voice clearly suggesting the opposite. "But, if you think it would help you..."

Slowly I pulled the bottom of the tank top up, revealing my entire abdomen, then another inch up, revealing the bottoms of my boobs. Another inch. Another inch, this time, letting him see just the bottom of my areolae. I hesitated there, making him wait before finally resuming the slow, measured rise of my shirt. Once my hard nipples were exposed, I pushed the tank top all the way up to the top of my chest, letting my tits hang out for Cathy's dad to explore visually.

Leaning back slightly, and pushing my tits upward and forward, I raised my beer to my lips and took several long sips, before finally turning my attention back to Mr. Miller, "Well?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Good god, Kinsley!" I stared, mouth dropping open a bit. These were easily the hottest tits I'd ever seen in real life. The flow of blood to my reproductive organ quadrupled. I stared at those huge, heavy things. The tan lines were sexy, highlighting her pink areolas and hard nipples with the pale flesh.

A number of things flashed through my mind that I could do with them, though none of them seemed wise at this time. "Those things are beautiful," I managed. "The most gorgeous breasts I've seen in a long time." And that was only the truth. I had to wonder, why was she showing me her tits, not that I was going to complain.

 

[whisperwish19]

Doing my best to keep the shit-eating grin off my face, I waited until the string of compliments finally ended before I finally pulled my tank top back down over my breasts, carefully leaving the bottom of one boob exposed, while making it look accidental.

"I'm glad you like them," I said as I took another series of sips from my beer. And I could definitely tell that he liked them based on the way the bulge in his pants had grown prominently, and the way his eyes had grown wide while feasting on them. Seeing and hearing the overwhelming response from Cathy's dad only caused me to grow more aroused and I realized that I was dangerously close to crossing from flirting to actually doing something.

"Mr. Miller...since I showed you my tits...well...it's only fair that you show me yours, right?" I pointed out, my eyes lingering on the front of his pants for a long moment to make it obvious what I wanted to see.

 

[MidnightWalk]

I smiled at her. "Since you showed me your chest, I should show you mine? I can do that." I took hold of my tshirt, just like she had and pulled it up to just below my chin. I showed off a reasonably in shape belly and hairy chest. "Not as nice as yours, of course, but guys...what can you do?"

I dropped the shirt, eying the lower curve of her heavy boobs. Underboob was just as nice as cleavage, to my mind. I wanted to wrap my hand around her tit, but that certainly wouldn't be right.

 

[whisperwish19]

"You're so crazy, Mr. Miller," I responded to his little stunt with his shirt. "You have a beautiful chest, but I'm pretty sure you know that isn't what I meant..."

I leaned forward, reaching out with the beer in my hand and allowing the bottom of the bottle to gently brush against the bulge in his pants before sitting back.

"C'mon, I promise not to tell anyone," I tried to assure him. "Just take it out and let me see how big it is. Please?"

 

[MidnightWalk]

I groaned, a bit involuntarily, as the bottle touched my groin. "I don't think you showing your breasts is quite on the same level with me taking my penis out, do you? One's quite a bit more intimate than the other. If I were to take my penis out...and that's a big IF...what's in it for me?" I challenged her. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And the sad truth was this young woman was turning me on in ways that movie never had a chance to.

 

[whisperwish19]

I laughed at his question as I sat back against the arm of the couch, arching my back and pushing my tits out toward Cathy's dad. The truth was, as bold as I was being, a part of me was scared that I might be getting in over my head. This was a grown man, not some teenage boy, and the father of one of my friends, not some stranger. In fact, my friend was asleep just upstairs, along with a half dozen more of my friends, any one of whom could walk down the stairs at any moment. And just a floor above them was Mr. Miller's wife.

Somehow the thought of being caught by Mrs. Miller or by one of the teenage girl's that slept upstairs, instead of causing me to put the breaks on, only made me more horny.

"Well, if it's as big as I think it is...if you took it out...I might just have trouble keeping my hands off of it," I teased as I reached down and played with one of my nipples which was still swollen and hard.

 

[MidnightWalk]

"Well now, Kinsley..." I smiled, looking at this young woman. I had to admit, the brief look at her tits that I'd gotten had pumped a lot of blood into my penis...I could feel it hardening in my trousers. And something about this girl just made me want to show it to her, house full of guests be damned. And as for Melinda...well, if she showed this much interest in it, more often, I likely wouldn't be considering what I was considering.

I looked at this girl, her underboob showing, intentionally or not. Those smooth, natural curves of pale flesh showing. And then when she teased, and actually pinched her nipple through her very tight shirt.... That confirmed it for me.

I leaned back against the sofa, challenging her. "If you want to see it...that's fine. But you have to take it out. If you're brave enough to do so." Grinning, I folded my arms across my chest, watching her and wondering if she'd do it. I very much wanted her to, but was half afraid she'd chicken out and flee up stairs...or worse, tell my wife. But as of now, there was nothing I could do about it. I'd said it out loud. Now it was time for her to put up, or shut up. I certainly knew which way I hoped she'd go. Now to see if she would.

 

[whisperwish19]

I have to admit, I hesitated when Mr. Miller challenged me to be the one to take his dick out of his pants. I'm not sure why, considering the fact that I had just showed him my tits and the fact that taking his dick out so I could see it had been my idea, but it just seemed so...aggressive. Then again, I had just rubbed it with my beer a moment before...and I did kinda really want to see it...

As I continued to debate what I should do, I stretched one leg out toward Cathy's dad, letting my bare foot slip into his lap and rub very deliberately along the length of his shaft and down to where I imagined his balls were, then back up. He definitely felt hard to me, and big, and that was enough to decide things for me.

I pulled my leg back under me, then shifted forward until I was leaning over his lap, my tits hanging down, giving Mr. Miller a fantastic view of my cleavage. I reached for the button on his pants, unsnapping it, then slowly began to unzip his pants, excited about the prospect of seeing how hard I had managed to make him. Pulling his pants open I could see the head, swollen and purple, poking out of the top of his boxers. At this point there was no more hesitation, I took hold of his boxers and jerked them down, freeing his big, thick penis, which immediately stood at attention, springing up from his lap in front of me.

"Wow!" was all I said as I stared at Mr. Miller's erection, my hands on his lap to either side of the enormous cock that had sprouted up in front of my face.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Now, that was surprising. I groaned a bit as she rubbed her foot over my groin, feeling me up with her toes. I watched her smooth leg, wanting to grab it, but being patient and letting it play out. And it went from interesting to much better.

My mouth gaped a bit as she shifted and leaned over my groin. The sight of her big young tits, hanging, pressing against the tight cotton got me even harder. I very much wanted to experience those tits, in a number of way. And knowing that she was going to take the dare...that worked even better. I leaned back a bit giving her better access.

It felt very nice as she worked at my trousers, unfastening them and unzipping them. When she saw the swollen glans poking out of my boxers, I thought for second that she was going to call the whole thing off. But then she damned near ripped my trousers and shorts down to mid-thigh, leaving me bare assed on the sofa, my hard cock jutting up like a rigid flagpole, making me proud. I mean, they say that it is more difficult for older guys.... Never happened to me yet, and with the inspiration of those tits pretty much guaranteed it wouldn't happen now.

Still, I watched her face and the awe-struck expression as she gasped, hands on my bare thighs. "See something you like? I hope so. You caused this." Teenaged girl sitting her on my sofa, baring her tits at me, asking to see my penis...this could go a number of amazing places. I glanced quickly at the stairs, then back at Kinsley.

I slowly reached down, wrapping my fingers around my erection, and slowly stroked up and down. "And I think it is very happy you did. I haven't been hard like this in a while." I smiled at Kinsley, expressing a matter of degree. It felt like I could use the damned thing as an anvil. If this is what a young woman's tits could do to it, I should have found a pair earlier.

"So...having trouble keeping your hands off of it?" I grinned, daring her, again.

 

[whisperwish19]

When Cathy's dad actually put his hand around his cock and started to stroke it, I swear I actually started to drool. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true. His dick was magnificent. Big and thick and hard and...did I say magnificent? From the moment it sprung up into the air, my mind started to race with possibilities and it hadn't stopped yet.

"So...having trouble keeping your hands off of it?" Mr. Miller asked, breaking me out of the momentary trance I was in.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, immediately realizing what a stupid question that was. No guy was going to let me take his dick out, but then refuse to let me touch it. Of course he wanted me to touch it.

My hand moved closer to the base of his cock, waiting to see if Mr. Miller would move his own hand and let me have a chance. As I leaned closer, my breasts pressed against his arm.

 

[MidnightWalk]

As Kinsley started to reach for my erection, I released it, and took hold of her hand. "Well, you started it, so it seems only fair." Looking her in the eye, I moved her hand to my cock, slowly, methodically wrapping her small fingers around my thickness. For fun, I used her hand to give my penis a couple of pumps, before releasing it, to let her hold it on her own. I did give a groan as her soft, warm fingers closed on my cock. "Mmm, that's nice."

Still smiling at her, I twisted my hand around, opening my hand to allow her tit to fit into it easily, cupping her as she touched my penis. It seemed only fair...she was touching my cock, I should get to cup her breast through her top. Bare would have been better, but at a certain point, you don't push things. As it was, I was reasonably sure I could get at least a handjob out of this high school senior. I expected she'd had enough boyfriends to know how to do that. I mean, she was very pretty and had a gorgeous body, so it stood to reason. Still....

"Do you know how to handle one of these? Do you have any experience? Or is it all second hand stories from your girlfriends?" I winked and jerked the thumb of my free hand upward.