0 comments/ 208829 views/ 3 favorites Vicki Lynn's Summer Vacation By: Vickilynn I haven't talked about my family, other than for mentioning my parents, in any of my previous adventures. I have two older brothers. Well, sort of brothers. My parents adopted them after having tried unsuccessfully for several years to have a child. As apparently happens fairly frequently, as soon as they had children and the pressure was off, my mom conceived and I was the result. My brother Bob is one year older than I am and Bill is two years older. I know my parents didn't give them very original names but I suppose it is better than Phineas and Fauntleroy. My brothers and I always got along fine as I was growing up. We were close enough in age to be able to play together and share a lot of things. Including the bath tub and the bed when we were quite young. I was naturally sexually curious and they were as well when we were young teenagers but we didn't delve into our curiosities. Bill was always a very good student and a good athlete. He was captain of the football team in high school and a National Merit scholarship winner. He was always, and still is, very patriotic. He went to one of the military academies after turning down several Ivy League schools as well as a few universities better known for their football programs than for their academic stature. At a little over six feet tall, Bob was a pretty good athlete, though not as good as Bill, and was a mediocre student at best. He really wasn't too interested in studying. He was very interested in girls, however, and, possibly because he was very handsome with a high forehead, strong chin, and piercing but kind brown eyes, they seemed to reciprocate his interest. He decided to go to a junior college in our town and to live at home. I went away to university, to a school that offered a lot of the kinds of things that I was interested in. My freshman year was challenging for me, but a lot of fun as well. As it drew to a close, though, I was looking forward to returning home and seeing Bob. Bill had just finished his junior year at the Academy and had military duties to perform that summer. He was hoping he might get a weekend off that he could come visit but he wasn't sure about even that. When I got home I was glad to see my parents, with both of whom I had always had a good relationship. Well, except for when I thought I was old enough to do things that they didn't think I was old enough to do, as happens with pretty much all kids. Even if I was ticked off, I knew they were only trying to protect me because they loved me. I was especially happy to see Bob – I think Bill was a little intimidating for both of us. Bob met me at the airport where we hugged each other and then he drove us home. We talked about his year and mine along the way. He had got lots better grades than he used to in high school and had been admitted to the state university where he was going to work to complete his degree. He was still having a good time with the girls and, from what he told me, was as popular with them as ever. Mom made a very nice welcoming home dinner for us that evening. We spent a long time at the dinner table talking and talking. When mom and dad said they were going to go to bed I stood and said, "I think I will, too, I'm pretty tired." Bob quickly said, "Don't go yet, Vicki Lynn, I didn't get a chance to ask you about your school year. And you know, things you wouldn't want to talk about in front of mom and dad." I blushed and said, "There aren't any things like that, Bob, and besides, we have the whole summer ahead of us." "I know, but it is just so nice having you home again. Couldn't you stay up a little bit longer?" "Oh, okay, Bob, but I'm going to go change first. It seems as if I have had these clothes on forever. I had to get up at four this morning in order to get to the airport for my flight." "Thanks, I'll get us some cokes while you're getting changed." I went into my bedroom, which my parents had left untouched when I left for university. Ever since I was a kid my folks had joked that they wished we would hurry and grow up and go away to school so that they could rent out our rooms. I was glad to see that it really had been just a joke. I took off my blouse and my jeans and, unusually for me, folded them and put them on a chair. Then I unhooked my bra and took it off. It felt nice to have the air from the open window flowing across my breasts. My nipples must have liked it because they became very hard in only a few seconds. As I was standing there enjoying the breeze on my nipples I saw a fleeting movement out of the corner of my eye. At college I was in a girls only dorm and had got pretty used to not bothering to close doors. The truth was, it excited me not to close the door. Both at college and at home. I had forgotten that Bob would have to go to the laundry room where the freezer was to get ice cubes for our cokes. There was only a tiny opening past the hallway into my bedroom, but it was big enough that I could be seen if anybody was looking. As Bob was. I decided that my breasts were sore and needed a few minutes of massaging. They did enjoy the feel of my hands and my fingers on them, and my nipples seemed especially grateful for the attention. I hoped that Bob was still there as I reached my hands down and peeled my panties off. I stepped out of them and fluffed my pubic hair. Then I walked over to my dresser and took my time selecting a nightgown. I found a light blue one with a fairly deep neck line that I knew you could see through if you tried, which was one of the reasons I had bought it. I put it on and thought for a moment or two about putting a robe over it, but decided not to. As I walked out of my bedroom back to the living room I noticed a furtive movement and was pleased that Bob had still been watching me. "Thanks for staying up with me," Bob said as I returned. "You're welcome. I am pretty tired but I'd like to stay and talk for a bit," I said. Bob asked me questions about the courses I had been taking and friends I had met. He finally edged around to what he really wanted to ask me about, my sex life. "Do you have a steady boyfriend, Vicki Lynn?" "Not really, Bob. There was a guy during the first semester that I dated a lot but we weren't going steady." "What happened?" "He was a senior and he graduated at the end of the first term. He moved back to Indianapolis. We wrote a few times but then he met someone else and I met several someone else's." "Are any of them potentials?" "I don't think so, but I have a nice time with them. How about yourself?" Bob told me that he was having too good a time going out with several different women to confine himself to just one. And since he knew he would be leaving at the end of the summer to go to Storrs he wasn't anxious to get too serious with any of them. While we were talking I noticed that Bob's eyes frequently broke contact with my eyes and glanced down at my breasts, or further down to my pussy. I suppose the fact that my nipples, all on their own accord, managed to be quite erect, might have attracted his attention. Whenever I saw his eyes beginning to shift downwards I would avert my own eyes, looking over at the TV, which was turned on to Jay Leno. I wanted to give Bob plenty of opportunity to look at my body, and was very pleased that he wanted to do so. By the time Leno was over I was really tired. I stood up, yawned and stretched, which pulled my nightgown tightly over my breasts. Bob was staring intently at them. I'm sure he could see my nipples quite clearly through the thin material of my nightgown. "I really need to get some sleep, Bob, I'll see you in the morning," I said as I turned to go to my bedroom. Then, on a sudden inspiration, I bent down to pick up Harper's Bazaar from the coffee table to read in bed. I knew that this would pull my nightgown tightly over my ass. I glanced back and was happy to see that Bob was studying that part of my anatomy with great care. I stood up, smiled to myself and thought that this was going to be a great summer. The next morning I slept in until almost nine. At school I had to get up at six on most days and was really happy to luxuriate in bed for a while. As I lay there thinking of how much fun it had been to be almost naked with Bob the night before my fingers found their way to my pussy. I moved them in light circles up and down and then around my pussy lips. As soon as I was moist I put a finger inside me and then put it into my mouth, tasting myself. I won't say I tasted fantastically good, but it wasn't too bad, though I admit I am biased. I moved my hand back down to my pussy and began to play with my clit. It showed its usual enjoyment of the attention and became quite erect. I reached over to my nightstand and picked up a mirror I had put there the night before. I like to look at my pussy, especially when I am playing with it. My lips were extended and moisture was clearly evident. I opened and shut my knees and enjoyed watching my pussy lips open and close as I did so. I moved my hand back to my clit and stimulated it, gently at first and then more firmly. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. When my orgasm was approaching I grabbed my pillow with my free hand and pulled it over my head to stifle the noises I knew I would make. I'm pretty sure my parents knew or at least assumed that I masturbated, but I didn't see any point in making it that obvious. Feeling refreshed and relaxed I got up and walked over to the door of the bathroom connecting Bob's room with my room. I knocked and got no response so I went in. I locked the door to Bob's side, although I felt like leaving it unlocked, used the facilities and took a shower. After my shower I got dressed and came out to the kitchen. My dad had already gone to work but my mom was in the kitchen. She asked me how I had slept and I said how nice it had been to sleep in my own bed again. She said that she had to go out to do some errands and asked me not to let Bob sleep for too long. "Vicki Lynn, while I'm gone could you please go next door to the de Bloeme's and ask them if I can borrow their pastry scale? It's electronic and really accurate. I want to do some baking this afternoon and it would be a big help for me." "Sure mom, I'll just get a cup of coffee and then go over." I poured a cup of coffee and said goodbye to my mom. When I finished my coffee I went next door and rang the bell. In a couple of minutes the door was opened by Mr. de Bloeme. He was wearing only a short towel around his waist. He is only in his late twenties but he and his wife have been living next door to my folks for five or six years. He works out a lot and I could see that he is in very good shape. The towel only came down to his upper thighs and I found myself fantasizing about what was under it. I apologized for barging in and he apologized for not being dressed. He said he had just finished exercising and was about to take a shower. I felt like asking him if he could use any help in the shower but I decided against it. I was only thirteen or fourteen when I first met him and I thought he still considered me a little girl. I asked him if my mom could borrow their scales. "Of course, Vicki Lynn, come on in and we'll get it." I followed him into the house and kept my eyes on his ass as he led the way into the kitchen. He looked into several of the upper cabinets, then remarked, "I wish Pat were home. She would know exactly where the scale is." "Maybe it is in one of the lower cabinets, Mr. de Bloeme," I said. As I hoped, he squatted down to look into the bottom cabinets. When he did so, and as I had thought would happen, his naked penis and balls were on view. His cock was very nice looking. It was circumcised with a good length and girth. His balls were large and looked to be heavy. They would have felt nice in my hands. Mr. de Bloeme wasn't looking at me but he must have been aware that I was staring at his cock because it began to grow as I watched it. Next to holding a cock in my hands or my mouth as it grows, one of my favorite things is to watch it grow large. I hoped it would take him a long time to find the scale because I was really enjoying watching as his cock kept pushing further and further away from his body. I wanted to touch myself but I didn't dare. It probably didn't matter because I was getting quite moist anyway. "Oh, here it is," he said. He picked it up and held it out to me. More out than up so I bent down to take it from him, my hand only inches away from his now fully erect and breathtakingly lovely cock. "Thank you so much Mr. de Bloeme. My mom says it is really helpful to be able to use your scale because it has such precise weights," I said, while my eyes never left his erection. It was only then that Mr. de Bloeme glanced down and seemed, or at least pretended, to realize that he had an erection. He quickly stood up but that didn't help because now his cock was standing straight out in front of him. And looking very impressive. "I'm sorry, Vicki Lynn, I didn't mean for this to happen." "That's okay, Mr. de Bloeme, I think you look very nice. I bet Pat does, too." He put his hands on his cock over the towel, trying to push it down. It wasn't working. That made me glad. "I'll bring it back tomorrow if that's all right," I said as I turned to go to the door. "Sure, Vicki Lynn, any time." I left thinking that I should return the favor as well as the scale when I came back tomorrow. When I got home Bob was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. He saw that I had the scale in my hands and asked where I had got it. I told him that it was borrowed from the de Bloeme's and then told him about what had just happened. Bob could tell from my description that I had not been at all unhappy about seeing Mr. de Bloeme's erection. "Did it make you excited, Vicki Lynn?" "Very. It was truly lovely. I really wanted to hold it and caress it." "That's how I felt last night, Vicki Lynn." "What do you mean, Bob?" "I accidentally saw you when you were changing into your nightgown. You looked really beautiful." "Well Bob, that is sweet of you to say but I'm your sister." "Technically you're not, Vicki Lynn, I was adopted." "I know, Bob, but I have always thought of you and Bill as my brothers, whether you are technically or not." Although I said that, and it was true, I was re-living last night's experience of exhibiting myself to Bob. And I was getting very excited while remembering it. "Well, anyway, Bob, I have to go out now, but thanks for thinking I look pretty." I left to do some shopping and see some old friends. Early that evening I helped my mom with the baking. We made, no, she made and I tried to help with, an apple strudel. She rolled the dough out very thinly on top of the dining room table until it covered the whole table. She is somehow able to make the dough so flaky, it really tastes delicious. I have tried on my own a few times and I can't begin to compare with her. We had some for dessert that night. It was up to mom's usual high standard. Then mom set some aside and asked me to take it to the de Bloeme's in the morning when I returned the scale. Bob and I talked some more that evening while we watched a re-run of "The Godfather," which is one of my favorite movies. Bob's too. It didn't get over until past one so we said quick goodnights, took turns using the adjoining bathroom and went to bed. In the morning when I came out to the kitchen, mom and dad had already left. I fixed a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I had just finished my cereal when Bob came out. He had taken a shower and came out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. "Is this the way Mr. de Bloeme was dressed?" he asked. "Pretty much, but his towel was a lot shorter than that one." Bob rolled the towel at his waist to shorten it while I admired his physique. I could see why a lot of girls found him attractive. He was attractive. Very. "About like this?" "Yes," I laughed. "Are you going to bulge out in front, too?" "Maybe. Would you be angry?" "I guess not, but I know it isn't right." But having said that, I hoped he would anyway. I had had a few fleeting glimpses of Bob without his clothes on, usually his back side as he was leaving the bathroom just as I was coming in, but I had never seen him with an erection. It didn't take long before I did as his cock began to rise in front of him. I watched as the towel bulged further and further out, much further than Mr. de Bloeme's had done. Then, instead of just sticking out in front of him, Bob's cock kept climbing upwards until it was pointing almost directly up. I think it would have been directly up if the heavy material of the towel hadn't been getting in the way. As it was, the upward movement of his cock had lifted the towel enough so that his balls and the bottom two or three inches of his cock were in view. "Bob, you are huge," I said. "Your girl friends must love it." I was hoping that Bob's towel would slip off so I could see his cock without the encumbrance of the towel, but Bob had fastened it securely around his waist. I was trying to build up my courage to ask him to remove it, or just to remove it myself, when the phone rang. Bob and I both jumped, then I went to the phone and answered it. It was my mom. "Hi, Vicki Lynn. Have you taken the scale back to the de Bloeme's yet?" "No, mom, I was going to in a little while." "Could you do me a favor and take it back right away? I want to be able to keep borrowing it from them so I need them to see that we always return it promptly." "Sure mom, I'll take it over right now." I looked back at Bob, whose erection had subsided considerably. "Sorry, Bob, I have to get dressed and take the scale back over next door." Bob looked disappointed as I went to my room. I put on a pair of lime green thong panties that matched the blouse I was going to wear. I frequently don't wear any panties but when I do, they are almost always thongs. Next I put on my blouse. It had short sleeves and buttoned up the front, but I didn't button very many buttons. Finally I put on a pair of ridiculously short shorts. They were made of a very light white denim and fitted very snugly around my ass and my pussy. I had bought them on a giggle and had never worn them out in public, but I did like to wear them around the house. They made me feel sexy and I almost always masturbated after wearing them. At 5'5", I'm not very tall, but these shorts made my legs look very long. I suppose it was because every inch of leg that I have was on display. And if I had been wearing regular panties instead of thongs, several inches of panty would be showing as well. I came out to the kitchen and Bob, who was still sitting there in his towel, whistled. "Why thanks," I said, "Do you approve?" "Of course, you look great. I just hope it is Mr. de Bloeme who is home and not his wife." "Oh, you're right. Maybe I should go change." "No, don't do that. Take a chance. It will be fun." "Okay, I will," I said, feeling my excitement begin to grow. Bob told me that he had to go out and would be gone when I returned but asked me to tell him what happened when we would be together in the evening. I said that I would. I went next door with the strudel and the scale and rang the bell. To my relief, it was Mr. de Bloeme who answered the ring. To my sadness, he was fully dressed, though he still looked very cute. And, especially as he glanced down at my shorts, he looked very pleased to see me. "Good morning, Mr. de Bloeme," I said. "I've brought the scale back and here is some of mom's apple strudel she would like for you and Pat to have. I hope you like it." Vicki Lynn's Summer Vacation "I'm sure we will. Your mom has given us some before and it was always delicious. Speaking of which, that's the way you look this morning." "Why thank you. I was worried that my shorts might be a little indecent," I said as I glanced down at my thighs. I saw that my pussy lips were plainly visible beneath the thin material of the shorts. There was no wet spot but I thought there might well be one soon. "No, Vicki Lynn, I think you look just fine. Come on in, why don't you. Do you have time for a cup of coffee?" I said that I did and we went into the kitchen. Mr. de Bloeme replaced the scale to its place in the lower cabinet, though it wasn't nearly as interesting to watch him do so as it had been to watch him take it out yesterday. "I was kind of hoping you might have been exercising again," I said. "Well, I was, but I finished earlier than yesterday. I didn't want to embarrass you again." "I wasn't embarrassed, Mr. de Bloeme, I liked it. You are very good looking. I think your wife is very lucky." "Vicki Lynn, you're hired. Why don't you stay around and talk to me all the time? You're good for my ego," Mr. de Bloeme said with a smile. He poured us some coffee and we went into the living room where he sat in the easy chair and I sat on the couch across from him. As I did so I felt my shorts ride up on my ass, leaving more of my bare skin showing. In front, I could see a little bit of my panty peeking out from under the shorts. I knew that from his angle Mr. de Bloeme could see even more. Now I wished that I hadn't worn any panties. Then it would have been my pussy lips that he was seeing. I leaned over to pick up my coffee cup. As I did so, my blouse gaped away from my breasts. I wasn't sure whether Mr. de Bloeme was watching or not so I spoke to him to get his attention where I wanted it to be. I glanced over at him and saw that his eyes were riveted on my chest. I was very pleased. I picked up my coffee cup and took a sip, then put it back on the table very carefully, leaning over a good deal in the process. While doing so I lifted my arm to play with my hair. This pulled the left side of my shirt close to me and gave an unrestricted view of my right breast to Mr. de Bloeme. I heard a rapid intake of his breath and knew that my little ploy had worked. We kept talking and sipping our coffees for another fifteen minutes. I experimented with crossing and un-crossing my legs to see what that would do to my shorts. They rode up even further, which I thought was a nice effect. "Would you like some more coffee, Vicki Lynn?" "I would, but I really ought to let you get back to work, and I have some things that I need to do," I said. "Well, come over any time you would like some coffee or just to chat. It is really nice to have you home from college." I thanked him and said that I would do exactly that. I was conscious of his eyes on my ass as I walked away. I think the shorts had been a good buy. The next morning I waited in bed until I was sure that my folks had left the house and I heard Bob go out to the kitchen. I quickly brushed my hair and then walked naked out to the kitchen. My heart was pounding with excitement, and a little fear, but mostly excitement. I knew Bob had seen me naked, but not from up as close as it was going to be when I walked into the kitchen. He had just taken a bite of cereal as I walked in and said good morning. He glanced up from his cereal, saw me, and spluttered, spewing cereal all over the table. "I'm sorry, Bob. I didn't mean to startle you." "Vicki Lynn, you're naked." "Yes, I know. I thought that since you have already seen me naked it wouldn't make any difference to you and it is more comfortable for me not to have to put any clothes on around you." Bob was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. His shorts very quickly began to bulge out in front. I pretended not to notice as I got some cereal and orange juice. I sat down at the table and ate breakfast while talking with Bob, whose eyes almost never left my nipples, which had become very erect. They were aching to have Bob's fingers caressing them and I wondered if he would do so. While I was wondering this, the door bell rang. "It's probably Betty Ann," Bob said, "she said she would come over this morning." "Then I guess I better go get some clothes on," I said while standing up. Bob's eyes immediately went down to my pussy. I think he could see that it was quite moist. "Yes, I suppose you should. Betty Ann is pretty liberal but I don't think she is that liberal. And she doesn't know that I was adopted." I turned and walked away. "Nice ass," Bob said. "Why thanks," I said, "I'm glad you like it." "The rest of you looks pretty great, too, Vicki Lynn. I'm really lucky to have you as a sister." "And I am to have you as a brother." I went into my room and put on some clothes. Not too many, but I was more or less decent. The day passed uneventfully. The next morning I was sitting at the breakfast table when Bob came out. I saw him standing behind the door and peering in. "Are mom and dad gone?" he asked. "Yes, they left a long time ago, sleepy head." Bob smiled and walked into the room. He was naked and his cock was standing at attention. "Why Bob, I didn't know you cared," I said. "Well, I thought if you could do it, so could I Vicki Lynn. Do you mind?" "Not at all, Bob. You have a great body and a wonderful cock. I didn't know it was that big. Betty Ann is a lucky girl." Bob walked around the kitchen making some toast and getting juice and coffee. His erection was enormous. It made me very excited just looking at it. I wondered how it would feel in my hands or in my mouth. I wanted it in both places but I was reluctant to move to touch it. Teasing each other with our nakedness was one thing, and a very pleasurable thing. I didn't want to spoil that pleasure, and maybe not be able to do it any more, by taking it to the next level. So I refrained, but only barely. Bob sat down and ate his breakfast while I sipped my coffee and we talked. It would have been nicer for me if he had eaten standing up so I could keep on looking at his cock. Just as he sat down I saw that there was pre-cum seeping out. I would have loved to have tasted it but I had to content myself with imagining what it would have been like. When he finished his meal, Bob stood up. His erection had gone down but his cock was still very impressive. And very exciting to look at. As Bob walked away to get dressed I reached my hand under my skirt and started playing with myself while visualizing his erect cock in my mouth. I hadn't put any panties on that morning and my fingers were able to play with my clit and enter into my moistness without any impediment. While I was playing with myself the image of Bob's lovely cock was gradually replaced with an image of Mr. de Bloeme's almost equally lovely cock as it had grown from its flaccid state to a full erection in front of my eyes. I moved my fingers more rapidly and pulled and twisted on my clit as my breath became shallower and shallower. I closed my eyes while thinking of Mr. de Bloeme and his wonderful cock. Just as I came, letting out very audible sounds, Bob came back into the kitchen. My eyes opened as I heard him, but I couldn't stop. "Vicki Lynn, what are you doing?" Bob asked. "Just what it looks like I'm doing. I'm masturbating. Didn't you masturbate after you saw me naked yesterday?" "Well, yeah, but not in the kitchen." "Perhaps you made me more excited than I made you," I said. "No way. You're the most exciting girl I've ever known." "Thanks, Bob, with a compliment like that maybe I'll just go to my bedroom and masturbate again." And that was just what I did. Two days later I decided to take Mr. de Bloeme up on his offer of coffee and chat. I put on a light blue scoop neck tee shirt. It was sleeveless with very large arm holes. When I leaned forward you could see most of my breast. Sometimes all. I know because I checked it out in the fitting room at The Gap before buying it. Next I put on a short white skirt. It covered about half of my thighs and was fairly decent though I knew it had good flashing possibilities when I crossed my legs. I didn't bother with a bra or panties. I was very horny and I decided to see how far things might go with Mr. de Bloeme. I knew that his wife, Pat, was away visiting her sister, whose husband was ill. I also knew that Mr. de Bloeme loved Pat very much but I hoped he wouldn't think that he would be betraying her just because of making love with me. I have always believed that it is the emotional attachment rather than the physical one that is important in a relationship. Mr. de Bloeme answered the door and seemed pleased to see me. "Hi, would this be a good time to take you up on your offer of some coffee or are you too busy?" "No, Vicki Lynn, this would be a great time. I couldn't sleep very well last night with Pat gone so I got up at four and started working. I could really use a break." "Great," I said as I entered the house and followed him into the kitchen. "Do you always get so dressed just to work in the house, Mr. de Bloeme? I'm usually nude if nobody else is at home." "Don't tell me that, Vicki Lynn, you'll put wicked thoughts into my head." "I certainly hope so," I said. "Can I get the cups down? I know where Pat keeps them." "Of course, and thanks." I turned sideways and stretched up on my toes to get the cups and saucers down from the cabinet. From the corner of my eye I could see that Mr. de Bloeme had discovered just exactly how big the arm holes were on my tee shirt. He quickly took a step to his right, which I hoped enabled him to see that my nipple had already become erect. "That's a very pretty shirt you have on Vicki Lynn," he said. "Thank you Mr. de Bloeme, I'm glad you like it. I think this color goes well on me, don't you?" "Oh, yes, very well. But I think the style goes even better on you." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Vicki Lynn, you have beautiful breasts and that shirt displays them wonderfully." "Does it? I hadn't realized. I should have worn a bra but it is hot today and I just didn't feel like it." "I'm very glad that you didn't. I hope you don't mind my mentioning it." "No, not at all. I love to be complimented. I'm very insecure about my breasts." I wasn't really. I know they're okay breasts. But I suppose I really am a shameless flirt and I truly do love compliments. Mr. de Bloeme made us a fresh pot of coffee while we continued our sexual bantering. I told him again how nice he had looked wearing the towel the other day. I think he actually blushed when I told him how aroused the sight of his erection had made me. "Did it really, Vicki Lynn? I wish I had known. Maybe we could have done something about it." "It's not too late, Mr. de Bloeme, I'm still excited," I teased. "Well, let's have some coffee first." "Okay, if you insist," I said, trying to sound disappointed. I sat down and began to sip my coffee. After a minute or so I casually crossed my legs. As I had expected, Mr. de Bloeme's eyes immediately glanced down towards my pussy. They widened perceptibly though I didn't know if he had been able to tell for certain that I didn't have any panties on. After another couple of minutes I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them the other way, taking a long time in doing it. "Vicki Lynn, that's also a very pretty skirt that you have on." "Oh, why thank you, I'm glad you like it." "I guess you figured today was going to be really hot, huh?" "What do you mean, Mr. de Bloeme?" "Well, you said that you didn't wear a bra because it was so hot. And it looks like you didn't wear something else, too." "Oh, you mean that I don't have any panties on? Actually I don't wear panties most of the time, whether it's hot or cold. I like the feel of air on my bare skin." "Aren't you afraid that dirty old men like me might see you?" "You're only a few years older than I am, Mr. de Bloeme, and I like for dirty old men to see me. It makes me excited." "Are you excited now?" "I'm always excited when I see you," I said. "Look." I spread my legs and lifted my skirt, baring my pussy to his eyes. He would have had to have been blind not to see how moist I was, and he was far from blind. He got up, walked over and knelt in front of me. I took his head and pulled it into my pussy, which he immediately began to lick. He moved his tongue in little circles around my clit, then took it into his mouth and sucked on it. I think I was in ecstasy, it felt so good. I knew I was going to cum and I did, pretty loudly. He kept his tongue where it was while reaching up with his hands and touching my breasts through my tee shirt and I had another orgasm. He pulled my tee shirt up out of my skirt and moved his hands beneath the tee shirt so that he could play with my naked breasts while still playing with my clit with his tongue. He really knew what he was doing and I was thinking how lucky Pat was as I had another orgasm. Then I asked him to be inside me. I helped him off with his shirt and his pants. He was wearing boxer shorts and his cock was protruding through the slit. I reached for it and loved the feel of its smooth firmness. "You better not do that, Vicki Lynn or I will cum right in your hand." "No, don't do that, I want you to come inside me." "Are you on the pill or should I get some protection?" "I'm on the pill," I said as I slid his shorts down over his erection. Mr. de Bloeme moved me to a prone position on the couch and climbed on top of me. His muscles felt very firm and nice on top of me. And his erection felt extremely nice as I helped it to slide into me. He began moving his cock into and out of me. I picked up his rhythm and began moving as well. I loved the friction of his cock against my clit as it entered and exited from my pussy. I put my arms around him and pulled his ass against me on each of his down thrusts. He had a very nice feeling ass. I felt another orgasm coming and told him so. "Me too, Vicki Lynn. I'm trying to hold off but I don't think I can any longer." I went over the top just before Mr. de Bloeme began to spurt into me. It was a fantastic feeling and made me really glad I had come home for the summer. When both of us were spent we lay in each other's arms. Mr. de Bloeme was giving me gentle little kisses on my neck, which I love. I told him what a wonderful lover he was and he said that I wasn't half bad myself. We lay there talking and enjoying the feel of our naked bodies pressed against each other for quite some time. Then I reached my hand down in an exploratory fashion and touched his cock. It rapidly began getting hard under my touch. "Can you do it again, Mr. de Bloeme?" "Not all the time, Vicki Lynn, but today and with you, I think I can." And he did. It took a very long time this time around, which was heavenly for me. He let me be on top, which is one of my favorite positions as then my clitoris can get all the stimulation it needs. We were in no rush and pleasured ourselves until we both came again. Afterwards we washed up and I put my tee shirt and skirt back on while Mr. de Bloeme watched me. "I hate to see you get dressed, Vicki Lynn. I would so much rather have you stay naked." "So would I, Mr. de Bloeme, but I hope it will be all right if I come back and we can do this again.: "Of course, as often as you can until you have to go back to school." And that was the beginning of a lovely long summer for me.