Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Jesus!

~~~~~

She left that first day at three, and would’ve been content to stay all day if I hadn’t shooed her out finally, carrying five books and three CD’s of new stories and notes and promising, “I’ll get right to work on this tonight sir.” As a parting shot, she said with a sexy grin, obviously teasing me and testing my response at the same time, “I took three of your old ‘Erotic’ books too professor, that’s a genre I don’t know much about.”

“You don’t? I thought all you young, modern girls fell asleep reading ‘Vagina Monologues’, and the like,” I laughed.

“Ha, ha, ha professor. But if I do need something explained I’ll ask Isobel. She’s quite the expert,” she exclaimed as she started down the stairs.

“Is she?” I asked as her head dropped through the hatch and she disappeared. But I couldn’t help but wonder just how innocent my little, sweet Samantha was, and just how come those top two buttons had come undone.

~~~~~

The week that followed was the happiest I’d had in years, as I couldn’t help but be continually delighted by the presence of this young girl I’d always loved but never known. She was smart and funny and kind and sexy; everything a father could ever ask for in a daughter.

She’d arrive at eight and we’d work for an hour and a half before breaking for a quick swim and then a breakfast prepared by my housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Gomez, Maria. Samantha had been surprised the first day we swam; unable to stop gawking when I appeared by the pool in just a small bathing thong.

Finally, after staring at me for seconds as I walked toward her, she blurted, “Gee professor, is that all you swim in?”

“You’re lucky he’s wearing anything,” Maria interjected crankily.

“What?”

“The good professor usually swims totally naked honey. In the ocean or in the pool, always naked,” Mrs. Gomez complained, a broad grin on her face. “You can’t run around with your thingamajig bouncing in front of that poor, innocent girl, I told him,” she said smiling.

“But what about you Mrs. Gomez?”

“I’m an old widow Miss, a small little thing like that doesn’t bother me,” she laughed.

“Is it really that small Mrs. Gomez,” Sam grinned back as I retreated from the two females and jumped into the pool.

~~~~~

Later that day, after I had finished my writing for the day, we found ourselves back lounging by the pool, reading.

“You don’t have to wear it for my sake, you know sir,” she said as she glanced over at me.

“Probably better if I do Sam, it’s bad enough I have you reading erotica,” I answered, unable not to gawk at the perfect young body that was trying to escape from her sexy, white bikini.

“Do you mind if I sunbathe topless sir,” she suddenly asked minutes later, and before I could respond she had the skimpy bra untied and thrown aside. “I mean, we do it at home,” she started to explain, now shy, clearly uncertain of how I’d react.

React – Fuck, my cock was already jumping as my eyes lingered hungrily on her chest. She was bigger, both rounder and fuller, than her mom or sister were. Her aureoles were large and brown, much darker than her mom’s pink circles. And the nipples, hard now and straining under my eyes, were short but thick and I knew she’d groan when my lips engulfed them, licked them, stretched them.

“No problem sweetie, no problem at all.” And as she shyly grinned, or was it slyly, I added, “I think I’m definitely going to put them in chapter three of my latest little book, you know, when Carlos, the gardener, sneaks into his mistress’s daughter’s bedroom and…”

“Professor!” she protested as she threw her towel at me, her breasts jiggling delightedly with every move.

But as I lay back and pretended to close my eyes and ignore her, I saw how she kept glancing at my groin, taking in the ridged pole that was stretching my thong to its limits.

~~~~~

Two mornings later she arrived early, just after seven-thirty, and was sitting, sipping coffee by the pool and talking to Maria, when I walked through the sea grass separating the beach from my yard. She pretended embarrassment at my nudity, but I could see the interest, the excitement in her eyes as they raked over me, and I also knew that she had arrived early just so she could see me.

As the days passed it became harder and harder to restrain myself, to not just take her, fuck her on the desk that separated us. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn’t have sex with this girl, that she was one of the only two women in the world I shouldn’t make love with. And yet I knew that even that age old taboo wouldn’t stop me, that the eighteen year separation I’d been forced to endure was somehow driving me towards Samantha’s seduction.

It was a Monday afternoon, ten days after Samantha had started that another event occurred that momentarily sidetracked the mating dance Sam and I had been doing.

I had noticed them coming as they walked up the beach but it was only as they passed in front of the house that I recognized Isobel and her latest beau Kenny White, a Dartmouth sophomore, a boy whose family had been coming to the island for the last five years. Izzy looked stunning in a skimpy, yellow bikini top and tight, blue jean short shorts, the fly down in the latest style, the matching yellow pants peeking through in an open invitation.

Sam, working quietly at her desk and facing inland, hadn’t noticed her sister as she skipped by on the beach, leading Kenny by the hand, a bright smile on her face. I lost them for a second as they slipped between a dune about twenty yards down the beach but then they appeared again in a little hollow, a natural bowl between two sea grass covered sand hills.

They thought they were completely hidden, unaware that I in my tower could see everything through the two tall pines that framed the window that faced toward them. She pulled him towards her, and I knew immediately that she was the aggressor, and watched transfixed as her hands went behind her back and untied her top, and as it slipped down and off her perfect cones I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped my lips.

I saw Samantha look up from the flickering screen as I stood and grabbed the binoculars from the desk, a questioning look on her face, wondering what had attracted my attention.

They were already lying on the blanket they had placed on the hot sand when I looked back towards the little hollow, the yellow bra thrown carelessly aside in their haste. He was sprawled atop her now, kissing her hungrily as his hands moved over her chest, but I sensed in his urgency that he wasn’t a practiced lover, that in his haste he’d never fully satisfy her.

I heard Sam rise and come towards the window, saw her finally see the scene below and glancing at her quickly saw the surprise flash across her face when she recognized her sister. “But…” she mumbled, “Why’s Izzy doing that..?” And then I saw the blush spread across her cheeks as she looked over at me.

We both watched as Kenny stood and hurriedly dropped his shorts, and Sam almost moaned when she saw his prick standing out from his stomach. “We shouldn’t watch,” she mumbled towards the window, unable to move her eyes from the unfolding scene.

They were both naked now and as he knelt between her legs we could see Isobel grasp his penis and pull him towards her. I sensed it when Sam grabbed the other pair of binoculars and we watched silently shoulder to shoulder, watched him slide his cock in her, and watched him as he urgently fucked her.

I had seen immediately that Kenny wasn’t that well endowed (although I’m sure Samantha didn’t recognize this) and after just seconds of hurried pumping he came rapidly, his bodies pumping ejaculations obvious even to us as we watched from our window. Rolling off Isobel and on to his back, he lay panting as I focused the powerful binoculars on Izzy’s blond bush and her distended pink lips which were leaking Kenny’s white sap.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I knew Sam’s eyes were trained on Kenny and the now semi limp sausage that lay dripping on his thigh and noticed she was breathing as heavily as the two lovers.

“Well, you’ll certainly have something new to write about tonight Sam,” I whispered, startling her out of her sexual reverie.

“We shouldn’t have watc…. oh God… what’s she doing now?” Sam suddenly gasped and turning back to the couple I saw Isobel’s left hand holding a reawakened prick as her lips popped over its purple head.

After watching her sister’s head bob up and down for minutes, Sam finally stammered, “Oh Jesus, I have to go Sir… I’m sorry… but,” as she fled from the room.

~~~~~

She was shy the next morning, clearly not sure whether to mention what we had seen or whether to just ignore it. We worked through the morning, not talking for the most part, and it was only when we broke for a swim around eleven that Samantha finally broached the subject.

“I’m a virgin you know sir,” were the first words out of her mouth after we had finished our swim and were resting on chaises lounges by the pool.

“Are you? That’s nice Sam,” I replied noncommittally.

“It surprised me… I mean I’ve never seen two people doing it … I … don’t laugh sir; it’s not funny.”

“Sorry,” I grinned.

“We shouldn’t have watched sir. It was wrong,” she hurried to add, blushing now, wondering why she had ever brought it up.

“We’re writers Sam! Of course we’re going to watch. If you don’t look at things you’ll never be able to write about them,” I insisted.

“But…”

“Did you write anything last night when you got home?”

“NO!” But seeing my disbelieving look finally admitted, “I did think about it, dream about it though.”

“I did too Miss Butler,” I admitted laughing, “In fact I’m afraid your sweet sister may make quite a few appearances in my future books. Do you think Izzy would mind if I made her a starring character in my latest erotic tale?”

“PROFESSOR!”

“I don’t know, something like ‘Isabel lay back on the hot sand, her breasts heaving in anticipation, her thighs trembling, her insides on fire as she watched Kenny hovering above her, his thick, long, hard, huge prick ready to fill her with his molten seed.’ What do you think?”