“Change? Why?” Jim was having great fun with them both.
“I think I should cover up, in case I burn,” she added as an afterthought, but was impressed that it did at least sound plausible.
“Nonsense,” cried Jim, smiling at her. “You look marvellous. Doesn’t she, Dylan?” he asked, ensuring her red hue remained.
The poor boy just looked at Jim and nodded.
“Better than marvellous really. I bet you haven’t ever seen anyone look quite so fine in baco-foil, have you?” Jim refused to let the boy return to Lizzie until he had extracted every last ounce of embarrassment from him.
“No, you do look really hot Mrs May—I mean Miss, erm—Tasha.”
Tasha stared at Jim in disbelief.
“And if you’re worried about burning, honey I will happily cream all over you.” Jim fully utilised the double entendre and without missing a beat added, “And I’m sure Dylan would be more than happy to help you out there, too.”
Dylan continued to stare as Jim straightened the already perfectly straight seam on the top of the triangle of fabric that barely covered Tasha’s right breast.
“Excuse me,” cried Dylan as he rushed towards the bathroom.
As he heard the door close firmly behind him Jim laughed, partly at the boy, but also at Tasha’s look of outrage and shock.
“What was that all about?” she asked incredulously and smacked Jim’s chest.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied with far too much innocence in his voice.
“Really?” She shook her head at him.
“I was just messing with him. He seems to think that it’s okay to date my daughter, but come to my house and drool over you with a boner. Well, it’s not, and I don’t like it and as you insist that I can’t punch him for looking at your tits and ass, then I have to get my kicks where I can.” Jim smiled, stretching across her to grab a can of soda off the tray.
“He’s only a kid and I am pretty certain he heard you talking about fucking me all over the house,” Tasha almost whispered.
“Baby, the way his dick sprang into life I would guarantee he heard me talking about fucking you all over the house.” Jim paused, as if thinking, then laughed. “I think my suggestion of creaming all over you was his undoing though, and that little touch here—” he repeated the movement across the top of her bikini— “that was obviously far too much for him judging by the speed that he needed the bathroom.”
“You are cruel,” cried Tasha as Lizzie appeared.
“Tasha, oh hi, Daddy. I should have guessed you were the reason for the delay.” She laughed then looked around. “Where’s Dylan? He was getting my drink for me.”
“He’s in the bathroom,” replied Tasha.
“Yeah, he was desperate for relief.” Jim passed Lizzie the tray of drinks. “But as you’re here, sweetie, you may as well take your own drink and everyone else’s.”
Lizzie accepted the drinks and smiled as she saw a red faced and rather breathless Dylan reappearing. “Are you okay?” She sounded genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, sure.” He muttered and scurried back outside behind Lizzie leaving Jim wearing a huge grin again.
“So how does it feel to know you can resort any man, regardless of age, to jack off in the bathroom when they think of you?” Jim reached forward and pulled her hair down around her shoulders and back. “I like your hair down, Tasha, especially when it is all over me.” He stepped closer, leaning in, close enough until his lips were gently resting against hers, kissing her gently, the kiss in complete contrast to the sudden, firm tug that pulled her against him hard. “Can we send the kids out tonight, do you think?”
Tasha laughed, a deep, throaty laugh at the desperation in his voice but loved how filled with desire it was.
“What, so you can fuck me all over the house?” she asked, hoping to tease and taunt him a little but only cringed as she saw Sandra appear behind Jim.
“Sorry!” Sandra waved her hands then covered her ears, obviously having heard everything but unsure what to say or do.
“No, it’s fine, I’m sorry. I am going to change,” cried Tasha as she broke free of Jim and headed for the stairs.
“Baby, come back. There are a couple of people left who don’t know about our plans,” Jim called after her, laughing loudly as she ran up the stairs, laughing herself despite her embarrassment.
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