Before I married my Ex, we flew down for a weekend at their house in the Hamptons. It was my second time meeting his parents, and I had known from the beginning that I excited his father to the point of stuttering! I was tired from the flight this time, and decided to rest on the sofa while my fiancee went with his mother to the store to get provisions. This left my soon to be father-in-law and myself alone in the house. He was bustling about in the kitchen as I pretended to nap.”Lisa, do you want anything while I’m out here?’ I didn’t answer. In less than a minute I again felt him sit next to me on the sofa. “Are you sleeping?” he asked. I didn’t say anything. I awaited his touch and was not disappointed. His fingers again started at my ankles and moved northward. I braved it enough to peek out my closed eyelids and could see his eyes locked onto my legs as his hands moved up them. He moved faster this time and soon was at my shorts again. His fingers slipped under them and moved slowly up my soft flesh towards the junction between my legs. His fingers moved forward until they touched my thongs. They tried to move under them but they were too tight. He wasn’t going to get to my wet pussy from the bottoms of my thong. He realized his only chance to touch my pussy was from the top of the thongs. I was disappointed when his fingers moved down and out of my shorts. I thought he had lost his nerve until his body moved off the sofa and was next to me on the floor. “Still sleeping?” he again asked. I didn’t answer.
My body waited in anticipation guessing where he would touch next. Finally I felt him lightly touch my stomach just under my breasts. I again peeked out to see my hard nipples sticking up under the shirt. They were signaling him for attention.
His hand stayed there for a while and I felt it brush against the bottoms of my breast. Pretty soon the thumb moved up and moved gently across my breast. The thumb was followed by his finger, which moved upward until it touched my hard nipple. I almost moaned but was able to hold it back. He moved his finger and thumb around my nipple and slowly moved them up and down like he was masturbating my nipple. I have never been so hot and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet.
His whole hand moved upward until it was hovering over my breast. Then he slowly lowered it until he was cupping my mound. My hard nipple poked upward into his palm. I was wishing I wasn’t wearing any clothing. I again tried to hold back a moan but it weakly came out. His hand froze on my breast and waited to see if I was waking up. I didn’t move.
He was now anxious to move to my pussy before I awoke. His hand moved off my breast and then down over my stomach to the top of my shorts. My stomach was lightly shaking as his fingertips moved past my navel and under the waistband. He moved slowly but with purpose as his fingers moved lower towards my thongs.
I trim my pubic hair into a narrow strip, which he soon found. His fingers lightly touched my pubic hair, which is a very fine blonde cluster, located above my slit. His hand moved under my thong following my pubic hair to my wet pussy. His huge fingertip moved down and into my damp opening. I don’t think he noticed as I slowly open my legs wider. His finger moved down and over my hard clit. I again moaned but kept my eyes tightly closed. He must have figured I was dreaming as his fingers continued their journey over my clit and into my wet pussy channel. I waited for him to move it inside but the finger moved over the opening and down to the end.
My pussy was dripping wet, as was his finger. I thought he would move it back up but he continued down until he was touching my rear opening. No one had ever touched me there not even Matt. I was worried he was going to put his finger inside but he just touched around the opening. I wanted his fingers inside of my pussy.
His fingers finally moved back into my pussy and again found my hard nub when the telephone rang. Mr. Robinson had his hand out of my shorts so fast and he was to the phone before I had a chance to pretend to wake up. “Hello” he said. “No, I’m not interested in land in Florida” he said slamming down the phone.
To this day….he still thinks I was sleeping.
