June is the perfect month for a BBQ. The cold, biting evenings are over, the semester has ended, and everyone is gearing up for a three month break. The annual End-of-Spring-Term party at the Professor’s house signaled the official beginning of summer. It had become somewhat of a town legend for its food, frivolities and festivities. His students looked forward with great anticipation to the year they would be invited. The Professor and his wife, Miss Amelia, always had a horde of additional friends who made sure their calendars were clear, so they were able to attend every year too. This year would be no different for any of them, except Amelia.
For weeks now, Amelia had been planning, preparing, shopping and cooking for the big party happening that night. Every table was set, every chair arranged, every dish placed just so, and the refrigerator was full of enough food to feed everyone coming tonight, plus at least 100 more. With everything in its proper place, it was time for her to go prepare herself, before the guests started arriving.
She convinced herself that she had more than enough time for a quick shower. She retreated to the master bathroom where she slowly undressed, turned on the shower and climbed in. The hot water felt amazing as she stood and let the pounding streams run over her head, down her neck, over her ample breasts, across her belly and down her slightly parted legs to the shower floor. Feeling the ecstasy of the water and the warmth, she picked up the bar of soap and traced the same path down her body, stopping to pay a little extra attention to her large, stimulated breasts and her clean shaven, smooth mound. Knowing she didn’t have the time to completely satisfy her growing desires, she rinsed, turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy bath towel to dry.
While she was quickly putting the finishing touches on her hair and make-up, she heard a noise coming from the bedroom. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, my love,” was the casual reply from Professor. “Are you about finished? Guests will be arriving soon.”
“Yes, I am just about finished. I just need to get dressed. I am on my way out.” She hung up her towel and walked briskly into the bedroom. When she rounded the corner, she stopped suddenly and let out a gasp. Standing in front of her was not her husband, but a dear family friend with a very familiar look in his eyes. Professor was nowhere to be seen. She instantly began contorting her body to hide her naked and exposed parts, but quickly realized it was a futile effort. There she stood, naked and staring straight into the eyes of Richard. Without saying a word, he stepped up to her, caressed her face in his strong hands and kissed her. She knew those lips and their deep, passionate and familiar taste. Her knees suddenly felt like they were buckling under her, but instead of falling, two other strong hands grabbed her from behind and held her upright. From the dark walk-in closet, Professor had appeared with that same familiar, smoldering look in his eyes.
To be continued…