Teen Bikini Babe

I love to masturbate. Always did, especially and more so, since my good wife lost interest in our sex life, almost completely. I love Sheila very much, but a guy must have release. And although I never planned to be unfaithful to her, it all looks a little precarious now, since Amber,our neighbour'scousin, came into our lives. Amber is typical of the type of female I like to look at, (perhaps ogle is a better word here!). She is 5ft 4 " with blond hair which tumbles seductively to her shapely (usually bare) shoulders, and nestles amongst her creamy 36 DD boobs. I confess that I know her size, not only from ogling her, but also having gone thru her awesome underwear drawer! I don't wear female underwear, but love the sight and texture of it, on and off! Oh those lacy and satin tiny panties on young, nubile asses ... mouthwatering! Back to Amber, her eyes are green, (hence her name) in a pretty heart shaped face, and she has a beautiful pouting pair of crimson lips, always adorned with glossy red lipstick, giving her already attractive pout a very enticing appearance. Her long tanned legs, usually perched provocatively in vampish 6 inch heels, complete theperfectfemalepicture, and her curvy round firm ass makes lust an awesome necessity. You just want to grab it and ride her like a roller coaster. Mmmmm ...

A little about me. I'm 38, considered attractive, standing at 6ft with fair hair,grey eyes and a good physique, as I play rugby and cricket and go to the gym regularly. I have always been faithful to my wife, but since she does not like sex now, I have developed a taste for sexy, nubile teen girls. They are mainly what fuels my masturbation sessions.

Jack, my neighbour, mentioned casually to me one day that his distant cousin, Amber, from New York, would be staying for four weeks in Summer with him and his wife, Lena. Just his use of the word 'cousin' (and long distant cousin, it seemed) made me think of an elderly matronly lady. Not so, however, as it quickly became apparent that Amber was just sixteeen, on a break from college, and planned to pursue a course here in England, at a summer modelling school. Jack was pleased, as his son, Jeremy, about the same age, would have a somewhat exotic female companion to hang out with! When I told Sheila, she was naturally curious and said we must have them all to dinner.

As I came home from work some days later, Sheila told me of the new arrival next door, exclaiming at how beautiful Amber wasand how stylish. She had invited her around for a chat that evening, and Amber had asked for Sheila's advice on some outfits for a modelling shoot she was attending. Sheila is very much into fashion, and knows her stuff in that area. I said that I would make myself scarce, as this wouldn't be "man's stuff", but Sheila protested loudly, saying that a male opinion would be very helpful. It was to be swimwear andbeachwear, and as Sheila laughingly remarked, all men would have an input there ! My mind raced now (and other parts of me) and as I ate dinner, I wondered about Amber.

She duly arrived, in a haze of expensive scent, all tousled blond hair, sultry dark eye make up and glistening lips. She wore a tiny pink tank top and pink satin shorts, which emphasised every curve of her cute butt. Her cleavage dazzled in a tiny lace bra, from which her suckable tits were oozing provocatively. She hadn't even taken her clothes off, when I felt that familiar bulge in my light chinos. I put a newspaper over my knee, hoping that might help, as she went to the lounge annexe and proceeded to change to model for Sheila and me. Coming back, now semi naked, with a white bikini, she looked a million dollars of sex. Her bronzed body was superbly toned, a perfect shape. As she posed, she strutted forward, almost pushing her tits into my face. My bulge was growing. Was she doing this on purpose? the bikini panties were barely there, and hovered around her lovely slit, with a tantalising glimpse of her nubile twat. I tried to move around in the armchair, to alleviate my discomfort, and the newspaper fell to the floor, with my huge bulge in evidence and my chinos damp. Sheila went thru to the kitchen to make some coffee, while Amber smirked and looked directly at my raging hardon. "Mmmm ... Mr. Marshall" she said, sitting beside me on the arm of the chair, and leaning over to stroke my cock through the chinos very lightly, with perfectly manicured long crimson nails. "I think you need some relief .. and I need some fresh air. Let's walk while Mrs. Marshall makes the coffee ?" My cock was raging hard, my balls were throbbing and my head was spinning, as we headed out through the door, telling Sheila we would be back shortly.

To be continued ..