Take it Easy – Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque – Part 1B

Take it Easy – Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque – Part 1B

“You could read a book or something.” I suggested playfully.

“Mmm…” She bit her lip thoughtfully, “I think I have a better idea.”

“Do you?”

“Definitely.” Her eyes twinkled impishly.

She started walking her fingers across the edge of her seat and into mine. Her hand continued moving until it hovered right above my crotch.

“Uh, Em? Don’t you think this is a little risky?” I warned.

“I think it’s dark enough,” she began, “and you can keep some distance.”

While I started following the Osbournes, leaving a few car-lengths of distance, Emily unbuckled, took my cock out of my pants, and stroked it to a full erection. It was pretty dark, but I was still a little nervous about getting caught. However, that nervousness faded into my unconscious when Emily started to work her oral magic.

“Fuck, you’re making it hard to drive…” I murmured with a quiet laugh, trying to remain focused on the road.

The drive was mostly quiet, save for the muffled growl of the engine, the low grumble of the tires on the road, and the small squelching and slurping noises caused by my cock sliding in and out of Emily’s throat with ease. During our time together, Emily had taken every available opportunity to hone her blowjob skills, and now she had it down to a science. On the downstroke, when my cock was fully buried in her throat, she would lick and caress my balls with her tongue, and on the upstroke, she would suck on the head and swirl around it with her tongue.

I did my best to last as long as possible, but against deepthroat skills like Emily’s, I was no match. “Em, I’m getting close.” I cautioned.

She continued as if she hadn’t heard me, sucking away. When the first spurt of cum shot out of my dick, she jammed my cock all the way into her throat, licking my balls and contracting her throat muscles around my shaft. She continued milking me until I was completely drained, sucking the last vestiges of jism from my cock. My orgasm was so powerful that my head dipped forward and my foot actually went down on the gas, but I quickly got the car under control.

This might not have been a problem on a different road, but, as Mrs. Osbourne had promised, the road that we were on was narrow and full of hairpin turns. The front right tire briefly went off the road, kicking up some gravel.

After that slightly harrowing experience, Emily sat back up and buckled herself in again. Because of my awkward position, neither of us could tuck my cock back into my pants, so I drove the rest of the way with it hanging out comically. As soon as I saw the wrought-iron gate that Mr. Osbourne stopped in front of, I knew that this house was going to be impressive. I still wasn’t prepared, though, for what I saw when I followed him through the gate and onto the circular driveway.

A massive Gatsby-esque mansion loomed over us. In the style of the great Italian villas, it was adorned with several flat roofs, archways, and flower boxes under most of the windows. My jaw dropped when I saw the view from the hill that the house perched upon; the whole city was visible from here.

“What a dump.” I muttered, still amazed at the sight before me.

Emily laughed in an embarassed way. “Welcome to my family home!”

I parked next to Mr. Osbourne’s Vantage after he motioned to an empty space in the five-car garage. Emily hastily tucked my cock away and zipped up my pants for me before we got out.

“I see you made it in one piece.” Mr. Osbourne noted taciturnly.

“Yeah, it was a real test of my driving skills.” I replied, surreptitiously nudging Emily with my elbow.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” I added with a grin.

“We’ll give you the grand tour, darling.” Alice announced from the walkway leading up to the huge wooden front doors.

She then took me by the arm and led me throughout the house, ending back where we started, by the entrance. “Dinner will be at eight, so I think Emily and I are going to take a dip in the pool.”

“Won’t it be cold?” I wondered. The weather had really worsened, and it looked like it might start snowing at any minute.

“It’s heated, darling,” she explained, “so join us.”

“I’m afraid I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“Well, are you wearing underwear?” She demanded.

“Yes.”

“Then strip down to that and hop in. Emily and I will be out in a moment.”

I walked out onto the deck with the pool and stripped, leaving me shivering in my boxer-briefs. It looked like it was indeed heated – steam was rising off of the water because of the temperature difference – so I jumped in. Instantly my shivers went away; the pool was as warm as a hot bath. I reclined in one of the corners and relaxed, waiting for the ladies to join me.

Moments later, the door opened and Emily walked out, followed by her mother. Emily looked gorgeous, as always, in a white bikini that was made of so little material that the designers apparently hadn’t even bothered with a pattern. Alice, though, was the real shocker: her large breasts strained at the thin material of her green top, her nipples just poking through it; her matching thong bikini accentuated her round, perky ass by barely covering it. Before me were the two best bodies I’d ever seen on women, even though Alice was in her late thirties.

“Don’t stare, Aaron.” Emily teased when she saw my eyes running up and down her near-naked body.

“Sorry,” I sputtered, “it’s just… wow.”

“You like what you see?” Emily asked, twirling around to give me the full effect of her skimpy swimwear. Her mother did the same, which both surprised me and turned me on immensely.

“Very much.” I nodded vigorously.

Emily giggled and stepped gracefully into the pool, her mother right behind her. She glided over to my corner of the pool, sitting on the same underwater bench as me and laying her head on my chest. Her mother sat in the same corner, but on the opposite bench.

“Well, Aaron, we showed you our beach bodies. Let’s see this Adonis-like figure of yours that Emily always talks about.” Aice gestured for me to stand up.

“Mom!” Emily was aghast at the ease with which her mother revealed her secrets.

“What, darling? I have to see for myself!”

“Showing off isn’t really my thing.” I protested weakly. The real reason that I didn’t want to stand up had to do with the concentration of blood in my crotch area: I was at half-mast, despite my best efforts, and my soaked boxers would make that plain to see.

“Come now, don’t be shy.” Alice urged.

I bit the bullet. I stood up, making no effort to conceal my erection: I knew it would be impossible anyway.

“Very nice.” Alice said. “Such… definition. May I feel?” With that, she came over to me and began feeling my muscles, running her hands up and down my arms and abs.

On the way down, her hands stopped right above my throbbing hard-on, which hadn’t gone down at all since I’d gotten out of the water, despite the cold. I glanced at Emily in a plea for help, and she came to my rescue.

“Mother!” She exclaimed.

“Right, sorry, dear,” Alice quickly withdrew her hands, “I forgot myself.”

“Very impressive, Aaron.” She added.

“Thank you, Mrs.– um, Alice.” I said awkwardly, sitting back down in the pool.

Before Alice sat back down, I noticed that her nipples seemed to have grown larger, straining the material of her bikini even further. I attributed it to the cold and tried not to think about it.

A few minutes later, clouds filled the dark winter sky and light snow began to fall.

“It appears to be snowing.” Alice noted. “Rosario!” She called to one of the maids. “Bring us some towels, please!”

Rosario returned with the towels, so we all got out of the pool and dried off quickly.

Mr. Osbourne had left; apparently he had to do some last-minute surgery on an important client, so he would be spending the night at the Osbournes’ apartment in town. The snow was falling too heavily now for him to return, which also meant that I had to spend the night. Luckily, my mom acquiesced to my request to sleep over at Emily’s house.

Alice brought Emily and me upstairs to pick the sleeping arrangements. “Aaron, you can sleep in Emily’s room since the guest beds aren’t made. I’m going to take a nice, long, relaxing shower before dinner, and I suggest you two do the same.” She pointed to a guest bedroom. “Aaron, there’s a full bathroom in here, so take your shower in there.” Then, she opened the door to the master bedroom and disappeared behind the door.

“No time for a quickie, I suppose.” I grinned at Emily.

“Our quickies aren’t quick,” she grinned back, “So, no. But maybe later.” With that, she twirled around on one foot and walked off toward her room.

I watched her amazing ass and toned legs walking away, their muscles flexing slightly with each step. Just to tease me, Emily pulled off her bikini before she went in and squeezed her naked perfect boobs with both hands, sticking her tongue out at me.

I flipped her off before I went into the guest room, peeled off my boxers, and stepped into the tiled bathroom. To my disappointment, there was no soap in sight. I searched through the drawers and found nothing useful. Hearing Emily’s shower running (her room was adjacent to mine), I decided not to bother her. Instead, I wrapped a towel around my waist, crossed the hall, and knocked on the door to the master bedroom. Maybe Alice hadn’t gotten in the shower yet. There was no answer, so I tried the door. The knob turned and the door swung open.

Upon entering, I didn’t see Alice. However, the light was on in the bathroom and the door was open. As I got closer, I heard the spray of the shower and briefly considered turning back. Curiosity got the best of me, though, and I crept over to the door. I peered inside and saw that the bathroom was as lavishly decorated as the rest of the house, but that wasn’t what surprised me.

What surprised me was the sight of Alice in the shower, naked but for the foam from her shampoo, which ran down her body. She had as great a body as I had thought: her nipples were large, but not too large, and her pussy was completely shaven and looked like a much younger woman’s. Alice rinsed the shampoo from her hair and reached for the faucet, but stopped and pulled her hand back before her hand touched it.