"The Golden Rule"

[LitWriter2013]

Trent grunted deeply from his lungs, spewing a trio of cum shots upon the shower wall before the rest of his discharge simply dribbled out upon his hand and down to the tile at his feet. Steadying himself with his second hand flat against the wall, he fantasized that the globs were descending not down the wall but down between Lisa's cleavage, as she continued to stroke him wildly with an expression of awe.

He hadn't come to the shower to masturbate. He'd been covered by chlorine and simply knew he couldn't go to sleep that way. But the memory of Lisa's breasts bouncing before her as she ran excitedly toward him; and the knowledge that he would be alone with her on his boat on Thursday in a bikini that -- because he was choosing and paying for it -- would be absolutely sexy; and the simple fact that he was now naked with a hard-on extending out before him...

Well, what else was going to happen?



The next morning he was gone before six, as he'd said, leaving the two women to continue getting comfortable in their new abode. On one of his business cards, he left the web address of the grocery delivery service he used and instructions to buy what ever she thought they needed for the house. Scribbled on a scrap of paper next to it was, "Typical bachelor", with a goofy looking smily face under which he had signed his name.

He called the land line about 6pm to tell them he wouldn't be in until very late. It wasn't something he felt necessary: they weren't his family, and Vicki certainly wasn't Trent's wife. But, after the wonderful dinner she'd served the day before, he felt it only polite for her to know he wouldn't be home for a second meal if she'd decided to cook.

But he got the answering machine and -- not having told them they could -- he wasn't sure whether they would see the flashing red light and think it okay to listen to the messages.

Ultimately, he ended up not returning until almost sunup, just in time to see Vicki -- with a travel mug of coffee in her hand -- heading out the door.

"First interview is at 8am," she said, "and I'm late for the bus."

She didn't even slow to question why he was dragging in so late, or early as it was. Just as Trent knew Vicki wasn't his wife, Vicki knew Trent wasn't her husband. What he did and where he went in the wee hours weren't her concern, even if she, too, had put her hands to her own body the night before, with Trent's face in her mind.

"I saw it on my way in," he said, reaching into a drawer and withdrawing a set of keys. "You'll never make it down the hill to the stop in time. Take the Lincoln."

He handed her the keys and fought off her argument that that was simply too much. "If you don't get one of these jobs, you'll be here forever. And if I have to eat too many of those wonderful dinners, I'll get fat. And I don't want to get fat."

They laughed at his joke, and after she made sure it was okay, she sprinted to the garage, dropped behind the wheel of the Towncar ... sighed deeply at the luxury ... then headed off for the day.

Once Vicki was gone, Trent made his way toward the staircase, but slowed when he realized Lisa's door was ajar. He hesitated, but couldn't resist. He stepped out of his shoes and padded quietly down the hall.

At Lisa's door, he drew an excited breath and felt his dick begin to swell. It had been a warm night, and Trent had forgotten to adjust the thermostat before he left the previous morning. Lisa was asleep, face down, facing toward Trent. The bedding was pushed down to the upper rounds of her buttocks, and with her nearest arm up above her head, he could see the shape of her squished down breast as well.

He stood there for a long moment, praying to god that she would roll over to her front side and give him a second view of her beautiful torso. But ...it didn't happen.

In the end, he went upstairs, undressed, showered, beat off yet again, and went to sleep just as the sun poked over the distant mountains.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa had wondered why Trent never made it home, but her mother told her it was none of their business. He probably had business out of town for all they knew, but as their life was theirs to live how they wanted, so was he to live his how he wanted. It still disappointed her that he hadn’t been around the entire day or night, but she kept it to herself.

Vicki had left without waking Lisa up, having told her she was going on the job interviews in the morning. Also she knew Lisa had been up late watching movies on TV.

It was close to 10am when Lisa finally stirred and the first thing she did was take a quick shower. She then put on a pair of cut off jean shorts, which were pretty short and a tube top, wearing no bra. She wondered if Trent would come home today, but tried not to think about it. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself some cereal and orange juice, something her mother had order from the grocery store. She took both into the family room and turned the TV on. She saw that he had a ton of DVD’s besides the all the movie stations so she picked one of the DVD’s that was rated R and her mother probably wouldn’t let her watch as it had a lot of sex in it. Lisa didn’t worry about it, since she was home by herself and no one would know what she was watching. Her eyes were glued to the television as she ate her cereal and drank her juice.

 

[LitWriter2013]

It was nearly noon before Trent roused and began his day. This wasn't uncommon for him: he spent one or two nights a week out on the town well past midnight and a few times a month simply didn't come home at all. Sometimes there was a woman personally involved in his up-til-dawn escapades, while other times -- like last night -- it was simply about having a good time with the boys.

He showered, snagged a breakfast bar and a mug of coffee from the wet bar in his bedroom, slipped into an almost too-tight pair of Speedo style underwear and a thick robe that didn't quite reach his knees, and headed downstairs. He hadn't known whether Lisa would be around the house or not, but when he found her in the Entertainment Room watching a movie -- one of those movies -- he was thrilled.

Trent had had a younger lover -- a 22 year old waitress from across town -- who'd been obsessed with motion pictures, specifically romantic comedies and sexually charged teen pics. He had given her quite a lot of money to buy films that excited her because, of course, when she was excited by watching sex on television, she tended to get horny and fuck the crap out of him afterward.

Standing inconspicuously in the doorway of the Entertainment Room, sipping at his coffee, Trent watched Lisa with great interest as her eyes were glued to the television during a rather intense sex scene. The surround sound filled the room with the actors' grunts and cries of pleasure as, on the big screen, they acted out exactly what Trent would love to have been doing with Lisa right there on the deep, plush couch.

Despite the underwear holding his cock tightly against his torso, Trent knew that if Lisa looked his way at that moment, she would be able to detect the swell at his groin. He had no fear of that though: her attention was firmly on the actor's fake-fucking on the screen.

Then the door bell rang. Trent looked off to his left, startled, then looked back to Lisa, finding her looking at him with the same startled look. He'd been leaning casually against the door frame, but when he realized that her eyes were upon him, he quickly righted himself and pulled his buttocks back just a little bit, trying to hid his erection behind the hanging robe.

"I'll get that," he said, as if he was Lisa's butler or something.

He hurried away to the door, looked through the peep hole to find Bible Thumpers, and shook his head. He stepped back, looking down to see if he was still obvious. He was. He waited a moment, then turned to return to the Entertainment Room.

He was hoping Lisa didn't think he'd been spying on her. He had been, of course. He'd sort of been hoping she would push that sexy tube top down to her waist, then reach a hand down to those short shorts, unbutton them, and pleasure herself right there on the couch.

A boy's got to dream, he said, smiling and sipping at his mug.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa was startled by the door bell, but more startled when she turned and saw Trent standing there with a cup of coffee. She also happened to notice his robe hanging slightly open like a tent, which of course she looked back up at him, trying not to notice what she obviously knew to be true. As for herself, she was going to have to go change her panties as they were rather damp, but he came back with his coffee.

Phew! That was close, another minute and he might have found me with my hand in my shorts rubbing the spot that had an overwhelming tingling to it.

She straightened back up, sitting in the couch, hoping he hadn’t noticed how flushed she looked.

“Good Morning Trent, sorry if I woke you. I thought I was home by myself.” she said, ignoring the fact that she hadn’t turned the movie off just yet.

“Did you have a good day and evening?” she asked him.

She didn’t pay attention to the swell of her breasts coming above the tube top while her hard nipples were pushing against the material. She hoped there was no wet spot on her shorts and decided to just sit there for awhile, just in case.

 

[LitWriter2013]

"Not as good an evenin as the day ahead will be," Trent answered, lifting his mug to his mouth for another slow sip. If ever he'd needed dark glasses to hide his gaze, it would have been at this moment: Trent's eyes were taking a walk all up and down Lisa's body, and it was only the gesture of drinking his coffee that gave him some comfort that it might not be so conspicuous. He decided to return to the playfulness of the night before -- when he'd commented about seeing her bared breasts -- and said with a sly smirk, "I'm loving the outfit ...really ...and I hate to even suggest you change out of it..."

Unless you exchange it for your birthday suit he so desperately wanted to say.

"But how about you throw on something less..." He looked her over again, then mouthing boom! while he made an explosive gesture. "...and we'll go get you that bikini and deck outfit."

He smiled and turned to go get dressed himself, totally ignoring the fact that his fully erect cock had escaped the bounds of his speedo and was now pressing the front of his robe outward.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“Really, we’re going to go today and get it?” Lisa said excitedly getting up from the couch.

She saw the smile on his face as he turned around and disappeared. She quickly went to her room and slipped off her clothes, changing into a pair of jeans with bra and low neckline tank top. She brushed her hair and teeth, washed her face and put some light makeup. Then she put on her Niki tennis shoes and was ready to go.

Lisa couldn’t believe how excited she felt to actually be going shopping at all. She couldn’t remember the last time she had done that, buying something for her alone. To think Trent wanted to bring her shopping for a bathing suit and sailing clothes made her feel extremely mature and grown up suddenly. She didn’t want to do anything to embarrass him or anger him, since he was being more than kind.

She came out of the hallway and called out to him that she was ready to shop whenever he was.

 

[LitWriter2013]

“Really," Lisa responded with sheer excitement. "We’re going to go today and get it?”



Ten minutes later, they were flying out the gate of the private community in his Jaguar convertible. Trent had pulled a scarf from the glove box, knowing that the wind would whip her fine, brunette hair all about. As she donned it, he let his eyes take a walk over her body. She was lovely, in tight jeans and low cut, equally tight tank top through which her nipples were all so noticeable, even before the slightly chilled wind swirling about the open car caused them to harden even further.

The trip wasn't as short as it could have been: Trent took Lisa to a boutique halfway across town, bypassing two malls and half a dozen specialty shops along the way. He knew the proprietor where they were heading. Inside, Trent gestured Lisa toward the deck clothes section first, saying he needed to talk to the proprietor first.

Once alone with the owner, he whispered to the middle aged woman, "Something in a one piece that, with a cover up, will make her feel comfortable but without it will..."

"Make you penis stand on end?" the woman said with a smirk. When Trent only smiled broadly, the woman said, "You never change, brother. How old is she ... fourteen?"

"She's eighteen and legal, and I'm not trying to get inside that suit," he lied. "I'm just eager to see her in it."

"I do this for two reasons and two reasons only, bro, and neither of them is because I think you don't already get enough tail." She lowered her voice after another customer passed by, explaining, "First, I love you and I want to see you happy." She glanced past him, just as Lisa passed between two displays, showing her womanly profile. She drew a quick, excited breath, saying, "And that... would make any one happy."

"And the second?" When his slightly older and very much lesbian sister only smiled broadly to him, Trent laughed and answered the question himself. "You're hoping to get a peak of her while she changes. And you think I'm a cradle robber."

They laughed together for a moment before the sales woman went to Lisa and, very eagerly, began showing her item after item of sports wear, eager to help the young beauty try on the sexy, high cut one piece swim suits and tiny, flesh revealing two piece bikinis.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Never in her life had she tried on so many different kinds of bathing suits, from totally grandmother like to where she was practically naked in them. She also got the feeling the sales girl was rather enjoying this a little bit more than Lisa thought she should which made her a bit uncomfortable.

“Well, I don’t know, which one would you pick?” she finally asked the sales lady.

“If it were me that white one piece suit was very sexy on you without showing off everything you had. It also makes your tan stand out a lot. It does seem to suit your figure, as if it were meant for you.” she said, remembering what her brother told her.

The sales lady had also made sure to open the curtains now and again so that Trent could get a nice look at her while she was changing or in a certain bikini that left nothing for the imagination. She would make it a quick look, so that Lisa wouldn’t think she was doing it on purpose.

“Okay, I’ll take this suit. Now what about sailing clothing. I need something to sail in.”

“Okay I’ll go get you some outfits fit for sailing, you just wait her in your underwear, it won’t take me long.”

His sister got several different shorts and tops that were good for sailing, along with skirts and blouses. Again Lisa was back to trying on different things, but she found that she really liked the white short skirt and the navy top with the scooped neckline. It was comfortable and it would be cool and she had a good idea that Trent would like it. In fact, this time it was Lisa who opened the curtain and called to him to see what he thought about this outfit for sailing.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Trent had discovered a vantage point in the middle of the store, between two displays, where he couldn't be seen from the dressing booth without great effort and yet, from the rest of the store, he simply looked like he was checking out a little display of scarfs and gloves.

From here, each time his very accommodating sister opened the booth's drapes to go get another bikini for Lisa to try on, Trent got a quick look at the under dressed and sometimes topless teen. Again and again, his cock grew and shrank at the quick views.

As she passed by him one time, his sister -- carrying a very small bikini -- whispered, "Pay attention, bro. This is for you."

He wasn't quite sure what that meant, but -- after looking about and finding himself the only customer in the store -- he looked back to the booth and find his sister's fingers on the drape, slowly moving it open.

Beyond it, Lisa was naked. Stark ass naked! Trent couldn't see her straight on, but in the full length mirror beyond her, he could see those incredibly firm breasts, that tight, shapely hour glass figure, and ...

Oh, god...

His gaze set upon the meeting place of her thighs. She was either neatly trimmed or simply lacking in a thick patch of curlies, but it wasn't the presence or lack of hair that caught his attention. The light colored carpet outside the booth that was between Lisa's legs in the reflection highlighted the difference between her and the floor covering; and whether he was actually seeing her or just wishing so, Trent swore he could see the folds of her outer labia ... her pussy ... Lisa ... this 19 year old angel's pussy was right there for his viewing, be it not a very good vantage.

The curtain pulled closed again, and Trent turned away, surprisingly embarrassed. It wasn't because he been spying on a naked teen, but because his sister had arranged the private viewing. The two of them had, since their teens, talked openly about sex and their likes and dislikes. And while she had in the past helped him pick out sexy clothing for one of his adult female friends -- lover, future lover, or neither -- she had never helped him with something so ... so wrong.

"I owe you," he murmured, smiling broadly.

Some more customers entered and, as he had in the past for his loving sis, Trent pointed them to items they were looking for and even told them whether he liked them or not. One woman began to flirt with him, but her female companion stepped up to her and knowingly said, "Honey, he's in a woman's store that sells bikinis and intimate wear. I don't think he's alone."

The flirt laughed, embarrassed, looked him up and down, turning back to her shopping as she purred, "Too bad."

He ogled her, but -- knowing what was behind the nearby curtain -- mumbled, "No ... not really."

"Trent...?"

He turned to find Lisa visible through the wide open curtain, waving him over. He looked to the two women -- finding them glaring with dagger-eyes at his choice of female companion -- and smiled, then shrugged.

Fuck'em, he thought as he walked over to the booth. He looked Lisa over -- able to ogle her without feeling guilty this time -- and smiled, pleased. The outfit hugged her body, emphasizing her hour glass figure and shapely breasts. "Nice. Very nice. Did you try on a swim suit?"

He knew the answer, of course, but he hadn't wanted her to know he'd been spying on her with every clothing change. She showed him the one she'd chosen. He remembered it, and he knew she was going to look good in it.

"Good choice," he complimented, gesturing her out of the booth as his sister stepped up with some other items Lisa wouldn't have to try on. "We should take off. Sun'll be down in a few hours, and we have work to do."

As they neared the register, Trent nodded his head at his sister to get her attention. She knew what the gesture meant. She turned his companion toward a distant display, pointing. "Lisa, honey, go grab that scarf for the ride to the marina. It'll look so sweet."

As Lisa headed off, Trent quickly handed his sister the suits he'd picked up in the dressing booth and been holding behind his back, an almost-not-there two piece and a sexy one piece that had ridden high on Lisa's hips with a narrow strip of cloth cutting between her buttocks.

His sister snickered as she shoved them into the bottom of the bag, whispering, "You're bad. Oh, you're so bad."



Ten minutes later, after grabbing some drinks and snacks, they were standing on the dock, looking out at Trent's "toy".

"So ... do you think you would be happy doing some chores about her...?" He added with a chuckle, "Might even take you out if you worked hard."

(FYI: I book marked the link to the boat, because I am anticipating that it might become an important part of her "introduction" to womanhood. The site includes pics of the interior of the boat. If the link quits working, let me know.)

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa was delighted that Trent liked the outfit and she went to get the scarf she was told to get. Next thing she knew they were on their way to where his boat was.

When she saw it her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. She had never seen so many boats in one place and then some of them so big. When she saw his, which was big, she was speechless at first. She just kept looking the boat over in admiration.

“Wow! This is really yours?” she asked and saw him smile and nod, yes it was. “I don’t know how I could be unhappy just being on it. It’s beautiful and I would very much like to help do some chores on it. Are you going to give me a tour?”

She hoped he would as she was very curious about what was on the boat and what it felt like to be on it.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Trent had no need for help on the boat, of course. Inviting Lisa here had simply been a ploy to spend more time with her, get her into the sun, and -- with any luck -- get her out her clothes, or at least out os so many clothes.

He gave her a tour of the boat, topside and below deck, bow to stern. He took his time, answering her questions about what this thing was and about what that thing did. Trent liked sailing, liked talking about sailing, and liked educating others about sailing, particularly if tbey were beautiful woman with whom he desperately wanted to get naked.

And while she was asking such common questions as which is starboard and which is port, or what's the difference between a rope and a line, Trent's gaze returned again and again to her angelic face and devilish figure.

Lisa was built to make men smile -- and dream -- and Trent was doing his share of both during the hour long tour. Eventually, he put her to work, as it were, coiling ropes, wiping salt air stained surfaces, and other such menial tasks. And while he himself kept busy with the more strenuous tasks or those that would require too much additional education for the land lubber, Trent was seldom so far away from her that he couldn't simply glance up and get an eyeful of Lisa, bent over a counter shower her rounded ass, or leaning his way showing the wonderful cleavage that the low cut desk shirt offered.

"How about a sun break," he suggested, stepping up to Lisa as she put away a box full of dry goods in an aft locker. He handed her an imported fruit drink in a unique bottle then backed away -- his eyes taking a quick walk over her form -- as he suggested, "Why don't you show me the swim suit I bought you? I laid it out in the forward cabin."

He set his drink aside, stripped off his shirt, and settled back in the port side of tbe cockpit, kicking his feet up atop the tiller. He smirked a bit, for reasons she would learn if she went to change. As she'd been busy with the tasks topside, he'd slid the more conservative one piece she'd selected under a rain jacket, hoping she wouldn't see it immediately, or if she did, think Trent simply hadn't been paying attention; and then he laid out the sexy, almost-not-there two piece that his sis had hidden in the bottom of the bag.

He couldn't be sure she would put it on, but he was sure that hoping so was the reason his cock was waking up all ready.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Trent had taken Lisa all over the boat and there was just so much to see and so many questions she had. She was overwhelmed with it’s beauty and all the gadgets it had. But she fell in love with it as soon as he gave her the tour.
When he put her to work, she had no problem taking care of the things that he wanted her to do. She was actually enjoying it and having fun. Lisa couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel sailing in it. It was such a big and beautiful boat, that had everything possible one could imagine.

She wasn’t to sure she would remember all the different things he told her, like the technical terms, but she would do her best to try and remember them.

"How about a sun break," he asked, then handed her a drink.

“This is delicious,” she said after she took several swallows of the drink.

"Why don't you show me the swim suit I bought you? I laid it out in the forward cabin."

“Is that what you meant by getting a sun break?” she said with a soft giggle. “Okay, I’ll go put it on.” she said and went to the forward cabin.

When she walked in, she looked around and the only suit she saw was the two piece suit that she had tried on, but had been very skimpy. She wondered if this was the one he picked out for her and figured it must be, as she had picked out a different one. She decided she better put this one on to show her gratitude, although she looked around for something to cover herself and found nothing.

She finally slipped off all of her clothes and put the tiny bikini on. She looked in the mirror that was in the room and blushed. Lisa wasn’t sure she could let him see her in this as it revealed so much of her body. Yet he had been so nice to buy her those clothes and the bathing suits, she felt she better at least show this to him, no matter how much she blushed.

She left her clothes there and went back to where he was.

“So….uhm…do you like it?” she asked, blushing a warm pink. She had never walked around in public with something on that revealed as much as this suit did. She turned completely around for him to see and looked to see what his reaction would be.