My daughter's friend (Flower power) - Sex Stories

My daughter's friend (Flower power)

My daughter has three very close friends who we used to see a lot of when she was growing up and sometimes when she lived with us but now sadly not. I say sadly because they are all very attractive. One of them particularly so. I have watched them grow up from young girls into fine looking women, all now in their early 30’s. Quite some time ago one of them sent me a friend request on Facebook and I accepted. Her name is Emma; well its not really her name but I have always thought of her as Emma for some reason. We have never really communicated much; only maybe joining in on strings on my daughter’s account, and of course the exchange of birthday greetings on the relevant dates. She opened her own florist business a couple of years ago and it seems to be going well. She says it’s a change from the high profile job that she had and she is so glad that she did it. I have never been to her shop but I have now had flowers from her on several occasions. The first occasion I was logged into Facebook and found that there was a message from her. She said that she was going away for a couple of days and she had a supply of flowers in her cool room. She was wondering if I wanted to buy some flowers for my wife Judy; offering to get me a bouquet for a £10. I agreed that it would be a good idea and she said that she would deliver it the next day. I was actually in the bath when she arrived so I didn’t get to see her but Judy was delighted and I got a lot of brownie points amongst other ...

... things. I had in fact completely forgotten that she was coming so it was a surprise when Judy came into the bathroom knelt beside the bath and said “thank you”. She kissed me and reached down to my cock and stroked it under the water. “Thank you for what” I asked “my beautiful flowers” she said and then I remembered. “Do you want me to wash it for you?” she asked knowing full well what the answer would be. I nodded I raised my body slightly so my cock was out of the water; and she reached for the soap. She started to rub the soap around my pubic hair creating a rich lather, which she transferred to my hardening cock. She pulled back the foreskin so far it almost hurt and rubbed her fingers around the glans. She started to stroke it, slowly at first but then with more gusto while massaging my balls with the lather. She pressed down on my stomach and I slid back into the water and she rinsed the lather from my cock. “There you are,” she said “nice and clean”. She flicked her head to one side, clutching her hair together in one hand lowering her head so that she could lick the head of my cock. “Don’t want to get my hair wet,” she said holding her hair above the water. Her tongue danced around the head for several minutes teasing me before she put her full lips around it and pressed down sliding me into her warm mouth. I raised my body again to meet her and she took almost all of me into her mouth. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the pleasure of having my cock receiving so much ...