Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach

... jerked the hilt of my hairbrush in and out of my tight pussy, my knee-high-clad legs propped up to give him an excellent view. The final one, “ LET ME SEE YOU COME, KNEESOCK NORA, ” had established my new nickname and had triggered the most intense orgasm of my short, inexperienced life. At the bottom of the most recent note was a phone number, and I smiled widely to myself. I looked up at the window to see if Levi was still there, but saw only emptiness. Bringing the note with me, I stripped and hung my towel over the clothes line. I then strutted my tight, naked ass back down to my room, just in case he was watching. I had half an hour before I had to leave for work, but I dressed in my lifeguard uniform anyways. Once decent, I went back down for breakfast. Mom and Daddy had already finished, but Daddy was still sitting across from my place setting, drinking his coffee. Mom was loading their plates in the dishwasher. Looking at them, I thought once more how they were both remarkable in their own right. Mom was very tall and lean with the grace of a goddess; Daddy, also tall, was naturally quite brawny and moved like a warrior despite his warm eyes and smile. Coming from these two beautiful giants, I often wondered how I could be so small. When I sat down, I immediately began to devour my eggs, eager to refuel after my morning exertion. “Must have been an intense run, baby doll,” Daddy said, watching me with his usual light-hearted grin. “I hope you’re not too busy at work ...

... today.” I grunted in reply, continuing to stuff my face. I felt a throb between my legs and grinned to myself as I thought of my secret. “Your hair is falling in your plate, Nora,” Mom said disapprovingly from the kitchen. “Here, let me get that,” Daddy said. He got up and circled the table to stand behind me. He raked his fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my face, and I hummed happily. Daddy often played with my hair, and it was always very comforting. He wasn’t just playing, though. He was French-braiding it, smoothing back pieces of my hair as he went. “You’re the best, Daddy,” I said, pulling myself long enough from my food to express my appreciation. “I know,” he said. Mom snorted with amusement, and I gave a small laugh, but was still too busy with my food to giggle as I usually did at his teasing jokes. When I finished my plate, I said, “We have new neighbors.” “We do?” Mom asked happily. “Have you met them, sweetie?” “No,” I said, my face flushing slightly. “Just the boy.” “Well we should have them over sometime,” Mom said. “What do you think, John?” “Fine by me. Got a hair-tie?” Daddy asked me, and I handed him the elastic from my wrist. He promptly wrapped it around the end of my braid before taking his place back in front of me. “Thanks, Daddy,” I said, grinning at him. “You do spoil her, John,” Mom said. “Not as much as I spoil you, lover,” Daddy growled, shooting an impish glance at her. “Okay!” I said, jumping to my feet. “Time to go!” I brought my ...