New Start: Austin And Simone 3 - Sex Stories

New Start: Austin And Simone 3

... she and her mother chatted. Her father pulled Simone's suitcase alongside of him, as I pulled my suitcase and carried the travel bag. He brought us to a dark red Mercedes SUV parked nearby the terminal exit.

When he opened the back to put our luggage inside, I complemented him, "Nice car."

He smiled and told me, "Thanks, this is the wife's car."

Then he added that I might like what he had at the house.

The ride to their house included the usual chatter, with Simone and her mother doing most of it. Apparently, I was doing well, with Simone sitting close by my left and holding my hand in hers along the way.

I suppose I passed the first test, because they did not bring me back to the airport. Instead, they brought me to their house, which was about an hour 's drive from the airport.

The house was well out of my league, I noted. The property was several acres, bordered by long, white wooden, three railed fence. We turned into a long driveway toward a huge white house with white columns that lined a long wood and brick porch with tall windows. The front porch was accented with trimmed shrubs and a porch swing hung off to one end. A few professionally arbor-ed trees shaded a well-manicured lawn that the fence surrounded.

It reminded me of a top-notch professional golf course. Included was a large, matching four-vehicle garage or motor space, built almost onto the rear section of the house. A connecting passageway provided access shelter against inclement or ...

... cold weather.

After Simone's father parked outside of the garage, he and I gathered the luggage and followed Simone and her mother inside the house.

If I could interject a thought that popped into my head, it would be something like: "Behind every successful woman is a man; checking out her ass."

I was discretely checking out Simone's and her mother's asses...

We entered their kitchen, which made my apartment kitchen look shabby in comparison.

This kitchen was immaculate. It included a large black gas oven and stove, trimmed with brass, a large black refrigerator, with a matching freezer, and the ceiling had copper-bottomed pots and pans hanging from a "boat" above a large white and black marble counter. It reminded me of the kind of kitchen style one would likely see in a European restaurant.

I complimented it and asked Simone's mother if she enjoyed cooking.

She smiled, "Austin, both of us love to be creative with cooking and baking things."

Simone added, "Austin, Mom is a professionally trained chef. She's from Cypress and studied in France."

I must have looked stunned, because her mom, smiled, took my hand, and proceeded to show me around their house. I felt completely out of place. She told me to feel at home, when we went to the guest room where I would sleep. Meanwhile, her dad went outside and parked the SUV in the garage.

After Simone and her mother changed clothes and settled in, they met me and we sat in the den chatting. Simone's father ...