I saw she had a bit of drool on her lips when she saw me but I thought nothing of it as I knew she was married to Jack who happened to be my boss and ...ny relationship between me and her could easily result in repercussions at work by him. I told her my problems and she nodded inviting me in saying it was no big deal for me to stay till Monday if I wanted as her and Jack weren’t planning on doing anything anyway.I asked her to at least put on a robe before Jack got home from wherever he was at. The sun was deliciously warm, the breeze comfortably wafting her mane.The boardwalk wasn't crowded; there were just enough admiring peoplemoving about to make it feel like the right place to be at the righttime. A group of deck chairs with a view of the ocean provided them withtheir destination. The five of them hadn't finished sitting down before avery eager-to-please young gentleman showed up to take their order.Margaritas all around.She looked at the beach, the boardwalk, her friends, her. I was a stick girl growing up and my family actually nicked named me stick.Skinny as I could be but I sure noticed my dad and brothers always looking at my ass. My mom caught my dad oggling it one time and slapped the heck out of him for doing that! My tits aren’t much to look at and sure weren’t then, being no more than bumps on my chest my nipples the more visible part of them. I was always tall for my age.We were poor,and so most of what I got was my brothers hand me down blue. "Oh, fuck." I whispered, barely aware that I’d spoken, or if it had been audible. Not that I cared. My private little viewing was the only thing that mattered just then. Shifting in my seat, I adjusted myself, all too aware of how my swollen cock pressed against my jeans, begging to be freed. For a mad moment I considered doing just that, unzipping my Levi’s and pulling it out, knowing how good it would feel to stroke myself as I watched her. Good sense prevailed, and I kept my hands on the.