As the summer of my daughter Leslie’s 21st birthday approached, she started giving subtle hints about taking a cruise to celebrate. Leslie is a beautiful young lady standing five foot six inches tall with short brown hair that just touches her shoulders. She has a cute figure just like my wife and probably has a D cup. I say that because my wife, Candy, is a good C and Leslie looks bigger. Yes I look, what red blooded man doesn’t?
I own my own company and have done quite well for myself and my family. I am a forty two year old, clean-cut, average Joe who eats right and I take care of his body. I have a fitness center membership where I run 5 miles daily. I don’t smoke but I do drink every once in a while and I love eating seafood.
I had already booked a cruise before prices skyrocketed but kept it from the entire family. A cruise was going to happen for the three of us and maybe Leslie’s friend Tabitha, Tabs as we called her. I was planning on telling them about the trip tonight during dinner and since Tabs eats at our house, she will learn of the trip as well.
Candy was in the kitchen with Leslie toiling over supper when Tabs let herself in the front door. “How’s it hanging Ray?” she asked walking by me, slapping at my foot. I was sitting in the den with my feet up, relaxing. It had been a long day of meetings and this was my relaxation time.
“Low and full” I said as she looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, smiled, then continued into the kitchen. I have to admit that Tabs was a gorgeous young lady. She loves to show as much skin as possible and I figured who was I to tell her any different.
Tabs Is a dancer and her favorite clothes to wear were those spandex shorts and a tee shirt that had the arms cut out and tied above her waist in a knot. Inside her shirt, sometimes she wore a sports bra while other times she didn’t . Her breasts weren’t quite as big as Leslie’s but when she didn’t wear a sports bra, you could get a good side view of her breast just short of the nipple. Today as she went into the kitchen, I noticed she had on a shirt with the arms cut extra low but I didn’t see a bra. My eyes sank quickly to her shorts that were fighting to hold in her fine ass.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Candy standing at the kitchen entry calling my name. “Ray, Ray. I need your help in the kitchen.” I stood up and joined her there.
In the kitchen the girls were attempting to get Candy’s new mixer to work and for some reason they thought I would know how it worked. Les and Tabs both told me what they had done as I was trying to make heads or tails of this beast. After moving a handle and pushing a part or two, then flipping a switch, it sprang to life.
It was at that moment I realized that no one had reminded me the content in the mixing bowl was mostly liquid. I guess I should have seen it but that was not why I was called to the kitchen. When the mixer started, it was on extra whip, sending all of the liquid out of the bowl. Tabs got hit with most of the liquid and I came in second with Les running away just in time to only get a small amount on her leg.