She grinned and was about to say something when we both heard the distant click of a lock opening and then rather loud voices arguing.

Amber strained her ears for a few seconds and then exclaimed, "Ohmigod, it's my PARENTS!"

Amber quickly moved off me, pulling her pussy off my cock with a wet squelch and then she hurried into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Very quickly, she came back out and started hunting around for her clothes.

I took her cue and grabbed at my shorts.

“I thought you said they were going to be out of the country until this weekend?"

“They WERE!" she hissed. "Get dressed."

Somehow, Amber just ran her fingers through her hair and finished the last button on her sundress. She gave me a half-hopeful/half-fearful smile.

“Looks Like you're finally going to meet them.”

Satisfied with both our appearances, we calmly opened the door and walked out. The second floor had rooms running the length of the hallway on one side while the other side just had a railing that looked over the vaulted ceilings down to the main floor entrance.

From the upstairs railing, Amber and I could see a distinguished middle-aged couple was now seated in the living room while a maid brought them glasses of wine. A uniformed limo driver was still bringing Luggage in through the front door and setting it out on the foyer while other staff came to fetch each bag.

“You guys are home early," Amber said nonchalantly as we descended the stairs.

Amber's mom happened to be looking the other way as she waved a hand dismissively and began complaining, "Well, our travel agent assured us that Santo Domingo had cleaned up in the last decade and that the hotel she booked us into was World-class. Well, it wasn't ANYTHING like St.

Croix and-" she cut off as she turned and saw me.

“Oh! Who's your guest?"

“Mother, Daddy, this is my boyfriend David."

“Ah, yes," her father stood and straightened the cuffs of his blazer.

“Pleased to finally meet you. I understand you've been seeing my daughter for about a year and a half?"

We made it into the Living room and I held out my hand to firmly shake with her father. "Yes, about that Long Mr-."

“No, no," he waved me off from finishing. "Just call me Robert."

“And I'm Julie." Her mother said, standing up and putting on her socially fake and flirty demeanor Like one would put on a new shirt.

“Well! He's set the record then, hasn't he?" Then her eyes rolled up the stairs as the initial surprise wore off and she seemed to realize what we had been doing just prior to their arrival.

I felt my back tense up. I don't think any parent ever feels HAPPY about their daughter having sex with her boyfriend, especially in their home while they're out. But Amber's mother surprised me.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I hope we weren't interrupting your afternoon,” she apologized as she brought her gaze back down to Amber's.

“No, it's alright mother. We were just talking." It was true. We had finished our playtime and gotten to the post-coital cuddle.