Story 17
The Day His Best Friend's Daughter Came... to Work For the Older Man (Hot, Steamy Erotica Short Story)
Brought to you by Lacie Lovepole
Narrated by a Digital Voice
When Sam heard his good friend's youthful, inexperienced daughter, Carly, was coming to work for him as an intern... It sent off all sorts of alarm bells in his mind. Sam knows his desires for the forbidden woman should never enter his mind. He knows she's meant to be off-limits.
It's his friend's daughter, after all!
But, when Carly walks in through the door of Sam's office -- it would take a miracle for him not to notice how the tempting lass is dressed. Something tells him that she's doing it on purpose, yet he can't quite prove it...
Carly, for her part, knew exactly why she wore alluring outfit. And after a few select poses and less than subtle gestures toward the older man... It isn't long before she gets a BIG rise out of her new boss -- but, can she handle his impressive workload?
Summary:
Sam, early forties. When he hears that his daughter’s friend Carly is coming to his work as an intern, he’s conflicted.
He’s been thinking a lot about her, and he doesn’t know what will happen when he sees her there.
And when he catches sight of how she’s dressed, he’s not sure if he can control himself.
Carly, twenty years old. She knows just how to get Sam’s attention, and it all works wonderfully. Behind closed doors, they get down to some real fun.
Age gap, oral, sixty nine, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
Sam had heard about who the new interns were going to be at his work, but he could hardly believe it. Of all the people who could have gotten a position here, why did one of them have to be Carly?
It wasn’t that he disliked Carly. Far from it.
In fact, if he was being honest, that was the problem.
His daughter had introduced him to Carly the previous year.
Both girls had been nineteen years old at the time, and they were about to go away to college.
He had heard his daughter talking about Carly before, but he had never really considered who the person was behind the name.
That had all changed when he had actually met her because, as it turned out, Carly was stunningly beautiful.
She was slightly above average height with an incredible figure.
When he had first seen her, she had been wearing a short skirt that showed off her long, tanned legs and a tight top that showed off the gentle curves of her body, her slender waist, her flat stomach, and her great, full, perfect, bouncy breasts.
Perhaps if it had just been her body that looked so good, then it wouldn’t have been such a problem for him. However, there was so much more to her than that.
She also had a beautiful face. She had long, blonde hair, beautiful, big, blue eyes, full, plump lips, cute dimples, and a cute little nose. Her tan made her glow, and there was a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose.
When he had met her, she had given off an air of innocence, and he had told himself that he shouldn’t be thinking about her the way that he was.
She’s your daughter’s friend, he kept telling himself, this is all wrong!
But then there was a moment when she looked at him and their eyes met.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked at him with such intensity, her lips pouting, that he started to think that she wasn’t nearly as innocent as she had first appeared to be.
In fact, he was thinking that there had to be something more to her than that, and he thought that she was showing him who she was deliberately, giving him a little view of the truth to tease him.
As she looked at him in that moment, she slowly licked her lips. He looked down at them, glistening slightly, and he wanted to go to her, to kiss those lips, to feel that tongue of hers in his mouth.
But then the moment had passed and everything had returned to normal. He had told himself to stop thinking about her like that. However, he had seen her several times since, and it had only enhanced the thought in his mind that she was incredible, that he wanted her.
She had gone away to college, and he had found himself wondering what she was getting up to when she was there, wondering what kind of naughtiness she was getting involved in.
He knew that it was crazy to be thinking like that, but he couldn’t help himself.
He imagined some horny young guy getting her back to his room, getting her naked, his hands all over her tight body, feeling the softness of her breasts, grabbing hold of her ass.
He thought about how sweet her pussy would taste to them, how good it would feel to be inside her, to have her looking at them the way that she had looked at him that day.
He wondered how she would moan when he was deep inside her.
Just thinking about it made him feel crazy with jealousy, but also incredibly aroused.
Sometimes, when he’d find himself thinking about her, he would feel his cock getting hard.
He would tell himself that he needed to find some kind of release in order to distract himself.
He told himself that he was just horny and he should go and find himself another woman.
After all, he was divorced, and he could go out and have some fun if he wanted,
He told himself that he was still a good-looking guy, after all, and that he could go out and find other women who would look at him the way that Carly had looked at him that day.
In the end, he had decided to do just that.
As he had gotten ready to head out that night, he had looked at himself in the mirror.
He was just in his boxer shorts, and he thought that he looked very good.
He looked at the bulge of his cock in his boxer shorts and thought about how he would be putting that to good use later that evening.
He looked at his body - he still worked out regularly and he had a muscular, well-defined build, with a powerful-looking upper body.
He flexed his muscles as he looked at himself, and then he leaned in closer, smiling at his reflection.
He had a strong jawline and classic, movie-star good looks.
He looked younger than his age, and his hair - dark brown and cut short - didn’t show any signs of gray.
His dark green eyes had a soulful look to them, and he knew the effect that they had on women when they looked deep into them.
This was an effect that he wanted to recreate that night.
He had headed out to a bar. He was dressed smartly and feeling confident.
In fact, it hadn’t been long before he had found someone.
A woman named Jess, who was in her mid-thirties, had spotted him across the bar and come straight over to him.
He liked this - he liked it when they came to him, and he didn’t have to worry about doing too much of the running. He knew right away that she wanted him.
She was beautiful. She was wearing a tight dress that showed off every seductive curve of her body. Her breasts looked as though they might spill out of it at any time. Her hair was long and black, her skin was light, and her eyes were light green. Her red lips pouted at him, and he smiled at her.
She introduced herself, and they made small talk. She moved in closer to him, and he put a hand gently on her waist as they talked. He couldn’t even remember what they said to one another. After all, they both knew where this was going, and the small talk didn’t really seem to matter that much.
“Anyway,” he said after a while, “how would you like to go back to my place?”
She smiled up at him.
“You know,” she said, “I thought that you would never ask.”
She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him to her. He tilted her face up to his and began to kiss her, slowly, and then she stepped away from him before she took his hand and led him outside.
They got a cab, and he felt her body pushing up against him in the dark, felt the softness of her breast against him. He put one arm around her shoulders, his fingers brushing at the soft skin.
He was feeling excited. Soon, he would be exploring more of her body.
As the car made its way through the city, he felt one of her hands on his leg, moving up and down it, moving inward and brushing against his cock.
He wasn’t hard yet, but he could feel a stirring down there.
He was sure that she was well aware of the effect that her teasing was having on him, and he wanted more of it.
Then, they arrived back at his place. He led her up to the front door and inside.
As soon as they were inside, she pulled him to her, and he pushed her back against the door, his hands on her waist as she looked up at him.
He bent down to kiss her again, and her arms went around behind his head, her fingers slid through his hair, and they held one another, kissing long and slow.
He moved in closer to her, his body pushing against her. His cock was hard now, fully awakened and ready for whatever was going to come next. As it pushed against her, she pushed back, and he felt her rubbing against it through his pants.
Then, he stepped away from her and looked into her eyes. One of her hands went down between his legs and grabbed the hard bulge, giving it a playful squeeze.
One of his hands ran up the side of her body, moving up to the swell of her breast, running over it, stroking it, and then moving up to her throat, to her face, caressing her soft skin.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said softly, still massaging his cock through his pants.
He thought that this was a wonderful idea. He took hold of her hand and led her upstairs to his room.
When they were there, they turned to look at one another. She looked incredible, and he wanted her more than ever. She reached out and ran a hand down over the front of his shirt, feeling his muscles through it.
Then, she stepped back from him.
She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He knew where this was going, and he smiled at her as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. She reached behind her dress and undid the zip. He saw the dress come loose, and then she pulled on it.
He had his shirt undone now, and he slipped it off.