Story 18
Alone With Her Best Friend's Sexy Father... (Hot, Steamy Erotica Short Story)
Brought to you by Lacie Lovepole
Narrated by a Digital Voice
19-year-old Sally has always been trouble in a pair of tight yoga pants -- long legs, a toned stomach, curves in all the right places... along with every other cliche term for a hot-ass girl.
She's used to attracting every man within a 100 mile radius... A bit of harmless teasing that she plays up for fun. And, normally, she gets away with it, too.
That is, until she agrees to tag along on her friend's family vacation. That's when she meets Max. Her friend's handsome father. He's got a certain look in his eyes that both captivates and alarms Sally. The younger woman can't help but feel a lusty desire every time she catches him staring at her... She knows it's not right, that she shouldn't feel this way. But, Max isn't like the dorky guys she's used to having fawn over her.
His gaze isn't awkward or confused. It's hungry. He sees in Sally's untouched body everything he wants to possess.
When she's finally left alone with him while the rest of the family heads out, the question becomes -- will Sally be able to handle the large, throbbing mess she's created for herself?
Summary:
Sally, nineteen years old. Her college friend has invited her away on holiday with her family. She’s looking forward to a good time till her friend’s father throws a spanner in the works!
Max, early forties. As soon as he meets his daughter’s friend, he gets some ideas about what he’d like to do with her. It’s only when he gets her all alone that the fun can really begin, however.
Age gap, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, jerk off, and fingering.
Sally had been excited when her friend Laura had invited her to come on holiday with her family, but so far it wasn’t working out the way that she had hoped it would. The whole experience, up to this point, was leaving her feeling emotionally drained, and things seemed as though they were reaching a point where she might even have to decide to go home early.
It had all started so promisingly, she wondered how it had all gone wrong.
She had met Laura at college. They had been in some of the same classes, and they had immediately become friends. They were both nineteen years old, they were both from small towns, living in the city for the first time, and they both seemed to have a similar effect on the young men that they encountered, although they were different in their looks in many ways.
Laura was petite and cute, whereas Sally was tall, slim, and athletic. She had tight abs, firm, good-sized breasts, long, toned legs, and a tight ass. Her hair was long and black, her skin was light, and she had big, green eyes under long, heavy lashes. Her lips were plump and red, and she had a small nose and sharp cheekbones. She knew that men were drawn to her, that they saw something sultry and seductive in her, that they wanted to have their hands on her, to feel how tight her body was. She saw that Laura had a similar effect on them, and soon they were going out partying together, enjoying the attention that they were getting from the guys at the college that they encountered. Often, when they would go out together, they felt as though they were feeding off one another’s energy in a way, and it made them feel good. There was never any competition between them, just an appreciation of one another.
So, when Laura had asked Sally if she wanted to come on holiday with her family that summer, Sally had leaped at the chance. She hadn’t been looking forward to a summer back home, back in the boring small town, back under the watchful eye of her parents, who would make it much harder for her to get up to some of the fun that she’d enjoyed at college.
Laura’s family owned a place on the coast, and they liked to go out there for a few weeks of the summer. Sally had thought that this sounded like a great way to spend the summer. She would have preferred it if it had just been the two of them going down there, so that they could really let loose, and she wasn’t sure what to expect from Laura’s family, but it had still sounded like a good plan, all the same.
She had been excited, imagining the two of them relaxing on the beach, or heading out to some clubs, looking for guys. She was sure that they’d be able to find time to sneak out if they planned it well.
So far, however, things had not worked out the way that she had hoped they would.
The first thing that had derailed her plans had occurred when she had met Laura and her parents at the airport. She had been expecting a set of parents very much like her own - a dowdy, comfortable, middle-aged, suburban couple. What she had not expected was Max and Julia, Laura’s parents.
Laura had told her that her parents had married young and had her when they were young, so a part of her had expected that they wouldn’t be quite as old as her parents were. However, they looked as though they were in their late thirties, even though they must have been in their early forties by her calculations. They were certainly aging incredibly well, anyway.
Julia was a very attractive woman, and it was clear who Laura took after. However, it was Max that Sally found herself drawn to. When he turned to smile at her for the first time, it took her breath away, making her feel heat rushing to her face, making her feel light-headed.
He was an incredibly handsome man. He was tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and a muscular body that was clearly defined through the fitted shirt that he was wearing. He had tanned skin and handsome features - a strong jawline, dark eyes, an easy smile, and clear skin. His hair was light brown and cut short. He carried himself with an air of confidence that she found immediately alluring.
“Hi,” he said to her, “you must be Sally. We’ve heard all about you.”
A thought came through her mind as she glanced over at Laura - well, hopefully not all about me. Laura was smirking slightly as though she had been thinking the same thing.
They made their full introductions and headed out to the car. Sally had suddenly fallen silent. She couldn’t stop thinking about Max. She couldn’t remember the last time that a man had this effect on her. It wasn’t long before Laura seemed to pick up on the fact that something was different, and Sally found herself having to lie about it, saying that the flight had worn her out.
“Well,” Laura told her when they reached the large house overlooking the beach, “you’d better shake it off, we’ve got partying to do!”
Sally smiled at her, thinking that sounded like an excellent way to stop her from thinking about Max. She thought about some of the partying that they’d done over that last year of college, some of the things that she was sure Laura wouldn’t have told her parents about.
She remembered one time when they had been at a big college party, and she’d finally had the chance to talk to Shaun. He was a guy that she’d had her eye on for a while - he was a star on the football team with a powerful physique that seemed to dominate any room that he walked into. He had chiselled good looks, with great bone structure, dark eyes, and dark hair. He had an arrogant air about him, as though he knew that he could dominate any room that he walked into - as though he knew that he could beat any man and have any woman that he wanted to. For some women, that arrogance would have been a turn-off. For Sally, it was something more than that. It was alluring, and it was also something of a challenge. She wanted to see if she could bend him to her will. And then, at this party, she’d had her chance.
She had been standing on her own, just soaking up the atmosphere, waiting to see where the night would take her, when he had come over to her and introduced himself.
“I’ve seen you looking at me,” he said when they had finished introducing themselves.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Yeah,” he said, “so I was thinking that maybe we could go somewhere else and you could get a better look at me.”
It was a line that had all the subtlety of a wrecking ball, but a part of Sally liked that. He didn’t seem as though he’d be much of a conversationalist, so why not cut through all of that and just get down to business?
“Sure,” she said, “why not?”
He had smiled with that arrogance of his, but she was going to show him who was boss.
They left the party and walked across to his apartment.
As soon as they walked inside, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. He was kissing her, roughly, and she pulled back slightly, slowing the pace, teasing him with her tongue. His grip on her relaxed, and he seemed to get into the groove of things a little bit better.
She felt one of his hands sliding up her body toward one of her breasts, while his other hand went behind her, moving down to her ass, his large hand spreading out and grabbing hold of as much of it as he could. He started to squeeze it as his other hand moved closer to her breast, and she put both of her hands on his chest to push him backward. As she did so, she was amazed by the mass of muscle there, the solidity of it.
They broke off the kiss, and he looked at her, slightly annoyed.
“How about we take this to the bedroom?” she suggested, and he started to smile. It was an almost child-like grin that made her know that she would be able to make him do just what she wanted. He had been annoyed to see her not just submitting to him, but now she was certain he would do what she wanted.
He took hold of her hand, suddenly surprisingly tender, and led her through to the bedroom.
Then they were kissing again, his hands on her body again, one of them returning to her ass and the other one moving up to her breast, grabbing hold of it now just as he had been planning to do before, squeezing it through her dress. He was certainly keen, she thought to herself.