Story 37
Summary:
Jess, twenty years old. She’s got to drop something off at her friend’s house. But when her friend isn’t in, and her father is, things get a lot more interesting.
Dan, early forties. When his daughter’s friend comes round and he’s home alone, he knows just what he wants, and it’s not long before he decides to take it.
Age gap, oral, pussy licking, blow jobs, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering.
Jess hadn’t even noticed at first that her friend Becky had left her sweater at her house.
She had been tired after her friend had left, and so she had gone straight to bed.
It was only as she was lying there, just starting to drift off to sleep, that her phone had suddenly vibrated, forcing her back to a fully awake state.
She had looked up at the dark ceiling of her bedroom and considered just ignoring it, but she knew that her curiosity would continue to annoy her and she may as well just have a look at her phone and see what the message was.
She saw that it was a message from Becky, saying that she had left her sweater.
Jess told her that she could come and pick it up the next day.
However, Becky seemed to have other plans.
She asked Jess if she could, maybe, drop it off for her.
She was very busy the next day, as she was about to set off on a road trip and had a lot of things to get ready.
She explained that she wanted that sweater to take with her, as she had heard that it could get cold where she was going.
Jess had felt a slight annoyance then.
“Can’t you take another sweater?” she typed out.
“Sure,” Becky replied, “but that one is just so cute. Come on! You know that I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
Jess rolled her eyes. The two of them were twenty years old, but Becky could really act a lot younger than that at times.
Jess knew that she wasn’t going to get any peace and she may as well just give in. Give Becky what she wants, she told herself. It’ll be a bit of a nuisance but it’ll make your life a lot easier. She’ll get what she wants in the end, anyway. She always does, after all.
She had agreed to drop it off the following day, around midday. She had then put her phone on mute and rolled over, hoping that sleep would come quickly.
In fact, it took her quite a long time to get to sleep now. Becky had woken her all the way up and it was some time before she felt properly settled again.
She lay there in the dark, thinking things over.
She felt as though Becky got what she wanted far too often and she should really learn to say now. But, then, no one really seemed to be able to say no to Becky. After all, she was a beautiful, blonde girl. Jess knew that guys were drawn to that.
At the same time, she could acknowledge that men certainly found her attractive as well.
At twenty years old, she had a killer body that most women were incredibly jealous of.
She was slim and athletic, with long, toned legs, a flat stomach, a tight ass and large, bouncy breasts that looked even more prominent as they pushed out of her tight body.
Her skin was light, and she had a beautiful face.
She had auburn hair that seemed as though it caught fire when the sunlight hit it just right.
Her eyes were large and green. She had good bone structure, with high cheekbones.
Her nose was small and her cheeks had a slight rosiness to them.
She had a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose.
Her lips were full, looking as though they were in a permanent pout.
She always wore red lipstick to accentuate them, as well as dark eyeliner to show off her eyes.
There were certainly times when she felt as though Becky got all the attention from guys, but, at the same time, she knew that there was an element of self pity in her thinking that.
The truth was that while Becky might get attention at first, men were also drawn to Jess.
Their eyes would turn to her, take her in, and they would usually want her just as much as they wanted her friend.
It was just that Becky seemed to thrive on the attention more than Jess did.
That wasn’t to say that Jess was some shy and retiring girl.
She loved the attention as well, just not as obvious as her friend.
In fact, as she lay there in bed, trying to get back to sleep, she found herself thinking about some of the times when she’d been on the receiving end of the attention, and how much she had enjoyed it.
She remembered Pete, a guy she had met when she’d been out for a walk one day.
He had come up to her in the park as she’d been out enjoying the sun.
When she’d heard him call out to her, “Hey!” she had tensed for a moment, not wanting to turn round, sure that it would be some creep.
But when he had called again, she had decided that the best thing to do was to turn round. When she did, she was immediately floored by just how handsome this man was.
He was about the same age as her, maybe a couple of years older. He was tall and handsome, with a strong, muscular build. He had broad shoulders and a thick neck. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off impressive biceps.
He had a square jaw and tanned skin. His eyes were dark and soulful, and his hair was black and slightly unkempt. He smiled at her, and his face filled with warmth.
She looked at him quizzically.
“Sorry,” he said, looking slightly awkward now, “I don’t know what I was thinking. But I just saw you across the park and, well, I just had to come and say hello to you.”
“Oh,” she said, unsure how to respond to this, “Well, hello, I guess.”
“Ah, come on, is that all that I get?”
“What more do you want?”
She looked at him then in a seductive way, wanting him to know that she truly wanted to know what it was that he wanted.
He smiled at her and seemed to understand the message, and that was how things had started for the two of them.
They had spent the afternoon together, getting to know one another. Then, he had invited her back to his place. Her heart was racing. She had been waiting for this, but now that it was here, now that it was being offered to her, she couldn’t help but feel nervous excitement.
“Sure,” she said, as casually as she could.
They were sitting in the park at this point, on the grass. He put his arm around her waist, the tip of one of his fingers lightly playing at the point where her tank top stopped and her shorts started, feeling the skin of her body.
She turned her face to look into his. Her body moved closer to him, her leg brushing against his.
Then, he leaned in and kissed her.
She felt as though she had been waiting for this moment for so long now.
She leaned over to him, wrapping her arms around him and pushing him back onto the grass.
She leaned over him, kissing him, and felt his hands move up her waist.
One of them then moved around to her ass, squeezed it, and then moved down to the bare skin of her thigh past the point where her shorts stopped.
She pulled back from the kiss and pushed her hair back behind her head.
“I guess we’d better head back to your place,” she said breathlessly, “before things here get a bit out of hand.”
“I guess that you’re right.”
They walked hand-in-hand the short distance back to his place. They spoke casually, but both of them could feel the growing tension in the air. They knew what was coming.
And then, sure enough, as soon as they got back to his place, as soon as he closed the door to his apartment, she pushed him up against the closed door, kissing him passionately. Her hands were on his body, moving beneath his T-shirt, feeling his muscles.
He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside. His hands were on her waist now, pushing beneath her top, feeling more of her body. One hand slid over her stomach, the tip of one finger lingering on her belly button.
Then, he turned her around and pushed her up against the wall.
Her arms went around his shoulders, and his hands went to her ass, grabbing her and lifting her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. One of his hands stayed on her ass, and his other hand slid down to her thigh, stroking the supple flesh.
He broke off the kiss as he turned her around, still holding her, with her wrapped around him. He looked over her shoulder as he led her through the apartment. She was kissing his throat, his bare shoulder.
They reached the bedroom. He walked her over to the bed and tossed her down on it. She lay there, pulling herself up on her elbows to look at him.
He pushed his pants down and stood over her in just his boxer shorts. She could see his stiff cock pushing at his underwear. It made her want him even more, made her want that cock inside her.
She pulled her top off and pushed her shorts down. She lay there in just her simple black underwear.
He looked at her tight body admiringly.
She was about to take her bra off, but then he came to her, climbing onto the bed.
He pushed his body against hers as he kissed her. She felt the hardness of his cock pushing at her upper thigh.
Then, as they kissed, one of his hands moved up her stomach, pushing up beneath one side of her bra and finding the softness of one of her breasts. He squeezed it, and then she raised herself up to undo her bra from behind.
She pulled it off, offering herself to him.
He bent down to look at her breasts and then he was kissing her again.
She pushed his boxer shorts down and grabbed hold of his cock.
It was huge, and rock-hard. She began to jerk him off gently, wanting to get him as aroused as possible, as ready for her pussy as possible.
He had moved down to suck on her breasts. His lips pushed against her nipples, one after the other, and it was wonderful. She moaned softly and pushed her lips against his mouth, wanting to feel more of them there.
She felt one of his hands on her other breast, massaging it.
That hand then left her breast and slid down her body.
She felt it caressing her stomach and then it was pushing into her panties.
She felt his touch there, rubbing at her softly yet insistently, the tips of his fingers moving along the length of her pussy.