Unsatiated with Dad's Best Friend: Taboo Romance

by Ami Snow

  “Can I ask you something?” John asked.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she nodded, not trusting herself enough to try talking.

  “If I bring you something tomorrow, would you let me see you wear it?” His eyes went back to her chest, and Bethany felt the pleasure in John’s evident interest.

  “I think I’d like that,” she said. John smiled, and within her panties, Bethany felt a little twinge of excitement. “I think I’d like that very much.”

  The day after Thanksgiving is always a busy day for law enforcement. Bethany’s Dad was scheduled for a twelve hour shift, starting at 9 in the morning. Bethany knew John knew this, and thought that he’d show up early in the day, but his car didn’t pull into their driveway until nearly 7 p.m.

  “Hey,” she said, when she opened the door. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming by.”

  “I wasn’t sure if I was coming by,” he said. “This whole thing…it could be awkward…” John’s words trailed away as he took in Bethany’s lush, curvy figure. “But what the hell,” he said, and thrust an ivory striped shopping bag tied shut with a purple ribbon into her hands. “Here you go.”

  “I’m a grown woman, John,” Bethany said. She nodded toward the living room, where all the curtains were already drawn. “Why don’t you go get comfortable while I put this on?”

  “All right,” he said. Bethany retreated to her room, eager to open the package. She’d spent quite a bit of time the evening before trying to imagine what her Father’s best friend would want to see her wearing. Her imagination had run the gamut, from extravagantly romantic white lace lingerie to downright kinky black patent leather – but what she found in the bag made her laugh out loud in delighted surprise.

  Gently nested in lilac crepe paper was a Dalmatian pattern bra and panty set. “This is just too cute,” Bethany squealed. She lifted out the bra by its thick, silky black straps. It was exactly her size - impressive, since she’d never mentioned a word about what size she wore to John. The underwire cups were made of an unlined satiny fabric that felt amazing. There was a thick black ribbon trim at the top. “I can’t wait to try this on!” she said.

  She was a little nervous about the panties. Bethany was a big girl – too big, she felt, for thongs or string bikinis or any of the other styles men thought were sexy. But that’s not what John had brought for her. These panties were just perfect, with black and white spotted panels that would cover her completely in front and behind, with black ribbon bows that matched the bra trim cinching up the sides.

  “Oh, this is going to be fun,” Bethany said. That’s when she noticed there was a receipt in the bottom of the bag. She fished it out and noticed three things: John had done his shopping at one of the swankiest boutiques in town; it was a gift receipt, which meant no prices showed; and judging from the time stamp, her Father’s best friend had gone shopping for her directly after leaving their house last night.

  That thought sent an electric shiver through Bethany’s body. Thinking about John picking out this bra and panty set for her, and then having it with him all night long and the next day while he was working up the nerve to bring it to her was so exciting. She couldn’t get out of her clothes fast enough.

  Bethany purposely kept her back to the mirror while she stepped into the panties. The fabric was so light and airy it felt like she had absolutely nothing on. The bra was more substantial, but equally luxurious: she felt like her breasts were being lifted upward on a cushion of silk.

  When she turned around to face herself in the mirror, Bethany was taken aback by her reflection. “Va-va-voom,” she said. All of her curves were definitely being shown to her best advantage. The black ribbons on the side of the panties made her legs look longer, and her cleavage was deeper and more pronounced than she’d ever seen it before. She fluffed out her long, dark hair, took a deep breath, and said, “Hope you’re ready for this, John!”

  John was ready. He hadn’t sat down at all the whole time Bethany was getting ready; instead, he’d discovered it was exactly 12 paces across the family room’s carpet. When her bedroom door opened, he stopped mid-journey and turned to face his best friend’s daughter.

  “Do you like it?” Bethany asked. She stood just inside the doorway to the living room, one arm up on the door frame in a seductive pose.

  “God, yes.” John’s words were barely above a whisper; they were practically a groan. “You look gorgeous.”

  “This is what it looks like from behind,” Bethany said. She turned around. Her long, curly hair covered the inch and a half-wide bra strap in the back, but Bethany didn’t think John would mind.

  The sound of John’s suddenly heavy breathing let Bethany know she was right. She reached back and caressed one of her ass cheeks with her hand, letting her palm glide over the silky spotted fabric. “Is this good? Does it make my butt look yummy?”

  John gave a deep, shuddering groan. Bethany looked over her shoulder, only to discover that her Father’s best friend was blushing scarlet – and that his khaki pants had a new dark, wet spot on the front.

  “I’ve got to get out of here,” he said. He abruptly pushed past Bethany, pausing only long enough to kiss her on the forehead. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

  And then he was gone.

  A day passed, and then another. Bethany thought perhaps she’d seen the last of John when her Father mentioned that he’d be stopping over to play cards on Friday night. “I just wanted to give you a head’s up in case you were planning a makeover party or whatever with your girlfriends,” he said. “I think John is looking for a more mellow, low-key sort of evening.”

  “Makeover party?” Bethany snorted. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I won’t do anything to disturb you guys’ poker game.” She smiled. The first parts of a plan were already beginning to come together in her head. The poker game wouldn’t be interrupted, but John? She was planning to disturb him plenty.

  Friday night started simply enough. It was Daddy, John, Daddy’s co-worker Steven, and another guy Dwayne. They were all set up with wings and a case of beer and some cards. Bethany, armed with a thick book, positioned herself strategically in a chair that had a great view of the card table; this left her out of the direct line of sight to everyone except John.

  She’d dressed carefully for the evening, in a short, flirty black skirt that ended just above her knees and a black and white striped top with a zipper down the front. Underneath everything was John’s gift: the Dalmatian printed bra and panty set.

  The card game got started off slowly, and Bethany kept her attention fixed on her book. A few times, when she lifted her gaze from the pages, she saw John looking at her. Each time, she smiled – but instead of smiling back, he’d hurriedly return his attention to the card game.

  “Oh, no, buddy boy,” Bethany murmured to herself. “You’re not getting off that easily.” She picked her moment carefully, waiting until Dwayne had excused himself to use the bathroom and Steven and Daddy were intensely debating who was going to make it to the Super Bowl.

  The next time John glanced her way, Bethany slowly and deliberately crossed her legs, making sure he got a good view of her spotted panties. His eyes were riveted on her silk covered crotch for a moment, and then flew up to meet hers, more than a little shocked. She smiled, licked her lips, and then smoothed her black skirt into place, making sure everything was covered.

  When John reached for his beer, Bethany saw that her father’s best friend’s hand was shaking. Just a little – a tiny tremor that would go unnoticed unless you were paying attention – but still, shaking. This made her feel really good, sexy and powerful. John was such a nice guy, and she was sure he’d spent plenty of money buying her the lingerie. Add to the fact that he had such amazingly blue eyes, with crinkles that formed around them when he smiled, and the type of strong, sturdy body that just turned her on, and Bethany couldn’t see any reason not to put on a show.

  Behind the cover of her book, Bethany slowly eased the zipper on her shirt do
wn. She’d practiced this in her room, but the zipper hadn’t seemed quite so loud then. There was no way she wanted Daddy to hear what she was up to, so Bethany was forced to move ever so slowly, undoing the zipper tooth by tooth by tooth.

  The striped top was a little on the tight side to begin with. As the zipper opened up, Bethany could feel the room’s warm air washing over her newly exposed skin. The black and white spotted bra John had picked out pushed her large breasts together and up into a deep, pillowy cleavage. It was turning her on to see this white skin being exposed, an inch at a time.

  Dwayne returned to the table and told some joke she couldn’t hear. It was clearly hilarious, though, as all four men burst into loud laughter. Bethany took advantage of the moment by pulling the shirt’s zipper down as far as it would go. It stopped just above her belly button, which meant her Dalmatian print bra with the black ribbon trim, filled almost to overflowing with her ample breasts, was fully exposed.

  Then it was just a waiting game. Bethany smiled, imagining John’s expression when he got an eyeful of her attire from across the room. She wanted to show him right away, but forced herself to read another ten pages in her book first. It was important that she stay calm and in control of the situation…after all, the last thing either one of them needed was for Daddy to notice what was going on.

  After ten pages, she looked up. John was definitely looking at her, with a strange little half smile on his face. He looked so sexy, sitting there. Bethany was far from being the most experienced girl in the world, but she knew what it felt like to want somebody, and in that moment, she knew she wanted her father’s best friend.

  She smiled back, but feeling suddenly shy, kept her book in place. It was a good thing, too, because just at that moment, Steven spilled his beer. It went all over the card table and all four guys jumped up, grabbing the cards out of the way as best they could.

  “I’m sorry!” Steven exclaimed. He rushed into the kitchen and came back with a roll of paper towels to mop up the mess. “Maybe I’ve had enough.”

  Bethany’s Daddy laughed. “Or maybe you’re just clumsy.” Her father prided himself on being a good host, and it didn’t take Daddy long to get the situation back under control. Two, three minutes, tops.

  Throughout that entire time, John had been standing off to the side. He watched Bethany intently, letting his gaze wander over her bare feet, smiling a little at her black and white spotted toenail polish, and then slowly moving upward over her curvy calves.

  Bethany blushed. It felt like John was caressing her. That man could do more with his eyes than any of her boyfriends had been able to do with their hands. He kept his gaze on her while everyone settled back at the card table.

  Bethany kept her eyes on John too. She wasn’t sure if he was enjoying his attention as much as she liked his, but it was fun to look at him. After she was sure that her Father, Steven and Dwayne were fully focused on their cards again, Bethany let her book drop, fully exposing her bra-clad chest.

  John’s eyes grew wide, but he didn’t look away from her cleavage. Instead, he drank in the view, clearly enjoying the way her milky skin contrasted with the black ribbon bands at the top of each cup.

  Bethany decided to make the experience even better for him. She ran her left hand over her chest slowly, curving around the silk-clad side and cupping her breast from underneath. It was so sexy and she was so aroused that her nipples were fully erect. Using two fingers, she pinched at one flesh protrusion through the fabric, squeezing gently.

  When she did this, John bit his bottom lip. Bethany mirrored his gesture, and then let her tongue slowly trace around her lips. She squeezed both of her breasts as once, squeezing them together and lifting them toward her face. John looked like he was ready to jump up from the card table and cross the room in a single bound. Bethany had no intention of stopping him. She let her legs fall open just enough to remind him of the spotted panties she was wearing beneath her skirt.

  “You in or out, soldier boy?” Dwayne asked, abruptly shattering the moment. Bethany flipped her book back into place while John hurriedly studied his cards and declared that he was, in fact, out. The game continued on without interruption until Steven’s cell phone rang.

  “Hey honey,” he said. “What’s up?” No one paid much attention until Steven said, “Oh. Oh boy,” in a very serious tone. Then everyone, including Bethany, was paying attention. “I’ll be there right away.”

  He hung up. “That was my wife. Her mother’s been sick for a while. I’ve got to go.”

  “I’ll drive you,” Dwayne said. He nodded toward the table, where a small army of empty beer bottles had already started to form. “Trust me, you don’t need to deal with a DUI right now.”

  “All right,” Steven said. He nodded, almost robotically. “I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it.”

  “It’s going to be all right.” Dwayne got Steven to his feet and started him moving toward the door. “Thanks for a good night, guys. John, always good to see you.”

  “Well, that’s a bummer,” Bethany’s Daddy said, after the door closed. He shuffled the cards and looked up at John. “You want to play a few more hands?”

  “Sounds good to me,” John replied. He shot a quick glance in Bethany’s direction. “There’s no where in the world I’d rather be.”

  Daddy’s back was to Bethany. Knowing this, she grew bolder and bolder as the game progressed; flashing John quick views of her brasserie-covered chest every few minutes, sliding her skirt up her thighs and spreading her legs so he could see her panties. Bethany didn’t know if John could see it, but the crotch of those panties were getting damper and damper with every passing second.

  John’s eyes kept flitting from the cards in front of him to the show his best friend’s daughter was putting on. Every so often, he shifted position in his chair, and Bethany smiled, wondering what could possibly be going on inside John’s pants to make such movement necessary.

  “You want another beer, man?” John eventually asked Daddy.

  Daddy shook his head. “Actually, I think I had too many of those chicken wings.” He rubbed his stomach. “They’re doing a number on me. I hate to do this, especially when you’re in town for such a short time, but I think I’m going to have to call it a night.” He frowned, and a loud, growling noise came from his stomach. “Would you mind showing yourself out? I’ve got to hit the head.”

  “No problem,” John said. “Spicy food gets me like that too.”

  “You’re the best, man.” Daddy headed toward the back of the house, where his bedroom and bath were. “We’ll catch up this weekend, for sure.” He paused. “Well, not tomorrow. I’m working a double. But definitely on Sunday.”

  “Sounds good,” John said, waving Daddy down the hallway. “You go take care of what you need to take care of.”

  The bathroom door had barely shut when John was in the living room. Bethany stood up to meet him, and was not one bit surprised when John took her in his arms.

  “You little tease,” he growled. “You’ve been driving me crazy for three hours now!” His kiss was strong and passionate; Bethany felt her knees going weak beneath her.

  “I’m not a tease,” Bethany said, when the kiss finally stopped. “You were sweet enough to buy this for me,” she added, taking John’s hand and bringing it directly to the Dalmatian spotted silk covering her right breast, “and it’s not right you never got a chance to enjoy it.”

  “God damn, girl.” John glanced over his shoulder to see if the bathroom door was still closed. At the same time, he squeezed Bethany’s breast, clearly enjoying the feel of the silk against his palm and the way the younger woman’s eyes closed in pleasure at his touch. “If your Dad catches us, there’s going to be hell to pay.”

  “He’s not going to catch us,” Bethany said. Shocked at her own nerve, she flattened her palm over the front of John’s pants. His cock was hard and throbbing; she could even feel the heat of his need through the fabric. “And I wa
nt you so much.”

  “We can’t do this now,” John protested.

  “But I’m so ready for you,” Bethany urged him. She guided John’s other hand to the waistband of her skirt. “You should feel how wet my panties are getting.”

  It was an invitation her Father’s best friend couldn’t refuse. John bent his head to kiss Bethany again, while pushing his hand down the front of Bethany’s skirt. As promised, the space between her legs was hot and wet; with a deft twist of his fingers, John was inside the panties he’d bought only a few days earlier.

  Bethany gasped when his finger bumped up against her throbbing clit. “Oh Jesus,” she breathed. “You’re going to make me cum if you do that.”

  John smiled. “What, this?” His fingers moved quickly, rubbing the tender nub until Bethany’s head was spinning. “I’d love to see you cum for me, little girl.”

  “Put a finger in me,” she pleaded. Over the course of the poker game, Bethany had spent a great deal of time studying John’s thick, strong fingers. She’d even imagined about how good they’d feel in her pussy, but those fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of John’s finger slowly sliding in.

  “Jesus, you’re tight,” John murmured into her ear. “What a sweet little pussy you’ve got.”

  There was a noise in the back of the house, and they both froze, eyes locked on each other. “Shit,” Bethany whispered. “That’s Daddy.”

  “I want you so bad right now,” John said. “This is crazy.” He moved his finger inside Bethany, slowly pushing deeper into her pussy. “You’re going to be gorgeous sitting on my cock.”

  “Tomorrow,” Bethany promised. “Daddy works all day tomorrow.” She pulled John down for a kiss. “Come early. I promise we’ll do anything you want to do.”