by Katy Kaylee
For the past three years, I had watched briefly as Willow and Malia formed an unbreakable bond. I didn't interfere much with how she did her job, as she was doing an incredible job. Willow adored her, and that was all I wanted. My child’s happiness was the most important thing to me, so seeing her laugh and giggle with Malia was music to my ears.
Malia had been the best thing for Willow and Willow had grown into a well-adjusted young woman, and I was truly grateful for that.
I slipped my tie off and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, still staring down at Malia. The attraction and reaction that I was feeling towards her, seeing her in that bikini was strange and unusual, yet comforting and exciting at the same time. Her breasts were pushed together by her bikini top, and as she took a sip of her water bottle that stood on the edge of the pool, I moved away from the window, just in case she saw me staring at her like a creepy old man.
I undressed, trying to get the image of her out of my mind, but as I glanced down at my underwear, the erection was proof that it wouldn't be possible.
Unless…
It wasn't as if I’d never masturbated before, but this was different. This was Malia, the young woman who was looking after my daughter. It felt wrong, but somehow that made it even more exciting.
I turned on the water of the shower, stepped inside and grabbed a hold of my erection. This was the only way to get rid of it, and on the upside, it would relax me. Maybe I just needed the sweet release of a good orgasm, which it would definitely be in this case. I placed my free hand against the wall, to support my body as the water ran down the back of my neck and down my back.
I started off with slow and short strokes, not wanting to go too fast too quickly, or I’d just end up hurting myself. I gradually picked up the pace, with the vision of Malia, clad in a bikini that clung to her body. I wished I could be that bikini as my grip tightened slightly. I imagined what it would feel like to have her hands wrapped around my cock, her tongue stroking my shaft. I imagined her lips kissing the tip of my cock before she slid it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and dropped my head down as I felt the orgasm approach with vigor and might. I could practically hear her moans with my cock inside her mouth and it pushed me over the edge. I groaned as my orgasm encapsulated me, allowing the stress of the day leave my body. I came onto the tiles, exploding like an atomic bomb and let out a relieved sigh.
“Holy shit,” I panted and lifted my head up again.
This was the first time in a very long time when I had felt so sexually frustrated, but yet so satisfied afterwards. I silently thanked Malia for being such a fucking hottie, and having had given me such an amazing orgasm.
Hopefully this would make stop thinking about her in a sexual sense, but I feared it was only the start of something that was never even going to happen.
What would a hot young woman possibly want with a guy like me, who worked too hard and played too little? Nothing. One thing was for sure though, if I ever had the chance to do anything with her, she’d need at least a week to recover, because as god was my witness, I’d fuck her brains out.
After my shower, I felt much better, and I got dressed in a comfortable pair of slacks and a t-shirt and went outside.
“Daddy!” Willow exclaimed, floating on a blow-up flamingo which I didn't even know we had, wearing Malia’s silver sunglasses.
She looked much too grownup for my liking but I didn't say anything.
“Hey, Honey. What is that you’re floating on?” I asked with a smile.
“It’s a giant flamingo, Daddy,” Willow announced triumphantly. “Malia got it for me.”
“I know how she feels about flamingos,” Malia said, appearing beside me out of nowhere. She wore a see-through beach cover-up and her hair hung down her shoulders, still damp from the water. She smelled of sunscreen and coconut, like a sexy pina colada, or something.
Fuck, that sounded so cheesy.
“I like it.”
Malia smiled happily and said, “I’ll be right back,” before disappearing into the pool house.
“You’re home early, Daddy,” Willow pointed out.
“I was getting tired of being surrounded by people who aren't fun,” I answered.
“Well, then you came to the right place,” Malia said, stepping out in the sun, holding a giant blow-up chocolate donut – which she knew was one of my favorite things to indulge in. “This is for you,” she said.
“You didn't have to get me this,” I said to her.
“I know. I just thought that you could use with a little rest and relaxation,” she answered with a shrug.
“Come join me, Daddy. Malia said she was going to make some cocktails for us,” Willow said with a grin.
“Mocktails for you, young lady,” Malia said and glanced at me again. “Do you want one?”
“Sure,” I answered and took the donut from her before turning to Willow. “I’ll go change.”
Willow cheered happily and I followed Malia into the outdoor kitchen, bar and barbecue area under the pagoda.
“Thank you,” I said to he and she glanced at me with a frown.
“For what?”
“Just for everything. I know that I wouldn't have been able to get by without you here,” I answered sincerely.
Her cheeks flushed slightly and she lowered her gaze. “You’re welcome, Mr. Marsh.”
“Really, you still can’t call me Dillon, even after three years?” I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders and crinkled her nose. “I don’t know, I guess it just won’t feel right, but I’ll get there,” she answered.
I pursed my lips briefly and nodded. “Well, let me go change, before Willow drags me into the water, clothes and all.”
Malia laughed and nodded her head as she reached for three glasses. “You know she will.”
I laughed in return and stepped into the house through the sliding glass doors, suddenly feeling a little insecure about being shirtless in front of Malia.
I didn’t fail to noticed her enticing stare on me as I stepped out of the sliding doors a short while later, wearing only my favorite pair of swimming trunks. I had to admit, it was very flattering to see her cheeks flushing slightly as she averted her eyes away from me. Although I hadn’t been able to utilize my home gym in the last few weeks, her lingering gaze showed that I was still in good shape after all.
I focused my attention on Willow, playing with her in the water, listening to her giggling and laughing. It warmed my heart to spend some time with her after all the time I had worked too much. I knew that I needed to stop working my ass off as much as I did, and I vowed to myself that I would take Willow, and myself, on a well-deserved vacation somewhere nice and peaceful. Malia would also come along, if she wanted to, of course. Somewhere far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Somewhere like Cyprus or Morocco. Somewhere quiet.
Willow and I ended up lounging out on our blow-up flamingo and donut, respectively, while Malia was stretched out on the wooden lounger in the sun, her beach cover-up draped over the back of the lounger. I couldn’t look at her for too long, at the risk of getting busted, and I wished I had my sunglasses on, like she was.
The late afternoon sun was turning me into a lazy mess, and although I felt as though I was on vacation already, I became aware of the fact that I still needed to prepare for my board meeting first thing in the morning. I didn't want to spoil the moment though.
I glanced over at Willow, who lay on her stomach, sprawled across the pink body and wings of the blow-up flamingo, he hands dangling in the water and she smiled at me.
“I love days like this, Daddy,” she said happily.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
Malia
The sun started to sink down into the river as we ate dinner on the loggia, overlooking the garden and the river. It was such a beautiful day that it’d be a shame to spend it indoors.
After the fun afternoon we had in the pool, not to mention watching Mr. Marsh in the pool wi
th Willow – who was even hotter without a shirt on, having dinner in the warm evening air was the perfect end to a perfect day.
I wasn't going to obsess over how weak my knees became as soon as Mr. Marsh stepped out of the house, wearing only a pair of green swimming trunks, because that would just be wrong, but holy shit! He was legit the hottest dad – and older man – I had ever seen, and I was truly grateful that I had the bar counter right in front of me, in case I toppled over. The muscles in his back and shoulders were well toned and I spent most of the afternoon watching them through the safety of my sunglasses.
As I listened to Willow talk to her dad about what happened at school, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet and detached Mr. Marsh seemed to be. Of course I didn't say anything or make a comment about it, as it wasn’t my place. Sure, I’d been a pat of their lives for three years, but I knew my limits, and his as well. I never asked him detailed things about his job – truthfully I still wasn't sure what he did exactly – and we’d only talk about work if he brought it up. I figured he just had a bad day at work, and that he was tired. He’d been working late every night for a while now and it was catching up to him. His eyes were tired and wasn't as bright as it used to be.
Of course, in my mind I was willing to do anything to make him feel better, to bring back the sparkly swirls back to those gorgeous brown eyes of his, but of course, that would never happen. I didn't feel the need to seem desperate for him – even though I was, and make myself look like a slut in the process.
Anyway, it wasn't going to happen, and I was not purposely going to try and seduce him at the risk of losing my job. A small part of me wondered what he’d do if I told him about all these feelings I was having, all the nights I spent pleasuring myself while thinking of him, wishing he was inside me instead of my fingers. I wondered what he’d do if I told him that I dreamt about him, and I would wake in the middle of the night with drenched panties. I wondered if he would shoot me down if I begged him to fuck me. It was hard to imagine him rejecting me, but it was even harder to imagine him not wanting me.
But I had to be realistic. Crossing that line with him would not be a good idea at all, so that was where that idea would stay.
With me.
After we finished our dinner, I carried the plates inside to the kitchen, just to put a bit of distance between me and Mr. Marsh, as these thought I was having were overwhelming me. I didn't want to seem distracted as well, because Willow would notice it right away. She had already noticed her father’s detachment, and I didn't want her to notice mine.
I placed the plates on the counter and opened the dishwasher. Willow came running into the kitchen passed me before pausing at the arch leading to the living area.
“We’re still watching that movie, right?” she asked.
“Absolutely. Let me just finish up right here,” I answered.
“It’s fine. I have to take a bath first. I smell like chlorine,” she said as she pulled a face and walked to me. She put her arms around me, her cool skin against mine and hugged me. “Thank you for my flamingo.”
“You’re very welcome,” I said with a smile, hugging her.
She pulled out of my embrace and skipped out of the kitchen. I took a dishwasher cleaning capsule out from the cabinet beside the dishwasher and popped it into the tray.
“Hey, let me do that,” Mr. Marsh said, suddenly behind me and I shook my head.
“It’s okay. I’ve got it,” I shrugged.
“You don’t have to do all this, you know. We have a housekeeper,” he said to me and placed two glasses, which I had left on the table where we had dinner on the counter
“I know,” I shrugged again and placed the glasses into the dishwasher as well. I closed the door and switched it on.
Leaning against the counters, I cocked my head and studied him for a few seconds. “Are you okay, Mr. Marsh?”
“I’d prefer it if you called me Dillon,” he shrugged and glanced at me.
“I know.” I smiled briefly and shook my head. “I’m serious.”
“So am I. My employees call me Mr. Marsh,” he said.
“I am your employee.”
“No, you work for Willow. You and I both know that,” he said with a chuckle.
“Right,” I said and pouted slightly. “But seriously, are you okay? You seemed a little distant during dinner.”
“You picked up on that, huh?” he sighed, his jaw clenching.
“Yeah, it was pretty obvious,” I answered, not wanting to seem to pushy.
“I’ve just had a lot on my mind,” he said simply.
Clearly he wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, so I stepped away. “Well, if you feel like talking about it, then I’m here.”
“It’s just boring office stuff. Contracts and incompetent people,” he shrugged, “but thank you for offering to listen. It’s very nice of you.”
“I mean it. I’ve been here for three years and I still don’t really know what kind of work you do,” I blurted out, “not that it matters to me, you know.”
“You don’t know what I do for a living?” he asked and raised his eyebrows at me.
I shrugged and chuckled in slight embarrassment. “Well, I know you own Marsh Industries and they have different sub-divisions located all over the country and the world, including Marsh Media and Advertising.”
The corners of his mouth curled upwards and his nodded. “That’s right.”
“That’s about it, though,” I said, but quickly added, “but I know that you’re a private person and you don’t have to discuss anything about your job with me if you don’t want to.”
He nodded wordlessly and sighed as he sat on the high stool on the other side of the kitchen counter. His hands rested on the cool marble and he glanced down at them. “I’m the owner and CEO of the company. I manage all the departments, while liaising with investors and managers across all the departments. If something goes wrong, I’m the one who has to have a team investigate the problem and provide a solution quickly, so that it does not influence any of the investors or clients.”
“No wonder you’re so stressed out,” I muttered.
He nodded and cocked his head at me. “Right. There was a mistake in a sub-clause of some of the contracts, and now it’s delaying the entire process of funding, investing and the opening of a new branch in Colorado.”
“That sucks,” I cringed. “It’s not causing you to lose investors, is it?” I asked, which was surprising, since I knew absolutely nothing about business, or investing. Maybe it was just because Mr. Marsh was finally opening up to me, and that I enjoyed talking to him.
“My investors are impatient and don’t like to be kept waiting. It could possibly cause a few withdrawals, but hopefully the personnel department will have a final draft on my desk in the morning,” he answered.
“Wow, you sound a lot more cutthroat than you are here at home,” I scoffed.
“It kind of comes with the territory. I can’t be anything but badass in the office, or I’ll get eaten alive,” he told me.
“The corporate world sounds fantastic,” I said sarcastically.
“It’s not for everyone,” he shrugged and looked at me intently, “besides, you’re way too special for that kind of world. It’ll suck the fun right out of you, and we wouldn’t want that.”
I let out a breath as his eyes were focused intently on me for more than what was necessary, or normal for that matter. His words are flattering to say the least. Most people would say to me that I’d be the one who wasn't made for the corporate world and that it would break me, but instead, Mr. Marsh complimented me by saying the corporate world was a bad thing.
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly and raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m ready, Malia!” Willow suddenly exclaimed, entering the kitchen, smelling of strawberries and dressed in her unicorn pajamas.
I turned away and smiled at her. “You smell good.”
“It’s my strawberry shampoo,”
she announced proudly and glanced at her father expectantly.
“What are you guys talking about?”
“Oh, uhh, your dad was just telling me about his job,” I quickly answered.
“That’s weird,” she said and frowned. “Daddy, you don’t ever talk about your job.”
“I know, but Malia isn’t just anyone, so I figured it’d be okay,” he said and glance at me with a wink.
“You’re only realizing this now?” Willow asked, rolling her eyes.
Mr. Marsh and I laughed at the same time and I turned to him. “Willow and I are going to watch a movie. Would you like to join us?”
“Please, Daddy?” Willow begged, clasping her hands together.
“I really wish I could, but I have to prepare for a very important board meeting tomorrow morning,” he answered with an apologetical expression on his face.
“You really shouldn’t work so hard,” she pouted.
“I know,” he winked at her.
I flashed him an encouraging smile before Willow and I left for the entertainment area, at the end of the long hallway. I glanced at him over my shoulder before I was completely out of my line of sight and pursed my lips. He was tired, and felt sorry for the poor guy. Willow was right, he was working too hard, but unfortunately he had to endure it. I sincerely hoped that things were going to calm down at his offices, as I didn’t like to see him this way.
I turned my attention back to Willow as we entered the entertainment area and settled into the comfortable seats. We picked a movie – one she had been dying to see – and the lights dimmed.
The entire duration of the movie I tried to convince myself that Mr. Marsh had not changed his behavior towards me, but something inside me knew that something did indeed change. Did he notice the way I looked at him? Was he that perceptive to realized that I had a crush on him?
Maybe he had known for a long time and was only letting me know now, in the most subtle ways possible. Or maybe he was just being extra nice because I reached out to him in a way I haven’t done before. Maybe he realized that I was a little more than an employee and would listen to the bullshit he had to go through.
