by Sadie Grey
Right?
***
I opened the door and she made her way up the walkway with her head down. She’d always been a quiet, shy kind of girl. More interested in books than boys. It seemed that nothing had changed, even though she was nineteen and technically a woman now. That was alright. Maybe she’d keep to herself and I could still have some much needed alone time.
“Michelle,” I said. “Great to see you.”
“Hey, Mr. Frost,” she replied, not looking at me. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”
She raised her head and our eyes met. I felt an electric shock pass between us. Her eyes flickered down from my face to my arms and then to the bulge in my crotch. I wasn’t erect or anything, but I wondered if she could see the outline of my cock through the jeans I was wearing. And I wondered if she liked what she saw. It seemed that she did.
I could almost feel those eyes on me like a physical touch. They roamed over my broad shoulders, my abs, and my package. My stomach clenched deliciously. When she realized she was staring at me, she lowered her eyes and her cheeks turned red. Her shyness was endearing, and I wondered if she was still a virgin.
Based on her looks, surely lots of boys her age chased after her. Those full red lips, those sensitive eyes, those curves that made me want to lift her up against the wall and hammer her like a stubborn nail. God, if I didn’t stop thinking about her like that, my cock would get hard right in front of her, and I would have to jerk off just to keep my head on straight.
Or I could see if young Michelle had a thing for sexy older men.
Stop it, I told myself. Those thoughts were wrong. She was young enough to be my daughter, and while we weren’t related in any way, she was definitely like family to me. I couldn’t think about her that way or else this was going to be the longest few weeks of my life.
“Well, come in here, darlin’,” I said, realizing the double meaning of my words as soon as I’d said them. No matter what my rational brain thought, my libido seemed to have a mind of its own. It was tugging at my loins with a desperate, aching need. I decided to drink a lot of whiskey later and see if I couldn’t put that perverted little part of my brain to sleep.
Michelle made her way into the foyer and I shut the door behind her. For some reason, I felt like a naughty spider trapping the fly in my web.
“I’m the only one here,” I said. “So there’s plenty of room. Let me show you where to put your stuff. It’s just upstairs.”
Without a word, she climbed the stairs in front of me. I couldn’t help myself.
I gazed up at her thick round ass, held up perfectly by the yoga pants. With my face just a foot away from that enticing rump, the yoga pants were pretty much see through. I got an eyeful of her pink little g-string nestled between her bountiful ass cheeks and the little triangle of fabric that barely covered her slit.
My cock stirred in my jeans and I had to fight the urge to bury my face between her luscious legs and taste her sweet pussy. To my surprise, it seemed like she was walking up the stairs slowly and swaying her hips more than was necessary. Was she letting me get an eyeful on purpose? Did she want me to enjoy the show?
***
Michelle settled in the bedroom next to mine and didn’t come out until I called her down for dinner. I’d made a few steaks on the grill. She tore into her ribeye like a champ. I couldn’t help but smile. I liked a girl with an appetite. It was a rare change from all the salad eating anorexic women that thought skinny meant sexy.
I like a woman to be shaped like a woman.
During dinner, we made stilted conversation, but Michelle really was shy. She’d barely said two words to me the whole time she’d been here. As soon as dinner was over, she disappeared back upstairs, leaving me with my troubled thoughts.
Having this sexy, curvy girl nearby was more than distracting. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I cracked open some whiskey and tried to still the depraved thoughts that insisted on running through my head, making my blood pulse and my cock yearn for satisfaction.
Michelle changed the whole feel of the house. Maybe it was her raging hormones pumping in the air or maybe it was just my filthy mind, but a desperate need built up inside me and I knew I had to take care of myself.
I slipped upstairs and stopped outside of Michelle’s room. The lights were off and no sound came out of the room no matter how hard I listened. Good, I thought. I can have some fun without the fear of getting caught. Not that I would have minded getting caught. Michelle could slip into my room, find me with my cock in my hand and then…
Stop. Hold that thought. Save it for the bedroom.
I locked my bedroom door behind me and slipped out of my clothes. Just being naked in the room next door to Michelle was arousing. A thin wall of plaster separated us, but in reality, she was only a few feet away. Close enough to hear me. Close enough to touch me.
I lay flat on the bed and I slipped a hand down between my legs, running my fingers lightly, sensually over my hardening cock. It didn’t take much to get my shaft to spring to life. I grabbed the bottle of lube that I’d left hidden beside the bed and squirted a big blob of it into my hand. I coated my cock with the slick fluid and pumped at my erection, which was already tense and sensitive.
A thin moan escaped my lips. I imagined Michelle fucking me. That young plump body poised over my thick hot shaft and then pushing myself balls deep inside her. My nipples hardened and I sped up the rhythm of my stroking. My palm slid over my shaft with maddening sensation. My breath came in heavy panting rasps. Just picturing her big round ass from earlier and her pretty pink panties pushed me right to the edge. I could feel myself slipping closer. Closer.
A loud cry from the room beside me startled me from my self love. I quickly threw on some boxers, wiped my hand on a towel, and ran into the room next door.
Michelle was sitting up in bed topless, sweaty and panting. The sight of her heavy round globes with their hard nipples sent my mind reeling. For a second I thought she had heard me jerking off and had just had a soul shaking orgasm picturing me with my aching cock in my hand. The cock that was now straining against my boxers at the sight of her exposed tits.
But the panicked look in her eyes showed me that I was wrong.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered, pulling up the bed sheet to hide her breasts. “I had a nightmare. About the fire.”
It had never occurred to me that she’d be frightened about the fire. She seemed like such a strong young woman, but I guess she was still young. Still easily shaken. My protective instincts kicked in.
“Oh, sugar, it’s okay,” I said sitting down on the bed next to her. I slipped an arm around her shoulders.
She flung her arms around me. The movement caused the sheet to slip down, and her bare tits pushed against my chest. I caught a glimpse of her pink panties clinging to her pussy tightly and outlining her lips as clear as day, even in the dim light. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying to stop the filthy, perverted thoughts that danced lewdly through my brain.
I imagined taking her ripe rosy nipples in my mouth and sucking on them until she begged me to fuck her. I imagined jamming my cock between those sweet tits of hers and titty fucking her until I shot my wad all over her innocent little face. I imagined her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking and teasing at me.
I imagined planting a baby in her fertile womb.
I tried to push those thoughts aside. My cock was burning with lust, aching and begging for release. I knew it was outlined clearly through my boxers. I just hoped she didn’t notice and hate me for being a dirty old man. But from the way she was positioned, I was sure she could see it, just inches below her naked breasts. So close that I could come on them if I shot my load.
I tried to pull away from her, but she held me tight. “Please don’t leave. I’m scared.”
I cleared my throat. “I know, darlin’, but we should try to get some sleep.”
I
needed to get away from her. We were both almost naked. I hadn’t been this close to another woman like this for a really long time. Years of pent up frustration and desire begged me for release. My dick was so hard I thought it would explode, and I couldn’t let that happen in front of her. Not with Michelle.
Her scared little voice sounded in the darkness. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
Fuck!
***
I jumped out of bed then, knowing that this would not end well for either of us. Unfortunately, standing there in front of her just meant that my cock was now eye level with her face. There was no way she could have missed it.
I spun around in a panic, turning my back to her. “Please don’t go,” she said.
My mind was racing, and I didn’t know how to handle this situation. The fifth of whisky from earlier didn’t help. I felt bad for her. I really did. But I didn’t know how to make her feel safe without being stuck in an inappropriate position.
I spoke without thinking. “Alright, you can sleep in my bed with me. There’s more room. But you have to cover up, alright?”
“But this is how I sleep,” she said.
Still refusing to look at her, I said, “I don’t care. It’s not decent. Put a shirt on.”
I left the room quickly and hurried into my bedroom. I shut the lights off and hid the lube. Then I hid under the covers.
I didn’t want her to see my throbbing erection any more than she already had. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to let her sleep with me, but it was the only thing my drunk, panicked brain could think of.
I promised myself I would sleep with my back to her and stay on my side of the bed. All my dirty, perverted thoughts would remain just that. Thoughts and fantasies. I wouldn’t act on them, no matter what.
She walked into the room shortly after like something from a wet dream. As I’d instructed, she’d put a shirt on, but it was a paper thin camisole. I could see her areolas perfectly through the fabric, and if anything, she looked even more enticing with it on. I couldn’t help but admire the way she looked standing there in the moonlight. The alluring curve of her breasts and the tight revealing panties had me mesmerized. She looked like a younger version of her mother, who I’d had a secret crush on for years. She really was like all my secret fantasies coming true.
She looked at me shyly. “Is this alright?”
I thought about asking her to put more clothes on, but I didn’t want to call attention to the fact that I found her so attractive that I could barely restrain myself. Besides, I felt sorry for her. She had been through a lot, and it wasn’t her fault she was so innocent she didn’t realize the effect she was having on me. It wasn’t her fault I was a dirty old man.
I sighed. “It’s fine. Now try to get some sleep.”
I turned on my side, facing away from her. The bed shook behind me as she climbed in. I caught the scent of her. She smelled like strawberries.
And I swear I could feel the heat of her luscious body all the way from the other side of the bed. My own cock warmed up in response, dripping precum with desire for the ripe young woman occupying my bed.
Every part of my body wanted to close the distance between us and impale her on my thick rod. I wanted to feel her lips on mine. I wanted to torture every hole in her body with my fingers, tongue, and cock until she was screaming like a banshee. I wanted to get her pregnant.
But I resisted. It was still wrong, and as much liquor as I had drank, I still wasn’t quite drunk enough to act on my feelings for her. Feelings was too generous. This wasn’t love that I felt. This was red hot lust blazing like the sun. I had to force myself not to grab my cock and stroke myself off to relieve the pressure that had built up there.
I sighed. “Get some sleep, Michelle.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled. “For everything.”
“No problem,” I said. But it was definitely a problem. A big fucking problem. Eventually, despite the raging erection in my shorts, I slipped off into sleep. I dreamed about fucking the sweet young woman beside me.
***
When I awoke, it was still dark in the bedroom. I had been dreaming that I was fucking Michelle. It had felt so good. So real. I could still feel that delicious sensation. That’s when I realized my erection had slipped out of the front hole of my boxers and my hard cock was pressed firmly between Michelle’s legs.
At some point in the night, I had rolled over so that I was facing her and she had nestled up against me. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against her warm lips. I wasn’t penetrating her, but it was close. I froze in panic, not wanting to move and wake her up. What would she think of me if she thought I had tried to take advantage of her while she slept?
My body trembled. However it had happened, it felt so fucking good to have my dick pushing against her tight little pussy. Her panties must have shifted because I could clearly feel skin on skin. My cock got even harder, which I didn’t think was possible.
She shifted slightly in her sleep, rubbing her pussy against my cock and pushing it ever so slightly into her slit. I groaned. She was wet and hot. She must be having dreams like I’d had, although I doubted they were about me. Her hips continued to move ever so subtly, just enough to work my cock into an insane frenzy.
I began to wonder if she was doing it on purpose. There was no way to tell, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake her up in case she really was asleep. I shifted away from her until my body was poised right on the edge of the bed. There, I had done the right thing.
But then Michelle scooted back next to me, pushing her bottom into my cock until it was wedged between her cheeks and right up against her puckered hole. The thin g-string did nothing to cover her luscious ass, and the feeling of my cock against it was too much for me.
She shifted again, as if she were settling in. All it did was stroke my cock between her ass cheeks. The feeling was too much for me. The furious orgasm I’d been holding back since the night before finally came. Literally.
I unloaded a big burst of jizz right into the crack of her ass. I pulled back but I couldn’t move far or else I would fall on the floor. The rest of my cum ended up painting her ass. A feeling of panic swept over me. I couldn’t believe I had just come on her ass. How was I supposed to explain this?
I hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. I locked the door behind me and hoped she wouldn’t hear me. I had to clean her up, too, and while I could scrub my cum from her ass, I didn’t know how I could wipe away the jizz between her cheeks without waking her up.
I cleaned my dick off with a washcloth, and to my amazement, my erection did not go away. The feeling of my body against hers haunted me. It had been so fucking hot. I was still turned on by it. There was no way I could go back out there with my giant ramrod still standing at attention.
I turned the water off, and I heard a stifled giggle from the bedroom. It was Michelle. Why was she giggling? Had she known what happened? Had she done it on purpose?
That had to be the answer. Maybe she wasn’t the innocent little lamb I’d thought she was.
Then I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
***
“What is it?” I asked, not wanting to open the door. My cock absolutely refused to go down.
“Hey, can you help me with something real quick?”
“Um, can it wait a sec? I’m kind of busy in here.”
I swear I heard her giggle again.
“No, I need you right now.”
I opened the door just a crack and stuck my head out. “What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Oh, I just need you to help me clean up a bit of a mess.” She turned around and bent over, showing me my jizz splattered on her ass and running down between her thighs.
“Fuck, Michelle, I’m so sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”
She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “Well, I know who came over me. What do you say you clean it up?”
She was being surprisingly cool about this. I couldn’t help but like her more.
I grabbed a clean washcloth from the sink and wiped away the cum from her ass. Even in my embarrassment, I found myself taking my time. My hands kneaded at her flesh, grabbing handfuls of her round ass and feeling the glorious weight of it.
She looked right at my erect dick. “I see you’re up early.” My free hand flew to cover my bulging cock, but there was no hiding it. “Keep cleaning, mister.”
I slipped the washcloth between her legs. I wiped slowly. Delicately. Savoring the feel of her pussy. She trapped my hand with her thighs, keeping my fingers pressed firmly against her slit. I got the hint.
