One sweet night with my friend’s Dad

An unforgettable night with Michael my best friends Dad

My friend Kelly's 23rd birthday party, I wore a shiny gold, deep plunging halter neck dress, and a pair of metallic gold strappy heels. My long, blonde hair was down in slight waves. My makeup was prominent with winged eyeliner, long lashes, and thick mascara to make my blue eyes pop. I was also twenty and single, in need of a guy.
The party was organised by Kelly's mother and stepfather and held at a fancy hotel function room in the city. Lots of her family and our friends attended, including Kelly's biological father, Michael. I hadn't seen him in years, and the only reason I knew he was as handsome in his late forties as he was in his thirties, was because his eyes followed my every move like a shadow.
So intimate and penetrating was his gaze, from the bar where he spent most of the evening talking to members of Kelly's family, I found myself becoming curiously aroused at his fascination with me. So, I decided to use the same bar rather than the other one.
Perhaps Michael just liked my hair and makeup or appreciated how the dress hugged my curvaceous figure as it shone under the lights, highlighting my smooth legs and large breasts. I mean, my tits were on display. That was the whole point of the dress. I stepped up to the bar with my heart racing and my head a little giddy.
"Hey, Michael, long time no see. How are you doing?" I flicked my long hair behind my shoulders in a deliberate and provocative move. He stole a brief glance at my cleavage and smirked before meeting my gaze full on.
"Hi, Christine. Yes, it has been a while, hasn't it? I am doing great. Thanks for asking. How about you? Can I get you a drink?"
"I am doing just fine. I will have a large glass of white wine, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Michael winked at me as he grabbed the attention of one of the bartenders. He was better looking than I remembered. Tall and stocky with piercing green eyes. His hair was a lighter brown than mine, styled back and slightly tousled on top. He filled out a navy- blue shirt and a pair of black trousers very nicely. He was hotting me up inside.
Once I had the drink in my hand, I raised the rim of the chilled glass to my warm lips, locking eyes with Michael in a way that spoke volumes. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that we fancied each other. I had to be mindful of inciting gossip about us flirting together. Michael wasn't innocent. He started the whole thing off.
I noticed he was drinking water and asked him about it. He said he was unfortunately driving that night. I also learned that he hadn't remarried or settled down with anyone after divorcing Kelly's mum. Hmm, a hot, mature bachelor just waiting to be snapped up by some lucky lady. I'd fuck him, I fantasised mischievously.
"So, now that you're all grown up," Michael smirked, glancing at my cleavage again. "What are you doing with yourself these days, Christine?" I felt a sudden warmth between my legs, wetting my thong in response to the way he'd smirked at me and said, 'all grown up.' It was obvious and hot.
"Well, I'm hairdressing at my mother's salon, but apart from that, not much really."
"Good profession. No boyfriend or girlfriend?"
I laughed at the suggestion of having a girlfriend but then wondered if he knew about the time his daughter and I shared an intimate kiss in her bedroom, while we felt each others' breasts over our blouses. Well, he was downstairs. It was a moment of exploration that told us we were straight.
"No girlfriends, Michael. I only do guys." I laughed at how the words came out. "I'm single, and no, I'm not a single mum either."
"That's surprising. Being single, I mean," he smiled, unashamedly skirting his eyes over my body, letting me know he wanted to fuck me. "You look fantastic. But then that one isn't surprising."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him playfully, blushing at his compliment as another gush of warmth soaked my thong.
"Well, it wouldn't be appropriate to comment on how I remember you, but let's just say you haven't disappointed." Michael took a swig of water, licking his lips afterwards. I watched him do it, visualising us kissing passionately. I wanted him badly.
"How you remembered me?" I was seriously interested now. I carelessly put my hand on his arm, completely forgetting my surroundings. "Come on, spill the beans." He looked at my hand then stared into my eyes, grinning confidently. I quickly snatched my hand away and glared into my drink with embarrassment. "Sorry, I think I've had one too many glasses of wine."
"Don't apologise." Michael leaned closer and lowered his voice, his musky aftershave making me heady for a moment. "All you need to know, Christine, is that you have grown into the beautiful young woman I always knew you would... and you look absolutely ravishing in that dress."
As he pulled back, standing straight to ask the bartender for a water refill, a heavy wave of arousal washed over me. I felt so weak on my legs, I placed a hand on the bar and took a big gulp of wine. I needed to return to my friend's, to Kelly, and put the fire out that was growing inside me. I didn't want to, but I had to leave him at the bar.
"Well, it was lovely seeing you again after all these years, Michael," I said, my voice hinting at my reluctance to leave. "Thank you for the drink, but I better get back to the girls." I let go of the bar to walk away.
"You're welcome, Christine. It was lovely to see you again too," he grinned. He knew he had me like a kitten chasing catnip. "If you want another drink, you know where to find me. Or anything else. Have fun out there."
"Ok," I giggled, forcing myself to walk away before the obvious attraction between us drew unwanted attention, which was bound to happen eventually. I was oozing desire.
None of my friends said anything when I returned, thankfully. My inappropriate interaction with Michael had gone unnoticed. But the fire was alive, and now I couldn't stop checking to see if he still had his eyes on me. He most certainly did, patiently fanning those flames.
My attraction to handsome, older men is not just about their good looks. It is the emotional stability they display. Even in situations like the one I had with Michael at the bar, older, emotional stable men, in my experience, do not feel the need to perform confidence. They are confident. That's sexy.
But Michael was always going to be Kelly's dad. Out of bounds. Off limits. Unforgivable trespassing. I didn't even fancy him in my younger days. He was just a cool, good-looking dad who let his daughter get away with most things. I wished he had been someone else, someone I could have continued flirting with, free from scandal.
I glanced around the party at the guys my own age, the guys I knew, and the ones I had already slept with. But I was not going back there. Michael was the only guy I wanted that night. Not a relationship. Not a fling. Just a dirty no strings attached one night stand. I believed he would be a great lover and I wanted to soak myself in his bed.
Stop it, Christine. I decided to stop drinking and start dancing. I hit the dance floor with my friends, trying to blot Michael out of my mind, but he was well and truly inside my head. I danced facing him from across the room, allowing us to cast discreet, knowing smiles at each other. Even when he talked to someone, he still gave me his attention.
By the time the party neared its climax, Kelly was wasted, barely able to walk when I exited the ladies' room to find Michael saying a lengthy goodbye to her. He then walked off in my direction. But he didn't stop to chat or say goodbye to me. He slowed down his footsteps as he passed and told me to meet him in the hotel side street.
My head and body turned to follow him, but my feet didn't step off. I was shocked and thrown off balance. Once I had processed what he had said, I looked around the room, considering my options. Kelly was in safe hands, and my friends were still dancing. Everyone else was either getting ready to leave or ordering their last drink at the bar.
So, with a deep breath and my heart pounding, I casually and quietly left the party, turning left outside the hotel and then left again into the side street, where I found Michael standing beside a silver, BMW sports car. I wasn't into guys with fast cars per se, but sometimes it did add sex appeal.
"Get in," Michael instructed, grinning at me as he opened the passenger door.
"What?" I laughed, still in shock. "Why? Where are you planning to take me?"
"Back to mine for a real drink. Get in, Christine. We both know you want to," he said confidently.
"Why do I get the feeling that I am going to regret whatever choice I make?" I laughed, pulling the golden hem of my dress down as I carefully climbed into his car.
"You'll be fine," he said, staring at my legs with admiration before closing the door.
"Should we really be doing this?" I asked, biting my lip when he got behind the wheel.
"What? It's just a drink. I can drive you home instead if you like. It's up to you." Michael knew damn well what I wanted. Him.
"I'll go back to yours with you for one drink," I giggled, knowing what was really going to happen in the privacy of his home.
"Of course," he chuckled. "Just one drink."
The drive to Michael's house was the most exciting and nerve racking twenty minutes of my life. He completely distracted me by asking about my hairdressing. I talked about my mother's grand plan to one day hand the business over to me. It was an enjoyable conversation, which calmed my heart rate.
But once we were inside his house, Michael took hold of my arms in the hallway and pushed us up against the wall, knocking a photo frame to the floor. The harsh sound of glass breaking made me gasp. He stared into my eyes with a desire in his that I had not seen in any man before. He didn't scare. He just poured more fuel on the fire inside me.
"Are you going to share those dark thoughts that you used to have about me?" I asked, breathing faster. I really wanted to know.
"They weren't that dark, but I'm still not telling you what I thought when I saw you in those short shorts and halter tops, walking around looking like you wanted a real man to take control of your body," he said. I sighed, aroused more than ever. "But I am going to show you the effect you've had on me all evening in this come fuck me dress."
"Come on then," I purred outwardly. "You got me all trapped here against this wall in your hallway. What are you waiting for?"
Michael responded by slamming his lips against mine and kissing me with a passion I hadn't felt in ages. He slipped a hand through my hair and cradled the back of my head, pulling and pressing our faces together. I savoured the taste of his tongue as he put his other hand on my breast, caressing my flesh over the shiny fabric.
I reacted by placing my hand against his crotch, making him groan into my mouth as I rubbed the palm of my hand along his bulge. It was a nice, thick bulge too. I unbuckled his belt, but then Michael parted from the kiss and released his grasp from the back of my head. I sighed as it fell back and hit the wall with a thump. It didn't hurt. I was ready to feel him, to absorb his desire.
"Let's take this up to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky. He took my hand and walked us towards the stairs. "Mind the glass. I'll clean it up later."
Cautiously stepping over the mess in my heels, I saw the broken picture frame on the floor. The photo was of Kelly as a child, kneeling on grass with her old pet pooch. I felt a razor-sharp tingle of guilt down my spine, but still allowed her father to lead us upstairs into his bedroom, where he took me in his arms again and erased the photo from my memory. For the night, at least.
Without words, just red-hot desire, Michael kissed me and untied the halter neck, peeling the dress down my body, exposing my large breasts. His hands scooped them up and pressed them together. I sighed at his firm grasp, at his experienced hands kneading my flesh like he had been waiting a lifetime to touch me. I frantically undid the button on his trousers and unzipped his fly.
"Oh, I love your tits, Christine," he growled, stooping to lick my nipples as I took out his thick cock and began to stroke him.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, giggling as he feasted on my assets. Also in my experience, older guys really do appreciate a younger pair of breasts. Michael was firm but gentle with them, not impatient and rough. After a while, he let go and stripped himself. I slipped my dress and heels off, about to remove my thong.
"No. That's my job," he chuckled, standing before me in just a pair of white hipsters.
I smiled and put a hand on his hairy chest, smoothing down over his flat stomach. Michael wasn't buff, he didn't need to be. He was a real man and that was all I cared about. I traced my hand lower to his crotch, giggling when I felt his erection through the cotton material. He sat me down on the end of his bed and stood directly in front of me.
"May I?" I smirked up at him, my fingers already inside the waistband of his pants.
"Most certainly," he grinned, cupping a feel of my breasts as if he were weighing them.
I couldn't wait to finally meet his cock in person. I peeled his hipsters down and watched with delight as it sprang free. I have found over the years that older guys have much veinier shafts and saggier foreskins than younger guys. It's nice. And they get just as hard. There is something about being a young woman with an older cock in my hand that I have always found exhilarating.
With my fingers still peeling Michael's underwear down his hairy thighs, I leaned forward and took the head between my lips, sucking it like a soft kiss. He groaned and pinched my hard nipples, causing me to whimper a little. I pulled his hipsters to his knees then curled a hand around his shaft.
"Oh fuck, Christine," he groaned as I retracted his foreskin and swirled my tongue around his weeping dome before taking him deeper.
I love giving head. I never understand girls who say they don't. I don't see it as submission unless I allow the guy to fuck my mouth. Sat down on Michael's bed, sucking on his hard cock, priming him to fuck my pussy raw, that is a position of power and responsibility. Listening to him groaning my name, knowing he was only thinking about me.
I looked up into his eyes, slowly and sensually moving my mouth and tongue along his cock, showing him how much I wanted to pleasure him. And in return, he looked down at me, showing his appreciation. I even cupped his balls and gave them a gentle caress, wondering how big and creamy his load was going to be.
"You look so beautiful with me inside your mouth, Christine," he breathed.
I pulled away and smiled, stroking his shaft, about to mix things up a little. I licked his sac, rolling each testicle around with my tongue before carefully sucking one into my mouth. He grunted and cursed, unable to take his eyes off me. I could have spent the night sucking Michael's beautiful cock and filling my tummy with his cum, but my pussy demanded attention, a thorough pounding.
To get him seriously ready, I gripped his shaft and enveloped my mouth around him. I pulled that silky foreskin right back and bobbed my head like a whore, taking him to the back of my throat each time I went forward. Michael twitched on his toes, grabbed my head, and spurted pre-cum onto my tongue as he groaned my name.
"Lie down on the bed," he urged. "It's time I tasted you, and I can't wait any longer."
"Come and get me," I teased, crawling backwards up his double bed to lie down.
"I already have you," he grinned, slowly and playfully coming after me.
I did shiver with guilt at lying practically naked before Kelly's dad, but I then quivered with excitement when he cupped my breasts and took turns on my nipples, sucking them gently into his mouth. While Michael enjoyed my hard teats, he moved a hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my thong, feeling how warm and wet I was at being with him on his bed.
Without words, he heaped sensual pleasure on my body and pulled the thong aside, his fingers touching my swollen lips, feeling the arousal he had invoked in me. My back arched off the mattress as I released a deep sigh. I was ready to get fucked but Michael was in no rush. He knew he had me until morning if he wanted me to stay the night.
He kissed a path from my breasts to my inner thighs, then pulled my thong down my legs, keeping things moving slowly as if he were savouring every second. I know I was. He took in the sight of my pussy, shaven and glistening, then ran his tongue along my satin-like folds. I couldn't help but arch my back again and release another deep sigh.
"Oh yes," I moaned, licking my lips as he stretched my opening and tasted inside.
Why can't every damn guy be this damn good at eating pussy, I thought. Michael slowly slid a finger inside my wet hole, inserting it deep before he began to gently plunge it in and out while he licked and sucked my clit. Oh fuck, he was good. He really was. I grabbed his bedcover and made fists with my hands, opening my legs wider.
"Please make me come," I whimpered.
"Words I have imagined hearing you say, but never thought I would," he confessed, sliding another finger into my slick opening.
"Oh, yes," I breathed, placing a hand on his head, gripping his hair in need. "Have you always wanted me?"
"When you became a young woman, yeah," he replied.
"That's so hot," I sighed. "And knowing that turns me on so much."
"I know. I can taste you." Michael plunged his fingers in deeper and sucked my clit harder.
"Oh, fuck that feels amazing. Do I taste good?" I felt my tummy and buttocks clench.
"Perfect," he said softly, rubbing his fingers along the roof of my canal as he tentatively licked my clit now.
I couldn't take much more. I yanked on his hair and bucked my hips, riding wave after wave. My orgasm consumed me. When he eventually popped his head up from between my legs, I saw my juices glistening around his mouth. He had a beaming smile on his face that made me want him more.
"Was that good?" he asked, knowing damn well I loved every second of it.
"Get up here and fuck me," I purred, needing him inside me. It was all I wanted.
"Sorry to ruin the moment, but would you prefer I use a condom?" Michael asked quietly and respectfully.
I cupped his face. "It's up to you. I'm on the pill," I told him, smiling into his beautiful eyes.
"I want to feel everything when I cum inside you." He climbed on top of me, kissing my lips. I tasted my scent and sucked his tongue, moaning, ready to experience him.
"I want to feel everything too," I whispered. "Now, fuck me. I have waited long enough."
Michael grinned as he positioned his cock, still prepared to tease. "Not as long as I have waited," he said, entering me slowly.
"Oh my God," I gasped. "Oh yes. Yes. Oh, Michael." His thick cock stretched my pussy and then some. I gripped hold of him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, lying on top of me, moving his hips between mine, his cock buried deep inside my tight pussy.
We made love to begin with, kissing and moving rhythmically on top of his bed covers. My inner muscles spasmed around his cock as the tip met my cervix. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, whimpering once more until he brought me to a climax. It was the sweetest orgasm I can ever remember having. The calm before the storm.
"Get on top," he sighed, kissing up and down my neck. "I need to see you in control."
We changed positions so I could straddle him, my pussy contracting with anticipation to have his cock return inside me. I hoped Michael had stamina, I sensed he did, because I was now in one of those moods. As I guided him in, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me down, forcing us to groan in unison. I’ll conclude the story if I get good reactions [email protected]