My Dad’s Best Friend Phone Sex-Birthday Weekend Debauchery Part 1

My Dad’s Best Friend Phone Sex-Birthday Weekend Debauchery Part 1. I know it was wrong, I know it is. Or was. Shit! Confusing much, and I don’t know how to even explain it anymore. Fucking my dad’s best friend was wrong and definitely is wrong, but trust me when I say it was fueled by pure passion and lust. It was even incredibly romantic. There was nothing weird for us about it, but now looking back I see how terrible it would have been if my parents would have found out.

Let me take you back to when it all happened and I guess you can make your mind up for yourself.

HAVING THE MOST ROMANTIC SEX OF MY LIFE WITH MY DADS BESTFRIEND

It all started on my birthday weekend, when I visited my folks in Florida. My dad’s best friend was around our house just drinking and hanging out. I came downstairs to find them both in the kitchen, arguing about the best type of beer. Funny enough, I never met him before, he was a new-ish friend of my dads. Hearing him talk about him but never really had an interest in who he was.

Entering the kitchen I said hello and carried on walking my way to the fridge to grab some water. Here my dad introduced his friend to me and that’s when I properly looked up at him. He was a silver fox. Wearing a crisp white shirt, black chino trousers with salt and pepper hair and a gorgeous sprinkling of grey stubble around his jaw.

He was so fucking good-looking, despite his age. Looking around at everyone made me feel underdressed in my short summer dress. Shaking his hand and feeling how he looked deeply into my eyes, I thought I was imagining the look in his eyes but now looking back I most definitely wasn’t.

We made small talk for some time, but then I decided to make my way back upstairs and lay down on my bed. Feeling my childhood bed and thinking about how hot he was.

This type of eye fucking went on for some time. We would catch glances at one another over the dinner table and he would make excuses to come over more often. And you know I wasn’t complaining. I loved seeing him and the more I saw of him the more we talked and the more my pussy fluttered whenever I sat by him.

FINALLY ONE SUNNY AFTERNOON WE WERE ALONE

One afternoon he came around when my dad wasn’t home. Hearing the doorbell, I answered the door. He told me he was just picking up some work stuff that my dad had left. Making his way to my dads office, he came back with some paperwork but he lingered before he left.

We made small talk but I was too horny to let him leave the house. I also needed to know if he wanted to fuck me. Not knowing how I was going to make my move but I knew I wanted to.

For a moment, we stood looking at one another. And for a while before I took a step forward and stood up on my tippy toes and kissed him on the mouth. He pulled himself away and I thought, oh shit, I really messed up. Starting to profusely apologize is  when he grabbed my waist and began kissing me this time.

His soft lips kissed mine tenderly and they were filled with passion. Grabbing at my body as we kissed and I even let out a small moan. We stayed kissing for what felt like an eternity. Before I began pulling towards my bedroom. My pink room bathed in sunlight was the perfect setting.

Laying down on my bed and he moved slowly over to me. Both of us filled with a raging desire but we kept things slow and romantic. It was just perfect. He lay down on top of me, kissing my neck and lips. As he moved his rough hands up and down my body, I reacted to his will. He began slowly unbuttoning my summer dress. Underneath revealed my sheer bra, he unhooked it. Expertly with one hand too and revealed my stiff breasts. Grabbing at one with his hand, I let out a small moan. My panties were drenched.

Opening up my legs desperate for him to fuck me so hard! Instead he shut them with his hand and just kept on running his hand up and down my thighs. Teasing me, but not touching my pussy.

I was soaking wet and when he brushed over my pussy with his hand he could feel the wet spot in my panties.

And then we both heard the front door shut.

To be continued….

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