Dalia's summer break tells the story of Dalia, a 19 year old student spending the summer at home after her first year of college.
Dalia walked onto her street, in an ordinary suburban neighborhood and thought about how little had changed since she left for college last year. The town was still boring as fuck.
Dalia had curly shoulder length brown hair, freckles, and green eyes. She had an easy bounce in her step, the athleticism and grace of a gymnast. She had been a core member of the cheer leading squad in High School, and at only 5'1 and 110 lbs she was the perfect size for being tossed repeatedly in the air. She dropped cheer for college but had made sure to keep working out and tumbling, keeping her legs strong and flexible, her perfect round ass tight the way she liked it. Her surprisingly large D cup tits bounced as she picked up her pace, in a hurry to get home.
The guys at the party had been a big disappointment. They had always talked so much shit about how they would fuck her. The things they'd do to her body, how they'd pound her till she couldn't walk, about how nice her ass was, but as soon as she was alone with any one of them he would chicken out. Or get weird and grabby and uncoordinated until she basically had to push him away so she could just go home and take care of herself. She found herself wishing she could meet a man with real experience, someone who could take charge.
But if that didn't happen, Dalia always had the option to go home and take care of herself. Dalia was a full fledged porn addict, she could play with herself for hours every night. She got into some pretty hardcore shit too... rough anal... deep throat videos... gang bangs... If she couldn't get the real thing, it would just have to do. Dalia knew she'd have the place to herself for a few hours at least, her mom working late as a bartender and her Dad long gone.
Over the years Dalia managed to get herself a nice collection of toys to play with, a couple different sized dildos and her prize jewel, a red glittery butt plug.
The buttplug gave her some of the most powerful, incredible orgasms of her life. It didn't take her long to get into practicing with the dildo up her ass too.
In fact, that's exactly what was on Dalia's mind right then and there as she walked down the sidewalk to her house. Having the place all alone, and fucking herself in the ass with her biggest dildo until she fell asleep.
She was pleasantly buzzed from the party and didn't notice her neighbor at first, sitting out on his porch with a glass in his hand. Just as she was crossing his yard he raised it and gave it a swirl, clinking the ice cubes against the glass and giving her a start. She yelped in surprise and jumped, turning to face him.
He leaned forward, his face appearing in the light from the street lamp. "Didn't mean to scare you, hon."
Mr. Martin. He had moved in a few years ago. A big guy, old enough to be her father. He had thick, hairy, tattooed arms and huge hands. He had worked construction for many years, but now he had his own company and was doing more supervising work. Dalia had often seen him out mowing his lawn and wondered in an offhand way if his cock was as big as the rest of him.
"Oh! It's ok. I just didnt' see you there." Dalia stopped. Something about his eyes held her in her tracks. She felt her cheeks flush, and wasn't sure what she should say next.
He held his eye contact with her for a few more seconds and slowly began to grin. He leaned back in his chair and took another sip from his glass. "Not like you to be back so late."
"No, Sir." Dalia blushed. Why did she say that? She had never called him Sir before. "I was at a party."
"Must not have been much of a party, if they let you leave looking like that." His voice was like a growl, and he sounded drunk, slurring a few of his words. Dalia had dressed to get laid that night, it was true, in a flimsy little yellow party dress with mascara and glossy lipstick and a little black choker around her neck.
"Do you like my dress?" Dalia bit her lip. She was already wet. She could feel the breeze blowing under the tiny little pleated skirt of her dress. The air was cool on her thighs and her freshly waxed pink pussy under the skimpiest underwear she owned. It was like a red piece of cloth string that pressed up into her pussy and between her ass cheeks with a small white triangle of fabric in the front that had two cherries embroidered on it. She hadn't even bothered with a bra, and could feel her nipples getting hard under the thin fabric.
"Come closer, I can hardly see it."
Dalia walked up the stairs, her pussy burning between her legs. There she got her first real look at Mr. Martin. He had on an open work shirt exposing a broad barrel chest and a pair of jeans. He was sitting with his legs spread and Dalia's eyes lingered there for a long moment before she looked up and made eye contact with him, leering at her in the dark.
He didn't say a word, just lifted his hand with one thick meaty finger pointing at the ground and making a circular motion. Dalia turned her body gracefully, letting him see her from every angle. She could feel his eyes burning into her.
"Fuck." She heard him mutter behind her. When she completed her slow circle he was leaning back with his hand on his lap.
"And underneath?" He nodded his head down towards her skirt.
Dalia was breathing heavy now, exhilarated. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she reached down, like she had lost control of her movements, and lifted her dress to show him her panties. She held the skirt up for what felt like a long time, letting him really look. He stared at her pussy for a long time, like he was lost in thought. His hand on his lap slowly rubbing up and down.
Finally he blinked and looked around, hauling himself up on his feet. He towered over Dalia as she slowly let the skirt back down to cover herself. He must be 6'2, she thought, and somewhere around 200 lbs.
"In the house." He jerked his thumb towards his front door, and Dalia nodded her head yes, walking into his house with his heavy footsteps just behind her.
