The first time Emily met Sarah's father her only thought was how bad she wanted to get on her knees and worship him as a man should be worshiped. Emily had always had a thing for older men and until she turned 21 the only thing she had were fantasies of some silver fox that she would let use and ruin her. That was until she met Mr. Davis. Tall, handsome and the perfect amount of gray in his beard to make her knees weak thinking about how it would feel to scratch against her thighs as her legs wrapped around his head.
Sarah had kindly invited Emily over to swim in the pool at her fathers house. Thinking it would be just the two girls she thought nothing of wearing her tiniest bikini to get the best tan. So when she knocked on the door and was met with Mr.Davis' stare Emily could barely restrain herself from fidgeting in her see through cover up while she asked about Sarah.
"You must be Emily. Sarah called and said she's stuck at work for a while. Why don't you come on inside and you can wait for her by the pool if you like?" He opened the door just enough to let her slide past him, still looking up at him as she thanked him for allowing her to come in.
It felt weird sitting there on the lounger with barely anything to cover her body as her position was so that she faced the house to get the most sun. Her skin felt hot and her breasts felt heavy as she stripped the little cover off, wondering if Mr.Davis was watching her. If he looked out the window as she adjusted the straps of her bathing suit as an excuse to skim her hands along her body. What she really wanted was to spread her legs, pull her bottoms to the side and finger her wet pussy, moaning and look into the window to see Mr. Davis staring down at her as she begged him to fuck her tight young pussy.
Instead she kept the fantasy to just that, but let her thoughts wander, going to the school girl uniform she had deep in her closet and the metal ruler she would use on herself while wearing it. So deep in thought was she that Emily failed to hear the object of her desires walk outside and right to her chair where she was pressing her thighs together to feel some pleasure for her needy little pussy.
"I saw you didn't have any sunscreen, you might want to put some on." His deep voice startled her out of her daydreaming. Looking up and seeing him without a shirt, towering over her in his swim trunks, it was a struggle to maintain eye contact when all she wanted to do was let her eyes roam over his body and settle at his waist which was level with her eyes. It would be so easy to reach out and feel the muscles on his stomach and let her fingers glide down until touching the fabric that she desperately wanted to grip and pull down revealing what she ached for.
Emily hastily accepted the bottle, her cheeks reddening in desire and shame for her dirty mind. Quickly rubbing some on her hands, she started working the lotion into her skin, trying to calm her thoughts and distract herself. Mr. Davis sat down in the chair next to her after she assured him he could join her. Even if he was just taking advantage of the nice weather it made Emily strive not to think about climbing into his lap, straddling him and seeing just how hard she could make his cock by grinding her pussy on him.
Her legs and arms now coated completely she turned to her stomach, going so far as to slip slightly under her top and graze the bottom of her breasts. Telling herself it was to prevent sunburns, she lathered her shoulders,neck, and most importantly her chest. What Emily would admit was the act of having her hands stroke her breasts around the two tiny pieces of fabric covering her nipples while Mr. Davis was barely a foot away, turned her on even more than her fantasies. She hadn't looked at him since applying the lotion and was longing to know if he was watching as she rubbed her body.
"Turn over" Her hands stopped completely when she heard the command. Emily looked up and saw his dark eyes and hard face, the intensity of his stare had her in a trance. She couldn't think of a reason to deny him, and so, turned her body over until she was laying face down with her head on her arms and her breasts squished against the chair. Her breath hitched as she felt him pull both bikini straps slowly, untying them. Teasing her until she felt nothing holding her top to her body.
Emily waited as she heard Mr. Davis set himself over her, his legs on either side of the chair and then felt as he settled himself between her legs tight against her ass. She whimpered as she felt his hard cock dig into her and if it weren't for his thighs holding her down she would have been digging her ass into that dick and making her eyes roll. Instead what she got was Mr. Davis' hand grip her hair tight as he whispered for her to be still. Only after she nodded did he brush her long hair over her shoulder, reach over and grab the forgotten bottle of sunscreen. Emily felt him drip the cold lotion up the curve of her back surprising her with the chill splashing her skin. Mr. Davis started rubbing it in, working his thumbs into her body, from the crest of her ass and up her back. It felt delicious to have his hands on her, feel his weight pressing her down and when he worked his way to the middle of her back he started thrusting his hips into her.
Emily cried out as the higher his hands moved up, the harder he would dig himself against her crotch. Her pussy was being teased as he dry humped her, moving in a way that was imitating how he might fuck her. Hard and deep.
