A crash of thunder woke me from a dead sleep. I looked over at my best friend Cara who was still passed out on the bed beside me. She could sleep with a train coming through her room. I smiled. We had been best friends for almost our whole lives. Our moms were best friends and partners in a commercial real estate firm and so we were at each other's houses constantly having sleep overs even on school nights, which tonight happened to be.
My parents were out of town for their 20th Anniversary and I was planning on spending Spring Break with Cara and her family at their beach house. Another flash of lightning filled the room and the window shook when the thunder sounded a few seconds later.
I got up to get a drink of water and watched out the kitchen window as the rain danced on the pools surface. Thunderstorms are one of my most favorite things on earth and I contemplated going out on the back patio to just watch and listen.
"What are you doing up?" I heard the deep gruff voice behind me and I turned quickly around.
Cara's dad Mark stood in the kitchen doorway. Mark was about 6ft 2 and weighed about 230lbs the majority of which was muscle, with the exception of a slight beer gut from the many guys nights he spent watching football or what ever other sport was on.
I could see Mark wasn't wearing a shirt and my eyes locked on his large chest covered with dark hair. Just then another strike of lightning lit the room and I could see that he was absolutely naked and slightly aroused. My mouth dropped open to see just how large he was before the room was once again dark.
"Casey, what are you doing up?" He growled again.
Startled I tried to think, "The storm... I just needed a drink of water... It woke me up?"
I stumbled over my words trying to focus when all I kept seeing in my mind was his beautiful thick cock hanging in the middle of that short coarse dark hair. I began to wonder why the hair was so short and thought he probably trimmed it.
"Casey!" My eyes snapped up to his and my mind caught up to the fact that I was day dreaming while staring toward the area where his penis was hidden by shadows.
"Thunder, water, penis." I said and then again my mouth dropped open.
Mark chuckled lightly. "Casey, get back in bed."
"Yes Mr. Welston." I mumbled as my head dropped and I started toward him to go back down the hall towards Cara's room.
Mark didn't move out of the door way as I approached until I was staring down at his now fully hard rod. I wanted more than anything to reach out and touch him to take him into my hand, my mouth, my body. I looked up and he whispered, "Goodnight little girl."
I swallowed and he stepped back letting me free to walk by. I quickly walked to Cara's room and got into bed. My heart was beating so fast I looked down to my heaving chest and saw my nipples poking through my night shirt. The fabric moved slightly against them with every breath I took and I noticed how sensitive they were.
I ran my hands over my size 34D breasts and gently moaned as I squeezed the tips with my fingers. My pussy clenched and I moved one hand down beneath my panties.
With one finger I slowly moved it across my clit and down to my wet center. My little virgin hole was covered in warm cream and I began to pull it up to cover my little clit. Rocking my hips as I worked that cream over and over on to my throbbing button. With the other hand I pulled up my shirt and squeezed my tits, again pulling hard on my nipples.
Right then another spark of lightning hit and I remembered what Cara's dad looked like standing there naked in the kitchen. I imagined him laying me down on the table, moving between my legs and pounding his hard thick meat deep inside me. "Yes Mr. Welston! OH god please right there!" I whimpered while strumming myself harder.
Quickly the orgasm ripped through me. My breath stuck in my throat as I rode that orgasm out my hips straining towards the ceiling. I let my hips fall to the bed and my arms fell to my sides as I slowly opened my eyes.
The sound of the door creaking had my head turning and I saw Cara's dad pulling the door closed as he walked out.
The next morning Cara's mom Ruth woke us up to get ready for school. "Hurry up girls, I have to get to the office early and make sure everything is in order on a closing we have before we leave on our trip. I won't be here to keep reminding you and you don't want your dad in there getting you up."
With that I shot straight up and out of bed grabbing Cara and pulling her with me. "Hey!!" she groaned. "If you're in my car ready to leave in 15 min I will get your breakfast and coffee on the way to school." I replied.
Nothing motivated Cara like a free iced coffee and 14 min later she was honking at me from my own car. I walked out of the bathroom, snuck down the hall and out the front door all the time praying I wouldn't run into Cara's dad on the way out.
I was half way to my car when I remembered I left my backpack. I turned around and ran back inside to get it. I didn't slow down as I turned the corner going down the hall towards Cara's bedroom and ran right into a pair of thick strong arms.
My hands went to Mark's chest that was unfortunately covered with a white dress shirt and he pulled me into a tight embrace, one hand going around my back and the other around the back of my neck. Slowly the arm around my neck moved away until he was just cupping the back of my head with his hand.
Mark's fingers grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so that I suddenly was looking up into the deepest brown eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes. At my hip I could feel a bulge starting to press into me. Instinctively I pushed back and then licked my lips. "I have to get my backpack." I said.
The grip on my hair and waist got tighter before he released me and moved to the side so I could walk past. I ran to get my backpack and headed back down the hall. Mr. Welston was still standing in the same place as I passed him again he stopped me. "Casey!"
