After several hours, the party started to fizzle out. It'd been a small gathering of some of Dad's co-workers and their families, the kind of friendly gesture Dad was known for. He'd barbequed outside, mostly burgers and hot dogs, while Mom whipped up sides like baked beans and potato salad. They stayed in the back yard and fed everyone.
I'd spent most of the evening in my parents' basement, watching the guests mingle. Dad had assigned me the job of Booze Sheriff. I hovered around the bar area and kept the minors from getting at the alcohol. A few teens had tried to sneak shots of schnaps or steal a beer, but most had behaved. I took pity on one cute guy, some intern from Dad's office. He'd flashed his ID. Twenty-first birthday next month. I slipped him a beer... and maybe a little tongue as he gave me a thank you kiss.
Being the Booze Sheriff, I didn't card myself. I downed several G&Ts while on duty. My head felt fuzzy, my mouth filled with the tart flavor of juniper. I licked my lips, feeling more than a bit horny. Alcohol does that to me.
As several of the guests gathered their belongings and prepared to leave, I saw my dad's boss rise from the sofa, extracting himself from the clutches of two twenty-something women in tight blouses and short skirts, one a blond, the other an attractive brunette with a major case of resting bitch face. Mr. Davidson had transferred to Dad's office from the other side of the country. According to Dad, Mr. Davidson was a fair boss, expecting a good job and giving credit to the people who actually did the work. "Not like the other guy," Dad had said. "The company finally fired him and brought in Larry Davidson. Best decision they ever made."
The brunette reached for Mr. Davidson's hand but he slipped from her grasp. He smiled at her, said something I couldn't hear, then offered her a quick, two-finger salute. The blonde, her face flushed from alcohol, gave the brunette a sultry smile, slid over, and whispered in her ear. The brunette nodded, then kissed the other woman. Soon they were locked in an embrace, hands roaming one another's body.
The sight got my juices flowing. The bar stood near the stairs. Mr. Davidson approached.
I smiled. "Hey, Mr. D. Leaving so soon?"
I expected him to keep walking--a man of his age and station wouldn't have an interest in the nineteen-year-old daughter of an employee--but when he stopped and returned my smile, a flutter ran through me.
"Heather, right?" he said. "Steve and Christine's daughter?"
I nodded. "Can I get you a drink? I'm the Booze Sheriff tonight. I'd ask for your ID but I think you might be old enough."
Mr. Davidson hesitated, then frowned. He rested his elbows on the bar's scratched, wood surface and stared at me.
My mouth went dry. What did I say? Did I insult him?
"I--um..." Shit.
Fuck
. What a time for my words to fail me. "Look, I--"
His gaze drifted from my eyes to my chest. I'd chosen a tight white cami with spaghetti straps, no bra, tits on display beneath the thin silk. I'd thrown on a black leather jacket to give at least the illusion of modesty, but there was no hiding my 34DDs. I'm proud of my girls and I'm not shy at using them to get attention.
His stare lingered on my breasts. My nipples hardened. A warm flush ran through my pussy.
Had I snagged his attention?
He's my dad's boss--was that even a good idea?
Moments passed. He finally lifted his eyes to meet mine.
"Do you have tequila?" he asked.
"Um--sure. Yeah, hold on." I turned to the bottles lining the shelf and took a breath. Something about Larry Davidson had ignited a fire in me. I hadn't been laid in a month, since my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had announced he was moving with his parents to Colorado and wanted to "give me a final thrill." Some thrill. The small-dicked wonder had come within minutes, got dressed, and left me to finish myself with my vibrator. I never understood why I'd stayed with him. The sex wasn't that great, but at least he'd been there. Mediocre sex was better than no sex.
I found the PatrΓ³n, poured some into a tumbler, and set the drink on the bar.
"Here you go. First one's one the house." I gave him my best flirty smile. "The second might cost you something."
He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Not going to join me?"
"Tequila's not my thing." I splashed some gin into a glass and raised it. "To a good evening."
Mr. Davidson tapped his glass against mine. "And an even better night."
We downed our drinks.
The gin burned my throat. My nipples had become small, hard bullets. The cami did nothing to hide my arousal.
And an even better night.
Alcohol warred with logic. This man was my dad's boss. He had the power to fire my father and ruin our lives. But he was also hot. Tall, rugged, a square jaw that could melt a girl's heart. Somewhere in his mid-forties? A real man. An
experienced
man. Not some small-dicked wonder.
I leaned forward and arms crossed below my chest, thrusting my boobs up and out, pulling the silk tightly against them.
"Looking for something more than a nightcap, Mr. Davidson?"
"Perhaps." He set the tumbler on the bar top. "Steve tells me you're a sophomore at college."
I poured more tequila into his, refilled mine with gin.
Licking the rim of my glass, I said, "Making sure I'm over eighteen?"
His voice hardened. "Can't someone simply be interested in who you are?"
I lowered my drink. "Sorry. I didn't mean to insult you."
Mr. Davidson lifted the tumbler to his lips, hesitated, then tilted the liquid into his mouth. When he set the glass down, he rested his hand on mine. His touch made my skin tingle. The sensation spread from my hand, to my chest, and down to my pussy. My panties grew damp.
Holy shit, was this man hot.
"No insult taken," he said, then grinned. "I was messing with you. Steve talks about you all the time. I know how old you are." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "I knew you were beautiful. What I didn't know was how stunning were in person." Then his hand left mine, only to reach out and cup one of my breasts. His thumbnail lightly raked across my nipple. "How very gorgeous."
His touch sending little bolts of electricity through me.
I closed my eyes. "Fuck. Keep that up and I'll jump you right here."
His fingers pinched my nipple. I gasped as a mini-orgasm swept through me.
The
fuck
? I'd never experienced an orgasm from nipple play.
"Enjoyed that, did you?" Mr. Davidson said. "How about this?" He tweaked my nipple again and my legs nearly buckled as another, larger orgasm hit me. Pussy juices flooded my panties and dripped down my leg. My heart raced.
I gripped the bar to keep from collapsing. "What're you doing to me?"
He kept flicking my nipple; seismic waves of pleasure rolled through me.
"Imagine how you would feel," he said, "if I had access to your entire body?"
"M-my parents," I said, gasping. "W-what about my p-parents?"
"I may ask them to join us one day. For tonight, I think I want you all to myself."