Vicky again...
So I'm needing to take this course to gain certification for a job. My girlfriend's father, Tom, whom I've known forever, lives in the Miami area where the course takes place. He is nice enough to let me stay at his place until I complete my training.
He's a very handsome man at forty-two years of age and in crazy good shape. Very polite, he gave me a very welcoming warm hug when I entered his home saying that I'm like a daughter to him.
My best friend, his daughter, knows I've always had a crush on her dad and said, try not to cocktease my father too much. LOL
His house is enormous at eight thousand square feet, with sauna, tennis court, practice green and a pool.
He's a fantastic cook. The first day he made us a gourmet meal that was delicious. We sat afterwards had wine and talked by the fire pit in his backyard reminiscing about our family's history together.
Like I was saying, I've always been attracted to him and being like a daughter was in direct conflict with my true feelings. I felt something needed to be done about this. Not that I wanted to have sex with him (of course I did) but I did want him at least thinking of me as a woman, desirable and not as a daughter figure. I wanted him to lust for me as I did for him. Not necessarily to have actual sex but for him to want or at least think about the possibility. Lets face it, sexual tension is natural and fun!
A few days in, on a beautiful warm day, I asked if he would mind me skinny dipping in his pool. "Not at all... I often do so myself!" he replied. The pool is heated to ninety degrees, so it's perfect.
I've been skinny dipping every day that weather permitted. He seems very content with my being nude. DUH!
How could he not be? His eyes I'm sure were on me behind those sunglasses, which is always a turn on. As you know, I love to be watched. There was however, no outward sign of his wanting me in any way and with sunglasses off, he doesn't look at me any different than if I were clothed.
He was a perfect gentleman, sadly. So I needed to push the point. I wanted him to make a pass, get a hard on, anything to acknowledge an attraction. I'm a woman who's looks garner her a lot of attention and I'm use to that. And I was showing him, ALL of that! Of course we always want what we can't have don't we? And I want his manly attention!
First thing the following morning I walked into his kitchen topless with nothing more than a semi-sheer bikini panty on. He said a good morning and asked what I took in my coffee. He made no mention as to my being half nude. None!!
Weird.
We stood there talking for the better part of a half hour with him not acting like anything out of the ordinary was happening. He would glance at my bosom but with no sign of anything special.
What a challenge! This was oddly very much a turn on for me with perhaps my erect nipples giving away my excitement. If they had given it away, he didn't react.
My mind was now in I must have him mode.
We had a couple of days where the weather didn't cooperate so no pool or sunbathing. When it finally did, I came out of the pool naked and walked directly into his bar area and helped myself to a tequila and poured him a bourbon. I gave him his drink and was about to walk back out to the pool to do some suntanning. I asked him as I handed him the drink, if he would mind putting some sun screen on my back. "No, not at all" was his response.
Now I've got him!
I think.
I laid there in anticipation of his strong hands massaging my back and most certainly more. When his hands made contact, I broke out in goosebumps all over. Surely he must have noticed that. My pussy was already anticipating his hands invading its space. He gently applied the lotion from my shoulders to the top of my ass cheeks. Here we go I thought. Just when I felt that now's the time to spread my legs ever so slightly, exposing my paradise alley, he stopped. "There you go Vicky! Enjoy your day. I have some errands to do" as he got up and left.
What the fuck! Errands to do? I thought it was pretty obvious I was giving him, if not an errand, a pussy to do. I was more than shocked. Of course there was nothing I could say that wouldn't look, well, desperate on my part if I haven't already. I was now in a lather of want! What is a girl to do?
When he came back home he said he was going to make us a special dinner. It was of course fantastic in every way with us finishing with a dessert and wine. He made mention of retreating to his off the bedroom jacuzzi being that his body was feeling tight from tennis the day before. I asked if I could be so bold as to join him with his response being, "Absolutely.. no need to ask, you are always welcome."
I went back to my room to freshen up, coming out in a robe nude underneath. I walked through his bedroom and proceeded outside to the jacuzzi dropping my robe before going in. I was hoping to give a grand opening, an entrance but he wasn't there so I entered alone into the tub. I could hear a toilet flush so he was around.. and then he came out of the bathroom completely nude. My God he looked wonderful. The chiseled body I knew about but his manhood was perfectly proportionate. Not too big, not too small. He entered the tub two glasses and bottle of wine in hand and we talked, drank and soaked in the starry night. No moves on his part, no sexual innuendo. Just talked.
How fucking frustrating is that?
VERY!
