Anna rested cozily on the hotel room sofa, having taken her time to adjust the couch cushions to more comfortably suit her large behind - tugged neatly inside her red, Nike sweatpants, which complimented well to her over-all curvy waistline. The girl didn't lack in other parts of her body either, having breasts nearing F-cups, long, golden blond hair and plump lips whose kiss could feel angelic with pleasure. Even with all her assets, the girl was still modest in nature, choosing a trip with her boyfriend's family to a beach resort rather than going partying.
Though, as much fun as it had been, Anna was now left alone in the hotel room, bored and saddened, surfing through TV channels with a flick of the remote. She was supposed to go out with John while his mother and father were off in the city, but he had locked himself in his room, listening to music and watching TV, having argued that going to the bar tonight could be too dangerous.
Anna pouted, and looked feebly at the corridor, wondering if he would come out. John was a good man, if not slightly lacking in the bedroom, but Anna could live with that. After all, he was her first boyfriend, and she had no clue of the pleasure other men were capable of providing her. Nevertheless, she stayed with him, even with some of his nagging faults she felt connected to him and his family.
Her feeling of loneliness was shrunk when the outside door propped open, and John's dad, Mike, stepped inside. He, to Anna's enjoyed surprise, was wearing nothing but shorts and a towel on his shoulder, soaking in sweat. As the girl stepped closer to greet him, she couldn't allure her eyes away from his muscular, hairy chest - that of a real man.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson, I thought you had gone to the city with John's mom." Anna said, still surprised to see him, yet welcoming the sight.
"She went shopping, and I went out for a run." He answered swiftly, taking only a glance at how nicely the sports bra propped up Anna's large breasts, before going to the kitchen and grabbing a water, chugging it. "Where's John?"
Anna sighed again and sat down on next to the kitchen table, pouting. " He's in his room, ignoring me. "
"Well, why don't the two of you go out? You told me before that you wanted to." Mike asked, stretching his arms a bit, before going over to the rack and grabbing a shirt.
Anna caught herself staring again, this time admiring his toned, ripped back. He was forty-five years old yet in better shape than any boy she knew. And the trailing sweat, coupled with his bodily aroma, which had filled the room, invade her mind, though she quickly shook those thoughts out, and turned to look at the less interesting cutlery.
"It's just that ... he is scared to go ... and in a way, I am too." She turned her gaze to his eyes - firm, yet understanding. " I don't want to say anything bad about your son, and he is a great boyfriend ... but ... "
"But what?" Mike asked sternly without anger in his voice. Anna could almost feel herself ... liking his stronger tone of voice, feeling obliged to answer, though that had become more difficult, as Mike sat opposite her on the table, and his intoxicating aroma was back in her nose.
"I just want him to be more protective and reassuring sometimes, you know?" Anna said, soon losing track of her words as she started at Mike's brown beard. " Like, when we go to the beach and such. I sometimes get some cat-calls and even a slap on my butt, but John doesn't do anything about; he just lets it slide and says I am over-reacting."
Mike was listening to all of this attentively, without a muscle moving on his face, though his mind had already been made up.
He stood up and made his way to Anna, standing in front of her, his height towering over her small, yet luscious body. Anna gulped and looked up at him, his heat radiating just inches away from her. God, she wanted to touch that hot, tanned chest.
"That does sound pathetic. If I was your boyfriend I would never let anyone touch you." He said with concern, and a small grin appearing near his cheek, before he turned away to the couch, grabbing something from his bag.
"T-Thank you." Anna answered shyly, not expecting those words from him. Her cheeks had started to turn red, just at the lewd thought of being his lover. "I-I guess I just want a more ... dominant man. Someone to take control and protect me." Anna said, not thinking much of her suggestive words.
"Yeah, women like that." Mike answered, turning and giving her a smile which forced a reply.
"I-I guess so." Anna said, gulping again and standing up from the chair, having a slight feeling of light-headedness. She wanted to go back to her room and see if John was awake, but her legs didn't let her move. Her body ached, begged to be closer to Mike, and Anna struggled to resist.
"Alright, well ..." Mike turned around, having found his wallet and changed out of his shorts to lose denim jeans while Anna was fighting with her desires. He stepped closer to her again, his chest now almost pressing against hers and looked down at her, with a creeping smile on his face. "I am going to go down to the bar, and you are coming with me."
The sudden command shocked Anna, sending a shiver down her whole body, without her being able to tell if it was from fear or burning lust.
"I ... um ..." She couldn't find her words, and locked down to her feet, hiding her crimson red cheeks.
