I had just gotten back from the gym, and was reaching in the fridge for some juice, when I heard my daughter coming in the kitchen behind me. I stood up and handed her the bottle, knowing she'd want some, too. "Thanks Dad, but I already had some with breakfast." She was dressed for work and looked well put-together, as usual. "I've got to work until 7, but I may go out with Ryan afterward. What do you have going on today?"
"Well, I have some work to catch up on..."
"It's Saturday!" she interrupted.
"I know, but it's fairly important stuff for my newest client. Some design documentation for their applications." She huffed and gave me her sternest look.
Erin was always a bit of a mother hen personality, but ever since her mom had passed about a year and a half ago, it'd become magnified. She was constantly trying to take care of me, make sure I was doing alright, and a million other things. I'd usually just roll my eyes at these moments, though I appreciated how much she obviously cared. "I just don't want you overworking yourself," she clucked.
"I know honey, I do. But it's somewhat urgent, and I have to pay your tuition somehow." She frowned at me before kissing me on the cheek.
"I have to go, so I don't have time to argue with you. But promise me you'll have some fun today."
"I will," I responded, "I'm going to dinner with Keith later." She sighed slightly. "What?" I asked.
"I really wish you'd get out there and start dating again."
I paused a moment, and then said "Hon, you know I don't want to get into anything serious right now." She started toward the door.
"Ok, well then at least go out and get laid. Trust me, you're a catch, especially with the younger single girls. Especially." She put extra emphasis on the last word, and I was about to ask her what she meant by that, but she was already out the door and heading for her car and the mall.
I downed some breakfast and then went to my home office. The work I had on my agenda had seemed really daunting, but I ended up powering through it in just under three hours. As I was saving the documents and sending them off to my client, it occurred to me that I really needed a shower, since I was still a bit gross. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and glanced in the mirror as I stripped off my clothing. "Maybe Erin was right, I should go out and get laid," I caught myself thinking. I'm 46, but still look quite good, even 10 years younger. I work out regularly and my build is decently muscled and lean, without looking overly bulked. And it had been a long time. I started thinking about maybe getting online on some hookup site, finding some cute girl, and my cock started to swell just a little bit. I shook my head to clear it, and was about to climb into the shower when I heard my doorbell ring. Odd, I wasn't expecting anybody today. I quickly threw on some shorts and ran down the stairs.
When I opened the door, I saw Erin's friend Emily on the doorstep, backpack slung over her shoulder. "Oh, hi Martin," she said. All her friends were pretty familiar with me, I had it on decent authority I was one of the "cool" parents due to my relaxed nature and younger age.
"Hi Emily," I responded, "Erin's at work right now, sorry."
"I know, that's okay," she said, "I'm actually just here to return a pair of her shoes I borrowed and get my novel back. I need it for class next week."
"Ok, no problem. Go on into her room," and as I said this she stepped into the living room.
"Thanks. Hey, do you mind if I use your wi-fi for a minute while I'm here? I need to check email and do a few things real quick." Emily was walking in front of me, and I had to admire the view. I've never been much for younger girls, but she was a major cutie, and today, she was dressed to leave little to the imagination. She had on a short top that covered her small but very cute and perky breasts, and showed her nice, toned stomach. She was slim built and slim hipped, which wasn't usually my thing, but had a nice little bubble butt that her tight white jean shorts showed nicely. Slightly pale complexion, reddish blonde hair, and big blue eyes.
I caught myself and realized I was staring at her butt, and quickly piped up, "Go right ahead, make yourself at home. You know where everything is. I'm gonna go grab a shower real quick. I need one after the gym."
"Thank you," she responded. She paused and looked at me as if she had something on her mind.
"Yes?" I inquired, as she stood there eyeing me.
"Nothing. It's just...I have to say, whatever you're doing at the gym these days, keep it up. You look hot." She smiled a bit suggestively.
"Um, thanks..." I stammered as I went up the stairs to my bedroom.
"What the hell was that?" I wondered to myself. Was Emily coming on to me? No, you're probably just horny, and Erin is right, you do need to get laid, I thought as I restarted the water and climbed in. And the truth is, I was realizing how horny I really was lately. I'd been taking care of myself fairly frequently since I didn't want the complication of a relationship, and I as I looked down, I realized that I was actually getting hard in the shower thinking about that subtle and alluring little smile of hers. I soaped my member, and halfway thought about taking care of business in the shower, but decided not to since Emily was still downstairs. Perhaps I would use her as mental fuel later, thinking about bending over that 20-something little booty while I rubbed one out. I quickly finished my shower, got out, shaved, and put on some deodorant and cologne before stepping out of the master bath into my bedroom. I was completely nude and heading toward my dresser for fresh underwear, when I saw Emily reclining on my bed and jumped with a start, crying out "Oh my God!"
Emily just smiled as I quickly looked around for something to cover myself with. "Awww, don't do that, you've got nothing to be ashamed of, trust me," she said, as she raised herself up slowly onto her elbows.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, as I quickly reached back and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. As I turned back around to face her, she had already crossed nearly the entire distance between the bed and me.
"I'd think that's obvious, Martin," she purred. "I was hoping to catch a glimpse of you naked." She came up to me, put her soft hand on my stomach, and then her other on my neck. Her touch was glorious, and I stared into her big, gorgeous eyes, captivated. What the hell was happening? I knew I should stop this. "Of course, I was never good at the whole 'look but don't touch' thing," she added.
"Emily, we...we...I can't do...this," I stammered.
"Do what?" she cooed, as she quickly moved her hand around my midsection, undoing my towel and cupping my ass. I could smell her sweet and glorious perfume, the cool rush of the room's air, and as she pressed her body into me and my rapidly-hardening cock, I started to weaken. Damn, it had been too long. Still, I couldn't do this, I knew it. She was one of my daughter's friends!
"I can't do this. You're one of Erin's best friends. It's not right."
"What?" she said, batting her eyes, pressing her firm tits into my chest. "I'm grown. I'm 22 years old, which is hardly a baby." She brushed her lips softly against mine, and I could feel her breath as she spoke softly. "I can be quiet about my conquests, if it means I get to sleep with a sexy and experienced man. Besides..." she slid her hand from my neck to my arms and chest, squeezing my muscles, "I have to say, to me..." she slid her other hand in front, and grabbed my now raging-hard cock, "Everything here just feels right." She started to pump me slowly, and my knees slightly buckled at the feeling of her soft hand.
I was weakening, and I knew it. "But, I'm not prepared. I don't have any..."
"I'm on the pill," she interrupted. "And if you prefer, I'll only let you cum in my mouth. I love the taste of cum." At that, I was toast and she knew it, and leaned up to kiss me. It took me exactly 2 seconds to grab her, open my mouth to let her stick her tongue down my throat, and press her tightly against me.
We kissed hard, tongues swirling and dancing toward each other, for a couple of minutes, fondling each other as I removed her top and grasped her breast. It was firm, with the kind of elasticity that only youth can bring, and small, pink, erect nipples. I bent down to give it a quick lick, and she enjoyed it, but after a few minutes pushed away slightly and said, greedily eyeing my cock, "I want to taste that."