My Best Friends Dilf Pt 02

Part Two

Writing Time: 05.11.2024 -- 25.11.2024

Word Count: 4,452

Themes:

age gap, older man, younger woman, daddy, car sex, hiding, secret, condom use, fingering, female orgasm, male orgasm,

Blurb:

Not hearing from Bel caused Zack to get rather anxious. She didn't come over. And when they had a movie night she barely even looked at him.

But the next day, when she was unexpectedly just sitting in his couch. She gave him the answer he was desperate for.

Did he fuck up?

She hasn't been around since. Tracey's been out more this week and there's no way to tell if it's been with Belinda or Mona.

Every night this week coming home had been a punch to the gut not seeing Bel's car out on the street. How is he supposed to get an answer from her if she's not here?

...Not being here is an answer.

Zack stayed in the car, watching the roller door go down in the rear view mirror. With the working week finished, he had nothing else to distract from his guilt of upsetting her.

"It was a nice half hour." He sighed.

The garage door burst open with Tracey already around his door side. "Dad, did you get my message?!"

Zack opened the car door to hear him clearer. "What?"

"I sent you a message and tried to call!" Tracey seemed in a rush. Zack looked at his phone. Yeah, missed call and a message. "I was asking if you could pick up some snacks and drinks on your way home from work."

"I absolutely would not have done that." Zack said to himself.

"I was doing uni homework and got carried away. Mona and Bel are coming over for a movie night and asked if I could grab snacks."

"Bel's coming over?" The good news perked Zack right up. "What did you need?"

He couldn't linger in on the movie with them. He would never do that normally. But how was he supposed to get Bel alone?

His heart had been racing since Tracey said she was coming. He definitely went a little overboard with the snacks getting the more expensive kind that they don't get everyday. When he returned, they all gave their thanks and appreciation for it. Tracey put all the snacks in bowls and delivered them to the lounge room so they were ready for movie time. Mona was dishing up for everyone a plate of something she got take-away. Bel was helping and focusing on that.

"Just look at me, please."

"What was that video you said would be good while we watch dinner, Bel?" Tracey asked while snatching a plate.

"Oh, yeah. Let me get it on the T.V." She dipped away with a plate of food.

"Here's yours." Mona passed a full plate for Zack with a smile.

His eyes followed Bel's retreat. That's all the interaction he'll get from her tonight it seems. "Thanks." He told Mona before letting it get too rude.

He sat himself at the table. Listening to them laugh at the dinner entertainment and then loudly pick which movie. That table had never felt more isolating.

"I thought you had plans with Mona today." Bel questioned before putting a large chip in her mouth and crunching.

Tracey scrunched up his face. "She got angry with me this morning. Can you help? Sorry, I wanted to just call you over so I could stop thinking about it and we could hang. Sometimes she has a little tiff every now and then and she just needs some time to calm down. But can I get your input?"

She ate another chip. "What happened?"

"Okay, well... we're having sex."

"Of course."

"It wasn't during it, well, it stopped it."

"Too fast, were ya? Crunch."

"No! We've not been together long, so we're using condoms."

"Awe, good boy."

"Yes. Anyway, this morning she goes to grab one and then she's all angry at me 'cause there was a single one."

Belinda freezes mid insertion of another chip.

"And she says she grabbed the last single one last time, so why is there another? Why are you laughing?"

As it turned out, her poker face was not winning her anything tonight. "I'm sorry." She laughed out. "So what, she's angry at you 'cause there was a loose condom in your room? Gross dude, clean up after yourself."

"No, she's angry because they come stuck together in threes and she reckons she used a single one last time; and finding another single one she says means I used two others without her."

"Did you?"

"No!"

"Well, I dunno, mate. Crunch. These things don't just walk away on their own. Maybe they fell out?"

"I've fricken looked in the drawer, they're not there!"

"Well, I don't know. Sorry, I think this is a 'You' problem."

"Ugh, thanks for nothin' then." His phone started ringing on the low table in front of them. He let his head fall back and groaned. "And now it is a problem. She's calling." He swiped it from the table and walked towards his room. "I'll be a while."

"Take all the time you need." Bel cackled as she continued eating the chips.

Outside, Zack wiped the sweat off his brow and called it there. That's all the weeds out the back here poisoned. Time for lunch.

He packed it all away and locked the shed. As always, he forgot the water bottle he left for himself and drank half of it in one go. It's just too easy getting into the zone when dealing with the garden.

His shirt was soaked in sweat. He might need a wash before lunch. He wasn't that hungry.

More focused on his feet, he opened the door and wiped them before coming inside. An unexpected playful voice grabbed his attention.

"Hey, Daaaaad."

His head shot up. "Bel..." He was caught off guard and froze in the doorway. "I wasn't expecting you."

Bel shrugged flirtatiously. "I wasn't planning on being here." She kept her gaze fixed on him while eating a chip. "Trace just told me something fun." She nodded her head to his closed door.

Zack wiped a drip of sweat trailing across his jawline. "Did he?"

"Yeah." She leaned towards him, looking to him with welcoming doe-eyes. Her arms squished her breasts together, providing him a nice view of cleavage from her low tank-top.

Zack gulped.

"Turns out Mona noticed the missing condoms." Her voice dropped low and that devilish smirk drew across her face once more. "So someone's in trouble."

Relief overwhelmed him seeing her chuckle to him.

"So are we... okay? You didn't come over all this week."

Bel scooched closer to him, eyeing the door before speaking in rushed whispers. "We had a big assignment due midnight last night. I had no time to be over. I don't have your number. When Trace invited me over to relax after submitting, I wanted to try and talk to you but I couldn't figure out how with the both of them there."

"You want a drink?" He asked after stepping inside.

"Sure, I'll have something cold."

Instead of waiting on the other side of the bench, Bel followed him into the kitchen. If Tracey came out, her devious plan was to pretend to get the drink herself while Zack was also doing his own thing.

"How have you been this week?" She asked while he grabbed some glasses.

"Um, worried to be honest. I thought I really ruined things with you."

There she went again with conflicted feelings. She didn't like hearing that she made him worry, but the fact that he was worried over her, about them, there was comfort in knowing that.

"I'm sorry, this week just made it hard to talk to you. And, it did take me a couple days to think it over."

"And, what decision did you come to?" Zack slid a glass of water from the fridge towards her without making eye contact.

Bel's nails tapped the rim of the glass. Each chime a little prick in his ear as he waited for her answer. But she had to do it to drown out her own heart beat of what she was about to say.

"You're really attractive, Zack. And I feel guilty for doing what we did behind Tracey's back but, I liked it." He sighed with relief. "Look, how it started is really bad but, I wanna keep doing this for a little bit. You doing anything tonight?"

When he gazed upon her pleading eyes, Zack felt the tension in his body release. "No plans."

She took a step closer, but not too close to arouse suspicion. "I was thinking tonight would be a good night for a drive in the hills. There's a nice spot to park along the way."

"Somewhere with a nice view?" His eyes dropped not at all subtly back to her cleavage.

Her cheeks blushed with her smile. "How 'bout I pick you up from the interchange. 'Round eight?"

"Seems like a good idea to avoid prying eyes. Should we exchange num-"

The door opened to an exhausted Tracey. Belinda swiped her drink and retreated back to the couch. "Thanks, Dad!"

He made sure to really freshen up. Was careful when he shaved to avoid any nicks. A little cologne, and clothing not too flash.

"Grabbing some drinks with a mate." He called to Tracey and Mona as he entered the garage.

He made a quick pit stop along the way. He can't have Tracey getting yelled at every time he hooks up with Bel.

A couple rounds in the car park, he didn't find Bel's car. He found an empty spot and waited.

Not for very long.

A car pulled up beside him with a honk to signal their presence. She waved at him. Zack couldn't help but smile as he left his vehicle for hers.

"Fancy seeing you here." Bel welcomed him.

"Number." He replied handing his phone to her. Already with the "New Contact" screen open.

Her thumbs typed away. He took a good look at her while he waited. It looked like the same top from earlier, but she wore a skirt now.

"Easy access?" He pondered.

Her phone on it's dash board holder dinged with a message. "And now I've got yours." Bel said passing his phone back.

He looked at the message she sent herself: Daddy.

A mild throb in his groin swelled in it's approval. "New name for me?"

Bel turned away, trying to hide her smile. "An upgrade."

"I like it." He said returning the phone to his pocket. "So," He buckled himself in. His right hand placed on the back of the driver's seat. "Where to then?"

Excitement permeated through Belinda's body at his hand placement. Tingles went up her neck, down her chest and she felt her nipples stiffen themselves. He'd never been in her car before. This felt increasingly more intimate than in the house.

"Before anything starts," She began. "please don't touch me while I'm driving. I really need to focus on these turns, especially at night."

He made slight nods. "I admit, I was already thinking about how accessible that little piece is. But I'd probably get in the way of the gear stick if I left my hand in your lap."

A hot tingle buzzed between her legs. "Yeah, but also..." Her hands clenched around the wheel. "I like driving. I don't go over the speed limit of course, but I reckon I push the car and the turns pretty well. I wanted to, show you how I drive."

She wanted to show him? He was glad it was getting dark now because he would have been even more embarrassed if she saw him blushing over that. Of course he heard about when she and Tracey went for a drive. He felt fortunate she wanted to share it with him too.

"Well, I look forward to seeing." Zack pulled his seat belt forward and leaned in for a kiss.

He smelled fresh. A pleasant cologne that melted Bel to her core. Smooth lips, he had shaved. Gentle. He made her wish they were already parked somewhere private.

"...Let's get going then."

Zack could tell Bel did this a lot. She kept ducking through different back roads saying, "The other way isn't as fun." There was most certainly many turns.

She was stable the whole way through. Slowing down going into the corners, then accelerating and blasting out of them. Smooth transition changing gears showed off her efficiency with the stick.

"Spot's coming up." She informed him. Seemed the first joy ride was coming to an end.

Her arms grew tense with nerves and she clenched her fingers around the wheel. Once they started the drive she could relax, having to focus on the road. The anticipation of what was going to happen once they were parked had her giddy.

Yes, of course she wore a skirt for easy access. She contemplated no underwear at all with the logic that she was only going to be in the car sitting in the driver's seat or in his lap. But the idea of her leaving home and somehow it being noticed scared her out of it.

The thought of Zack's hand under her skirt made her squirm. One of the last traffic lights before they got to the hills had them waiting for a while. The fantasy danced in her head of him sneaking his fingers under her skirt. Trailing down into her inner thigh and retracting when the light signalled green.

Bel indicated to turn off onto a dirt track. It veered away from the road, but headlights could still be seen whirring past the trees and bushes that created a barrier between them. Looking ahead, Zack noticed the dirt directed back to the road.

The car was brought to a smooth stop. Bel simultaneously rolled the driver and passenger power windows down. Hand brake on, engine off, radio playing gently in the background. She unbuckled herself. Zack acted on his desire.

Before she realised, his hand was not only under her skirt, but between her legs and shifting her underwear out the way. She gasped and reflexively opened her legs further. His finger dipped inside. Rubbing between her slick pussy lips.

"Nice and wet for Daddy, I see."

She could only whimper in agreement. She didn't realise how wet she had gotten thinking about him on the drive.

His seat belt clicked and he launched himself back to her lips. No more gentleness. He kissed her with pent up desire. Not letting her get a breath in. Beckoning for the taste of her tongue while his fingers squeezed their way inside. Her shaking breath shuddered on his lips.

Bel wanted to feel him. His thick cock. The cock that had her buzzing and touching herself before bed almost all this week.

Her hand patted around him. Feeling him for the prize she was after. She found it. Tight and restricted underneath his jeans. He paused from kissing her only to moan to her touch. Perfect pressure squeezing his tip.

Bel's nails scratched down along his zipper. Zack got the message and unzipped himself. She moved herself under his layers until her fingers circled around him again with no barrier. Her fingertips played with the pre-cum leaking from him, sliding up and down with ease.

He tipped his head back, thrusting two fingers in her wet pussy. Sinking into the bliss knowing it was only a matter of time before he'd be within her pulsing walls again. Every push he made with his fingers, she moved with him, embracing him and leaking, begging for more.

"...Daddy?" The voice of a siren brought him out of his daze. "I need you closer. Put the seat forward and get in the back."

He was blinded by the light of her open door as she removed herself. He saw where she had pulled a lever and the driver seat came forward. That's going to give them plenty of room. He got out and did the same.

He was in the back seat first. He retrieved a packet from his pocket and pulled his clothing down and out of the way for his girl.

"I guess I should be thankful nothing did happen between her and Tracey." He looked over and saw her bringing a leg out of her underwear. She kept one leg in and wore it like a garter as she climbed in after him. "...I wouldn't be able to have her like this if she was with him."

His hand found their place again between her legs, rubbing the hot, slippery, soft clit hidden in here.

She nuzzled into his neck. Kissing until she became more desperate with little love bites along his skin.

"I think," He said picking up his condoms. "that you need to put something on me."

Bel looked at the package between his fingers. "Oh, do you have one with texture?"

"Hmm?" He queried.

"I brought some too." Bel reached down and grabbed a crinkling package from her bag. "It's got little nubs and texture on it so I can feel it more. It was just a little, smooth last time."

Zack put his back in his pocket. "Alright, you got me curious. Let's use yours."

She rolled it down his shaft and he had to admit, he didn't feel as squished as the other one. Instead of forcing it inside a one size smooth cylinder, the condom had a sort of mushroom shape, which allowed for some breathing room around the neck.

He held his cock, skimming his thumb over the texture of the little nubs that were scattered all around.

"I just like the feel of them."

"If that's the case, with how wet you were before I even touched you, I better make you feel real good to show how much I appreciate that."

Zack pulled on her skirt and brought her across his lap. Her hips sank onto his. She slid along his shaft, gasping each time the tip kissed her clit in passing. His hands rounded on the smoothness of her behind. Pulling her down, making her feel his girth between her lips with each slide.

Bel's nails draped along his cheeks, stealing his focus. Drawn to her gaze in the dim backseat. Pampered by her touch, cradling his head, lulling him back into a kiss. The pressure of her body weighing him down into hypnotised bliss.

Remnants of a sweet custard remained on Bel's tongue. Distracted by the taste, Zack lost his focus. Her hips rolling away from his hands, sliding and lining him up without him realising. Not even her little bounces on the tip clued him in until she plunged herself down. The pair of them releasing their lips from each other to moan.

Zack took firm grip on her again, about to move her along himself. Bel's whimper and tension in her body made him realise she's wasn't ready for that yet. He took pause, and with her sigh of ease, he knew she was ready now.

He was fast. Slamming her hips up and back down again. The condom's texture tickled more sensations. A deeper feeling. He felt even thicker than the first time. That's why she needed a moment of adjustment to prepare. But she couldn't prepare for his force. Not only did their nether regions squelch each time he brought her down again, she couldn't keep quiet no matter how she tried to mute herself.

Whining with her lips pressed together. Sinking her head into his neck. Both piteous attempts of muffling herself.

Realising her folly, Bel figured, if he was going make her make noise, he may as well hear it.

She groaned shakily by his ear before licking along it. It shuddered right through him as he broke concentration again on thrusting her hips. She hummed in his ear before taking a nibble on his lobe realising just how much power she had over him and continued thrusting herself. Gentler. Longer strokes. Really letting him feel how much he made her stretch going down on him.

The back windows fogged in their venture. The car became stuffy. Eventually as it got to this stage, Bel couldn't will herself further. Her legs shook and it was harder to continue.

"Getting tired?" Zack whispered, squeezing her behind.

A quiver in her laugh was all the effort she could muster as her body fell limp over him.

Smack! Zack's hand impression jolted Bel in surprise. "Time to change it up."

He wiggled his way around and motioned her to lean on the backrest. He opened the back door a smidge to help with the stuffiness. Turning the light off almost as soon as turned on from the open door.

Every now and then, even with the fogged up windows, a glimpse of headlights could be seen driving past, completely unknown to the activities taking place just five metres off the road. Well, anyone who might have glimpsed the car could certainly make a well educated guess.

Bel snickered to herself the risque circumstances she was revelling in. Her secret Daddy, parking off the side of the road. And all with Tracey's Dad. All with Zack. She'd been quietly perving on him for long enough. She deserved this.

With a flick, Bel's skirt flew up, unveiling her naked, smooth rump to Zack. His fingers eased themselves inside her pleading pussy. Gentle and smooth. Coaxing her to relax after stretching so much. Calm before for the storm when he returned to her again. And she was bringing the wet. Dripping little patches onto the seat.