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Another improbable tale of a nubile girl being inexplicably attracted to a middle-aged man.
The only goal here is to provide a small bit of mindless entertainment without any concern for meaningful content. Kind of like eating nachos.
I hope you enjoy.
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Tony stopped dead in his tracks. His daughter Sonia was sitting on the porch swing outside the front door.
Blood rushed to his head, throbbing at his temples. He took a deep breath in attempt to gain control of his growing fury. His fists clenched and released at his sides.
It was a warm night, perfect for watching the stars. She was sitting with Mark, her boyfriend. They had been dating five weeks, and she'd brought him home to have dinner with her father. It was the third occasion she had done so.
Tony guessed that she really wanted him to like and accept this boy. Meaning, she was very serious about him. She had not put any energy into dragging her former boyfriends out to their remote ranch to meet her father. The previous boys had come and gone with no particular notice.
Tony's fists were so tight he was hurting his palms. He was choking on an impulse to beat Mark into a pulp.
Sonia and Mark were sitting on the porch swing locked in a feverish kiss. He wanted to go break them away from each other, but reminded himself that she would be 19 years old soon and she was nearing the end of her freshman year in college. Kissing was not a bad thing, but the boy had her shirt open and a hand inside. She had a hand in his lap rubbing his bulge.
Tony was frozen in a moment rage, but knew it was misplaced. She was old enough to make these decisions for herself. The boy seemed nice. He had made eye contact when they had spoken to each other and he was polite and respectful. Most importantly, the boy seemed to show Sonia the respect she deserved.
But the boy's hand was in Sonia's shirt. Her hands were sliding into his pants.
Tony's vision was turning red.
Allie, Sonia's long time best friend, stepped in front of Tony she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. She had come over for dinner too. Allie and Mark were spending the night.
She walked him back into the kitchen. They stood toe to toe. Tony easily looked over the bone white blonde hair on her head. Her 5 foot tall and 100 pound stature was dwarfed by his 6 foot 2 but she was being imposing, taking up more space than her tiny body suggested she should be able to.
"Let them be," she commanded.
"I know. It's hard to watch my little baby grow up though. I keep her safe. Always."
"She hasn't been a little girl in a while. You did good. You raised a good responsible person. Now let her be a good responsible woman."
"She's still my little girl. She always will be."
"Yes, you have done well providing for her. That's why she's here and not at his apartment. She feels safe here. If he gets out of hand, you will be around to break things up. You are protecting her. You are keeping her safe by letting her be in a place where she can be certain no will mean no. If she wants to say no."
"I could break this up now."
"No. Let her explore. She's met a good guy. Right now she does not want to say no. She's saying yes to him."
Tony grumbled unhappily.
Allie reached out for his hand and held it. She said, "She is fine. I promise. Let them be."
Allie began to walk away further into the interior of the house. Tony's large hand easily hid her small slender fingers as she pulled him along after her. He obediently trailed in the petite girl's wake.
Allie had been Sonia's closest friend since fourth grade. They both had outgoing personalities. Together they were a tornado of energy feeding off each other in an ever-increasing loop. Tony often worried they would get each other in trouble, which they often had.
Now his daughter was occupied with another interest whom she was kissing on the front porch. That left Allie in Tony's care, or vise versa. He had played this role many times before when Sonia was at work or school and Allie did not want to go home. Tony always enjoyed her company. Allie dragged Tony along. He was the focus of her attention. She expected him to play along and entertain her every whim. They continued through the house into the backyard. She strolled through the patio garden still holding Tony's hand. They passed under the ancient oak in the middle of the paved area. Tony recalled memories of Allie and his daughter playing dolls around the base of the gnarled old tree. They had liked to pretend it was a princess castle.
Allie approached the hot tub at the back of the paved area.
"I have not used your spa since before last winter. Let's take a dip."
"We don't have suits on, Allie-gator," Tony commented.
Allie purred at his used of that long time nickname. It was his name for her and she only allowed him to use it. Her body sang along with him when his gravelly voice rolled over the syllables, savoring the familiarity that came off his tongue. He never used the nickname in anger, only endearment.
"We can use our underwear." she bit her lip, "Unless you are commando tonight."
"I've got them on." he grumbled.
She pouted, "Too bad. We could have skinny dipped." she smiled like a fairy tale cat in Wonderland. "We could anyhow."
"We are not skinny dipping." Tony said in a parental tone.
"Okay fine, party pooper. Let's get in." She knew this Allie-gator could be dangerous in the water no matter what she was wearing.
Allie wiggled out from her impossibly tight jeans. Her baby tee joined her pants on the ground.
Tony looked at her very brief, white, lacy undergarments. He had long ago recognized that Allie was a gorgeous girl. It was as though her body was constructed specifically for his fantasies, and since she was approaching 20 years old, she was no longer out of bounds for him to think about while he did fantasize.
Allie heard his nearly inaudible murmur, "Oh my God," as he scanned her body. She did not shrink from his gaze. Rather, she bathed in the desires dripping from his eyes.
"Get your pants off. Unless you want my help to get undressed." she reached for his belt.
"No, I've got it."
His shirt and pants joined the pile on the ground. Allie's eyes roamed his strong shoulders and large chest shaped by hard work. She wanted to touch his lean muscles and bite his nipples; to do terribly inappropriate things to him. She tried, as she had been doing since she was thirteen, to guess the shape of the heavy appendage hanging between his legs. It was always swinging and moving like a living thing with a mind of its own, always tantalizingly hidden out of view.
Allie turned and stepped into the spa. Tony mentally shut down at the sight of her ass. She was wearing a thong and baring her flawless ass to him. He was memorizing the perfect sight in front of him. He wanted her to lean forward so he could see her sex through the gap between her thighs.
She contently exhaled as the hot water enveloped her calves. She reached back for his hand.
"Come on." She pulled Tony into the water with her. "Your Allie-gator is waiting."
Tony revelry was broken as her perfect little ass vanished into the water. He quickly sat to hide his stiff cock.
Tony stared at her small bust. Her bra had gone transparent when it wicked the pool water. Allie sat up taller to help him see her gravity defying A-cup wonders. She teased Tony by putting her feet on his legs.
"Could you massage my feet?" she asked. She would do anything to get his hands to touch any part of her. She had been pining for him for years and would not allow him to avoid her any longer.
"Okay." he loved giving her foot massages. Any excuse to touch her, to hear her moan with pleasure as her tenderly caressed her feet.
He methodically worked his fingers around her delicate slender feet. Allie closed her eyes and rested her head back on the tub edge.
For many minutes he massaged her feet listening to her gasps of ecstasy. It was easy to imagine she was moaning for more intimate reasons.
Tony wanted her badly. He wondered if she was hinting at having a similar interest in him. He was unsure how to interpret the situation because she had been flirting with him for the better part of the past decade and she had no barriers when communicating with him.
A few years back, around the time she was 17, she had sincerely asked if it was normal for a girl to masturbate while imagining her best friend's father blackmailing and forcing her to have sex with him. Sonia was the only person who remotely qualified as Allie's best friend, so she might as well have used Tony's name. He had told her men and women imagine all kinds of crazy things. Fantasies, even odd ones, were normal but she should not allow them to lead her into unhealthy situations.
Allie had thanked him and calmly asked if he ever fantasized about forcing her or blackmailing her into doing nasty things. She had laughed when he stumbled and choked over his words in response. To her, it was hilarious that she had tripped him up so easily. He had been wary of her silly traps ever since.
The foot massage was too good, Allie was becoming aroused. She needed more from him, but not out in the yard where Sonia was sure to catch them. The last thing she wanted was to be interrupted mid colitis by an irate best friend. Sonia was unlikely to understand. She had to stop, he was pushing her arousal to the tipping point. She was about to attack him. Abruptly, she sat up and took her feet from Tony. She slid a little closer to him.
Allie asked, "Can I work for you this summer?"
"Doing what?"
She shifted subtly closer.
