"Mmmmm." I purr seductively. "Come on baby. My parents are both gone. I've got the whole place to myself all night. And I'm bored. He he he. I wouldn't be bored if you were here."
"What's that?" He barks. The bastard, he wasn't even listening to me! In the background I can hear the laughter and chatter of his buddies. The same buddies that got to see my boyfriend way more than I ever got to. He laughs at something going on before addressing me again. "Sorry Fawn, I gotta go baby."
"Josh. We haven't seen each other since..."
More laughter on the other end interrupts me. "Love ya babe. Talk to you later."
Click.
"Asshole!" I throw my phone toward a nearby chair my parent kept by the window. That was the last straw. I was sick of being taken for granted. I'd be dumping his ass the next time I talked to him. Joshua was cute but there were plenty more fish in the sea.
I sit on my parent's massive king size bed cross-legged and feel the soft pure white blankets under my bare feet. I was hoping to get Josh to fuck me right here. Right here where Dad fucked Mom. I liked thinking about that. The room had an energy to it. It was a place I wasn't supposed to be. Tonight I was going to live out a fantasy. Tonight, as he was making love to me, I was going to call Joshua "Daddy". WAS, unfortunately, being the key word there. A shame. What fun we would have had.
I see in my mother's full length mirror sitting in the corner of the room a naughty smile play at my lips. My rich brown eyes twinkle with forbidden thoughts.
The smile won't go away as I savor my naughty thoughts like a fine wine. I was going to have him take me right here. Right here in my parent's bed. Josh fucking me as I called out Daddy...Daddy...Daddy! Sinfully wicked...mmmm.
At the very, VERY least I was hoping to play with myself while we had phone sex or a hot round of sexting. But nope, Josh would rather play with the boys than with me.
FUCK! With Dad out of town on business and my Mom deciding last minute to go to visit Grandma I had a rare night with the house to myself. Had Josh come over I would have given him a night he would never forget! Fuck!
Looking over the huge bed my mind wanders, imagining all of the times my father made love to my mother in this very spot. I could already feel my loins moisten with excitement. God. What was her secret? How did Mom find a man like Daddy? All the boys I dated were just that...boys. More interested in video games than pussy. But Dad...ohhh Daddy, now that was man. He was ALL man. A big man both in stature and character. He was not a frivolous man yet he had a warm sense of humor with those close to him. A man of large appetites yet with the discipline to control them. Daddy was bold and intelligent and dynamic. Other men looked up to him. They looked to him to be a leader. Women wanted him. I had lost count of the times I had seen women checking him out with desirous thirsty looks.
I lick my dry lips. My goodness it was warm in here all of a sudden. I giggle once as a think about it, I shouldn't do it but I knew I would. I slip my gray tank top off...followed shortly by my jeans. I had butterflies in my stomach looking down at my exposed skin against the lily white of my parent's bed. I knew they wouldn't, but if they walked in right now...
"He he he he he." I turn and reach across to drop the garments off the side of the bed. In just my bra and panties I stretch out over the bed on my stomach, savoring the soft plush covers beneath me. I bend and writhe and imagine HIS eyes watching me now.
Ohhhhhhh. Why couldn't Josh have come over. God I needed a man here right now. Josh wasn't the greatest lover but with the way I was feeling, and if I could have lured him in here...I would have cum like firecracker!
Lying there I move just to feel the quality cotton run across my flesh. Being here in my parents room, in just my underwear, made the excitement of my lack of wardrobe so much more amplified. I decide not to stop there.
Getting up on my knees I rise up and down a few times, slowly...provocatively...erotically. Moving in a way I never should have been here in this room. Moving as if I was riding a man. I watch myself in the mirror as the embers of taboo imaginings glow hot in my mind. I wasn't so different from Mom. The same long blonde hair. The same breast size. The same lithe petite body, mine naturally firmer and tighter. So similar I was to her, just 20 years younger and with a belly button piercing.
I pull the straps of my bra to the sides then pull it down. My small firm breasts pop into the open air. My heart beats in my ears. I shouldn't be doing this. This was so naughty! Moving hurriedly now, as if I had to do this quickly or not at all, I unfasten my bra and toss it to where my other clothes were piled. I continue to ride the imaginary man beneath me as I run my hands up my lean body to grasp my breasts.
I cannot wait any longer. I pull my thong panties off as quick as I could. I see a tiny dab of wetness darken the crotch. It too I deposit with the rest of my clothes.
Kneeling on my parent's bed...on my Daddy's bed...I close my eyes and bow my head and enjoy the feeling of my nudity here in the last place I should be naked. In the last place I should be feeling these fiery desires spreading through my body like an inferno.
I sit like this for a long time before letting out a long disappointed sigh.
"Fuck."
Why couldn't have Josh come over tonight? God damn it! He could have hung out with the boys any other night. Tonight I needed him. I needed him to bring the woman out of me. I longed for a man's touch, a need every bit as powerful as hunger or thirst. But tonight of all nights he left me hanging. Bastard.
I glance briefly toward my phone on the chair and consider calling him again. No...it wouldn't work. I look over to myself in the mirror. Perfect smooth healthy skin. A firm young body. Titties that defied gravity and a cute little bubble butt that would not quit. I wasn't egotistical, but god damn I was one fine looking piece of ass. If he wasn't willing to come for a booty call for this...nothing I could say would change his foolish boyish mind.
Besides, I really was going to dump him.
"Asshole."
I lie down on my side frustrated and disappointed.
I roll over and try to clear my mind. I had been thinking about masturbating as I undressed but now thoughts about my asshole of a boyfriend, no ex-boyfriend, had brought me down and soured the mood. Thinking about Josh had ruined the horny mood I'd been building up all day. I sigh again. I'd play with myself later. I had all night after all.
The more I lie there the more the big luxury bed felt nicer and nicer and nicer. The room was bright, the afternoon sun bathing the white room aglow in a pleasant brilliance. I could just hear the distant sound of a truck driving by and a dog barking as the world outside went about its business. It all seemed a million miles away. I feel the exquisite high thread count sheets against my naked skin. I crawl higher to lay my head on the ultra soft downy pillows. Mmmm, it was so comfortable. So very comfortable. My exposed cooling nude flesh exposed to my parent's most private space. If only Dad could see his little girl now. Mmmmmm. I am dimly aware that I could smell HIM on the pillow case. His presence still emanated through the room. Mmmmmmm!
As I feel my mind begin to drift those forbidden thoughts begin to swirl in my subconscious, forming the seeds of what would be the dreams to follow.
Dreams, hopefully, of...Daddy.
It is not long before I happily let go my consciousness and sail off into a deep and peaceful slumber.
***
My sleep is deep as the ocean. I swim in the haze of my subconscious. I glide easily from dream to dream without memory of the intervening time.
My dreams are hot, sweaty, and ferociously erotic.
Each lewd snippet is unique but a commonality runs through each of them like the connecting chain of a charm bracelet. In each my partner is always the same.
A man, a real man, a big man. A wide deep chest with thick black, though graying, hair covering it like a coat of fur. Strong thickly muscled arms that move me and hold me with the ease one might with a baby. Huge powerful hands that can clasp most of the way around my slender neck. A rugged bearded jawline and short cut hair and deep brown eyes the same shade as my own. He is massive, a brute of a specimen. I am utterly helpless against his masculine might, yet I trust the figure like no lover before.
He takes me in various ways in various locations. He takes me like no one else could. Handling my slender body with such ease in his strong hands.
The things this man does to me turns my will and trembling flesh to jelly.
Somewhere far, far away I have a dim awareness of another place and another reality. I hear movement. Quiet, muffled motions of approaching footsteps...the sound of cloth over cloth...the sound of careful walking nearby...the sound of a deep whispered voice muttering...movement...movement beside me...a great weight coming to rest beside me on a large shared bed...
I am awoken by a soft kiss to my shoulder. The kiss of someone with a beard and mustache.
I hear my father's smooth baritone voice whisper into my ear. "Hey honey, I got home early."
My eyes snap open and I am awake in an instant. The room which had been so bright when I fell asleep was now dark as pitch. The kind of dark where all you could make out are different depths of inky black. Beside me looms the huge dark shape of my father laying on his side facing me. The aroma of his oh so familiar cologne fills my senses, a smell old and familiar, a smell from a lifetime of memories stretching back to my very first recollections.
Daddy was home!! He was home and he thought I was my mother!!
His wide strong thick fingered right hand runs over my head then neck then shoulder, rubbing me lovingly. In the darkness he finds my lips and kisses them. He kisses me in a way I was not used to. Not a father's kiss, but a husband's and a lover's.
His calloused hand makes its way to my breast...and he pushes into it, squeezing it with obvious rising desire.
Nuzzling into my neck he kisses me again, his beard ticking my sensitive nape, and he whispers. "You awake baby?"
The real question behind his question rang out loud and clear!
***
I am struck mute by the shock of what was happening. My still waking mind scrambling to come to grips with the fact this wasn't another dream scene.
His warm breath against my skin, the weight of his hulking body against my side, his active lips nibbling my neck between his lips, his groping hand pushing and grasping at my breast...this was no dream. From the dreams before my body already crackled with sexual energy. My body didn't know right and wrong, it only knew this felt GOOD!
Oh God...I needed to stop this! I needed to say something!
"Mmmrrrmmmm." He growls, his rumbling chest vibrating against me.
He kisses my upper chest, a wet open mouthed kiss, as the hand on my titties slides off, down my side, and then straight in between my thighs! He grips the inside of my leg, the edge of his hand so very close to my naked pussy. Another wet sucking kiss. "I missed you baby." He whispers as he moves more of his weight over against me. He was as horny as I was, his every motion was a bright signal flare to the desire burning within.
