Aidan let go of the lawn mower's handlebar, and the engine's roar died out as the mower shut off. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. After detaching the mower bag, he carried it out to the green yard waste bin and emptied the grass into it.
After putting the lawn mower back into the garage, Aidan crossed the back lawn, admiring his work. The freshly-cut grass looked neat and trim, like the cloth of a pool table. It covered the entire back yard with the exception of the back porch, the in-ground pool and a small border around the fence where bushes had been planted.
The pool looked really nice, and Aidan was hot and sweaty. A quick jump in--what the hell. Stripping off his shirt, he walked up to the edge of the pool and dove in.
He came up and took a breath. The water felt rejuvenating against his bare chest, cleansing the sweat and dirt from his body. He swam a couple laps before climbing out, feeling the water drip off of his body. Grabbing his shirt and using it as a towel, he opened the back door to the house and went inside.
He took off his shoes just inside the door; Abby didn't take too kindly to wet footprints on the carpet. Now clad in only his wet jeans and boxers, Aidan moved through the kitchen and headed for the master bathroom. The swim had been nice, but a shower was really what he needed to clean off the dirt.
As he walked past the living room he heard Samantha call out, "Hi, Daddy." He turned to say hi and froze.
Samantha was sitting crisscrossed on the living room floor, a school project spread out in front of her. Across the mound of papers sat Briana, one of her best friends. Briana was in the same grade as Samantha, and although she was the same age she looked to be at least a year or two older.
Standing in the living room shirtless in front of the two teenage girls made Aidan's dick jerk with excitement, and he could feel it starting to harden.
Damn,
he thought.
At the worst possible times.
The girls' outfits weren't helping, either; Samantha wore a cute blue tank top with spaghetti straps and a crisscross pattern on her chest, showing off her breasts nicely as well as her toned stomach and tanned arms. Cut-off jeans let loose her lovely legs, and the base of her round ass cheeks just barely hung out of the bottom of the shorts.
Briana wore a white Calvin Klein t-shirt that had been cut in half to expose her midriff, but still conceal her luscious breasts. Aidan figured they were a half a cup size larger than Samantha's. Like Samantha, Briana also wore cut-off jean shorts, and her luscious tanned legs were folded underneath her body.
As Aidan checked out Briana's outfit, his eye traveled from her clothes to her body. Her skin was lightly tanned, not bronze but not pasty, and shimmered in the light coming in from the window. Her arms and legs were sparsely spattered with black freckles, which stood out from her skin like droplets of ink. There were several on the left side of her face, and he caught himself wondering if she had any on her breasts. He bet she did. Her brown hair fell in waves down her shoulders and back, and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with mischievousness.
With her pointed chin, manicured eyebrows and perfect smile, she had a classy look about her, like she should be at some high-end cocktail party in a slinky black dress. But right now, the only place he wanted her to be was bouncing on his erection.
Fuck,
he thought
. I can't think about things like this when I'm in wet jeans.
"Hey, Sam," he said. "Hey, Bri."
"Hey, Mr. Smith," Briana purred, adjusting her legs so that they were stretched out on the carpet as she lay on her side. She bit her bottom lip sexily as she stared at Aidan.
"You girls, uh, working on something?"
"Yeah, Daddy, a school project," Samantha said. "We have to make a poster for English." She shuffled several pieces of colored construction paper, glancing up at Briana, whose attention was 100% focused on Aidan.
"You want anything? Snacks, drinks?" Aidan asked.
"No thanks, Daddy," Samantha said cheerfully.
"Actually . . ." Briana mused, "I AM a little hungry." When Samantha wasn't looking she made her hand into a loose fist and stroked it back and forth outside her mouth, moving her tongue inside her mouth so it look like she was giving a blowjob.
Aidan quickly held his shirt in front of his groin to mask his rapidly growing erection. "Well, uh . . . you girls can help yourself to what's in the fridge. Although Abby might kill you if you take her diet soda."
Samantha giggled. "Thanks, Daddy."
Aidan headed off for the master bedroom, looking forward to a nice hot shower. Once Briana left he'd grab a beer and relax for a while. Abby wouldn't be home till later; she was at the paper covering a co-worker's shift. He'd probably go over some of the office files he'd brought home from work after his shower, then watch TV until she got back. Or maybe he'd bang Samantha. The way she and Briana had teased him, it was almost like she was asking for it.
Stepping into his bathroom, he stripped himself down and paused to admire his muscular figure in the mirror. His workouts were paying off, and his muscles went pretty well with his short beard. He made a gun gesture with his fingers and aimed it at his mirror reflection, pretending to fire.
Then he turned on the water faucets in the shower. Normally he liked his showers piping hot, but today, after a morning in the hot sun, lukewarm would probably feel better. Stepping inside, he sighed with relief as the water hit his skin, washing off all the dirt and sweat on his skin.
He got right to business, doing some landscaping on his pubic hair with a hand razor. He kept his shaft and balls as smooth as a baby's butt, but he let the rest grow out a little (as long as it didn't get too crazy). Then he shampooed his hair, used his body wash, and even soaped behind his ears.
Feeling clean and refreshed, he glanced down and noticed his erection. His penis rose, dripping with water, curving towards his body. Briana and Samantha had made him a little horny. He began to jack off, slowly at first.
God, Bri, you're so hot
. . . He remembered all those times she had visited their house, all the signals he had thought she was sending him. She wanted to fuck him, he knew it. He had been really turned on when she'd pretended to suck his dick in the living room.
And I want you to, Bri. More than you know.
Her body was beautiful. She had perfect tits and a nice ass, and she was very pretty. Her tan was gorgeous. Those freckles were cute, too. He wondered if she had any on her tits, or down by her pussy.
As he kept jacking off, he started imagining Briana naked. He imagined her on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick as she fingered her pussy with her other hand. He imagined lying next to her, kissing her neck and fingering her tight pussy as she moaned and squirted all over his fingers. He imagined bending her over the bed and spanking that wonderfully tanned ass and he pounded into her from behind, gripped tight on her hips. And he imagined her on her knees, looking up at him with a worried but cute expression as he came all over her.
Aidan groaned softly. He was about to cum when the bathroom door suddenly opened. He froze. Who was it? Because of the opaque glass on the shower door he could only see a silhouette, the outline of a woman with brown hair.