[MF] We rented the spare room to my dad’s friend. You can guess what happened next.

Hi everyone! I hadn’t expected to write again so soon, but my first post was far more well received than I could have ever possibly imagined (been loving the attention!), and I’m currently waiting for my power to turn back on, so I owe you guys the story I mentioned in my first tell all! Also after writing this, I noticed I had a lot of rambling pre-sex background info since to me, that’s just as important to set the scene, so I added a little break for those that don’t care. :P

 

=Pointless Background Info=

 

As mentioned in that first story, I live in a fairly large home with my dad and one brother, my other brother having already moved out. Near the middle of August, I was told that due to covid money reasons his old room, which had been made into a generic guest room, was going to be rented out for atleast a month to his friend/coworker/business partner, Joe; the two of them do freelance construction stuff, so I’ve seen him here and there for years now, and he’s basically considered a friend of the family. He even typically gets invited to join us on holidays like Thanksgiving as a part of our ‘family. If I had to guess, I’d say he was in his late fourties to early fifties, very tall and built, though with a bit of a beer gut, clean shaven with hair that was starting to grey a decent bit. I’m 20, like 5’4″ and petite, pale and mostly skinny but my hips and ass are a bit more shapely. Long brown hair, glasses usually. B titties.
 

I wasn’t particularly excited about the idea from a personal standpoint; I’m actually fairly introverted and nerdy and I didn’t want to have to constantly explain myself to some boomer why I’m spending most of the day in my room on my pc. I was told that he’d know to leave me alone and it’d mostly be like he’s not even here. More importantly, I was sympathic toward the whole no money for rent because covid, so I didn’t complain about it. Thankfully, once he moved in that didn’t end up being much of a problem and things were fine for the first week or two.

 

Slowly however, the quips and comments began to start. He’d comment on my legs, as I often wear short gym/booty shorts on my lazy days off at home. He started complimenting me a lot in general, saying I looked good today before they left for work, or asking what lucky boy I was leaving to meet. I know these are only a couple tiny examples, but try to imagine stuff like this pretty much daily for weeks. While bits of it were admittedly a little straightforward or even plain offputting, for the most part it was very flattering, and I didn’t really expect it to escalate nor did I want to cause any issues, so I kept it to myself and largely enjoyed the attention.

 

Fast forward to the early September. I was invited to go to a small ‘party’ (more of a calm, small drinking gathering at a friend’s house). I’m pretty covid paranoid, but knowing the place and number of people deemed it safe enough to go out. So I did, and had a fun night with my friends. I got back at around 12:30-1AM and wore a loose, white shoulder-off type of white shirt, black jean shorts, and white tights beneath those, as it’s starting to get chilly most nights. I got home, lost my shoes, and went upstairs to shower. I realize nobody brought the clean towels up, so I head down to the basement to fetch them after losing my shorts too, since they’re a bit tight in the waist and I still have a long shirt and tights, which was modest enough for my own home at like 1AM.

 

Most of the rear wall of our basement is taken up by a huge sliding glass door that leads to a back deck. When I go down, I see the white LED light from outside that is unmistakable from a phone. To be honest, my first thought was it was some burglar or other criminal creeping around our property, though realized after a second or two that it was just Joe sitting in one of the deck chairs on his phone with a bowl of weed. Our house/my dad has a fairly relaxed stance on weed after him catching my brother for the 50th time (and me once xD), which can basically be summarized as “don’t be obvious or stupid and he’ll look the other way”, so catching Joe was hardly a faux pas or anything; if anything, he probably even cleared it with my dad first anyway. He likely sensed someone in the basement behind him because he eventually turned around and after being startled by me, beckoned me outside. I said hi and made a bit of small talk for a minute or two and planned on going outside until he held the bowl out to me with the promise that he wouldn’t tell my dad. I agreed and joined him for another while we talked more, mostly about my night.

 

I tend to sit with my feet up on the chair with me due to being a petite weirdo, and the deck chairs are these huge wooden adirondack chairs with plenty of foot room, so i was doing that. At some point, I caught him (or atleast swear he was) looking toward my waist/butt, which I looked to see my shirt was doing absolutely nothing to cover and just the tights (and the white seamless undies) on my legs suddenly felt a lot less modest. But something about the looks were flattering to slightly drunk and horny me, and it wasn’t hard for me to see him literally getting hard in real time through the lounge pants he was wearing. At some point, he seemed to become aware of my stares the same way I did his, and it slowly devolved alongside our conversation into straight up almost silently eyefucking one another.

 

= The Sex Part! =

 

Eventually, he asked if I “really went out in just those”, referring to the tights. By this point, I’m kinda horny and liquid courage (liquid bad decisions) is still in my system, so explained I left my shorts upstairs and stood up to show him, pulling the bottom of my shirt up to show off where the shorts would have been. He reached forward and tugged the waist of the tights straight out, letting them snap back to my waist. This surprised and turned me on quite a bit for some reason, I think perhaps the sheer boldness of someone that wasn’t my age doing it? Either way, I laughed and did it again myself. He did it again, then I did it with both hands at the front. He grinned and told me to be careful not to show off too much. At this point, I committed and pulled the waist out again, but this time the waistband ended up a bit rolled up. We exchanged a silent stare before he reached out and grabbed the rolled up bit with both hands, one on each side of me, and looked at me again. I gave him a few tiny nods and he began to slowly peel the tights down my legs until they were at my knees and my panties were directly in his face.

 

He ran his hands over my hips, thighs, and ass (and occasionally brushed over my pussy) while I held my shirt up, too busy with my racing mind fighting itself about whether or not it was hot or awkward to be practically presenting myself to my father’s friend. He didn’t seem to have such hangups, and soon his fingers slipped into my panties and tugged those down too with my permission. He IMMEDIATELY pushed his head forward and got his mouth on my pussy, while his hands grabbed my ass with a squeeze and pulled me closer. Given the only thing in reach to brace myself on was him, I wrapped my arms around his head and pushed my crotch into his face further. This continued for a little while, only stopping twice to first turn me around and lean on the chair while he ate my ass from behind, then to let me sit on the chair while he kneeled in front of it, my legs first on the chair arms, then eventually ending up around his head. Eventually, I asked if he wanted me to pay him back, and he responded, without missing a beat, “Only if I can’t fuck you”. My heart skipped a beat or two at both the response and the idea of someone so ‘forbidden’ saying that to me. I agreed, and went upstairs to get condoms.

 

Going back downstairs, it was his turn to scare the the hell out of me, because I wasn’t expecting him to be inside the house and sitting on the basement couch. When I asked why, he said he noticed windows were open on the second floor and figured in here would be ‘safer’, which I agreed with. Being a big submissive type, I put my hands behind my back, put on my best voice, and asked what he wanted me to do. He beckoned me closer and peeled me tights down like before, though this time took my panties with them and helped me step out of them. He pulled my shirt up and off, and I took off my bra. Anyway, with my naked tiny self before him, he instructed me to get on all fours on the couch while he took his shirt off.

I did and he sat behind me, looking over my shoulder to watch him start to work his pants off. I caught only a faint glimpse of a a fairly thick looking dick, but he turned to kneel behind me and ate me out some more until I was literally biting a pillow and quivering so hard I was practically shaking and I eventually asked him to please fuck me. He was apparently waiting for my request because he pulled off right away, straightened himself up, grabbed my hips, and slowly pushed himself into me. Given my size, it was a pretty tight fit and it was hard to force myself to muffle it with the pillow. Several unmuffled moans and squeaks definitely slipped past. The couch was hitting the table next to it once he started to get into a rhythm, so we moved to my yoga mat on the floor, and brought the pillow to keep me quiet.

He fucked me from behind for what I had to guess was atleast 20 minutes of thick dicked, quivering, fucking that had me practically screaming into the pillow, then shot his cum all over my back. I came twice. He helped me clean up and took the opportunity to fondle me some more. I threw just my shirt and panties on and went upstairs, then heard him come up and go to his room about 10 minutes later.

Since then, we’ve fucked three other times. Once being a pretty normal hookup when my brother was gone and dad was asleep, one being accompanying him shopping and riding him in the back seat of his car in the middle of the day in a parking lot, and the last and my personal favorite, another late night hookup where he asked me to dress up in certain things for him, like a bikini. He’s due to move out at the end of October, so feel free to suggest other things for us to try. :P

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j8o127/mf_we_rented_the_spare_room_to_my_dads_friend_you