I hooked up with the dad at a birthday party [FM]

When I was nineteen, I was asked to take my little sister to a birthday party. It was the middle of summer, and my parents didn’t have time, so it got dropped on me. I was grumpy about it, but my parents have always let me live at home rent-free, so I’ve never really pushed back when they ask me to do things like this unless I need to.

So, the day of the party comes along and I put on a nice sundress to make myself feel better. This dress wasn’t slutty by any means. That said, I had been railed in it a couple of times so it was attention grabbing. I figured I’d flirt with the dads a little bit to keep myself amused throughout the day, get a little bit of harmless attention, and it would make up for the fact that I spent a boring day making sure kids didn’t fall into a pool and drown. I described myself as thicker in my other posts. I was a bit slimmer at the time here, much closer to an hourglass. God, I’m only 23 now but I already miss the body I had 4 years ago.

The party was pretty stereotypical when we arrived. Big sheet cake, bouncy house for the kids, a pool. The family hosting had clearly done well for themselves, but they weren’t rich, just what I assumed was very comfortable. My sister quickly ran off to join her friends, and I was left to mess with my phone standing out of the way as best I could.

“There’s no way you’re one of the moms.” A man said as he crossed around the pool to come talk to me. He was taller, but not overly so. Bit of a dad bod, and looked to be in his late thirties/early forties. He had blonde hair that he slicked back up top, and had shaved on the sides. His blue eyes felt intense, but I’m a sucker for those.

“I could totally pull off Mom if I wanted to.” I flashed him a smile, and put my phone away. That prompted his gaze to run over my figure. Exactly what I had been expecting with the dress I chose, and I smiled again, pleased that I had achieved my expected result.

“Nope, there’s just no way. So, who’d you bring?” His gaze flicked up to my face as he spoke, but he used the fact that the sun was shining on him to give him ample excuse to look at my body while we talked too.

I pointed out my sister, and we chatted a tiny bit about the party. He told me his name was Clark. He was the host, naturally. Who else wanders around at a children’s party introducing themselves to strangers? And he ended up offering to give me a tour of the house. I accepted, mostly to give me something to do and told my sister I’d be inside the house if she needed me. There was facepainting going on at the time, and looking back I’m not sure if she even noticed me telling her where I was going.

Clark was clearly very proud of his home, because the tour took a while. I wandered through the home behind him, smiling and nodding as he pointed out all the little home renovation projects he had completed, and explained his plans for what was to come. I love listening to a man talk about something passionately, but the truth is I don’t know a single real thing about home renovation, only what I’ve seen on HGTV. At nineteen, I knew even less.

As I was listening to him, my mind very quickly started to wander to other things about him. We were in his basement, and he was showing me where he planned to install a bar for game nights with his friends, but I was just watching the muscles in his forearms and hands move as he gestured. I think he caught on that I was zoning out, and said he should probably check on his wife, then asked if I had plans on going in the pool. I hadn’t brought a bathing suit with me, because I hadn’t known until I arrived that the pool would be for the adults too. When my sister had packed her bathing suit, I was imagining a little kiddie pool.

He launched into an explanation of his pool heater setup, and all the maintenance that goes into maintaining a pool. (I swear, Dads cannot help themselves, it’s like those insurance commercials, people really do turn into their parents.), then he offered for me to borrow one of his wife’s swimsuits. He had waved to his wife before we came inside, so I knew that there was little to no possibility that anything she had worn would fit me. I explained that to him, and joked that I should probably stick to dry land, unless going in my underwear was an option.

Mentioning myself in underwear drew his eyes down to my body again. He looked longer that time, I guess he was emboldened either by my joke/flirting, or just the fact that his wife wasn’t able to see.

“While, I wouldn’t mind seeing that. I’m sure many of the guests wouldn’t mind seeing that. But I can’t see the wives going for it… Kids party and all.” He rubbed the back of his neck kind of timidly as he spoke, but he kept his eyes on my figure. I’m going to be judged heavily for this, but I decided then I wanted to let him fuck me. I liked the way he was looking at me, and I was bored at this party. Teenagers make dumb decisions is the only excuse I have for it a few years later, not that it really is one. I knew I was going to need to take the lead. I mean who just up and tries to fuck a nineteen year old at their kid’s birthday party? I guess some people might, but this was not one of those guys.

“I wouldn’t mind letting you see anyway.” I did my best low, sultry voice was I spoke. Which, retrospectively probably just sounded like me whispering. It had the desired effect though, because he stood there with his jaw open looking at me for a few minutes before he finally composed himself enough to reply.

“Are you serious?” He asked. I could see his cock semi-erect in his pants. Not a massive bulge, but definitely there. I liked that I was turning him on, loved how easy it was for me to distract him. I nodded, and he stammered out. “I-I want to, but I need to make an appearance outside for a few minutes… Meet me in the guest bedroom upstairs?”

I just nodded in response, and he quickly gave me instructions where to go. He went back outside to the party, and I waited a few minutes before going up to the guest bedroom and adjusting my dress a little bit in the mirror while I waited for him. The window looked out to the front of the house, so I couldn’t see into the backyard. I wondered what was going on out there while I watched cars drive by. My heart was racing, and it seemed like forever before he came back. Realistically, it was probably only a few minutes. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when Clark opened the door, and slipped inside before carefully closing the door quietly behind him. I grinned, because the hard-on I had noticed in his shorts was more visible than before. I wondered briefly how much he had struggled to focus on the party when he was biding his time before coming to join me.

“You’re sure about this?” He asked, leaning back against the inside of the door. I nodded again, and stood up from the edge of the bed, moving so that I was only a couple of steps in front of him.

“I was bored anyways, and you seem like you could use some fun.” I lied. I hadn’t put much consideration at all into what he would get out of this besides my body, really. I was only considering my own hedonistic desires. Clark stepped closer to me, grabbing my hips and tugging me towards himself. He leaned down, nipping at my earlobe before kissing along my jaw.

I raised my hands, raking my nails down the front of his chest through his shirt before I tugged it upwards, pulling it off of him and dropping it on the floor next to us. I then stepped back, and pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall around my waist before wiggling out of it. The dress fell around my ankles, and I stepped out of it, pressing myself back into Clark and pinning him between my body and the door. It was louder than I intended, because he hurriedly shushed me, and I giggled, pulling him down to kiss me while walking backwards in the direction of the bed.

Clark pushed me back onto the bed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugging them off of me. He kissed down my stomach, and pushed my legs apart before licking along my slit and making me moan. I raised my hips, pressing against his face and tangled my fingers in his hair while he ate me. This man knew what he was doing. He let me grind my pussy against his face a little bit, but I pulled him up and kissed him again when I remembered that we weren’t going to have much time.

“I’m on birth control.” I moaned into his mouth, kissing along his neck afterwards. He got the message, and eased his pants down, quickly freeing his cock and pressing the head of it against my entrance. I grinded myself against him again, and hooked my leg around his hips, urging him to push inside of me.

Finally, in one single stroke, he slid the whole of his cock inside of me. I gasped and tugged a pillow over my face to moan because I am not a quiet woman at all. He began fucking me at a steady pace, and I was able to quiet myself enough that I removed the pillow and kissed him each time he thrusted.

“Do I feel better than her?” I asked, reaching around back of him to drag my nails down his back. He only groaned and nodded as he buried his face in my neck. I felt him throbbing inside of me, and knew he was close. I wiggled my hips against him with each thrust, and it wasn’t long at all before he pulled out quickly and came on my stomach. Clark kissed me again, then snuck me into the bathroom to allow myself to clean up a little bit before going back out to the party. I was far more uncomfortable than I thought I would be going back out to the party and actually having to interact a little bit with his wife before I took my sister home.

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