The time I [F][18] let my dad’s friend [M][38] lick my pussy till I soaked his face

It was the summer after I’d turned eighteen, and I still lived with my parents, naturally. I had been a bit of a wild child, so my dad got me a job in the office of a furniture store he worked at, so I could earn my own money and save for my own place, but also so he could keep tabs on me throughout the day. It was easy enough, filing papers and doing mundane administrative work. Sometimes I’d clean a bathroom or vacuum the sales floor. It was basically a fluff job to keep me out of trouble. Once I was finished my work for the day, I’d usually be allowed to go to the local mall, but if I was short on cash, or didn’t feel like walking twenty minutes, I’d hang out around the store. I usually stayed out of the way of the other co-workers, hopped on the nearest computer and got lost on Myspace. 

My dad had kept most of his friends away from us growing up, there was no reason for us to interact with these older men, so my sister and I were never really around any of them. However, he had also gotten his friend and neighbor from across the street a job at the store as well. All he really did was hold a huge sign outside all day, and clean up the store. Not very demanding, sort of a fluff position like mine. We would usually be finished around the same time. My dad would finish his work about two hours after we would get done, in which time would be when I’d either walk to the mall, or find something around the store to do. 

I still had a bit of a wild streak in me, and eventually, I’d assessed that in those two hours time, I could essentially do whatever I wanted. So, I started bringing my bowl and a tiny bit of bud with me, and when my work was done I’d go out back and take a few tokes out of the sight of any of the other co-workers…or so I’d thought. 

One day, I finished up, waited till the coast was clear, and then ducked out the back door to toke a few before walking to the mall. My dads friend was already out back, and had kind of startled me, as I’d thought that was *MY* secret spot, and mine only. He was smoking a cigarette, a habit I had been trying to kick. “Those are no good for you, you know”, I quipped at him, before pulling my bowl out. “You aren’t gonna tell my dad, are you?” I ask him. He smiled and said he wouldn’t, if I was willing to share. I agreed, in exchange for a smoke (he smoked my brand, I HAD to). I remember he gave me a hard time for having JUST gave him shit about smoking. This guy wasn’t so bad for an old dude. Kinda cool,I guess. From then on, we’d meet out back usually every time we worked together, he’d bring the smokes and I’d bring the bud, we’d joke about our age difference (I was eighteen, he was in his mid thirties) and how I didn’t know about any good music, or movies because everything out “nowadays” was garbage, and I’d blow his mind when I was able to talk shop about 80s music and horror movies. I have an old soul, and it makes me a hit usually with anyone older than me. He’d make me laugh, and we eventually got more comfortable with one another. 

Also eventually, as things go, a slight sexual tension began to build. He’d mentioned how my boyfriend must have his hands full with someone like me. I told him I didn’t have boyfriends, I had fun (I remember those words exactly to this day, as I’m usually pretty awkward, I remember all the one liners in my life that actually landed ?), and left it at that. One night, though, he left me speechless. We were finishing a bowl, and I was about to go to the mall, when he caught me off guard. “So when you gonna stop playing and let me taste that pussy?” Just like that. I was floored. I blushed, mumbled some words about not knowing and a few uhhs and wows, and then ran off to the mall as fast as.i could. My mind raced the whole time I was there, while thumbing through CDs, I found myself imagining this man twice my age, looking up at me from between my legs. “I bet he’s good at it”, I thought. I felt myself get tingly, a little wet. FUCK.

Work was a little awkward for about a week, I didn’t really know how to act around him anymore and I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure! This was MY DADS FRIEND, AN *OLD* GUY! What do I do?? I was unsure, yet wildly curious. So I just avoided him. I’d catch him looking at me, and when he noticed me noticing, he’d smile, and I’d smile, and I’d get all tingly again. FUCK. I think, wait no, I **know** I want this. 

He felt it too. I knew it. 

I was home one day, a weekend day, so we were both off. My parents and siblings went out to run errands early, and I wanted to sleep in, so they let me stay behind. I woke up about noon, and they still weren’t home. I assumed they went for food or were still running errands so I showered, and stretched out on the downstairs couch, cozy, watching TV. Not too long after, someone knocks on my door. I get up and open the door, and lo and behold, it’s my dad’s friend. I immediately started stammering, telling him my dad wasn’t home, and letting him know I’d tell him when he got home. He said ok, and turned to go back across the street before he stopped, and turned around, smiling mischievously. “So, you ever give any thought to what I asked you a while ago?” My eyes got wide, and my cheeks, deep red. “I, uh.. I…well yes..” is all I could get out. I could feel my pussy twitch and start getting wet again..

He came a little closer to me, and asked again. “Yes, I did”. I said, and smiled. “And.. well..yes. I want you to.” He smiled big and touched my arm. I let him in. He was a big guy, at least 6’3, so when he stood in front of me, I had to look up. I led him to the couch, and sat down. My heart was racing a thousand miles a minute, I was excited, and scared I’d get caught, which excited me even more. 

He immediately got down on his knees and pushed my shirt up, kissing my tummy, letting his hands move up to my breasts. He gently squeezed them, rolled my nipples between his thick fingers. I melted. I wasn’t sure if I’d like it or if he’d know how to make me feel good, as I didn’t really know him, but as soon as he got his hands all over me, I knew he was going to make me cum, I got comfortable leaned back, and I started allowing him to do just that. 

He sat up, and got one nipple in his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue, gently nibbling it, while he played with my other one, before moving down my stomach and between my legs, softly grabbing and fondling my pussy over my pajama shorts. I got a little squirmy, his thumb was on my clit, slowly rubbing in circles while he prodded at the entrance of my pussy, still over.my shorts. I moaned out a little, and grabbed onto his big arm whole he played with me. He’d moved over.to.my opposite nipple at that point, and was sucking and flicking at it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I kept pushing at his hand, as if I wanted it to go through my shorts. They were soaked, I could feel the wetness from them pushing against my pussy as he teased my clit, kind of pinching at it while he kissed my neck and kept at my breasts. He was driving me INSANE. I wanted to rip those shorts off and wrap my legs around his face. He knew what he was doing, getting me almost to the point of orgasm from his finesse. I was putty in his big hands. He slowly, torturously, slid his hand up my right short leg, running his fingers along my thigh, further up still, slightly hesitating before *FINALLY* running his fingers along my pussy lips. I gasped out and buried my face into him, I pushed at his hand, I wanted it, NEEDED IT. “Fuuuck just please touch me already!!” I whined into his shoulder. It was all he needed. He plunged his thick middle finger between my hungry pussy lips, breaking the seal, being met with a sea of my juices. “Fuuuck, you ARE ready”, he growled, low. He flicked my clit a few times, teasing me a liiiiitle bit more before I moaned a desperate “please”.

He got back down on his knees, took my shorts and eased them down and off. I spread for him, showing him how fucking soaked he had me, wanting him to taste it so, SO badly. Without saying anything at all, he kissed into my pussy, dipping his tongue into it and tasting me. He actually said “mmmm” which excited me beyond what I’d experienced before. He took his time, ran his tongue up and down and around every nook and cranny of me. It felt so incredible. I started to buck my hips a bit, pressing and then kind of rubbing my pussy along his tongue and lips. He slid his hands under my hips and pushed me even closer into his face, so I let loose and just started humping his mouth, moaning out loud. He had thick, curly hair that was soft to the touch as I ran my hands through it, gripping it gently at times, keeping his head in one place when he’d find a good spot or when he eventually starting sucking and paying heavy attention to my hard, swollen, and very sensitive clit. He got it between his lips and pressed down, not really boring but holding it there sort of, while he flicked it with his tongue (I have a bit of a bigger clit than most women, which is wonderful for times like these ?). I lost it at that point, both my hands on the back of his head, fully fucking his mouth and face. He was loving it, I looked down, and watched him rolling his head around in circles, grunting and moaning into my pussy, enjoying every drop of me. That started sending me over the edge. “I think I’m gonna fucking cum”, I gasped. He slowed down for a second, and then eased two fingers deep into me, kissing my clit while he found and massaged my gspot. I squirmed, yelled out again, and he got right back to sucking, devouring my pussy, while rhythmically grinding his fingers into my gspot. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” I screamed, looking down at him, and finding him watching me. That did it. He did a sort of “motorboat” motion all over my pussy as I started to orgasm, rocking my hips and smearing my soaked pussy all over his face, just as he’d wanted. It was almost like he didn’t want to stop, and as insatiable as I am, I wasn’t stopping him. He licked all over my pussy, trying to taste and lap up every drop of my juices. This got me going again, my hips started rocking against His fingers, still deep inside me. I felt him wiggling them against my gspot again, rubbing it in circles. He stuck his tongue out all the way and started licking, just licking, up and down my pussy, flicking at my clit when he got to it, while finessing my spot. He brought me to another orgasm, this one so strong I was shaking afterward. I eventually got him to pull away from my dripping hole and swollen clit, and he had the hugest smile on his glistening, soaking wet face. It made me laugh, honestly. I remember he looked silly covered in my juices and still so happy and smiling. “my parents are probably going to be home soon, I don’t know when they’re supposed to be back”, I said, still shaking. We decided that he should leave before that happened. I offered for him to use the bathroom to wash his face or..anything, and he declined, licking his lips. I assumed he wanted to taste me a little longer, and that turned me on. I pulled my shorts back on, and walked him to the door, “see you at work tomorrow” I said to him. He chuckled and agreed that he would, indeed, see me there. I got awkward then, and just said bye and slowly closed the door, watching him walk across the street, still in total disbelief. 

I ran upstairs and cleaned myself up a bit, got myself together and went back downstairs, back to my cozy couch and tv, like nothing happened. My body was completely relaxed, and I was reeling over what happened, but when my family finally got home, I played it cool. However, I did giggle a bit to myself whenever anyone sat on that couch, for quite a while after. 

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