I fuck one of my dad’s work buddies that I had a crush on as a teenager [FM]

My dad works on boats. He is a merchant marine officer which means he’s a sailor but not military. He worked on boats in a lot of different places with a lot of different people. Typically, if he had a job for a while, he would buy a house and run something of a boarding house for the sailors that worked several weeks on and several weeks off. So, a lot of them had other homes in different places.

Even though my parents were divorced, I grew up around sailors. I loved spending time at my dad’s house. I knew how to light a lighter at 3 and I would walk around lighting the cigarettes for all the guys. I knew all the best swear words, I was given whatever I wanted for dinner, and there were very few rules. It was a lot of fun growing up.

When I was a teenager, my dad kept the younger guys away from me because I think he was worried. I remember when I was 16 though, and there was a new hire, and he was just starting out. My dad and him were friends and so he was allowed to be around me and my sisters. I remember we all had the biggest crush on him, and we would argue about who got “dibs”.

I think he started dating someone and moved in with her, soon after that I believe he started working for a different company than my dad. I didn’t see him for several years.

My dad still kept the house for the guys to stay at, but he worked out of state. I went to his house one weekend to get some things and visit with him on a weekend. All of the borders had gone home, so it was just going to be my dad and I, but he got held up at work. He said it was fine and that one of the borders was actually staying there and I could stay in the “pink room”. It was better than the basement where there were bunks so I was excited.

I let myself into the house, went to the pink room, and set my things down. I saw the door to the “purple room” was closed, so I assumed it was the border that stayed behind for the weekend. I went into the main living room and started watching TV. I had seen a lot of different types of people through the years that my dad worked with. Once there was an older man that told us he was from Ireland but had lived in the States for years. His accent was so thick though, I never knew what he was saying. I had met men, and women (though they were less common) from all walks of life. So I was curious to meet the new sailor staying with my dad.

About an hour after I started watching TV, I heard the door open, and the mystery border came out. It was my teenage crush!

“Oh my god hi!” I jumped up and gave him a hug, “I didn’t know you were back!”

“Your dad talked me into changing jobs again and I have been back here for a few weeks now,” he told me.

He looked almost the same to me from the several years since I had last seen him. I was excited to catch up with him, and I asked if he wanted to go to dinner with me. I had been a lot of places, but this area was one of my favorites when it came to food. So, we got ready and went out. I won’t lie, I put a lot of effort into how I looked because, a crush is a crush and I never really got over it.

When we got back to the house, we decided to have a few drinks. My dad had a good collection and had taught me how to drink many of the hard liquors. I obviously had not been drinking (at least not really) when he saw me last, and I wanted to prove I could keep up with the best of sailors.

I was not drunk, but I definitely would say I felt a lot braver after a little while. I decided to tell him all about how my sisters and I had been totally enamored with him when we were younger. He laughed and told me that he knew because we weren’t exactly subtle. We laughed about that and talked about a few of the shenanigans my sisters and I used to get into when we were at our dad’s house.

We moved to the living room and turned on a movie. I cannot remember the movie now, but I told him he reminded me of one of the more ridiculous characters and he insisted I take it back. I refused. So, he started to tickle me, telling me to take it back. I hate being tickled and I absolutely thrash around. So, I took us both off the couch and he caught himself just over me, avoiding crushing me under him.

We were so close, I raised my face up to his, like I was going to kiss him, but I stopped centimeters from him. He closed the distance. We were on the floor kissing and I felt like my heart would beat out of my chest. He kissed me so deeply and passionately, I felt like I was amateur hour. I had had good make out sessions, but this was next level. He wasn’t even really touching me, and I felt hot all over like he was running his hands up and down me, touching me everywhere.

And then… he was. Oh, wow he was. He started simple, somehow, he had propped us up against the couch, so we were in a sitting position and he ran his fingers up and down the length of my arms. I urged him on, and I think I was the one that pulled my shirt off before pulling on his for him to remove his as well. He complied and I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands up and down his back as he kissed my neck and then my shoulder, pushing the strap of my bra off my shoulder.

Suddenly, he stopped. “Is this…. Is this, okay?” he asked.

I nodded and he picked me up and walked to the purple room, pushing the door open before stepping in and closing it behind us. He set me down on the bed, taking the calm opportunity to strip his pants off and then doing the same to mine.

I reached for him again, but he pulled back out of my reach. He shook his head and muttered, “too fast.”

I was confused for a minute, but he climbed on top of the bed and held himself up over me. “Just, give me a minute,” he said before moving down my body. He licked my most sensitive part once before he really got going. I had experienced this before, but never like this. I came almost immediately, but he only gave me a moment before starting again, this time drawing it out. Every time I neared the edge again, he would pull back a little before starting again. I was panting and out of my mind after a while and I may have started begging for him to just fuck me. Finally, he let me have the orgasm, this one went on for a long time and I felt it in every part of my body. I swear I saw stars. Before the stars had cleared, or rational thought returned to my mind, I felt him slide into me.

He didn’t start slow. He moved fast, into me over and over. He pulled my legs up, so they rested against his shoulder as he plunged into me, his balls hitting my ass as I came again. Then I was on my stomach and he was behind me, my knees on the floor and my torso pushed into the bed. He held me in that position with his hands on my back as he slid into me again from behind. I buried my face in the mattress, trying to muffle my growing moans.

“Oh no,” he said, “I want to hear.”

He moved me again, this time he picked me up and made me face him. He plunged into me, I was soaking wet, so it was easy, my legs wrapped around his waist. He used his hands to move me up and down… and with no leverage, I just held on. He fell back and I finally was able to move with him, bouncing up and down on top of his dick as he watched me move on top of him. He seemed particularly taken with the way I moaned and panted because I felt him grow somehow harder and bigger in me. He stopped me again and gestured for me to get on my hands and knees as he moved in behind me for the final sprint. And oh, wow was it a final sprint.

He moved so fast and hard in me, I stopped being able to think all together. My hand’s ability to hold me up went first and I was left with my ass in the air, just holding on, enjoying the ride. I must have cum again because I felt my pussy clamp down on him and he groaned and leaned forward, taking my breasts in his hands so he could plunge into me even deeper, using his grip to pull me back on him simultaneously.

With one final thrust, he pulled out and came on my ass and back, the hot liquid hitting me as he finished. He grabbed something and wiped it off me before collapsing next to me in the bed. My arms and legs would take a few minutes to return to normal. My thinking was starting to clear so I turned my head to look at him, “Can we do that again?” I asked him.

He laughed, “Yeah, but one thing,”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Your dad can not find out.”

I will take that secret to my grave.

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