My First Facial was From My Friend’s Dad! [FM]

This was when I was 20. Hope memories like this are allowed.

I always had a crush on my friend’s dad, not a big fat noticeable one or anything. Maybe a better way of putting it would be I was always attracted to him. He was a very fit and charming guy, worked as a personal trainer alongside a little real estate thing with his wife. He had a nice dad look, salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, big smile. Always had dad jokes.

Then seemingly out of nowhere one year, he and his wife got divorced. I won’t go into why since it isn’t important, but it wasn’t because of adultery or anything.

This divorce absolutely crushed him. When I would go over their house and he would be around, he’d just be sulking around, still making jokes and forcing a smile, but you could tell he was dying inside. It made me feel bad for him, and I really wanted to make him feel better. So in my pretty immature teenager mind, I thought, hey, I should fuck him. Maybe it’ll give him some confidence. Really I was probably just horny, but eh.

My friend was in college at the time, still living at home and commuting to school everyday. The school was a half and hour away, her classes were pretty long, so I’d have at least 3 hours with him.

I went over there one snowy day in a tank top and tight jeans, along with a jacket. I regretted this almost immediately, as it was freezing out and I decided to walk the 10 minutes there. When I did get there I was freezing, and after he greeted me at the door he quickly invited me in, saying something about how cold it is.

I forget whatever bogus reason I gave him for why I was there, probably something about forgetting something in my friends room, who knows. He invited me to stay for a bit until the snow stopped, then he could drive me home. I said sure, and he made us some hot chocolate.

I took off my jacket at the kitchen table, showing off my tight top and lack of bra. My nipples were hard from the cold, and when he saw me there I could see his eyes roam on them for a couple seconds, before making eye contact with me again. I just smiled and bit my lip. Probably confused him a bit with the signals I was sending.

We drank hot cocoa and talked about stuff, I don’t remember specifics, but it was just small talk. Eventually I swayed the topic of discussion into relationships. It had been a month and a half since the divorce, I was wondering if there was anyone special. He said no, said he thought he was ready to move on now but was waiting for that special woman. I said I understood, I was the same way. I remember him being confused, apparently he thought I was in a relationship. I said no sir.

Our conversation got flirty. I said any woman would be lucky to have him, complimented his fitness. He returned the compliments, saying I was quite pretty myself. Everything he said was respectful as hell.

When he’d make a joke, I’d do the classic bit of laughing and touching his arm. It was making him more confident it seemed. After some more pretty flirty talk, he very non-discreetly invited me upstairs, to check his new sheets. We both knew exactly what we were going up there for though. I guess he didn’t wanna say it explicitly.

His pants were the first to come off. When I saw him unbuckling his belt, I immediately followed suit. We were down to our socks in seconds, and he started kissing me, grabbing my ass, I grabbed his junk and he called me a horny thing. I was on my knees quick and sucking his cock, I remember his member was much bigger than I expected. I didn’t give much foreplay to it, I remember. Just went right into it.

Eventually he pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed, getting on top of me and kissing me, biting my neck, teasing me with the tip of his dick, asking me if I wanted him to fuck me. I was saying yes, practically begging him to. Finally, and slowly, he did.

It was missionary. Slow rhythm at first, then he got faster and tougher, both with his words and his touches, his grabs of my tits and neck, calling me so tight, such a good fuck, so beautiful. I wish he’d call me a slut, but he was too gentlemenly to.

He told me he was close to cumming, and I was so tempted to lock my legs around him and make him cum deep inside me. It was such a strong, hot urge to. But I wasn’t dumb then, luckily.

We shifted around to him in a kneeling position above me, jacking himself, before I took back over control with my hands and eventually my mouth. It was a bit gross, but the dirtiness was great. Stroking and sucking his cock, all wet and weird with my own juices.

He came in my mouth a bit first, it was gross so I took it out and let him cum on my face. I wouldn’t have if I knew how much he was gonna cum. I always assumed you came less as you aged. But when he was done, my face was just covered in his cum. In my hair, a lot still got in my mouth.

I remember him apologizing, and I was just laughing and saying it was all good. He got me some towels, I got the rest off in a quick shower. Before I did though I took a selfie, my face all coated in his cum. I don’t have that pic anymore, but it was the main thing I masturbated to for a couple months after that. My first heavy facial. Made me feel so dirty. So good.

After the shower, he made me some grilled cheese. Talked about some sports stuff that was going on. It’s hard talking to people after sex who you don’t really know, or who you’ve always known in a different way. It’s weird.

It’d stopped snowing by then, so he gave me a ride home. Before I got out, he gave me a pretty awkward, but sincere thanks. I just laughed and said no problem. Asked if he enjoyed it, he said of course. He asked if I did, and I said the same. And that was the end of that.

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