I know it’s weird. I know it’s toxic. But I have never been more attracted to anyone like I have my best friends dad. Every time I go over to her house to sleepover, I make sure to wear clothing that shows a bit of skin. And underneath that clothing I always wear lace panties and a see through bra, just in case.
Just in case one night everyone’s asleep…except for her dad and I. I make sure to spray my vanilla honey perfume on my neck and on my chest, just in case he wants to kiss me there ever so softly and make me whimper with pleasure.
Sometimes when I lay in bed at her place, all I can think about is what he is doing, and if he wants the same. I want to find him late at night, sitting alone in his office concentrating hard on his work. I want to walk up behind him and surprise him with the sight of me wearing my short skirt and tight tank top. I imagine him turning around in his chair staring me up and down, confused but instantly horny at the same time. His large hands would grab my waist and pull me close to him, his breath on my stomach as I stay standing. But then I want him to push me down onto my knees so I can please him. I want to unzip his pants and feel my mouth water as I take in the size of his cock. I imagine his cock is so big and I want it all in my mouth.