This is an addition to my original story titled, “Spring Break 2022.” I highly suggest you read it first for everything to make sense. The third chapter, “VIP Guest,” will be the last.
While Tasha’s graduation was not until Sunday morning, I arrived in Santa Barbara just before 3 pm on Thursday. Tasha had rented me a beautiful Spanish-style VRBO home two houses in from the ocean, which I could easily see from the front yard patio. It was a simple three bed and two bath home, about 1800sqft, complete with a small pool and spa in the well-appointed back yard. The pictures online were beautiful.
I had plans to meet Tasha for dinner at 6 pm on the main drag in Santa Barbara, State Street, at the casual dining place Eureka!, a small chain in SoCal. I was looking forward to seeing my daughter as it had been four weeks since her last visit to Napa.
UC Santa Barbara was on the quarters system, like all University of California schools, so her graduation was also on Father’s Day weekend. It seemed like a great opportunity for us to spend one last weekend together before she left for Europe with her friend, and my former hookup, Shane.
The girls planned to leave the following week and spend ten weeks taking the train from city to city, staying at hostels, and enjoying their accomplishments before joining the rest of us in the “rat race.” They had a rough plan they had worked on the past several months but were also planning on “winging it” based on their travels.
I had texted Tasha upon my arrival at the house and told her I’d meet her at the restaurant at 6 pm, but that I was going downtown at about 5 pm to walk around and have a couple of drinks. After parking, I made my way to a spot I’d frequented many times before Tasha’s four years at college, a local brewery tasting room, Figueroa Mountain Brewing.
I entered the tasting room and went straight to the bar. The place was fairly crowded for a Thursday I thought, but I figured other families were in town early for graduation. As I bellied up to the bar and took a seat, I ordered my favorite IPA off their menu. There were several large groups in the place, and I turned around to peek. As I scanned from my left to right, I noticed a large group of several blonde women in the group. I naturally paused to zero in on the ladies and much to my surprise I saw Tasha’s bestie Shane. It looked like she was with her parents and possibly a couple of siblings or friends.
I froze. A dozen thoughts raced through my head. First, she looked stunning. Second, will it be awkward if I go say hello? Third, I will meet her parents. Fourth, do they know we hooked up? Fifth, what the fuck should I do?
Before I could sort through my paranoia, Shane and I locked eyes and she waved. I was half excited and half shitting my pants. I smiled and waved back. I picked up my beer and walked over to their table.
As I got closer Shane stood up and exclaimed, “Scott, so great to see you!” Everyone at the table looked at me and I was a bit uncomfortable, something that never happens to me in real life.
“Hi Shane, this must be your family,” I said. Really, I was thinking in my head, “Of course, this is her family you dumb ass!”
Shane continued, “Everyone, this is Tasha’s Dad, Scott Delu. They’re from Napa and have a family winery.”
Before I could say a word, her father jumped to his feet, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “Scott, so nice to meet you. I’m Jessie Shuman. And thank you for the case of wine you sent after Shane visited your home with Tasha for spring break.”
After many pleasantries and introductions, they asked me to join them, but I explained that I was meeting Tasha at 6 pm. The truth was I was still a bit nervous about seeing Shane, and her parents. This was new territory for me, and I wasn’t sure what to do.
As I excused myself to go back to the bar to pay my tab, I told Shane and her parents, “We need to get together and do something together for the girls before graduation.”
Jessie, agreed and said, “Maybe tomorrow night? Shane says Saturday night the sorority girls have plans later in the night.”
“News to me,” I said. “Dads are always the last to know.”
Shane interjected, “I think we can do tomorrow night for dinner if we go early, about 5 pm. Tasha and I had planned on hitting a few parties.”
After a bit of back and forth, Shane said she’d talk with Tasha, and they’d set something up for tomorrow.
I couldn’t pay my bill fast enough and get out of there. I walked toward downtown and was looking for another spot to get a drink when I decided to just head to Eureka!. Upon arriving I checked in with the hostess and told her I’d be at the bar.
I was pleased to see my wine on the wine list, but I stuck with another IPA. When the forty-something male bartender returned with my beer I asked him, “What do you think of the Delu Vineyards Cab?”
“One of my favorites that we have on the menu. A great wine for the price. It received a ninety-one from Wine Enthusiast,” he told me. “We offer more expensive wines, but this is a great value at $60 a bottle. A great nose, fruit-forward, and a smooth finish.”
“You know your stuff. I’m impressed,” I said. “I must apologize, however. I’m Scott Delu and I own the winery.” The look on Barry’s face was priceless!
“No shit?” he said.
I pulled out a business card, scribbled a note on the back, and handed it to him. “Bring this card to the winery and you and a guest will receive a free tasting, a tour, and one free case of wine of your choice.”
I explained that I was in town for my daughter’s graduation from UCSB. Right about then he looked past me, waved, and said, “Hi Tasha!”
From behind I heard Tasha’s voice, “Barry, have you met my dad?”
We both kind of laughed as Tasha gave me a bear hug from behind. “I asked Barry what he thought about our Cab. He nailed it.”
“Tash, how come you’ve never mentioned your family’s wine is on our list?” Barry asked.
“You know me, I’m low-key. Besides, I don’t want people to judge me as a “Napa Wine Brat,” she said.
She took a seat and I learned she and Barry had become acquaintances about a year ago after Tasha turned twenty-one. Eureka! has a Monday night late night Happy Hour geared towards the college kids.
As Tasha and I were seated at our table I told her about running into Shane and her extended family at Fig Mountain, and how she was going to call her to set up something for early Friday evening.
“So, you met her parents? They’re really sweet. They sent me flowers when Mom died,” Tasha said.
“How nice,” I said. “I see where Shane gets her good looks, her mother Lori is beautiful.”
**
I woke early Saturday morning and took a walk down the hill from the house to Stearns Wharf and the marina area. I took a stroll down the wharf and once on flat land enjoyed a nice jog down Cabrillo Blvd. which borders the beach.
When I arrived back at the house there was a car in the driveway. I peeked in through the passenger side window and no one was in the vehicle. I thought maybe it was the VRBO owner, so I proceeded inside.
“Hello,” I yelled, not wanting to startle the owner. I heard no reply. I looked around the house and found no one. As I made my way down the hallway to the master suite, I heard the shower running.
The bathroom door was slightly open, so I yelled again, “Hello. Who are you?”
There was the sound of a young woman laughing. “Scott, get your ass in here!” my unknown visitor said.
As I opened the door, I saw a familiar sight in the shower: blonde hair, tall curvy body, and a great tan. Shane was in the shower. “How did you get in?”
Shane turned around, “Get in here with me. It looks like you need a shower.”
My shirt was damp with sweat from my two-mile jog and walk back up the hill. “I ran down Cabrillo and hiked back up the hill,” I told her as I raced to get my gym clothes off.
When I stepped into the shower, Shane and I shared a passionate kiss. Almost instantly my cock was hard. It had been three months since Shane had visited the ranch with Tasha for Spring Break. Needless to say, I had jerked off many times thinking about our “sexcapades” during her nine days at Casa Vino.
“How did you get in?” I asked again.
“Didn’t Tash tell you? This house is owned by one of our sorority sister’s families. That is why she booked this place for you and your wife back in October. We know the master key code for the electronic lock,” she said. “I figured this might be our only time to see each other alone.”
Shane took the body gel and began washing my entire body. She playfully washed my cock and balls, and my brown starfish. I happily did the same, paying special attention to her fabulous tits. They were even better than I recalled, probably due to her darker tan.
After we dried off, we lay on my bed and started making out. I let my hands caress her entire body and paid special attention to her tits. I kissed my way down her neck and on her left boob began licking, kissing, and sucking. My left hand was lightly pinching her right breast and I suckled her tit. Shane was slightly moaning in pleasure.
“I need you to eat my pussy and suck on my clit,” she said.
As I continued to suck her tits, I moved my left hand down to her pussy and slowly started to lightly run my finger in her slit. She had some wetness developing from our kissing and the boob play. My finger used her natural lube to spread her juices up and down her pussy, but not touching her clit.
My middle finger went deep into her pink palace. One knuckle, and then two. Slowly I started a nice in and out motion. Shane was lightly rocking her hips in sync with my hand. Her juices were flowing, and I knew I had to taste her.
Moving between her legs I stopped for a moment to savor everything. The sight and aroma of her honey pot were intoxicating. I gently stroked my tongue along her outer folds a few times before going in a bit deeper. Once again, Shane moaned lightly. Using both hands I spread her cunt wide open and looked deep into her tunnel. She was a glossy-wet bubble gum pink. I probed my tongue into her and was overwhelmed by her sweet tangy juice. My tongue was wiggling around her pinkness and Shane was now talking dirty to me.
“Yes. Eat my pussy. Shit, that feels amazing Scott,” she said. “Play with my clit, please!” she begged.
I moved north and easily found her engorged pleasure button. I lightly flicked her clit several times before taking it in my mouth and gently sucking on it. Shane had her hands on my head and was pushing my head into her womanhood. I took this as a clue she wanted more so I started sucking on her nub with all my might. As I sucked, I was also teasing her with my tongue.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck! I’m about to cum!” she exclaimed. Her body started to convulse uncontrollably as she yelled “I’m cumming!” Her legs were shaking, her hands released my hair, and her hips were slowing down their thrusts into my face.
Her whitish creamy cum covered my mouth, cheeks, and chin. I moved up and kissed Shane. “Oh Baby,” I said, “that seemed like a huge O.”
Giggling, she said, “It was. I’m telling you, you have amazing skills.”
We snuggled for a few minutes and shared several kisses when Shane grabbed my cock and said, “I need to be fucked.” She was stroking my cock as she maneuvered so her mouth was now wrapped about my seven inches.
Shane was slowly and sensually giving me a wonderful blowjob, alternating licking, sucking, and stroking my cock. “Don’t forget my boys,” I said.
She laughed as she licked down from my mushroom head, the length of my shaft, and started teasing my balls with her tongue. Long licks, short flicking licks, and finally, she took one ball into her mouth.
Suddenly she sits up a bit and tells me, “I want you to skull fuck me.” Shane lay on her back with her head just hanging over the edge of the bed. “Stand up and shove that dick in my mouth,” she said.
I have seen this on Pornhub but had never done this with Cherie. I slowly thrust my cock into her open mouth. Watching the head of my cock move up and down in her throat was very exhilarating. As I picked up the pace, I leaned over a bit so I could reach her tits and was massaging her tits and tweaking her nipples.
Shane tried to talk so I pulled out. “Cum on my tits. Fuck my mouth and shoot your load on my tits,” she said.
My cock was more than willing to go wild in her mouth and throat as I fucked her hard and fast. I knew I was getting close, so I told Shane, “Lick my balls and I’ll jack off on your tits.”
She did as I asked as I “spanked the monkey” as fast as I could. Her licking was driving me wild, and I shot a huge rope of my jizz all over her left breast. The second gusher of cum landed right in her cleavage, and the third back again on her left boob. I had yelled “Yes!” as I climaxed.
I took a small step backward and told her to open her mouth. I slowly stroked my dick and several salty pearls of spunk fell into her awaiting mouth. I leaned over again and used two fingers to wipe up a good amount of my spunk and stuck my fingers in her mouth. Shane sucked my fingers clean, opened her mouth to show me, and then swallowed.
As she repositioned herself on the bed she said, “That was so hot! And your cum tastes so good too.”
We shared a laugh, and I went to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth, run it under the sink, and returned to clean up the rest of my mess on her tits. When I returned most of it was gone. “What happened to all of that jizz?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“I told you, it tasted great. I swallowed it all,” she said.
Laughing again, “Damn, I missed it. I bet that was a hot sight to see!”
I sat on the bed and suggested a shower but Shane asked, “Have you been in the pool yet?”
Laughing, “I haven’t even looked in the backyard,” I told her.
“Let’s go skinny dipping,” Shane said.
The backyard was a tropical paradise with palm trees, banana leaf plants, and lots of other green shrubs. A decent size pool and patio. “This is wonderful,” I told Shane.
“Yes, it is. This is where we come to suntan naked when the place is empty,” Shane confided. “And it is totally private. Tall fences, no neighbor windows looking in on us, and it is so close to campus.”
“So, this place is owned by one of the sorority sister’s families?” I asked. “Why doesn’t she live here with a few girls?”
Shane laughed, “Right? Well, the family are big farmers in Bakersfield, and this is their vacation home. They come at least once a month, and the entire month of July. There is a group of four girls from the house who are the cleaning crew after VRBO clients like you leave.”
By now we were in the pool and Shane had her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. As we chatted and kissed, she was grinding her pussy into my manhood.
Somehow this old guy was hard again. And turned on. Imagine having a twenty-three-year-old college hottie grinding on her cock as you two are naked in a pool. I had only told my best friend about our previous hookup, and he will not believe me when I tell him about this.
I looked at Shane and asked her, “Want to fuck right here?”
Giggling, she said, “Yes!”
It took a bit of work due to the water and my eighty-percent erect cock, but once I was in her juices were flowing and I could move in and out easily. As I thrust, I also bounced up and down on the pool floor, sending my cock deep into her pussy.
After the fifth bounce Shane let out a little “yip” and her pussy clamped down on my cock. Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she was moaning deeply and loudly. “Fuck, that was amazing. That was a different kind of orgasm. Holy shit,” she stammered slowly.
I had stopped bouncing on the floor but started thrusting faster. After about ten seconds I released a small load into her cunt. Shane dismounted my manhood, and we made our way to the pool steps and sat down.
“That was fun,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Oh, Scott, you’re so sweet. And such a great lover,” she told me.
I realized I had no clue what time it was, and I was supposed to meet Tasha at 11 am for a light lunch downtown. “What time is it?” I asked Shane.
“No clue. Nine-thirty or ten I bet,” she guessed.
We entered the master bathroom through the outside access door and saw it was 10:10am. Shane and I said our goodbyes as she dried off. I jumped back into the shower to wash off the chlorine.
**
Lunch with Tasha was wonderful. We reminisced about her mother and how proud she would have been to see Tash graduate from her Alma Mater. It was then that I handed her a gift bag that had a box in it.
“What is this?” Tasha inquired.
“This is from your mother. Open it up,” I said.
Tash curiously removed the ribbon and opened the box. Her eyes got wide and then I could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes. When she blinked one tear ran down her cheek.
“Your mother asked me to give this to you this weekend. She’d love for you to wear it,” I softly said.
“Of course, I’ll wear her cap and gown. What an honor,” she said with more tears running down her cheeks.
I was now crying too. This sentimental moment was incredible. Just then both Tasha and I shivered.
“That was weird,” she said.
“Honey, that was your mother’s spirit running through us to let us know she is here. She is watching over you. She’ll be with you every step across that stage tomorrow,” I told her.
“Oh Daddy!” she whispered.
Our server stopped by and asked if everything was ok. “Yes, we’re fine. Just a special moment this graduation weekend,” I told her.
**
Our dinner Saturday night with the Shuman family went off wonderfully. Shane and I shared a few casual glances. I did notice her mother, Lori, staring at me a couple of times.
**
Sunday’s graduation for the business school was early at ten in the morning and it went off without a hitch. Afterward, Tash and I had planned to go to a late lunch at the wharf before I made the long drive home.
As Tasha and Shane posed for photos with friends and family her dad, Jessie, approached and said, “Why don’t you two join us at our rental home for lunch? We’re having it catered and there is just the two of you.” He continued, “It only seems natural with the girls being best friends and their upcoming trip to Europe.
Since Tasha gave up her spring break trip to Cabo, I had suggested she take a month and go to Europe with a friend. Naturally, she asked Shane if she’d like to go.
I thanked Jessie for his offer but said it was Tasha’s day, so it was up to her. She loved the idea, so we agreed to join the Shuman family for lunch.
The catered lunch was a wonderful buffet of Mexican food from a great restaurant downtown. Cherie and I often dined there when visiting Tasha. The beer flowed as Jessie and I got to know each other, along with his twenty-one-year-old son, Brady, a student at UC Davis.
As it got later, I knew I should not drive all the way home. I pulled Tasha aside and asked if she could call the girl whose family owns the house to see if I can stay another night. Within minutes Tash told me the family said no problem, and it was no charge for the extra night.
Tasha promised not to drink too much later that night as the group of girls would roam the streets of Isle Vista hitting grad parties of friends and sorority sisters. She said she’d meet me at the Denny’s near the freeway at 8 am.
In the morning we met, had breakfast, and confirmed her plans to pack up all of her stuff and drive home on Thursday. She’d be home for almost two weeks before she and Shane left for Europe.
As I stood next to my car in the parking lot hugging my daughter, I did not want to let go. I gave her a peck on the cheek and told her I’d expect her for dinner Thursday night.
After I got in the car Tash motioned for me to roll down the window. “I heard you had a visitor Saturday morning,” she said with a grin and a laugh. “I love you, Daddy. See you Thursday,” as she turned and walked towards her car.
The End.
