Gemma Reynolds’ phone vibrated and illuminated the cup holder of her car. She picked it up to read the incoming text she knew would be from Mindy.
‘We’re doing this right?’
‘Yes! Are you there now?’
‘Yeah. Just got here! Are you at my house?’
‘Yep! I’m ready!’
‘Me too’
‘I think’
‘You’re sexy! Own it!’
‘Have some fun! TTYL’
Gemma set the phone to Silent and slid it into the pocket of her trench coat before checking her lipstick in the vanity mirror. Then she hopped out of the car and went quickly up the driveway.
Her heart raced as she opened the side door of the McNamara’s garage. She walked as quietly as one can in 3-inch heels upon concrete; click-clacking toward the interior door.
She paused upon the step and took a deep breath. Her breasts heaved upward in the satin corset hugging her curves. A corset Mindy McNamara had helped her pick out for this occasion.
****
“I know his favorite color is red. And I’m pretty sure he’s into lingerie because I’ve found ‘Frederick’s of Hollywood’ catalogs around the house.”
Mindy rifled through the assortment of teddies, baby dolls, and bustiers on velvet hangers at the adult fantasy shop.
“I used to think they were my mom’s, but they’ve kept showing up since she died.”
“I’m sure Mitch doesn’t mind that,” Gemma snickered.
“Uck!” Mindy scoffed. “He probably just uses his laptop, like most people under 40.”
They’d laughed as they perused the aisles, inspecting the wide variety of sex toys and novelties. Gemma tried on a few different garments before opting for the scarlet and black piece she now wore—
****
Gemma tied the belt over her coat, concealing her outfit before turning the doorknob and stepping swiftly into the kitchen. Noise from the living room television filled the house and she wondered if it would hide her trespass. Before she could plan her next move the sound of bare feet slapping the tile grew close.
“Mindy, is that you? Back already?”
Gemma’s pulse rang in her ears. She swallowed hard and croaked out “No” just as Richard McNamara came around the corner into his kitchen.
“Oh, hello Gemma.” He smiled familiarly at her. “Are you looking for Mindy? I think she’s out with Olivia tonight.”
Gemma studied him from across the island. He wore faded Levi jeans, and a plaid cotton shirt unbuttoned down to his sternum so that she could see the light brown and gray curls on his tanned, muscular chest. She had always thought he looked like Harrison Ford.
Knowing her intentions, a rush of heat moved through her from head to toe and helped steel her resolve.
“Actually, Mr. McNamara,” she untied her trench coat, “I was looking for you.”
Stepping out from behind the island, he could see her high heels and fishnet tights for the first time.
“Oh?” He lifted one eyebrow curiously and swirled the scotch he held, causing ice to clink against the glass.
Gemma strode toward him slowly, letting her movements blow open the knee-length coat to expose what she wore underneath.
Richard’s eyes traveled up her legs, taking in the garter belts that disappeared under ruffles at the top of her thighs. His gaze made it clear he wanted to see more.
Gemma stopped an arm’s length away from him, slipping the coat from her bare shoulders and letting it fall to the floor behind her.
Richard’s cock twitched at the sight of her. The red and black corset cinched her tits up to her clavicle and emphasized her slim waist. Long brown hair fell about her shoulders.
“You’re a very attractive man, Mr. McNamara,” she gushed, staring into his slate-colored eyes. She took another stride to close the distance between them.
Only inches in front of him now, she reached toward his chest and took the hem of his open shirt between her finger and thumb.
“And I know you find me an attractive young woman.” Her other hand brushed across the growing bulge in his jeans.
Richard took in a metered breath and gulped down the remaining scotch. His free hand spasmed at his side, zealous to touch her. The scent of vanilla mingled with feminine desire hung in the air.
His fingers seemed to move without permission as he delicately ran them from the tulle bottom to the satin top of her corset. Gemma giggled softly when he grazed along her side boob and armpit. His hand trailed along her back, exploring the corset’s laces.
“You certainly are a gorgeous, young woman.”
He emphasized the word young by lifting his brow, a hint of warning in his eyes. He reached around her to set the empty glass on the counter.
Gemma slid both hands into his open shirt and ran them over his warm, toned torso.
“I’m legally an adult, Mr. McNamara. Besides, you’ve been attracted to me since I was 16.”
Richard blushed and started to step back from her but Gemma grasped his wrists and placed his hands on her heaving chest. A subtle ‘mmm’ emanated from his throat as he squeezed her tits.
“I’ve caught you sneaking glances many times.” Her dark eyes bore into him lustfully. “I like to feel you looking at me.”
He ran his hands down her body, feeling the warm satin and lace and palming her firm ass. Gemma unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, lingering on the last button.
She flashed a coy smile as her fingers slid across his belt and along the top edge of his jeans, brushing against his happy trail. Richard watched her curiously, but silently while he continued petting her.
“You deserve to have some fun, Mr. McNamara. You’re always working so hard.”
She grazed her fingernails up his obliques and rested her hands on his pecs. Then she leaned in close, pressing her boobs onto his chest as she whispered against his ear, “Let me make you feel good, Richard.”
******
A few miles across town Mindy McNamara was peeking into the backyard of the Reynolds house through the slats of their privacy fence. She was trying to see if Gordon Reynolds was lying in a deck chair by the pool, reading a book. Gemma had told her that was his favorite place to be on warm evenings.
Mindy’s eyes found him there and observed him for a minute. It appeared he had dozed off while reading as a book lay open across his bare chest. A light breeze ruffled hair across his forehead and tickled Mindy’s exposed thighs. Her heart thrummed with anticipation.
Although she found Gordon Reynolds to be a very handsome man, she wasn’t as confident in her powers of seduction as Gemma. She had fantasized about him many times; his hands on her body, him kissing her all over. But she hadn’t thought of actually being intimate with her best friend’s dad until recently.
When Gemma had first brought up the idea Mindy thought she was joking-—
****
“Don’t act like you don’t turn into a giddy schoolgirl whenever he talks to you. It’s actually hard to witness,” Gemma jeered.
“Shut up! I do not!” Mindy blushed and shoved Gemma’s shoulder from the passenger seat.
“Do too! You think Gordon’s sexxxyyy, you want to hummp hiimmm,” Gemma taunted melodically.
“It’s so weird that you call your dad by his first name. Anyway, you’re one to talk. How many times have you told me you think my dad is hot?” Mindy shot back.
“That’s my point, ya dingbat! I’ve been honest about my feelings for Han Solo. You’re the one acting like a prude.”
Mindy rolled her eyes and looked out the window. Gemma wasn’t wrong. Mindy did get flustered around Mr. Gordon Reynolds. Her temperature rose and she fumbled over her words.
She and Gemma had even had to stop studying in the common areas of the house because Mindy couldn’t focus if Gordon came over to chat with them.
She’d had more than a few sexy dreams about him, causing her to wake up with slick thighs and an aching need.
Mindy was genuinely curious how such a reserved gentleman would act in bed. In fact, she had trouble picturing the mild-mannered divorcee’ horny. Her curiosity was piqued.
“Say I do think your dad is attractive…” Mindy spoke softly.
“Um, you definitely do! I’ve caught you ogling him like, so many times!” Gemma interrupted loudly.
“Okay! Fine!” Mindy turned to Gemma, “So, what’s your idea?”
Over the next several days the girls had carefully planned. Mindy made sure her younger siblings, Mitch and Erica, would both be out of the house on Friday night.
Both Gemma and Mindy told their dads they were going to stay with a mutual friend named Liv. They hoped this would ensure Richard and Gordon would each be relaxing at home alone.
The details were ironed out during a shopping trip.
“How do you know this will work? I mean, I’m sure my dad will go for it when you show up wearing that,” Mindy motioned to the black bag Gemma carried, “but what if Gordon isn’t as…receptive? Should I wear something slutty?”
Gemma chuckled. “If you’re referring to my purchase, I’d prefer ‘sexy’, not ‘slutty’, thank you very much. As to your question, Gordon is not into sluts. I’ve seen the porn DVDs he hides under the bed.”
“You mean you’ve gone snooping for them,” Mindy retorted. Gemma grinned unabashedly.
“My point is, you’ll do fine playing up the varsity athlete look. He is always watching women’s sports, especially volleyball and tennis. Just wear a push-up crop top, some Spandex booty shorts so tight he can see your kitty, and your letterman’s jacket. Shit, he might just cream in his khakis before you even touch him.”
“Jesus, Gemma!” Mindy scoffed. “We are still talking about your dad here.”
“I’m thinking of them as simply men. And Gordon is a man that needs a good fucking. I don’t know how many times he’s gotten laid since the divorce. He goes on a date every few months, but it never seems to go anywhere. I mean, he’s never talked about any of the women afterward or introduced me to anyone. Honestly, I think he’s still hung up on my mom,”
Gemma frowned.
Her mother had left her dad three years ago after having an affair for many months. She was now married to ‘the other man’ and lived in a different city. Mindy put her hand consolingly on Gemma’s shoulder.
“That’s why I want to show him a good time! No strings attached.” She smiled coyly and both girls giggled.
“I hope you’re not trying to become my new stepmom, Mindy!” They laughed boisterously.
****
Now, Mindy found herself on the precipice. Since that initial discussion, she had found her enthusiasm for this plan swelling. She’d had more sexy dreams of Gordon Reynolds and touched herself to thoughts of him.
Mindy wore exactly what Gemma had suggested, hiking her volleyball shorts up to deliberately give herself a camel toe. They were so short her letterman’s jacket covered them entirely and from behind she appeared bottomless. Earlier that day Gemma had French braided Mindy’s hair the way she always did for volleyball matches.
“It helps complete the look,” she’d grinned. “I’m telling you, Mindy, he’ll give you whatever you ask for.”
Mindy unlatched the gate and started across the yard toward Mr. Reynolds. The naughty nature of her plan sent tingles throughout her body. She watched him intently as she approached, careful to notice any stir.
His chest rose and fell steadily, a quiet snore escaping with each exhale. His dark hair was damp and it appeared he’d gone for a swim before dozing off. The dusk sunlight cast golden rays upon him enrobing him in a demigod glow. A warmth spread through Mindy’s pelvis.
Gordon had played competitive tennis throughout his teens and college. At 41 he was still very fit, and Mindy stood admiring his hairless chest and abs, his body more manly than the teenage boys she was used to. She wanted to run her fingers over his broad pecs and feel his hands upon her.
Mindy considered what Gemma would tell her to do in this situation.
She stepped closer to the chair, her sneakers muffling her movement. With a rush of boldness, she swung her leg over him, so she was straddling his waist but not touching him at all.
She reached for the book he held against his chest, trying to ease it away delicately. Gordon’s eyes fluttered under his black-rimmed glasses, and he instinctively gripped the book tighter.
Mindy maintained her gentle tug and the resistance caused him to peek one eyelid open slightly. Her mouth perked up at the corner as she pulled the book free.
“Wouldn’t want you to wind up with silly tan lines across that handsome chest,” she trilled at him sweetly.
His sleep-laden eyes first landed on her crotch as she swayed only a few feet from his face. The black fabric clung to her wet crevice, leaving nothing to the imagination.
His gaze moved up to her waist and back down her long, tan legs. The sight caused his dick to stir but the setting sun obscured his view of the intruder’s face.
He wondered if this was a dream, the haze of sleep still shrouding his clarity.
Mindy leaned to one side in order to set down the book. The scent from her moistening mound wafted on the breeze into Gordon’s nostrils.
He hadn’t known the intoxicating smell in too long. It made his cock swell and his mouth water.
Mindy’s leg grazed his ribs as she moved, and the sound of the book plopping onto concrete caused him to open his eyes fully.
“Mindy?”
His tone was befuddled, and he looked her over again, from knees, to tits, to square in the eyes. A flash of confusion crossed his handsome face.
“Hello, Mr. Reynolds.”
She reached one hand forward and let her fingertips trail lightly across his collarbone, down his sternum, over his abs… He shuddered under her touch and watched her with a slack jaw and questioning eyes.
Mindy swayed her hips, undulating her body in front of him. She pulled at the lapels of her jacket to reveal more of herself.
“Do you like what you see, Gordon?” she asked as she squatted down so that her ass just barely grazed the tip of his growing erection.
The unexpected contact caused him to inhale sharply and widen his eyes.
“Ohh, so you do like the view,” Mindy smiled at him, standing back up. She was starting to enjoy this teasing game.
“Mindy, what are you…” his arms raised toward her as he spoke and she wasn’t sure what he was planning to do.
Quickly, she sat down on his lap and his turgid shaft nestled into her warm cleft. Gordon fell silent mid-sentence.
He was shocked at her audacity, as was Mindy. She flexed her pelvic floor and felt his dick twitch in response. A subtle groan escaped his open lips.
“Did you know that I have a little crush on you, Gordon?” She rocked ever so slightly to and fro, rubbing her clit against his groin. Gordon finally spoke clearly.
“I had my suspicions.” His hands held her waist firmly and his thumbs stroked over her hip bones.
Mindy felt the warm flush creep up her belly toward her chest and neck. She ran her hands up his torso to the nape of his neck, lacing them through his damp hair. He relaxed into the pressure, closing his eyes and slowly rolling his head back and around at her direction.
His hands traveled up her sides to caress her breasts through the tank top. Mindy leaned forward and kissed his collarbone, up the side of his neck, toward his ear.
“I like the feel of your hands on me,” she whispered. “I want to feel more of you.”
A contemplative Gordon smirked as his hands kept roaming over her warm curves. Mindy had never seen him look so beguiling. He took one finger and pushed his Clark-Kent-esque glasses up his nose. His dark eyes stared at her intently.
“Where is Gemma?”
Mindy tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him curiously. “Do you always think about your daughter when you’ve got a hard-on?” She gripped at his pulsating shaft through swim trunks.
Gordon shot her a compunctious look and his face reddened, as though he wanted to be indignant at her words, but they held some bit of truth. After all, his daughter was basically a younger, more voluptuous clone of his ex-wife whom he’d worshipped.
They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, his hands still clutching her waist. Mindy broke the silence.
“She’s not going to catch us, if that’s what you are worried about.” She looked around the backyard, already knowing they were alone and couldn’t be spotted except from inside the house.
“Gem’s away for the night and no one can see us out here, Mr. Reynolds,” she purred in his ear. She ran her hands over his smooth chest and pulsed her body up and down on his lap, forcing him to focus only on her.
“It’s just you and me, Gordon. All alone.” Her forearms leaned against his torso and her lips almost touched his as she spoke, lingering on each word, “What could we get up to?”
*****
Richard McNamara held Gemma’s waist as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the kitchen floor alongside her jacket. He ran his hands up the back of her neck and tangled them in her long, dark hair.
Gemma delicately kissed his ear, along his jawline, until she met his lips. Her tongue sought his out and he kissed her back eagerly. He tasted like sweet, smoky booze. She felt her twat tingle as she explored his mouth.
“Mmm,” she grinned at him, licking her lips, “I’ve never tasted scotch before.”
Richard smirked, still curling his fingers in her silky strands. Gemma brought her lips to his again and he held her head and kissed her back passionately, almost ravenously.
They continued kissing as Gemma unfastened his belt and felt his hard cock straining against the jean’s zipper. She pulled it down with a deliberate slowness until his erection tented out in his boxers. He moaned when she stroked him gently through the thin fabric.
“Admit it, you’ve thought about me while you beat off, Richard,” her dark eyes pierced his own.
“Oh, I’ve thought about fucking you, Gemma,” he blurted out, staring at her luscious figure.
Gemma giggled and flipped her long locks over one shoulder. Her fingernails slipped between his hips and the wide elastic band.
“So, you’re saying, I could make one of your dreams come true?”
She smiled coquettishly and pulled his boxers down as she dropped to her knees on the cold kitchen tile.
Mr. McNamara didn’t speak but pushed Gemma’s hair out of her face and gathered it in his left hand. His erection bounced just in front of her painted lips. She tilted her head up to find him looking down at her, slack-jawed.
“I’ve wondered for a while what your cock looks like, Mr. McNamara.”
Her warm breath blew over his member. She maintained eye contact with him as she licked the drop of pre-cum off his slit eliciting a slight gasp from Richard.
Gemma figured he hadn’t had a blow job in some time, and she was only too happy to use her skills for his pleasure. Her tongue swirled around his glans, then her lips pushed over the tip and slowly up his shaft until his entire length filled her mouth.
He was firm and hot and pulsated in her mouth. Gemma drew back and forth, lubricating his member with each pass. His balls were bigger than the schoolboys she’d been with and she held them in her palm, feeling their weight.
Richard gripped her hair more tightly and began to guide her movement. Gemma complied, sliding his length in and out of her throat, rubbing her tongue along its sensitive underside.
She dragged her fingernails along his muscular thighs, tickling him lightly. He moaned and pulled at her head more urgently. Gemma hummed as she slurped his meat, her hands holding the sides of his ass to stabilize herself.
Mr. McNamara stared down at her, almost in a trance. He gripped her hair tighter and groaned, “I’m gonna blow.”
She locked eyes with him as he began spurting hot jizz into her throat. She swallowed much of it but felt some pouring down her chin.
Richard grunted rhythmically with his cock spasms until he softened in her mouth, and she released him. Richard extended a hand to help her to her feet.
“Wow, Gemma. You’re quite good at that,” he smiled at her appreciatively.
“Thanks,” Gemma giggled leaning on his chest to steady herself in heels.
“Oh no, Gemma,” he put two fingers under her semen-coated chin and tipped her face up to meet his gaze. “Thank you.”
His other hand surprised her when it suddenly cupped her hot mound. She gasped softly as his middle finger pressed through the opening of her crotchless panties, slipping easily into her slick crease.
“Mmmm,” he trilled. “So wet…and tight.”
He slid another digit into her crevice and stroked back and forth, grazing her hard clit. Gemma squirmed and whimpered in delight.
Richard brought the fingers to his tongue and licked them like he was sampling frosting from a cake.
Gemma watched him with a curious smirk. She’d been fingered before but the skills of teenage boys should hardly compare to this grown man. She liked watching him taste her.
When he knelt, Gemma thought he was going to pick up his clothes off the floor, but instead, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and swiftly lifted her off the ground.
She shrieked with surprise and giggled as he carried her down the hallway.
“I wanna take my time with you.”
His voice had an uncharacteristic sultry tone to it. Her tits bounced against his stubbled cheek.
Richard tossed her gently in the middle of his king-sized bed. Moonlight streamed in through the window, covering her body like a spotlight. He stared down at her, letting out a guttural noise of satisfaction.
“You are spectacular.”
Gemma’s heart raced. She writhed in anticipation of his next move. He leaned forward with hands on her thighs and poked his tongue into her drenched cunt.
“Oh my God!” Gemma panted at his touch.
While he lapped at her juices, his skilled fingers unhooked the garter straps from her fishnet stockings.
He pulled her back to her feet and twirled her around once like a dance partner. The loose garter straps flailed as she spun. His hands explored her waist until he found the zipper concealed under her right arm.
Gemma smiled as he inched the zipper down, letting the lingerie fall to her feet. She stood before him in just her heels and stockings, feeling like a model in a porno mag. Her full D breasts swayed proudly in the moonlight.
“Stunning perfection,” he crooned, admiring her.
He leaned in and she met him in a passionate kiss, wrapping a hand around his shaft and caressing balls.
Mr. McNamara held her boobs, feeling their warm weight in his palms. He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth, coaxing them into hard nubbins. Gemma’s pussy was boiling.
Richard guided her back to the end of the bed and she sat down. He pulled her high heels off one at a time and then rolled each of her fishnet stockings down slowly, kissing along her legs as he went.
“I wanna see your lovely, sweet pussy,” he purred. Gemma could feel the sticky nectar clinging to her lips as he pulled off her sopping skivvies.
Kneeling in front of her, he inhaled her heady musk. Then he pushed her feet up toward her hips, spreading her legs widely and giving him full access to her. Gemma smiled demurely, feeling exhilarated by her immodest display.
Richard proceeded to give her the best oral sex she’d ever had. Long, languid strokes along her labia and lips sealed around her clit. She tugged his hair, and he groaned, vibrating against her.
His hot hands pushed her cheeks apart wider, and he swirled his tongue around her pucker. Gemma squealed and squirmed under his grip. Richard rimmed her dark star for a minute while his finger brushed across her clitoris and slipped into her moist cunt. Then he stiffened his tongue and poked it into her asshole.
“Holy fuck!” Gemma shrieked and gripped the bedspread.
He added a second finger to her dripping pussy and tongue fucked her ass until she climaxed loudly, feeling hot liquid gush onto her thighs. Richard sucked her pussy into his mouth, slurping up her juices.
“Mmm, delicious.” He smirked with satisfaction, his face wet with proof of her pleasure.
Gemma lay back and closed her eyes to revel in the aftershocks of her orgasm when she felt Mr. McNamara’s hard cock pressing against her perineum. He stroked the tip slowly up and down, smearing her juices around tauntingly.
“Is this what you came over hoping to find, Ms. Reynolds?” He stared down at her, teasing her tight, young twat with his hot helmet.
The tone of his question and his intense gaze made Gemma feel a strange mix of embarrassment and self-assurance.
“Yes, sir, Mr. McNamara.” Her voice came out quieter than she expected but she stared back into his eyes boldly.
Richard pushed his meat between her swollen lips and Gemma’s eyes widened as he filled her up, inch by inch. She clenched down around his thick rod as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly. His thumb rolled over her sensitive bud, and she whimpered, writhing under him.
Gemma felt electrified. Sweat beads dotted her sternum and forehead. Her arms wrapped around Rich’s neck, raising her chest to meet his. She nuzzled her face into his neck and pressed her teeth into his collarbone.
He brought both arms around her back to hold her tight against him, tangling his hands in her dark hair. His varied his rhythm, pumping into her fast and shallow, then burying himself deep causing her to shudder.
“Oh fuck, Gemma! I’m gonna cum,” he grunted in her ear.
“Do it! I want you to fill me with your spunk, Rich!” Gemma shrieked breathlessly. She wanted nothing more in this moment than to feel his hot seed paint her pussy walls.
Richard’s dick spasmed deep inside her, spurting his load right against her G-spot, pushing Gemma over the edge. Their sweaty bodies quaked against each other and their sounds of passion filled the room.
He collapsed next to her on the bed, breathing heavily. Gemma rolled over and wrapped an arm and leg around his body, snuggling into him contentedly.
“That was incredible, Rich. I’ve never cum so hard.”
“Happy to be of service,” he beamed, brushing strands of hair from her cheek. “Thank you for sharing your gorgeous body with me, Gemma.”
****
A mischievous smile crossed Gordon Reynolds’ face as he studied the blonde teenager trying to seduce him. Mindy held his gaze, licking her glossy lips suggestively.
“Take off that jacket,” he commanded with a firm but sultry tone.
She stood up and made a show of pulling each arm out of the coat before dropping it beside the chair and putting her hands on her hips, shifting them back and forth teasingly.
“Now what?”
Gordon was running his hands slowly up and down her firm thighs, grazing her spandex-covered labia with the edge of his thumbs. His dark eyes flared with desire.
“Now, take your top off.”
He stopped stroking her thighs as his hands tightened their grip on her ass, fingertips pushing into soft flesh.
Mindy crisscrossed her arms and hooked her thumbs under the hem of the top. She wanted to take it off slowly, continuing this strip tease, but the tight nature of the garment meant it had to be removed in one quick swoop. She pulled it over her head and stood with her arms raised, the tank top dangling from one finger.
Gordon’s lusty grin widened, and she saw his cock jump in his shorts. Mindy giggled, feeling the breeze on her bare tits. She playfully tossed her top at him, and it hit him square in the face before silently falling to his chest.
“You’re more of a brat than I realized, Miss McNamara,” he hissed, pulling her down to his lap again.
Mindy’s breath hitched as her swollen bud made contact with his hard manhood. Mr. Reynolds had always called her Mindy and hearing him say ‘Miss McNamara’ somehow enhanced the illicit nature of their interaction.
The formality created a sort of power dynamic Mindy had not been consciously aware she craved. She wanted to submit to him.
Gordon’s warm hands palmed her B cups, and his thumbs circled her pale pink nipples until they became stiff buttons. He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around her areola and sucked them softly. Mindy moaned and laced her fingers through his thick, coffee-colored hair. No one had played with her tits like this.
She arched her back, pushing her chest out for him. He stroked her waist, back, and shoulders while his mouth played across her chest. Mindy wasn’t ashamed of her full Bs but they didn’t garner much attention from her male classmates.
The way this older man mixed in gentle caresses with firm squeezes and teeth grazes caused her to squirm on his lap. She could feel her wetness seeping into the thin shorts.
Gordon’s lips nibbled her collarbone and up her throat, until Mindy grasped his face and kissed him greedily. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and he returned her advances. She was practically vibrating.
“Stand up.” He spoke huskily in her ear as she was sucking the side of his neck.
Mindy ground herself against his erection, a whine escaping her. She put her hands on his shoulders and rose from his lap with a pout.
A sly smile pricked out of one corner of Gordon’s mouth as he eyed her up and down. Mindy blushed and instinctively cupped her hands over her breasts. She wasn’t used to displaying her body so wantonly.
“Don’t be shy now, Miss McNamara,” Gordon spoke, sensing her sudden insecurity. “You’re a beautiful young lady with an incredible body.”
One of his hands reached for her wrists, beckoning her to uncross her arms. “I’m so glad to finally see more of it,” he winked behind his glasses.
Mindy smiled bashfully and dropped her arms, letting Mr. Reynolds run his index finger from her sternum down her flat tummy and rest it at the top of her teeny shorts. He gently tugged at the waistband, summoning her to step closer to him until her groin was only inches from his face.
Gordon smiled knowingly, now close enough to see the wet spot on her shorts. He leaned forward and kissed Mindy just below her navel, causing her to flinch. His warm lips tickled across her abdomen from one hip bone to the other, barely grazing the top of her shorts.
Mindy could feel the moist heat growing between her legs. Gordon squeezed her ass cheeks and then slipped one finger under the gusset of her shorts, touching her slick lips.
Mindy gasped at the intrusion but shifted her hips to welcome his probing. She entwined her fingers in his dark hair and tilted her head back. Gordon added a second finger and slid them between her swollen folds. He found her clit easily, eliciting a tremble from Mindy.
“So juicy and ripe.” He pressed his mouth to her slit through the shorts and blew hot air against her. “I need you to take off those shorts, Miss McNamara.”
Mindy’s cunt ached with need. She’d never wanted to feel a hard cock inside her as badly as she did right now. Like dismounting a bicycle, she swung one leg over the chair and stood facing his side. She hesitated as Gordon swiveled around to face her.
“Do you need some assistance?”
He tucked his fingers into the waistband and pushed the tight shorts down her thighs just enough to expose her trimmed blonde bush. Her womanly scent filled the air, and Mindy saw Gordon’s erection strain against his trunks.
His mouth found her mound once more and kissed her soft curls. His tongue pushed into her slit and they both let out moans. He curled the tip of his tongue and lapped at her for a minute before yanking the shorts down to her ankles. Mindy stepped out of them obediently.
She giggled at herself, now naked except for her cross trainers. She’d never felt so exposed, yet she yearned for more attention. Mr. Reynolds smiled adoringly as he took in her visage. The setting sun gave her blonde braids a golden, almost angelic, aura.
His mouth latched to her sex and his tongue slid up and down her lips, like he was French kissing her pussy. Mindy let out quiet moans of approval.
“Turn around,” he instructed, guiding her into a 180 with hands on her hips.
Mindy looked out upon the backyard, excited for what would come next. She’d never had sex outside before.
Gordon ran his fingertips from her ankles up her calves, tickling the back of her knees and trailing languidly up her inner thighs before massaging her buttocks. Mindy felt a hot trickle of fluid drip from her labia.
“Bend over.” He ran his hand up her spine applying gentle pressure. “And touch your toes.”
Mindy’s hands slid along the front of her legs until they rested on top of her sneakers, her most intimate bits now on full display for her best friend’s father. He made a throaty ‘mmm’ sound.
Mr. Reynolds held her hips with warm palms and ran his tongue up her crevice from end to end. Mindy twitched when he flicked her clit and again when he brushed her anus.
No one had touched her there before. He licked her deliberately, tracing the edges of her tight entrance. He sucked and nibbled at her labia, making her wriggle at the sensations.
Only two boys had ever gone down on Mindy and they had not made her feel anything like this. Her knees began to shake as Gordon flicked her love bud mercilessly.
“Oh, oh my, oh my God,” she muttered breathlessly. “I really need you inside me.”
Gordon didn’t need any more encouragement. One hand fell away from her hips and she heard the swishy noise of his swim trunks coming off. She began to turn around but his hands were back on her pelvis holding her still.
Mr. Reynolds stood up behind her, the head of his stiff cock brushing her lips. He ran the tip up and down her slippery twat a few times until Mindy was practically begging for it with her whimpering.
One hand wrapped around her pelvis and the other guided his hard shaft to her pulsating gap. When he pushed slightly his helmet disappeared into her wetness and she gasped, then relaxed.
“Ooh, yes,” she moaned.
Although she was on the pill this was the first time Mindy had experienced a bareback dick. It was hot and smooth against her flesh. She clenched down around him and savored how he felt against her inner walls.
Gordon thrust slowly at first, letting her get a feel for his size. As Mindy began to push back into him, he thrust faster and deeper, finding a rhythm with her. His hands worked up her torso, palming her young tits, holding her body against his as he pounded his hips into her ass.
The dusk light faded around them and Mindy focused on the sound of their wet skin slapping together. Mr. Reynolds’ hard, hot cock stretched and filled her teenage cunt like nothing she’d experienced before. The staying power of the older man gave her time to focus on the sensations overtaking her.
She ran a hand down her belly and found her clit, more engorged than she’d even known it could be. Her fingers swirled around it in little circles making her vagina clench and release.
Her pulse thrummed in her ears and a heat pooled deep within her. “I, I, I think I’m going to cum!” she nearly shouted.
Gordon kept pumping into her and Mindy’s body arched and convulsed violently. He held onto her hips to keep her from falling as she came hard, knees trembling. Her contractions squeezed his member, and the wash of her hot nectar caused him to blow his load deep in her spasming vault.
Mindy let out a tremulous “O-oh!” as his warm seed coated her inner walls. She intuitively pulsed her pussy, milking him until he went soft inside her.
He slipped his flaccid penis out, embracing her body tightly against him as he kissed her neck and shoulder. He sat back down on the deck chair, pulling her into his lap. They watched the last hint of sun slip below the horizon as they caught their breath.
****
Mindy awoke the next morning to her phone vibrating incessantly. One eye squinted open to see a missed call and a cluster of texts from Gemma. Bright sunlight streamed around the edges of the closed curtains. She stretched her naked body between soft sheets when she suddenly remembered where she’d fallen asleep.
She sat up and glanced around, finding a note on the nightstand. A slight smile pricked at the corner of her lips as she read it.
‘Had some errands to run. There’s OJ and coffee downstairs. Thanks for last night. -G’
Her phone buzzed again, and she answered with a groggy, “G’morning.”
Gemma giggled on the other end. “Sounds like you had an eventful evening. Want to meet me for breakfast at IHoP?”
“Sounds great,” Mindy yawned, “but let’s agree we don’t need to share every detail about what we did last night.”
