Authors advisory.
This is a follow on to the story I published a short while ago titled My Best Friend's Dad.
It would be advisable to read that first, but if you do not wish to this should stand alone as a stirring erotic tale.
Both stories incidentally are true.
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Sammi had dressed carefully. She wasn't absolutely sure what she had in mind. After all, she had never seduced anyone before, but the possibility of seducing her best friend Sara's dad was buzzing round her brain as she showered, did her hair then chose the clothing she was to wear to go to the divorced Mark's house.
She was wearing a crisp, white cotton, button up the front blouse. It wasn't tucked into the waist band of the blue denim, micro skirt that ended some nine inches above her knees. Having left the top three and bottom two buttons undone, she knew full well just how much flesh she was showing both above the blouse around her breasts and beneath the hem around her waist and tummy button. She hadn't bothered with a bra, but had thrown on a long, mid-thigh length grey woollen cardigan that she wore undone..
She had a sort of plan, but deep down she didn't expect to see it through. In the back of her mind was the idea of seducing him; well not physically doing that by grabbing his cock or anything like that. In her mind, it was more make herself so sexually appealing that he wouldn't be able to resist her. Part of her felt that he fancied her. She had seen the look in his eyes that she'd seen with other boys and the one older man she'd been with. But she wasn't sure, you never can be with men she thought. Mark might well fancy her and might imagine having sex with her, but would he take the risk? Would he try to fuck an eighteen year old, close friend of his daughter who knew his wife and many of his friends? There was a lot at risk. And on top of that he could well have a strong resolve, high morals in that area and maybe a distaste of fucking eighteen year old kids? But she was determined to put herself in the position to test him, although she didn't feel she could make the first move, girls just don't do that do they, at least not with a man old enough to be her father.
"I am sorry to do this Mark" she said as they stood opposite each other in the kitchen.
Mark felt so nervous. Other than fleeting moments when Sara had left room, he and Sammi had not been alone together.
"What's the problem Sammi?" He asked as she slid the cardigan off and dropped it on a chair.
"They are rowing something terrible again."
"Oh dear, I'm sorry" Mark said feeling giddy at seeing all the bare flesh.
In the flip flops and with the micro skirt her tanned legs seemed to go on for ever. He could see a slash of flesh round her waist, more on her chest and above her boobs where the blouse gaped and on her arms from the elbows down. Her golden, blonde hair looked perfect settling down onto the white cotton covering her shoulders and as she looked at Mark her blue eyes seemed to bore into him.
"Thanks Mark I just had to get away from him" Sammi said softly looking at where the zip on the top of the track suit was undone showing his thatch of dark but greying hairs on his chest. He was clearly not wearing anything under the top and that made Sammi wonder immediately if he was wearing anything under the trousers. The idea made her tingle. 'Maybe I'll find out soon' she thought imagining sliding her hands down the front and finding his cock.
"By the way would you like a drink?"
"May I have wine like you have?"
He poured her a glass and walked her into the lounge.
"Can I get you anything to eat, perhaps some cheese and biscuits?"
"Mmm that would be lovely" Sammi said plopping down on the sofa where she had been fucked by Bill.
That made her think whether she would get to be fucked again on it smiling as the saying 'lightning not striking twice in the same place crossed her mind' as she added. "I haven't eaten all day" looking at Mark's new Microsoft Surface on the arm of the sofa.
Fixing the small meal in the kitchen, Mark could feel his cock hardening at the thought of being alone with Sammi. He doubted that anything would happen and deep down he probably didn't want anything to happen as the repercussions could be truly awful. What he couldn't make his mind up on was whether he would be able to resist the temptation if it was offered!
Rearranging his rampant cock and thanking his lucky stars that the tracky trousers were loose he carried the tray with the platter of cheese, plates, knives, biscuits, and grapes into the lounge. 'Oh fuck' he thought seeing Sammi sitting in the corner of the sofa. The front of the cotton blouse was gaping showing a deep cleavage and hinting strongly that she wasn't wearing a bra. With her feet tucked up beneath her the stupidly, but wildly excitingly short skirt was almost up round her waist. Knowing that he was being 'older man stupid' that made him wonder whether she was wearing panties As he placed the tray on the table he had to bend down and his eyes were at a level and angle where almost, but not quite they could confirm whether she was or not.
I'll just get the wine he said returning to the kitchen almost in a hot sweat. 'How the hell am I going to see this out without trying to fuck her?' He asked himself picking up the bottle of Shiraz and two glasses. Back in the lounge he went to sit in a chair the other side of a coffee table to Sammi when he saw his Surface on the arm near her. Realising in a panic that he had left it on xhamster he unthinkingly leaned across the table and past Sammi to reach for it. Sammi seeing him leaning forward momentarily thought he was going to kiss her. She sat upright, which pushed her little tits up ready to receive his hands and mouth, but then saw that he was reaching for the tablet. 'Bollocks' she thought saying.
"Here let me" as she picked it up causing it to come out of migration. They both saw the image on the screen of pictures advertising a dozen or so porn videos. 'So that's how he gets his rocks off is it?' She thought handing it to him. Sammi couldn't help smiling at the guilty expression on his face, but admired his coolness when he also smiled and said.
"All in the pursuit of research you understand" he said taking the incriminating little computer.
"Of course" she smiled back.
They ate and drank in silence for a few minutes. Both were on tenterhooks and were looking for signs from the other. Signs that they might or signs that they wouldn't. But of course none came and even if they had it was unlikely either would have had the confidence to accept them, just yet!
Mark was trying surreptitiously to look up Sammi's skirt or down her top and was imagining himself undoing the remaining few buttons on her blouse or yanking her skirt up round her hips. At the same time she was still fantasising about sliding her hand inside his track trousers and grabbing his cock, the outline of which she thought she had seen as he leaned across the table. 'He's got a stiffy' she thought, her pulse racing at the idea at what she had done to this so much older man.
"So you were saying about home."
"Yes it's got awful" she said looking very crestfallen.
"I don't want to pry Sammi, but in what way?" Mark said feeling hugely sorry for her.
"That's ok Mark" she replied looking at Mark and seeing the concern on his face. "They really row pretty much all the time, it's getting violent."
"What physically?"
