Brian sat in the quiet solitude of his new apartment. The TV was on, but he wasn't watching or listening. His mind was still attempting to grasp the fallout of a recently concluded divorce from his wife of nineteen years. Neither side had really 'won' anything, other than freedom from the other. The root cause had been a slow, but sure, dissolving of love and trust. It was equally divided among the two of them.
Now, at thirty nine years of age, Brian had to start over. Or was it a new opportunity? That's what all his closest friends kept telling him. He had a real estate career. He would survive financially. Friends told him to take advantage of his situation and do things he'd never done; go places he'd never seen.
All of that was fine. What Brian was having trouble with was everyday life. Little things, like the fact he had gone over a month without sex. Sex with another person, that is. Brian didn't exactly know the rules on when it was appropriate to start looking for another woman, so he kind of let things happen naturally and, so far, that meant nothing was happening.
He was actually rather looking forward to dating again. It had been far too long since he really lusted after someone. Twenty years had passed since a woman willfully gave herself to him. He wondered if a woman his age existed that enjoyed having sex in any room at any time of the day or night. If so, what were the odds of finding her?
This is what kept Brian up late at night.
Fortunately, one bright spot in the whole ugly divorce was Brian's daughter, Alex. She was eighteen years old, but mature beyond her age. She was a comfort to both parents throughout the break-up, but particularly to Brian. She visited often and her naturally cheerful personality always boosted his morale.
Alex wanted to follow in her Dad's footsteps in the real estate business and he knew she had the brains and looks to do it. Now that she was out of high school he could let her work in his office and begin to learn the intricacies of high volume sales. He was sure it would be fun to have her around.
Alex was in a no-lose situation. She could live with whichever parent she chose. She got along great with both. Financially, looking at it from a life-long career perspective, it made more sense to live with Brian. Her only concern was the possibility of another woman entering his life. That could pose a problem.
Her solution was to do what she always did: take a direct approach.
Springtime was quickly turning into summer and the days heated up rapidly. It was a Thursday afternoon and the pool at Brian's condo complex was nearly empty except for Alex and a retired couple. She enjoyed the frequent stares she got from the old man, ogling Alex in her tiny bikini with the bandeau top. She made sure to turn onto her stomach to provide him a view of her ass. The game was fun for her and she knew how to play it well.
Eventually, she saw Brian's car go past and she gathered up her gear and headed to his condo. Her short blonde hair blew in the soft breeze as she walked. This was a life she could live, Alex thought to herself.
Alex entered the condo by the front door. Not seeing Brian in the kitchen or family room, she walked towards his bedroom. Brian was coming out of the master bath, which had a walk-in closet at one end. He wore only his briefs.
"Alex, I'm changing," he told her, with only a hint of exasperation.
"I could tell," Alex said, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
Brian opened a dresser drawer to find socks.
"How was your day?" Alex asked, staring at her father's ass.
"Busy."
"When can I start helping?"
Brian turned toward her and Alex's eyes fell to his crotch.
"Pretty soon. Now how about you let me dress," Brian said.
"You didn't say anything about my new bikini."
Brian replied casually, "I like it. It looks good on you."
Alex rose from the bed and stepped up behind Brian, who was about to reenter the bathroom to get clothes from the closet. Her arms wrapped around his muscular chest and he stopped. She pressed her body against his.
"It's going to be great working for you, Dad."
Brian looked back over his shoulder and said, "It's hard work, hon. It's not all fun and games."
"Oh, I know that," she said, running her nails across his chest. "I'll do whatever you say."
"Good. Now let me get dressed."
"Not yet," Alex said softly. "You need to relax a little."
Her hands slid down his abdomen until reaching the top of his underwear. As good as it felt, Brian was about to force his way out of her grasp. And then one of Alex's hands slid onto the top of his briefs and down to his cock. The palm rested there, pressing on it lightly before starting to slide up and down.
"Alex, I'm your father."
"And I'm old enough to make decisions on my own," she replied.
In just those few seconds, Brian's cock doubled in size. Alex pulled it up from the outside of his briefs so that it pointed toward the waistband. She rubbed it harder. Her other hand moved below his balls and cupped them gently.
"Relax," she whispered.
The head of the cock threatened to peek out of the underwear. Brian was fully erect now and Alex knew it. She reached inside the briefs and gripped the long, hard shaft. Her other hand pulled down on the briefs to expose him. The cock sprung free and Alex pumped it faster.
