[M4F]Fucking You In My Daughter's Bed While My She & My Wife Are Away

"Hey Mr Cleary, How Are you?”

“Thanks for coming. Aren't you cold? It's not that warm out there!"

“No, I'm feeling summertime. I'm fine, trust me.”

“Come on in. Thanks for coming so last minute. This wasn't planned… my wife’s on a business trip. And now I'm being called away.”

“No, no, you know how I get along so well with your family. I love your daughter, she's darling. Anytime. Im right Nextdoor.”

“Thanks again. I know you already know everything but let me show you around the house.”

And I let you pass.

I can't take my eyes off that dress as I close the door.

“So, you said your wife's already away on business?”

With arms crossed, you lean against the kitchen island and softly rotate yourself into my space while looking up to me.

“Yeah, Molly’s already gone. Help yourself to anything while you're here.”

And with the cutest little wiggle of your hips, with arms still crossed you clarify,

"So she's gone… and won't be back anytime… soon.”

And it catches me off footing.

I clear my throat and continue,

"That's right, she'll be back tomorrow. I know what we usually pay you per hour, but I'll double it for such short notice.”

Your smile is lovely, and you uncross your arms to softly rest a hand on my forearm, saying,

"You know I'll come, last minute or not.”

You take a small step deeper into my space, your hand softly squeezing my forearm while you continue looking up into my eyes,

"I really like seeing you, Mr C.”

Your hand slides up from my forearm to my bicep.

"Well, let's go check out Katie’s room.”

“Oh yeah, I remember her telling me she got a new bed.”

“Yep, big-girl bed.”

“I'll follow you,” you say with a playful slap to my bicep and we turn to walk to Katie’s room.

You behind me.

“Looks like she still loves pink,” you smile as I flick Katie’s light on.

As we step in, you catch my eyes on the curve of you when you turn saying,

"I like her bed! Bet she has a lot of fun jumping on it!"

Then you do it again.

Your eyes hold mine as you say,

"Katie doesn't get off school until 330p.”

You bite your bottom lip. “And your wife’s… gone.”

And you begin eye fucking me.

I can't believe your forwardness in my daughter's room.

Looking me up and down you say,

"I like you in a suit Professor Cleary. Usually I see you around the house looking jeans and tshirt casual. Or with my dad in the garage. But this suit looks sharp. It's a good look."

You very boldly put your hand to my chest.

Your giggle when I stutter and stammer shows me you are in control.

"What's the matter? Did I embarrass you,” you lean into your boldness and again put your hand to my chest.

"Come on.” You say as your fingers move to a button.

"What's the matter,” you ask as I hesitate.

"Are you shy, Mr Cleary? I saw you looking at me.”

And you take one of my hands and put it on your chest.

"We've known each other for a while. I'm 18.”

You laugh as you move my hand over your breast.

Feeling your erect nipple you laugh,

"You… like… boobies right, Mr C?”

And before I can respond, you ask, “How bout this?”

And guide my hand to the warmth between your legs.

With an expert move, you reach between mine.

We stand holding each other's sex in my daughter's bedroom.

“You know, I can't…”

“Feels like somebody disagrees,” you breathe into my mouth as your fingertips outline my erect thickness.

“You're beautiful but…”

Beginning to undo my belt,

"We've got time. I'll make it quick,” you say

I give in, falling onto Katie’s bed.

As you undress me.

And climb onto the bed yourself.

Your hands feeling incredible as they reach into my boxers.