My roommate’s dad showed up to surprise him but he wasn’t home… [FM]

My roommate is out of town for the weekend. Saturday afternoon I’m alone, fresh out of the shower, hair dripping, wearing nothing but an oversized cropped hoodie and a black thong, scrolling on the couch.

Doorbell rings. I figure it’s a package.

It’s his dad, wearing a fitted polo that shows off arms I’ve definitely noticed before. He’s holding a gift bag.

“Was gonna surprise him for his birthday tomorrow,” he says, smiling when he sees me. “Guess I’m early.”

I laugh, suddenly very aware I’m basically naked. “He won’t be back till Monday.”

His eyes drop to my bare legs, then back up, slow. “Mind if I wait a bit? Traffic was brutal.”

I should say no. Instead I step aside. “Come in.”

He leans against the table, watching me like he’s trying not to. I grab two glasses for a drink, i get a coke from the fridge and bend over a little too far to reach the bottom shelf. When I turn around he’s closer.

“You always answer the door dressed like that?” Voice low, teasing.

“Only when I know it’s someone worth teasing.”

The air changes. He takes the beer from my hand, sets it down, thumb brushing my bottom lip.

“Been thinking about you every time he mentions his ‘hot roommate,’” he murmurs.

I don’t answer with words. Just sink to my knees on the living room rug, pull his belt open, free him, thick, already hard, curving up. I take him slow, looking up the whole time. He groans, fingers threading through my wet hair.

He pulls me up before he finishes, spins me, bends me over the arm of the couch. Hoodie pushed to my neck, thong ripped down.

No condom. He rubs the head through my folds once, finds me soaked, and slides in raw, one deep thrust that bottoms out and makes me gasp into the cushions.

Living room echoing with wet sounds, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, polo still on, wedding ring cold against my skin when he reaches under to circle my clit.

I come hard, legs shaking, moaning his name loud enough for the neighbour's to hear. He slams in once more and unloads.I milk him dry to the last drop.

Stays inside until the last pulse, then pulls out slow, watching his cum drip down my thighs onto the rug.

Kisses the back of my neck, fixes my hoodie.

“Tell him happy birthday from me.”

He left with my thong in his pocket.

I’m still on the couch, leaking him, counting the hours till my roommate’s next trip.