Fucking my father's friend 1

Stacey was relaxing on the couch watching a late afternoon show when she heard the front door open. She heard her father’s voice, along with a second masculine voice she didn’t recognize. She glanced over her shoulder and froze.

He was a young handsome man that looked like he was in his late thirties. He stepped in beside her father with a smile on his face. He was wearing a black T-shirt that clung to his big chest like it was made for him.

 His eyes landed on her, and she felt something ripple through her belly.

“Stacey, this is my friend Luca,” her father said, and she smiled at the man. “Hi.”

He nodded as he looked into her eyes. “Hey.” 

His voice was so deep that it sent a shiver straight down her spine. Her father headed towards his room, saying something about their office work. Luca stayed where he was, still looking at her. His eyes dropped for just a moment, and she knew exactly what he saw. The soft curve of her cleavage was exposed, coupled with the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. So he could clearly see her pouting nipple and the shape of her firm breast.

Her skin prickled under his stare. She shifted slightly on the couch, and his mouth curved into a faint smile. It wasn’t an innocent smile either. It was a slow, knowing smile. Like he was already picturing things he shouldn’t.

Her father came back holding a file. “Have this.”

Luca took it, but his eyes didn’t leave hers for some moments. Even as he turned to speak to her father, she could see the edge of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Thank you. I will work on it.” He said to the dad. His gaze flicked back to her, and her breath caught in her chest.

Her father walked him to the door, talking about arranging the second contract paper. Stacey stayed seated, but she was watching them. Luca stepped outside, then glanced back one last time. Just a quick look. But it landed on her chest before it rose to her eyes. Then he was gone.

The door closed, and the house felt too quiet. She leaned back into the couch and tried to focus on the TV, but her mind kept replaying the way her father's handsome friend looked at her. It wasn't just a casual glance. He was staring at her chest like he wanted to peel her clothes off with his eyes.

She imagined what he would do to them if she let it out for him. She was sure he wouldn't only stare; he would definitely fondle and suck them. She pictured those fresh pink lips brushing over her breast before softly sucking at her nipples. She crossed one leg over the other, pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the heat pooling there.

He was exactly her type of man. He was tall enough to make her tilt her chin up when he stood close. Broad enough to make her feel small in comparison. And those eyes... They weren’t just sexy; they looked hungry. Hungry to feed on her. She bit her lower lip, remembering how his gaze dipped lower when she leaned back. 

Her father walked back into the room. “He’s a nice guy. A very good friend.” he said picking up a card from the center table.

“Yeah,” she replied, keeping her voice casual even though her heart was still racing. “Seems nice.”

But deep down, "Nice" was not the word she actually wanted to use. Nice didn’t cover the way her body had reacted the moment his eyes found hers. Nice didn’t explain why her nipples had tightened under her shirt just from the way he smiled and said hey. She wondered what he was doing now. Whether he was thinking about her as well. Her dad had left to his room.

Her mind went back to that smile. That slow curl of his lips that says he’s already imagined what her moans would sound like.

The thought made her thighs squeeze together again. She let out a soft sigh, staring at the ceiling. She could picture it so clearly. His hands sliding up her bare sides. His lips parting just before they took hers in a rough, hungry kiss.

She wondered what it would be like to taste him. And she also wondered if he’d felt the same spark she had. That first glance, the one that lasted a second too long. No man stares like that without wanting something.

She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the thought. If he’d stayed a little longer, maybe she could’ve found a reason to be alone with him. Just a minute. Just enough time to see if that smile would turn into a touch.

Her lips curled into a faint grin. She wanted him. She wanted to meet him privately, and hear him say exactly why he was staring at her that way.