Mark was divorced and lived alone. His twenty-two-year-old daughter, Sara, nominally lived with his ex-wife Eleanor, who had a high-powered job and travelled around the UK a great deal. That meant Sara spent a lot of time at Mark’s house, which had been the family home and was where she had been brought up. Her best friend Jayne also came from a ‘broken home’ and consequently she spent a lot of time at Mark’s place often staying overnight.
Mark had seen Jayne grow up and since his divorce had, or thought he had, got used to her being around the house. It was only during the past couple of months that things seemed to change. That was for both of them as Jayne had been feeling similar stirrings and reservations as Mark.
Recently, when they looked at each, they had started feeling little flutters. When they were very close or they touched, purposefully or inadvertently they both felt as if they had electric shocks. She in a way, almost inadvertently, put out for him as if inviting him to try something, which deep down was what her mind was suggesting. She wore more provocative clothing, left her bra off, wore shorter skirts and when she stayed overnight came down to breakfast in revealing clothing.
Sara was a vague girl. Hugely intelligent she had little common sense and most of the time she was ‘off with the fairies.’ Liked by everyone she went through life seeing the best in people. Rarely criticising or seeing fault she didn’t notice what was going on between her dad and her best friend; she was just pleased that they all got on so well! She was as attractive as Jayne, though not as sexy, and had dark hair with a less full figure and, like her mum, smaller tits than Jayne’s B+ or C cups. Her easy-going manner, relaxed attitude, pretty face and, of course, her elegant, slim figure made her very popular with the boys. Her ‘airy fairy’ attitude and rather liberal views made her along with the golden haired, blue eyed and dazzlingly attractive Jayne somewhat easy lays; they both enjoyed themselves with the boys.
Sex was not new to either of them. Sara, though, had restricted giving her favours to boys of her own age whereas Jayne had been with two older guys, one in his late twenties and one in his mid-thirties. Sara was more of a ‘lay back and think of England’ type of fuck. She wasn’t that participative, but she did give a great blow job. Jayne on the other hand was very into being a mutual partner in a shag and gave as good as she got. She fully appreciated the greater patience of older guys and loved enjoying their knowledge and experience, whereas Sara just wanted to get her rocks off as quickly and as often as possible.
Both Mark and Jayne had felt the nature of the relationship between them changing over the past few weeks, but neither could put their finger on what had started it and why its intensity had been increasing so much. Equally, neither of them could acknowledge to themselves how attracted they were to the other party and could not envisage anything happening, unless of course the other one started it.
That said, as Jayne had laid on her back on the sofa in Mark’s lounge the other night with the twenty-something-year-old boy between her opened legs fucking her it had been Mark’s cock she had imagined doing the lovely things to her. It had been Sara, who was lying on the floor with a younger guy shagging her from behind who had asked later. “Did you say Mark when you were cumming?”
Mark knew that there were dangers with his position. Firstly, he thought. ‘Am I just being a silly old fool thinking I could get anywhere with a beautiful looking sexy young woman like Jayne?’ He was aware of the consequences if he tried anything and really had read everything wrong. Not only would he suffer the embarrassment and indignity of being rebuffed by a girl twenty-five years his junior, but also his daughter and ex-wife and God knows who else would get to know about it and he would become a laughing stock. And even if she said yes and they had sex where could it lead? Again, that said, the concerns didn’t stop him imagining it was Jayne he was shagging when he visited his favourite massage parlour and fucked the Latvian whore with big tits and when he masturbated, which he did more frequently recently!
Jayne had similar concerns. ‘There’s no way a grown man as sophisticated and as worldly-wise as Mark would be bothered with a kid like me, he fucks real women,’ Jayne thought. And on top of that she thought, if I put out and get it wrong what would Sara, Eleanor and my mum think an do?
So, for some weeks they had both struggled with containing their desire for the other and the fear that they might do something silly causing the other to reject them. Deep down both Jayne and Mark, though confident and sexually successful in their own worlds felt lost and insecure when out of them and neither had much hope that anything would ever happen.
That changed, though, the weekend Sara visited Durham University for her entry interviews.
Jayne had initiated it by turning up at Mark’s house on the Saturday evening asking to stay the night. He was excited, but scared that he might not be able to restrain himself. There was no need for that for the last thing Jayne wanted from her best friend’s dad was restraint. Without being too obvious, she was at Mark’s house to offer herself to him and, if all else failed, to seduce him. And that she did to the extent that they kissed sitting on the same sofa where Jayne had recently been fucked, Mark or her, neither were quite sure who, undid the three middle buttons that were done up on her white blouse and she removed it. Her offer was successful to the extent that as they kissed so Mark’s hand went up her skirt, her hand went inside his track suit trousers and he licked her breasts. He was excited to find that she was welcomingly wet between her legs and her nipples were encouragingly erect, while Jayne was thrilled to find that his cock was stunningly hard.
It succeeded to the extent that Mark made her cum quickly with his skilful, experienced caressing then finger fucking. And yes, her offer was accepted to the point that after he had made her cum she had said.
“Well then my darling, why not take me upstairs take all my clothes off and fuck me?”
Holding her hand, he had led her from the lounge, across the hallway and to the wide staircase. With Jayne clad in just her ridiculously short, denim, skirt, Mark had put his arm round her slim, freckled shoulders as they walked slowly up the stairs to his bedroom and maybe to their sexual destiny. Her arm round his waist, Jayne felt very grown up being taken to bed to have sex rather than climbing in the back of lover’s car as was more the norm in her sex life.
Mark laid her in the middle of the bed in what had been his and Eleanor’s bedroom, although since the divorce he had replaced the bed. As he gazed down at the gorgeous vision lying there, it hit him that she was the first woman to lay on that bed and would be the first he had fucked in the house since Eleanor.
“You look fabulous Jayne,” he whispered kneeling beside her in his track suit with the zip half undone so that the top gaped and the bottom bulging with his full erection. He saw her looking at it and smiling as she said quietly.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” as she reached out and ran her fingers up the length of his erection making him shudder with want.
Also smiling he said. “Downstairs Jayne, you asked me to do three things didn’t you?”
“Yes, I believe so,” she replied getting a little nervous as she was not sure where he was going.”
“Remember what they were?”
“Of course, I asked you to take me upstairs and er…………………” she paused having lost a touch of her earlier bravado now that the die seemed to be cast.
“And what else did you ask me to do Jayne?” Mark asked placing his hands on the waistband of her little skirt.
Taking a deep breath and averting her gaze from his she gulped. “And fuck me, I asked you to fuck me, does that shock you, Mark?”
Smiling he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and ran his hand through her golden hair. “No of course not baby it thrills and excites me, but you missed something.”
“What? What did I miss?”
Finding the brass button at the top of the zip on the skirt Mark fiddled it undone. “You asked me to undress you Jayne.”
“Oh yes so I did, fancy me forgetting,” she smiled adding. “But I missed something else,” as she felt the button being undone, the zip sliding down and the top of the skirt parting.
Mark’s eyes focused on the patch of flesh between the opened tops of her skirt. Although he had seen her pubes and pussy just a short time ago, it suddenly became a matter of some urgency for him to see them again. But he was diverted from that as Jayne stroked the outline of his erection through the thin, silky material of his track trousers and said.
“Yes, I missed saying that you should undress too.”
Her boldness had returned. The confidence that she along with many women gain when they take control came back to her.
“So let me do that,” she said softly pulling on the zip of the track top so that it opened completely and his nicely hairy chest was exposed. She kissed and licked it.
“Take it off Mark,” she croaked quite amazed at her bravado as she watched him struggle the top off.
As he was doing that, she moved her hand from where it had been rubbing his erection through the trousers and slid it inside and held the bareness of his hard, hot cock.
“And let me do this,” Mark said pulling on the skirt as Jayne lifted her bottom from the bed. It came off easily. He took hold of the flimsy, white satin thong that she had bought specially for this from Victoria’s Secret. Both staring each other, he removed her last vestige of cover. Jayne smiled at him.