“Fucking Clair” you grumble to yourself as you pass yet another shit Nickelodeon show on sky. They were all out there now playing in the pool, in the sun. Clair in her whorish little bikini trying to get some attention from Suzy’s dad, David (David, always an “id”, never Dave). Of course the bikini could be for Suzy’s little brother too, Max but he was all video games and skin and bone. It was a wonder they had coaxed him out into the sun at all really. Maybe the bikini did have some effect.
Despite yourself you began to feel your eyes well up and your throat choke up. “Fucking Clair” you whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek and onto the plain black one-piece that lay scrumpled on your lap. How were you meant to compete with her. You just wanted to go and play by the pool why did SHE have to fucking be here.
I creak in the doorway gave away a presence and you see him standing in the doorway. You quickly wipe your tears from your eyes and do your best to smile.
“Mr Andrews! Sorry, I just didn’t feel well and didn’t want to come down and spoil everyone’s fun” you say in a hoarse rasp, expertly controlling your breathing. You are no stranger to crying after all.
“No need to explain Sam,” He replies, raising a gentle hand to calm you. “And you can call me David, I told you that.”
You try your hardest to look him in the eye. Every part of you is screaming at you to keep looking him in the eye and not let your eyes wander down his chest glistening from the pool water or the obvious bulge that stil made itself known beneath a pair of swim shorts and the admittedly undersized towel.
“Pool mix is not quite right and it is playing havoc with my eyes so I am going to grab a shower in the wet room then we can get started with the barbecue. When Mrs Andrews gets home, can you ask her to light the grill right away?” He adds after a few eyewatering moments.
He turns and walks into his room, and you hear the shower heads in the en suite gush into life moments later. Maybe it was boredom or curiosity or just because you felt like Clair had a crush on him but you decided to go and see more of Mr Andrews than the bitch ever would.
Like a cartoon charater on the TV you left at high volume you tiptoes and creep into the master bedroom, your heart pounding harder with every step. Somehow the touch of your bare feet on the deep pile carpet sounded like crisp packets to your paranoid ears.
The door was a sliding one on rails, designed to stop the doorway interfering with the bedroom no doubt and moved on very well-oiled hinges which lent itself well to being cracked open by small amouts to peek inside. This was assuming that Mr Andrews had not bolted the door in which case your adventure would be over before it began.
The door resisted your touch and your heart sank only to flutter a moment later as the laquered wood gave way and slid a few centimetres to the side.
Steam swirled around the wet room, pumped out by the huge ceiling mounted shower head and sucked outside by an extractor fan. You deliberately did not look at David. Up until now it had all been a game. Once you saw him naked in the shower it made you kind of a creep. But you couldn’t just walk away. You wanted to see what Clair was so desperate to see but didn’t have the courage to take for herself. You were stronger than her.
His body glistened in the hot water that flowed over his shoulders and down his back. His ass was firm and chiseled as were his thigh from weekly bike rides with his family. You bite your lip without thinking as you willed him to turn and face you so you could see the rest of what you want to see and run back to the TV with the memory stored safely for later.
Water cascaded from his head as he turned slowly, presumably to rinse some soap from his slightly greying cropped hair. Your eyes drifted from there over his kind features, you breathed a sigh of relief to see his eyes were closed. His chest was sculpted and his modest stomach held a short trail which lead to…
You mouth hung open. Do they do that on their own? David’s penis looked like it was rock hard was it the shower? The heat? The water? Your face turned to a frown. Clair? Was he hard because he was thinking of that fucking whore Clair in her fucking whore bikini? Your hands balled into fists at the thought. If he was thinking about her you had to get more. Just seeing wasn’t enough.
Pushing the door a little more you stepped in just as the runner hit a kink and the door shuddered. You froze in place, too terrified to move.
“April? I thought I asked Sam to tell you about the barbecue. Can you light it please? Fucking chlorine is all off and my eyes are killing me again. I need to fire that pool boy.” David says, his eyes still clamped shut as the water ran over his face and hair.
You panic. What the fuck do you do now? If you leave and run away it will be obvious who it was as Mrs. Andrews still isn’t home and if you don’t answer soon he is going to open his eyes and see you.
“Shhhh” you managed between erratic breaths as your own heart tries to escape through your mouth. You quickly step closer to him and kiss his chest. Butterflies form in your stomach as the taste of a man tickles your senses for the first time.
The shower soaks you in moments and your shirt and school skirt are almost instantly sodden, your hair is wetted down and hangs over your face as though you have been caught in a thunderstorm. David goes to speak but another “Shhhhh” seems to convince him you are his wife and he falls silent once more as you kiss his chest again and again. You hand subconsciously searches for and finds his penis standing proud and hard against your stomach. You never realised how tall Mr Andrews was until now.
Not really sure what your end goal is from here, you look down and admire the shimmer of the water and the slipperyness of his cock as you pump with your small hand. David moans and tilts his head back as you play. It feels good to have so much control over your friend’s dad.
Instictively and possibly from watching entirely too much porn to distract yourself from your life you lower yourself to your knees and examine his cock closely, picking out every vein and every twitch as you tease him with untrained hands. You open your mouth and reach out with your tongue and lick the tip of his throbbing member.
“Oh fuck April you haven’t done this for me in years,” he moans as you take the head of his cock in your mouth and taste his salty-sweet semen for the first time. You feel his hands on the back of your head pulling you closer and pushing his huge dick deep into your mouth. “Still think you can take it all the way down your throat honey? It has been a while.”
Your eyes go wide in panic again. Fuck no you don’t think you can. Jesus fuck, is Mrs Andrews a former pornstar? His cock is massive and he is pulling you harder and harder against him.
“No no, remember baby you need to angle your head like *this*” he moans as he tilts you head downwards slightly and your throat opens for him, his entire shaft plunges into your mouth and down your until about 3 seconds ago unused throat. You expect it to hurt but between your saliva, his juices and the shower water the slick shaft slides effortlessly back and forth as Mr Andrews inadvertently teaches you how to deepthroat him.
Your pussy by now is completely soaked and throbs, yearning for some attention and you are just thinking about you get the cock inside you when with his shaft still balls deep in your throat a door slams and voice calls out from down below.
“David! I’m home! Food is on the side, I am going to check on the kids and get the barbecue lit.”
Mr Andrews stops thrusting into your mouth. You manage to look up through the falling water as he pulls a flanel from the rack and wipes the water from his eyes.
You manage a weak smile up at him as his still erect dick pops from your mouth and he looks down at your tanlged hair and waterlogged uniform.
“SAM?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He manages to shout while whispering. “What are you doing? Get the fuck out of here!”
Shame overtakes you and you stand and go to run out of the door. An image of Clair’s smug face and the aching in your loins stops you at the door. You close it and bolt it.
“Sam get out.” David repeats, trying to be stern with you all of a sudden. “I’m serious.”
“Fuck you, Mr Andrews.” You whisper angrily as you step towards him.
You step closer, unbuttoning your blouse as water runs down your face from your soaked hair. You see smudged mascara on your face in the mirror but a look of determination that even surprises yourself.
“Or would your prefer that I just scream right now?”
David hesitates and you take a sharp inhalation of breath as if to drive home your point. Panic flashes across David’s face and he holds up a pleading hand.
“Please Sam this is wrong,” he says as you step closer again, your blouse falling wetly to the floor, closely followed by your fairly pointless bra. “You could get pregnant!”
“Please, I have been on the pill since I hit puberty. Just never had a chance to test it until now.” You reply with another whisper. Your wet skirt falls to the floor and you step forward, closer to David. You bend at your hips and peel your soaked panties off and step out of them, dropping them on the floor. “It’s your move Dave. But the barbecue will be ready to cook soon and I am guessing someone will come looking for you. Bet you would like me out of your room by then.”
You are close enough to see his breath move the steam now. You look down at his cock as it rests against your stomach once again. And you massage it with an idle hand.
David scowls at you, noticing the disrespect in *Dave* but knows he is pretty much trapped. He looks at your body with the eye of an appraiser and says “Okay fine, but you’re so tiny Sam, I am not sure if it is going to fit honestly.”