Opening my sleepy eyes I looked around. Oh yes, I had spent the night at Dan's house. I look across the bed. He had gone. As first dates went it had been okay, but I think Dan must have been disappointed that I had gotten drunk and passed out in his bed. Come to think of it I don't remember getting undressed last night either...hmmm. Pulling on a t-shirt and knickers I started searching the house for Dan. As I walked down the stairs in bare feet I heard a noise. I looked down and saw Dan's dad vacuuming the hall carpet wearing a frilly apron, blue shirt and shorts.
"Good Morning Chanel. Did you sleep well?" Oh God, he was stood there fluttering his eyelashes at me. His delicious lips were curling into that wicked seductive smile.
"I did thanks," I replied, smiling back. He turned off the hoover, removed his apron and sat down on the sofa, grabbing a bar of chocolate from the coffee table. "Break me off a bit," I asked cheekily. He broke off a square and offered it to me in his upturned hand. The naughty smile still on his face.
I walked towards him, noticing the beard had gone – he was clean shaven. Morning sunlight danced across his skin, making his blue eyes sparkle. In that perfect shining moment he looked so devilishly handsome. I took the square of chocolate and put it down on the table. Before I knew what I was doing my warm fingertips were running through his hair, stroking his face, the nape of his beautiful neck. With a smile of surprise he grabbed the front hem of my t shirt, pulling me down into his lap. He kissed me deeply. Slow, delicious chocolate-flavoured kisses. I was melting into him. My face pressed against his striped blue shirt as he reached down into the back of my pink lace knickers. He was squeezing my bum, and then, to my surprise his fingers were inside me circling around my clit, finger fucking me. I gasped with pleasure. By now his cock was bulging out of his shorts, pressing into my leg, and he kissed me hard on the mouth once more.
Bang! The kitchen door slammed shut. Dan was back and he had seen us.
"Dad, what are you playing at?" He snarled angrily.
"I'm playing with Chanel. She's my bird now Dan," Dad replied cockily.
"Fuck off - the pair of you, see if I care," spat Dan turning to go to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Dad smiled. "That's my boy! Who knows where he got that language from?"
"He got it from his sexy father," I replied laughing.
As we kissed again, he pulled me to my feet and threw me over his shoulder, smacking my bum in the process.
"I'm gonna sort you out Chanel," he grunted as he carried me into the bathroom.
He sat me down on the side of a large Jacuzzi bath, turning on the taps. "I'm fucking you in here," he said, winking. "Wait a mo, I'll find some wine and smokes."
When he returned the bath was full. I had taken off my clothes and sunk down deep into the bubbles. He poured warm water down my back and I closed my eyes blissfully. I heard a loud squelch and opened my eyes. He was squeezing Bergamot and Honey soap across my breasts, making a heart shaped pattern. He reached down and rubbed the soap into my nipples, before squeezing both my breasts with his hands. He kissed my shoulders, my nipples, my lips. When he stood up he unbuttoned his shirt. I unfastened his belt and unzipped his shorts, pulling down his white Calvin Klein's. I was on my knees in the bath now, his enormous throbbing erection in my mouth. I sucked him for a tease, as he groaned in pleasure.
"Stop, stop, stop, let me in," he said as he climbed into the bath. His cock was hard and the water was lapping at his legs in waves. He leant over me, kissing my brow. I looked into the wild blueness of his eyes as he slid deep inside me, hearing the splashes of water mixed with the pleasurable sensations of our bodies – hot and sticky against each other.
"I've been dreaming about you Chanel, ever since we met last week. Turn over Chanel," he whispered into my ear. I bent over on all fours with a swish of soapy water. The jets pumped water over us in streams as he clasped my hips with his hands, my vagina swallowing his enormous thrusting cock. He pounded in and out, pushing himself deep inside me in endless fluid motion. I gripped the sides of the bath as waves of water splashed between my legs. The bath was dripping onto the floor, overflowing at the edges. I was blinded by water splashing into my eyes, spilling down my face. We were both laughing at the mess like a pair of naughty children, when he turned me round, the look of dreamy lust in his smoky blue eyes, the blush of passion on his cheeks. "You drive me crazy Chanel." The air was ringing out with my screams as we approached climax.
Until... a whining voice called out from the next room. "Can you keep the noise down in there. I'm trying to watch Ben Elton. And Dad, it's not fair- you fucking my girl."
"I can't help it if your girlfriend finds me irresistible, can I?" said Dad. "It's my intoxicating masculinity."
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh," I reached a noisy climax, mid conversation, flinging my arms around his neck, exhaling.
"Oh for fucks sake Chanel, you are a dirty slut and Dad I am never speaking to you again. I'm leaving."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist son, it's only sex. Ha Ha... if you need any tips just ask."
"Fuck you old man." Dan said as he left the house.
I laid back in Dad's arms as he flicked open his Zippo lighter and lit a cigarette. Smoke rings wobbled up into the warm air, and I watched with amusement as he laid there in the bath, licking his teeth like a mega-villain. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he stretched back, his arms resting behind his head. He was so relaxed. I took the cigarette and laid it in the soap dish. He flashed me a lazy smile and slicked back his hair with his hand. He was going to get me into a whole world of trouble, I just knew it. We raised our wine glasses together with a clink.
"To fucking," he said.
"To fucking," I replied.
"Cheers."
