Friendly Temptation

[Miltone]

This is a closed thread between Papillion24 and yours truly. Please feel free to read along as we weave a tale of temptation and seduction.

Ron Myers

“So Ronnie, what do you think?” John Boy asked me as he pulled the car cover off his latest acquisition.

As the fleece-lined blue cloth slipped free of the supple curves of his vintage Jag E-Type, I let out a low whistle. The bright red paint was immaculate and the impact of seeing the curving red sports car struck a deep chord inside me.

“Man, that is gorgeous,” I remarked. “Simply gorgeous!”

John Boy was my best friend, the best buddy a guy could know. He was such a good friend that I couldn’t really remember exactly why I called him John Boy—I knew it wasn’t because of the Walton’s or any of that stuff. Maybe it was because we had known each other since we were kids, or maybe because he was younger than me by nearly a year. But whatever the reason we were buddies and shared everything.

We had gone to school together and served in the Army together. We had each been best man at each other’s wedding. When my marriage failed, he was the one who stood by me and supported me through it all. And now that I was back on my feet and circulating again, our mutual love of old cars was stronger than ever. Though my tastes ran toward Classic era Packard’s and Cadillac’s, his poison was sports cars—British sports cars mostly. But as I had driven him to his wedding years ago in my old ’48 Caddy limousine, each time he ran across a fine old MG, Jag or Bentley, he gladly shared the experience with me.

And now we were standing in his garage admiring his early series E-Type. There was a sensual—almost sexual—feel to the curves of the fenders, front and rear. The rasp of the exhaust spoke of nothing but sex and excitement when he started it up. And when he let me slip behind the wheel and take it out for a spin, I pushed the stiff stick through the gears and felt the overhead-valve engine take me where I wanted to be. Though I didn’t want to pull it back up in his garage and shut it off, I did so and found myself slipping out from behind the leather-wrapped wheel with a big old grin on my face.

“Man, that is the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on in years!” I remarked with a laugh.

“Well, how about a cold one?” John Boy suggested. “I’ve got some fresh Heinies or could mix a Manny on the rocks for ya.”

“Actually a beer would be fine on a hot day like this,” I remarked. “That would hit the spot.”

I followed him inside and into the kitchen and watched as he pulled a couple of green bottles from the fridge. As we took a seat at the counter and pulled on the cold dark brew, John Boy related the latest story about his kitchen remodel. It had been one screw-up after the other, but they were all entertaining, especially the way he told it, I nodded and listened and laughed. Just as he was detailing the latest debacle concerning the countertop, I caught a glimpse of a shadow moving into the kitchen.

It was John Boy’s daughter, Kymber, heading toward the fridge. I hardly recognized her. I remembered the skinny little girl playing dolls with my own daughter at Christmas years before, but as she strolled into the kitchen in her short little shorts and a clingy, skimpy little top, my eyes widened. A lot. She looked so much like her mother at that age, exotic Eurasian facial features, mid five foot tall and slender with the most gorgeous black hair with just a hint of red highlights. When she turned toward me and flashed her bright almond eyes, I knew my jaw dropped and I could do nothing to help it. Her full pouty lips curled into a smile when she saw me. My god, what had happened between her high school graduation a year before and now? More than just a year of college, I thought to myself.

She pulled open the fridge and looked inside as if looking over each item and deciding whether she wanted to eat it or not. The rush of cold air certainly had an effect on her body as her nipples began to stiffen and protrude through the thin top clinging to her body. Was she deliberately arching her back to make her firm little breasts jut out like that, or was it my terminally horny old man state of mind? I tried to look down at my beer, but found my eyes shooting back up to gaze at Kymber and feeling warmth grow in my loins. I smiled and shook my head. That girl is gonna break some hearts before she is through, I thought.

“Hey, Honey,” John Boy called out. “Soda’s in the fridge downstairs.”

“I’m hungry, Father, not thirsty,” she replied, pertly twisting her trim and athletic body toward us.

Pulling out some fresh strawberries and cream, she carried them over to the sink and began to prepare them. As John Boy went on about his kitchen project, I paid part attention to him, but most of it to her. My, god, has she grown up, I thought, and couldn’t help but watch as she washed off the berries and began to dip them in the cream. She raised one up to her lips for a taste. I could have sworn that she looked right over at me when she bit into it. Her pink little tongue darted out to lick the cream from her lips. Then she smiled right at me—there was no mistaking it that time. She lowered her head a bit and let her big almond eyes shine directly at me.

“So, Ronnie, what do you think?”

“Beautiful,” I replied automatically. “Just beautiful.”

“I mean the kitchen,” John Boy said. “What do you think?”

“Oh, yeah,” I remarked snapping out of it, a tough job seeing that Kymber was looking directly at me and licking her lips. “Looks great. You’ve done a nice job.”

As John proudly leaned back on his stool, I couldn’t take my eyes away from Kymber as she gazed right at me and raised another cream covered strawberry to her full lips.

 

[papillon24]

Kymber

I ate and watched as the my father taked with his friend. I had been a while since had even seen him let alone speek with him. Now he seemed a bit mysterious to me.

"So boys, hows the car stuff coming along?" I leaned against the counter then hopped up on to it letting my legs dangle. I always liked the old cars that dad brought home. He neer did let me rive them though. That fact never bothered me.

I brought another strawberry to my lips savoring the sweetness and then licking the cream from them making sure he was watching.

 

[Miltone]

Ron Myers

“That sure is a beauty that your Daddy brought home this time,” I said to Kymber.

She smiled when I addressed my comment to her. Her almond eyes watching my reaction as she ate the strawberries. Was I that obvious? From John Boy’s expression he couldn’t see anything. He and I leaned against opposite ends of the counter, with Kymber sitting in between, her long legs dangling playfully. Damn! Even her bare feet with the painted toenails were sweet looking!

“So I hear that Ed Mears has gone on a shopping spree,” I said to John, though my eyes were mostly on his daughter.

“Yeah, picked up a 56 Chevy Nomad and a 58 Continental Mark II,” John replied. “He had the Continental over at Joseph’s shop the other day when I was there. Light blue metallic, matching leather, air conditioning, a gorgeous car!”

“I’ve been meaning to give that bugger a call one of these days,” I said, looking back to John. “Now I’ve got another reason.”

“Hang on a sec,” John said, slugging down the last of his Heine and setting it on the counter. “Got to change the water.”

As he left for the bathroom, he left us alone for a few moments. Kymber had taken a large strawberry and after swishing it deep into the cream, brought it up to her mouth. As she bit into it, juice squirted out and fell down onto her chest, just above the scoop neck of her little top.

“Oh, my,” she squealed. With one hand pulling down on the neckline she ran her fingers down to wipe it off. “I am such a pig!” She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked the strawberry juice off them. “Mmm,” she hummed softly.

When she let go of her top it didn’t snap all the way back to where it was, leaving the upper curves of her breasts very much visible. Her nipples were already pointing out at me.

“So Kymber, how was you first year at school?”

“It was a blast!” she said with a big smile. “I had such a great time. Learned all kinds of things that they don’t even start to teach you in high school.”

“I’ll bet,” I remarked with a chuckle. “I have fond memories of my freshman year.”

“I had this one professor who was sooooo hot,” she exclaimed. “If he had just given me a wink I woulda …” She stopped when she saw her Daddy come back into the kitchen. “Well I’ve got to go give Shannon a call. We’re supposed to do something tonight.” She slipped down off the counter and strutted past me. “Nice talking to you Mr. Myers.”

“Same here, Kymber,” I laughed. I could have sworn that she deliberately brushed up against me as she passed.

“So Ron, you want to see that new batch of photos for the Gear Grinder newsletter?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

As we headed off to his study, I couldn’t help but look up the stairs after Kymber. That sweet ass of her was peeking out from her little shorts as she climbed the stairs. She paused when she saw I was looking at her and smiled, right at me.

 

[papillon24]

Kymber

I started back up the stairs to make a call but didn't. I had a better idea. I wanted to go on a drive. Nothing was better than a drive with the top down on a warm day. Dad had given me a nice little convetable when I graduated. It wasn't the best but it was mine.

Quickly I changed donning a white peasant skirt and a black tube top and ran back down the stairs, keys in hand. Next was my purse...where was it. It was no where to be found.

"DDDAAAADDDD!!!!" MY voice echoed thought the house as I headed for the study. "Dad, I can't find my purse and I need gas money. Going driving"

"I think it is in the front hallway."

"No dad it wan't there"

"Well hun, did you leave it in the car?"

Then a light flashed in my head. "I think you're right. I can be such a ditz sometimes. Well I'm going out. You boys want anything. I can pick up a pizza or something like that if you like"

"No thanks hun we'll be fine"

"And how about you Mr.Myers you wanna come for a drive then. You can drive if you want." I mischievios smile crept accross my lips as I looked his way

 

[Miltone]

Ron Myers

"Thanks for asking, Kymber," I said with a chuckle. "But I was just about to leave."

Maybe John Boy couldn't see it, but there was something to the look in his daughter's eye when she asked me to go along for the ride. He and I had just finished looking over the photos he was putting in our local old car club newsletter.

"Okay, suit yourself," she said cheerfully and then disappeared down the hall toward the garage.

John and I shook hands and exchanged a couple more jokes before I finally made it out to my car, an old early Fifites Packard Caribbean convertible in metallic green with tan leather interior. I slipped behind the wheel and the old straight eight smoothly roared to life.

While driving through town on the way back to my place, I passed the old Daly Drive-In. Having read an article in the newspaper about the place maybe closing, I pulled in for one of their famous milkshakes, thinking that it might be my last there. No sooner had I parked and called in my order through the intercom, then I heard the rumble of a modern V8 and a sharp navy blue Mustang convertible pulled in next to me. There sitting in the driver's seat was none other than Kymber.

"Fancy meeting you here," I called over when she turned off her ignition.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a smile. "I don't remember seeing you hang around here before."

"Not for a while," I answered. "But your Dad and I used to spend a lot of time here when we were your age."

"Oh, yeah?" she said, getting out of her car and walking around to my driver's side door. "So um, you here all by yourself?"

"Yeah. Looks like."

"Want some company?" she asked, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the sill of the door. As she leaned forward, her breasts pushed against the tube top revealing nearly all of her nice firm tits, making it hard to keep my eyes trained on hers. "I hate to see a guy eat by himself."

"Actually, all I'm having is a shake," I said, but you are welcome to join me."

"Cool," she said, and walked around to the passenger's door and climbed in beside me. "Nice car. All my Dad ever gets are those tempermental sports cars that I can't drive. Now this one ..."

"I don't even let my own daughter drive it," I laughed. "So don't get any ideas."

The waitress arrived with a clip-on tray and my shake. "Will there be anything else?" she asked.

"Not for me. How about you?" I asked Kymber.

 

[papillon24]

"Oh no thanks, just ate, but thank you for asking."

I let my hands run accross the dash as I admired the car

"I bet this one can really roar if you wanted to. Come on Mr Myers, just one little drive. what harm could that do." I let a playful pout creep accross my lips.

"No, and stop with the puppy dog eyes Kymber"

"Fine, i won't push it, unless you want me to. And by the way.....?"

"Yes Kymber?"

"Mr Myers, I do believe that you are following me." giggles proceeded as I slipped on a pair of designer sunglasses. "So...what are your plans now?"

 

[Miltone]

Ron Myers

"Following you?" I laughed. "I kind of thought the same of you. Maybe it's just a coincidence that we happened to end up here at the same time."

"So you didn't answer my question, what are you doing after you finish your milkshake, Mr. Myers?"

I looked over at Kymber. When she climbed in and sat beside me, she had pulled the hem of her white skirt up past her knees. Nice looking legs, I thought. And the snug black tube top left little to the imagination. Her firm young breasts looked absolutely ... I stopped myself. What are you thinking, Myers? Sure you've had a run of bad luck lately, but she's the same age as your daughter, for Chrissakes!

"Actually I was just going for a quick little spin along the parkway on the way home, before I put this baby to bed," I said.

She lowered her sunglassses down along her nose and looked at me. Her lips were moist and full, her almond eyes were sparkling at me.

"You feel like some company on your little cruise?" she asked, tossing her head back, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulder. "Nice evening for a drive."

"Yes, it is," I answered. Then I thought about it. What the hell? Despite my thoughts, it's not like I was going to end up sleeping with the girl. What should I be afraid of? She's young and beautiful and friendly, that's all! "Guess it wouldn't hurt. You ready?"

"Sure," she said with a big smile. "I can leave my car here and pick it up later."

I started up the big Straight-Eight engine of the Packard. The aluminum high compression head added a sexy growl to the sound of the exhaust. When the traffic cleared, I let out the clutch and roared out from the drive-in, the metallic paint gleaming, the chrome wire wheel sparkling, and the beautiful girl beside me giggling.

"This thing really moves, for an old one," she laughed.

"Just because something is old, doesn't mean it's slow and can't keep up," I remarked.

"We'll see about that," Kymber laughed.

 

[Miltone]

OOC: 1954 Parckard Caribbean

For those who have never seen one, here is what a 1954 Packard Caribbean looks like. Although the car in the story is a metallic green (my own personal choice) this one is fine example.

 

[papillon24]

Kymber

I pulled down my sunglassses from where they had been sitting on tops of my head as we passed through town and down along the strip.

"I always loved the hum of these old cars." I tossed my hair in the wind as we drove. "I have an idea...lets go down to the waterfront, you know..that little beach front around the point. I wanna show this off to everyone...if they are down there."

I glanced over pulling my glasses down a bit "Whatcha say mr Myers? I promise it'll be fun.

 

[Miltone]

Ron Myers

"I'm sure it will be fun," I said glancing over at Kymber as we motored along.

I'm not so old that I don't remember what The Point was all about. Kids would go down there on nice evenings like this to hang out, maybe score some alcohol or drugs, and maybe find someone to make out with, if you hadn't brought them along. I was sure that my old Packard would stand out among the ticked-out Mustangs and Hondas.

"Oh, what the hell!" I said, making the next left turn that would take us toward the The Point.

"So does this radio work?" Kymber asked reaching over to the chrome knob.

"Sure does," I said as the concealed speakers came alive while Kymber tuned it. "And you're lucky, I just replaced the old scratchy AM radio with a new digital one. Looks original, but sounds modern."

"Too cool!" she replied.

I glanced at Kymber again, watching as she leaned over to tune in her favorite radio station. The breeze flowing through the car had lifted her skirt higher, showing off more of her long shapely legs. And just leaning over had lowered her tube top so that the upper curves of her breasts seemed to emerge from the skimpy band of black cloth, her nipples just below the edge, stiffened from the wind.

She's young, Ronnie, I told myself. She's more than half your age! Sure she's turned into a gorgeous sexy young woman, but really??!! But all of the cautions that flashed through my head had no effect on my dick that was warming up and growing thick at the sight of the pretty young girl beside me.

 

[papillon24]

Kymber

Quickly I turned the radio and turned up the oldies. I loved them. Most of my friends thought I was crazy for loving the stuff my dad listened to but I just couldn't get enough beatles and rolling stones.

"Boy, Mr Myers. I can't wait to show this baby off at the point. Everyone will be so jealous. Can you imagine what they will think?"

I watched out the side of the car as I watched the water pass by and the point get closer. It had been a few weeks since I had even been out here. I really had no reason to go out here anymore. But old times were fun to reminis.

"You ready for everyone's jaw to drop?" I smiled as we turned. I looked for otheres but it seemed abandoned. "Wonder where everyone is? Let's go down the trail a bit and look." I stepepd out of the car smoothing my skirt as I went.

I started to head down the trail a bit realizing I was walking alone.

"Come on. You can come too."

"I'll just stay here Kymber"

"Come on, don't be a chicken." I grabbed his hand and started to lead/pull him alon the trail.

 

[Miltone]

Ron Myers

Kymber pulled me from the car. I was reluctant to go, remembering how a few walks along the point ended up. But that was years ago, I was a kid back then, and maybe this isn't what I think it is. Maybe she just wants to walk and enjoy the warm evening. What could be wrong with that?

"Kind of empty out here tonight," I remarked, looking at the lights just now starting to glow along the bay in either direction. "In my day, this place was always hopping."

"It still does," Kymber replied. "Must be a big concert or something going on tonight."

"Gonna be a nice night for stargazing," I said, looking up at the clear sky and seeing the first couple of stars appear.

"If that's what you're looking to do, Mr. Myers," Kymber answered.

 

[papillon24]

I hooked my arm in his as we traveled down the trail towards the beach gently pressing my body up against his. No noise came but pure silence.

The sun began to set in the horizon. I felt him lazily lean into me a bit.

"Lets go and sit on the sand." I walked over and sat in the soft sand patting the spot beside me signaling for him to come over. "Aren't the colors beautiful here. Especially when it is so quite. You can almost hear the sunset singing to you" pushing a strand of hair fro my face.

 

[Miltone]

Ron Myers

I knew that there was nothing wrong with being seen with Kymber, even out here. The fact that The Point was almost deserted helped. But then as she sat and invited me to sit beside her I began to feel a little warm and sweaty. Thankfully there was a nice breeze stirring this evening.

"That is a gorgeous sunset," I remarked, feeling a bit nervous. "Colors an artist might go mad trying to recreate."

"It is pretty," Kymber said, leaning back. "I like coming here."

"And you say that to all the guys you lure up here?" I said with a smile.

 

[papillon24]

I let my body lean a bit into him nudging his shoulder lightly.

"Not all the guys Mr Myers. Not really any of them."

I watched the sunset as it crept over the horizon darkening the sky slightly with each passing second.

"Kymber maybe we should get going" I watched as he began to stand

"Why is that?"

"Just don't want you dad getting worried about you"

"Sit back down. Daddy dosen't get worried about me anymore. He know I can handel myself."

I let my hand slip into his and coaxed him back down beside me

 

[Miltone]

Mr. Myers

"Well, you certainly seem grown up enough to handle yourself, Kymber," I said sitting back on the sand beside her. There was something about her touch that electrified me, sending tingles through my arm and down my spine. "And I ... uh, certainly have to admit that you have grown up into one very beautiful young woman."

"Thank you," she said with a smile, her eyes lingering as they gazed into mine. "And you are a very attractive man."

"Pardon me?" I said, completely surprised by her remark.

"I think you're cute," she said teasingly.

"And only as old as your father," I reminded her.

"That's okay," she said with a giggle. "I like older. Much more mature than the guys my age. Someone who can appreciate me as a woman, not just a quick lay."

I coughed suddenly. Was this where she was leading us? Not that I couldn't be tempted, but I wasn't exactly prepared to consider her as more than my best buddy's daughter, his little girl, the apple of his eye. But then as her almond eyes opened up to me, and the warmth of her mature body pressed close, those distinctions began to diminish and I found myself looking at her differently, letting my eyes drift down over her trim body, the firm curves of her breasts barely contained in her little black top, and the long shapely legs extending from her skirt.

"I would never think of you like that," I said, trying to recover.

"That's what I mean," she said. "That's why I like older guys."

 

[papillon24]

I sat back to listen to the saound of the rushing water. My hand drifted to rest on his thigh.

"I know you like me. I can see it every time you look my way. Don't try and hide it." a slight sigh escaped my lips as I rested my head on his shoulder.

 

[Miltone]

Mr. Myers

As Kymber lay her head against my shoulder, my arm instinctively slipped around her waist and I felt the warmth of her body press up close to me. I turned my head just the least bit toward her and was met with the light perfumed scent of her long dark hair. My hand rested lightly upon her waist feeling the soft smooth skin.

"I do like you, Kymber," I said softly trying to order my thoughts as I spoke. "You have grown into a beautiful young woman."

Kymber pressed in tightly against me, her own arm looping around my back.

"I'm glad you noticed," she said, her voice soft and low. "But you say that like it bothers you or something."

"It doesn't bother me," I replied. "I've always admired pretty women, but never had much luck with them."

"Oh, so that's it ... you're kind of shy around cute girls?" Kymber commented with a smile. "You don't have to be afraid of me ... I don't bite ... well, most of the time."

"It's not that exactly ..." I tried to say, but she leaned heavily into me knocking me onto my back. Kymber turned beside me and reached her hand over my chest to place it on the sand so that her body hovered over me, her firm breasts pressing against the stretchy material of her top. My hand ended up on her waist just above the hip.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Myers," she said, brushing her silky dark hair over her shoulder and down her back. "Shy guys can be kind of a turn on, you know."

"I'm not shy ... at least not when I get to know you better," I replied, looking up to see her full pouty lips curl into a seductive smile.

 

[papillon24]

Kymber

"Better as in what Mr. Meyers?" I let my body rest against his bringing my arms to cross over his chest letting my fingers dance along his neck. I smiled softly and seductively.

 

[Miltone]

Mr. Myers

"You know, Kymber," I replied, feeling her warm lithe body press down against me. "Find out what sort of girl you are, what you like, and what you dislike."

My hands instinctively reached around her, feeling the soft supple skin of her lower back. As they moved lower, down over her skirt I could feel the firm curves of her ass, the smooth bare cheeks, the trace of her thong disappearing down between them.

"I think you're well on your way to doing that," she said.

"But even though I know you, there's so much I don't know about you," I said as her hands traced little lines up and down my neck.

"Like what?" she replied. "All you have to do is ask. I'm a very open girl."

"Well, like what you want out of life, like what you want from me ..."

My hands moved up over her back until they wove their way into her long dark hair. She felt so soft and warm and light resting on top of me and her soft seductive smile was making my cock grow erect.

 

[papillon24]

As I lay there I reveled in his touch. So warm and inviting. Every once in a while the delicate touch would let a slight shiver run the length of my spine. My fingers followed suit traiing along the nerves in his neck.

"To tell you the truth, I really don't know what I want from life except I want you." i let a sigh escape from my lips as I pressed my lips against his neck letting them linger a bit.

 

[Miltone]

Mr. Myers

"You ... you want me?" I asked. Sure it was a stupid question. I feel from the time I first saw her back at her father's house that something could happen between us, but I didn't think that it would happen this quickly. But as she rested her body on me and my hands explored the curves of her backside and I felt her kisses raining down on my neck. "But you're so young and I'm your Dad's best friend. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I wouldn't have said so if I didn't mean it," Kymber replied.

I couldn't keep my hands from touching her, reaching under her skirt to cup the cheeks of her ass. As I touched the smooth wonderful skin of her ass I felt her kisses grow more heated and rise up from my neck until they reached my lips.