Good morning, Mr Smith. (Closed for wickedpen)

[Shutterupfoto111]

I have no idea how I got into this mess. And I don’t really know how I’m going to get out of it. It started this morning. Well, that’s not right, I guess it really started about six months ago. That’s when she first came into the picture. I guess I should start there. My name is Rick Smith, and I’m a writer and photographer. I’m a middle-aged married guy with a son in college and a mortgage I wish I could Get rid of. Talented in all the ways that don’t really make you rich. Good-looking in an outdoorsy way, mostly winning the fitness battle that starts in your forties. My son is in college At the state school and doing pretty well. At least He was until the whole covid thing. Now he’s back living at home until this virus passes. It’s great to have him around. And it’s not just him around. His college girlfriend is around quite often too. Her name is Katie. She came home from school when covid hit too. And I suppose that is where the story begins.

 

[wickedpen]

The horrible feeling of still being up when the sun is clearly visible sucks. Having been partying all night, and not wanting to give my coked up friend a blow job for a couch, dick, I find myself over dressed for too early in the wrong part of town. Then it hits me.

A five minute walk later and I am at Tommy's dads place. I remembered Tommy was going to be out of town this weekend, so I would not have to explain why I was out partying all night with his buddy, the dick who would not let me sleep with out sucking his cock, and will just tell his dad I was with girlfriends and they hooked up and I did not. I knocked on the front door trying to be invisible as neighbors seemed to have a lot to do outside at 7am and a nineteen year old woman in a low cut short black dress and heels was unusual.

The door opened and there was Tommy's dad. Maybe I was still buzzed or maybe I just realized older men can be hot, either way he looked gorgeous in the doorway.

I executed my plan, stepping in past him as he turned with me, showing no resistance, but declaring "Tommy is not home." Once inside with the door closed I sat on the hardwood stairs leading up to the bedrooms and Rick's studio, I have visited Tommy's room more than once.

Being tall and thin is what clothes are made for and I am proof of that. I lean my head letting my long brown hair fall over my shoulder as my big chestnut eyes open, bloodshot and dark with lack of sleep.

"Can I crash on your couch Mr Smith?" I ask sounding exhausted and pathetic.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

“Sure, Katie, come on in. Tommy and Mrs Smith are our of town visiting family. But you’re always welcome here,” I say. I look at you and I can tell that you’ve been out all night. You seem pretty buzzed. I offer you some breakfast. “I was just finishing my workout then going to make something to eat. You’re welcome to join me if you like. Or you can just go to sleep. You don’t need to sleep in the couch. You can sleep in Tommy’s room. You know where it is.” I didn’t say it accusingly. I know you’ve been sleeping together and I don’t really disapprove. As long as everyone is safe and careful. I try not to stare too long At your legs. But they’re really great legs. And they lead up to a pretty amazing ass. I definitely see what Tommy sees in you. I excuse myself to go finish my workout, and pass by you on the stairs. You are a little unsteady and we brush up against each other for a brief moment. I can feel and smell you. Yes, I definitely know what Tommy sees in you.

 

[wickedpen]

"Woah." I say as I pretend to stumble into you, "those last shots really.." I stop acting as though I did not mean to say that. I look up at him with my patented sorry puppy dog eyes. "I am sorry." I say falling enough for you to catch me, or at least put your hand on my hip as I grab the banister. We both look at your hand, then at each other.

"I better get to that bed." I say with a clearer understanding.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

I stand there holding you on the stairs. At first, seriously afraid you’ll fall and hurt yourself, then more awkwardly as I feel my hand against your hip and you holding tightly to me. I don’t want to let you go for fear you’ll fall, yet I can tell how this must feel to you. I try to move my hand to a less personal place and you fall forward into me your breasts pressed hard against my chest. I am completely embarrassed now and barely able to stammer out, “it’s ok. Let me just get you up to bed.” And even as I say it, I know it sounds terrible. I half walk half carry you up the stairs and down the hall to Tommy’s room. Your body pressed against mine the whole way. Despite myself I can feel arousal. You are young and beautiful and I know it’s just a natural reaction but I still feel shame at myself. I lay you in bed and pull the covers down. “I’ll be right next door in the gym if you need me,” I say before leaving you there. I leave the door open a crack so I can hear if there’s a problem and go get back on the treadmill. All I can think of as I run is that I hope you couldn’t feel my arousal as I carried you to bed.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

I run on the treadmill for another half hour and the entire time I’m trying to figure out what to do about you. I go back and forth between worrying about you and if you’re ok or going to get sick and knowing in my heart that’s it’s not a very good idea for you to be here alone in the house with me. Occasionally, my mind drifts to how good your body felt against mine. Been a long time since I’ve felt anything that amazing. But I quickly try to put that genie back in the imaginary bottle. I’ve worked up a pretty good sweat and also am still dealing with arousal issues, so I better get myself a good cold shower. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Could be worse, I laugh to myself. At least I haven’t given up like a lot of men my age. I undress and turn on the water then step into the shower. I intentionally keep the water cool to ward off any evil thoughts. I’m really not sure that’s going to work but it’s worth a try.

 

[wickedpen]

Unable to sleep I lay in the bed thinking about Mr Smith in the next room and being all alone here. I should just leave. Nothing good can come of this.

I hear the treadmill finally stop it's relentless reminder of his body working, moving, strengthening. Then the shower? I groan into the pillow I throw over my face as my mind fills with images of him naked and wet, and with me. I throw the pillow down over me. I am so horny I hug the big pillow and push it especially between my legs.

"Who would know?" I ask myself or my self asks me. My internal conversation is no moral dilemma, it is a realistic pragmatic reasoned debate to whether Mr Smith would turn me away from his shower. My hand is busy between my legs as my imagination has already decided this one.

"YOLO" I say out loud as I get up and strip my dress and step out of my thong. I walk slowly to the bathroom and step in front of the glass door of the shower where I can see Mr Smith, in all his glory. And he soon sees me.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

The cold water is helping, but Jesus, I can’t completely keep my mind off the sexy young woman in my son’s bedroom. I keep fighting back thoughts I know I shouldn’t have. Despite that and the cold water I still can’t keep from being erect. As I stand under the cascade of water rubbing soap on hard cock, I hear the door close. I look out through the glass door, through the streaming rivulets of water and I can make out the outline of the sexiest young body I’ve ever seen. And I immediately realize I’ve literally been caught with my dick in my hand. I push the shower door open and say, “oh my god, Katie. What are you doing in here?” I know I’m caught and my fear paralyzed me. I can’t even take my hand off my hard dick. We just stand there for what seems like forever staring at each other’s naked bodies.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

My brain is telling me that I need to tell her to get out of here. I should grab a towel and cover myself up. That I should stop staring at her gorgeous naked body. I mean, of course I should do all those things. But, what did I do? I just stood there like an idiot staring and getting harder and harder in my hand. Apparently, it didn’t matter what my brain was thinking. It wasn’t really in charge anymore

 

[wickedpen]

My expression remained cool as the happiness of him not sending me away was cancelled by the sight of his fully erect cock. OMG! Luckily his reptilian mind was locked in a mortal battle with his morality, slowing his reaction as my reptilian mind turned the man before me from fear to desire. I opened the shower door and stepped in. As I did I boldly took his cock in my small skinny fingers. From his groans, what works on son, works on father.

The steamy shower warmed me as did his hand on my hip. We moved to face each other, his back to the water. I pulled and pushed the skin over his hardness drunk on the sounds he made. After a few minutes I had to ask, "what were you thinking about before I came in?"

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

Totally freaked out now, half panic half pleasure. I feel you hand on me and mine on you but everything else is just a spinning crazy dream. This really can’t be happening. I hear you speak, asking me what I was thinking about. I’m too blown away by all of this to even think of a lie. “I was thinking about you,” I can barely get the words out. Looking at your supple young body under the hot water, I’m more aroused than ever been in my life and completely panicked. We should not be doing this. I should not be doing this. Unbelievably, that realization makes it all even hotter. Oh, sweet Jesus, tell me this all a dream. I lean back against the wall and let the dream overtake me.

 

[wickedpen]

He was not bolting, cool. He was down and I was so fucking horny to be actually acting on a fantasy, especially one so taboo.

"Tommy's hot dad!" I thought as I started jerking him off.

Seeing him lean back and his expression I brought my other hand to my work. I watched my two hands of spindly fingers wrapping around him, or trying to.

"Does that feel good?" I said trying to break the awkward silence. He just smiled. I took that as a good sign and leaned down and kissed his head. It was so big, made Tommy seem like a boy. I pushed it into my mouth and then inhaled as his moan echoed in the small space. He was so hard I could hardly stand it. I stopped after a couple minutes, not sure what he would want.

I stood still keeping my hand on his cock as I stood on my toes to kiss him. Hungrily we made out . His hands were on my ass pulling my shaven mound against his cock on.

"Do you want me Mr Smith?" I asked, using his sir name to be dirtier.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

“Oh Katie, we shouldn’t do this.” I say as I kiss you back hard. I feel your hard body against mine as the hot water pours over us. My hand just seems to slide down your sweet young body on its own, fighting my will. My fingers slip between your thighs. “What about Tommy?” I ask as I push my fingers inside you, “we should not be doing this.” But my hardness betrays me. I can say I don’t want you as much as I want, but the truth is obvious. My raw animal maleness betrays me. “Oh, Katie, yes I want you.” Then I push you against the wall and kiss and lick and suck you’re breasts as I press my fingers inside you.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

I kiss and lick and bite your neck and shoulders as I push my fingers deeper inside you. The hot water streaming over us makes everything so much more sensual and my excitement has now completely overcome any inhibition. My mouth slides down to your breasts and I rub your hard clit between my fingers. I circle your swollen nipple with my tongue a couple of times before I take it between my lips. I feel it swell and harden in my mouth. I play with it with my teeth and tongue for a moment then move across the pleasure you other breast. “Oh, Katie,” I almost moan, “I do want you. Yes, I do.”

 

[wickedpen]

I never took his attempt at stopping seriously, but was surprised how aggressive he was. His mouth feeding on me, not painful but not the sloppy lip or worse tongue drag of a boy my age. He knew what he wanted and he took it. I grunted, more out of surprise than actual pain as he rolled my nipples in his fingers.

I relished in the feeling of the lust in him. He wanted me and had thought about this.

"Am I as good as you imagined?" I heard my arrogant spoiled tone was undeniable.

His mouth was everywhere now as I leaned back against the tile of the shower as the water splashed down, but it was non existent compared to the confidence of his hand between my opens. I grabbed onto his shoulder as he first touched me. No concerned sensitive brush but a good firm rub. I felt my thighs wet as his fingers slid effortlessly over me.

"OH god it feels so good." I grown through my closed eyes and tightened posture. I put my hand on his head and pushed him down until his mouth was passing against my mound. I tightened my grip in his hair and rolled my subtle young hips opening myself to him. I braced myself on the towel bar as I raised a leg to his shoulder. I watched him look up with a smile as I released him to do as he wished, my eyes begging.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

I drop to my knees and kiss and lick and suck your inner thighs as the water pours over us. I can taste your wetness mixing with hot water from the shower. Then I slide my tongue up and down your outer lips from your asshole up to your clit and back again, pausing occasionally to slip my tongue inside you for a better taste. You have your heel in my back and you pull me harder into you. I find your clit with my lips and take it into my mouth. I have almost completely forgotten what a bad idea this is. Betraying my wife and son in their own house. Somewhere deep in my brain I can feel that this cannot end well. But right now all I want is to feel you cum on my mouth. I push two fingers up inside you as I suck your swollen clit and I can feel how tight your sweet young pussy is. My mind races to all the pleasures that it can provide. I start to move my fingers slowly in and out of you. I feel your hands grip my hair and pull as you rock your hips grinding yourself against my mouth and hand. I am almost drowning from the cascade of water pouring down you. I look up into your eyes and see a look of pleasure but also something else. It’s a mischievous look that tells me there is trouble coming.

 

[wickedpen]

I spin away from him and crouch in the corner. "I can't! I can't!" I keep repeating as my body was so close. I would have lost it. I would have squirted in his face.

"Not like that." I said trying to regain some composure. I stood and looked at him as our mutual desire ignored everything but trying to satisfy the craving. I was only an inch or two shorter than Mr Smith but he had a hundred pounds or more on my waif like figure. I reached out boldly and took his thick hard cock. He knew what I wanted and he was not going to complain as his hands easily lifted my ass and I opened my legs for him. Now against my ready lips I nodded and he made me feel like I never had before. I wrapped myself around him as he slowly, methodically thrust and then lifted me off, and again. It was fucking magical.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

Gripping your ass tightly and pressing you against the wall with the water slamming down over us, I am as out of control as I’d ever been. I am a rutting animal now, not thinking as I thrust into you. I know I won’t last long. Your strong tight muscles milk me. I kiss your mouth hard again and again screaming into your throat as I pump myself inside you. I can feel my balls swelling with cum as I pin you against the wall. “Oh, Katie, I’ve wanted this since the first time you came into this house.” And then I explode inside you, filling you as the shower beats down on us. Slowly I slide you down the wall until we are seated on the shower floor, you on my lap facing me, my hardness still inside you.

 

[wickedpen]

He is so strong and needs me like a itch needs a scratch, he finally reaches the pleasure cumming obscenely in his son's girlfriend in his wife's shower. Again and again he cannot help himself releasing months of pent up desire in a fit of random happenstance.

I can't waste my chance, so close. My knees buckle under me as I move down on him. I moved back off him and began maniacally rubbing my clit, The water pouring down as I lay back between his legs as he watches me. I am twisted and locked in undeniable need. I want him to watch me, I want him to see me cum as hard as I can.

"So good Mr Smith." I say through straining wincing eye lids. My mouth opening in silence as my hand is a blur between my legs. Then I jerk and grunt as my orgasm contorts every fiber of my lean young body. I smile after the initial wave then relax my legs open as I spray my second surge, my hand slowing but not done.

"Look at me." I think as he seems hypnotized with my body. Another surge and another spray as I am teasing myself into convulsion.

After two more I collapse back on he floor of the shower, spread between his legs spent like few times before.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

After my orgasm and then watching yours, I feel shame and a little fear for what I’ve done, but I also feel more fulfilled than I have in a long time. The sex was hot and and passionate and incredibly satisfying. Despite my knowing how wrong it was the overriding feeling I have is when can I have you again. It is beautiful and terrifying to be under your power this way. “Katie, that was amazing,” I say, when I can manage to speak again. I lean forward and kiss you again. Then I reach up and grab the soap and begin to wash us both clean.

 

[wickedpen]

I was dazed and confused, but not done. It had been one of the best orgasms I ever had, certainly the best with a man, the first I let myself go. I managed to get to my feet with his help as he carefully washed me I began to wash him. The soap slippery and effortless as I touched him in places I never dare touch another man. I was as free to explore as I may ever get. I rubbed my palm on his ass circling and getting my sudsy fingers closer to his crack with each motion. I looked in his face for any resistance. There was none.

I felt like an animal, taking in all the senses but not thinking. I Was living.

He kissed me with a passion, a hunger, almost dangerous pushing his tongue into my mouth wantonly. His hands washing every toe to every finger and everything in between.

When he finally turned the water off I was electrified. I wanted more but needed to gauge him. I did not want to show my true nympho ways, until he was willing to show he was not finished. Although he had throbbed in my hands as I washed his wonderful cock he did not attain full hardness.

"So when does your wife get home?" I asked casually, unconcerned about anything that has transpired, yet not looking to make my home breaking, sexual deviance public knowledge for more than need to know, and as of now he was it.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

“She and Tommy will be gone for another two days,” I say, knowing it’s really three days but making sure you will be out of the house before they return. I step out of the shower and look at your naked body as you lean against the counter. So damned sexy. I can feel myself growing fully hard again.

 

[wickedpen]

"Mr Smith," I begin as I use your wife's comb though my long wet hair. "Is it unusual what I did in there? Am I..." I pause and look away, "strange?" I have no idea who this guy is really. I mean I have never really shown myself off for what I am to anyone before. "My mother told me never to talk about it again, when I asked her." my voice sounds innocent and concerned.

I look back as he stands there, handsome and wise, with a body most men would kill for.

"I mean, I really, really like sex." I tell him feeling lighter with every word. I have lived for so long carrying this burden. I look at him and can see he is aroused by this conversation, or at least me naked in his bathroom. I step over to him and gently take his hardening cock in my hand and sigh, "I will do anything you want." as I look up into his eyes. "I have never told anyone that before." I say fishing for something from this man, my father's age who just wanted me get off hard and to many, obscenely. "Are we OK?" I ask.

 

[Shutterupfoto111]

“Yes, Katie, we are ok. I completely understand how you feel. I have always had those feeling myself.” Then I cross over to you and hold you for a moment pulling your sweet young body against mine. “I will never tell anyone about what you told me. This can all just be our secret.” My hardness is pressed against your belly. “I think we should go out to the bedroom now.” Then I take your hand and lead you to the bed. I lie down on my back and look up at you. “We can do anything you want to do, Katie.”

 

[wickedpen]

I look up as if in a dream from the pillow soft white sheets as he stands over me, now fully erect again.

"Do you want me again?" I ask softly as I glance at your erection. I look into his eyes and smile, "Tommy has a lot to learn."

"How did you imagine it with me?" I ask wondering what really turns him on. "Was I in the hallway one night after Tommy fell asleep, maybe going to the bathroom and you bump into me in the dark? Or was it more active? Did you ever imagine me as the aggressor?" I ask. Maybe after dinner when no one is looking I push my ass back into your crotch, and then flutter away." I smile as his cock bounces with the thought. "I don't mind guys getting excited looking at me and then going home to their wives. I grew up in nighties on the living room floor inches from my dad's feet in his recliner. I was older before i Realized the connection between the outfit I was wearing and how much the bed springs would creak.

"Did I ever get your bed springs creaking?" I ask with a devilish grin.