Schoolgirl Fantasy

[Troglodyte]

OOC: Ken Gordon. 43 years old. 5'10" 200 pounds. Thick black hair all over. Black eyes.


IC: When I closed the Rothman account, my boss gave me a bottle of expensive scotch as a bonus. I was saving it for a speial occasion.

This morning my wife left me after twenty-two years of marriage.
Occasions didn't get more special than that.
I started pouring.

I was about a third of the way through the bottle when the doorbell rang. I was still mobile, but I had a pretty good buzz on.

For some stupid reason, I thought it was my wife coming back to beg my forgiveness.

Man, was I drunk. Before she stormed off, she made it clear that that was never going to happen.

I opened the door and was greeted by the improbable sight of an incredibly beautiful young lady.


She asked me if my daughter Stacy was home.

I suddenly recognized her. She went to school with my 19 year old daughter.

What was her name again?

"No, she isn't," I said. "But she should be here in a few minutes. Why don't you come in and wait for her?"

My daughter was actually hours away, helping her mother get settled in her new home. She would be away all weekend.

But I was drunk.
And I was single.
And I was starting to get ideas...

 

[LatinLady]

(OOC: Hope you don't mind I jumped on in .. if you mind let me know and I will delete my reply)

Angie Phillips
Long blonde hair
32D cups
22 inch waist
green eyes
5' 5"
Wearing hip hugger jeans and a cut off tank top

IC: when she knocked on the door Angie didn't expect her friend's dad to answer the door. Usually her mother was the one who answered. Angie had only seen Mr. Gordon in passing a few times. He seemed nice enough, and he wasn't unatractive either.

"Thanks Mr. Gordon, I'll just wait in the living room"

Angie walked in as Mr. Gordon closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the couch nearest the window and looked up.

 

[Troglodyte]

Ken

As she walked by me I just leaned back and enjoyed the view. Her tight jeans looked like they had been painted on. There were few sights on earth more glorious than that of a firm young booty. When she reached the couch, she sat down and looked up at me.

As I shut the door and locked it, I tried to remember her name.

Annie....

No.

Amber....

No.

Angie....

Bingo.

Crossing over to the bar, I got another glass.

"I just remembered, Angie" I said. "Stacy had to go out and run a few quick errands. She should be back soon. Why don't we have a drink while we wait. I know you aren't 21 yet, but I won't tell anyone if you don't"

Playfully, I winked at her.

Then I poured...

 

[LatinLady]

Angie looked down at the drink Mr. Gordon was handing her. She didn't generally drink with her friend's parents, but Mr. Gordon seemed really nice and one drink wouldn't hurt. She looked at the liquid in the tumbler. It smelled really good, just like a really nice bottle of scotch her dad used to drink.

"Thanks Mr. Gordon, what is this scotch?" as she took a small sip.

 

[Troglodyte]

Ken

"Not just scotch, my dear," I said with a smile. "It's Johnnie Walker Blue Label. It's liquid gold. Drink up."

Drink up she did. And when her glass was empty I filled it again. After the third shot I had my arm around her. After the fifth shot I had my hand on her thigh...

 

[LatinLady]

Angie

The drink was so smooth that Angie barely noticed how much she had drunk until she looked down and her glass was empty for the fifth time. Mr. Gordon had moved over on the couch next to her and they were cosy talking about everything and nothing at all. By this time Angie's head was swimming, she was feeling really good. She looked over at Mr. Gordon and noticed a slight grin on his face. She smiled, and held her glass out

"Wow, this is so smooth, I can't believe how good this tastes. You are right about this scotch, it's wonderful."

Angie felt Mr. Gordon's hand on her thigh and she looked down. He was running his fingers along the seam of her jeans, slowly inching his way up her leg. The sensation of his hand and the scotch in her system sent shivers down her spine and a warm sensation all over her skin. Angie had gone out with a few guys in her 18 years of life. She knew when a guy was putting the moves on her. Never in her life would she have thought Mr. Gordon would be doing it.

"Ummm ... Mr. Gordon...." The empty glass slipped from her hand, landing on the soft carpet of the living room with a soft thud. She sat there, looking into his eyes and the last thought that crossed her mind as she leaned in to kiss him was .. what the fuck am I doing.... awww fuck it, you only live once