My best friends dad (Flower Power) - Sex Stories

My best friends dad (Flower Power)

... the same shoes but I was not going commando on this occasion. I drove round to his house and parked under the trees on the opposite side of the road. It was just a little later than my usual delivery time so I anticipated that if she was working then Judy his wife would be leaving quite soon. I was right and after about 10 minutes Judy emerged from their garden and walked past my car on her way to work. She works locally so always goes on foot. As she was on the opposite side of the road she didn’t spot my car or me. I waited until she was out of site and then got out of my car. When I reached his front door I hesitated, even considered walking away before I turned back and gave the door a loud knock. They don’t have a bell or a doorknocker so you have to bang the door quite heavily. I heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened. His face was a picture, surprise followed by a look of pleasure with a mixture of complete confusion. “Hello Emma” he said cheerfully, “Hi Andy” I replied “I need to talk to you”. “Oh OK” he said in a more concerned tone, “you’d better come in” I stepped through the door and we went into the lounge. I sat down in the same chair that he chose for me in the story. “What do you want to talk about?” he asked and I hesitated a little. I suddenly felt unsure, less confident than I did when I hatched this plot. Why had I come here? What was I hoping to achieve? “Well” I said “Its difficult to know where to start really. Erm, have you ever heard the ...

... word Delmohawk?” “Delmohawk” he stuttered; “what is that?” “What about Xhamster, have you ever been on that web site?” “Well, em yes I have heard of that, why do you ask?” “Well I was reading some of the stories on this web site and I read this story, it made me think of you” “Story?” he asked almost open-mouthed. I reached into my handbag and took out the folded sheets of paper. I handed them to him and he started to read. He didn’t need to read very far down the page before he looked up and said “OK, yes I wrote it, and it was about you”. “How could you write some of these things?” I asked, “Where did you get the idea that I wanted you to fuck me when I was 15?” “I don’t know” he said, “maybe it was because when you were 15, deep down I probably wanted to fuck you”. “Probably? I questioned. “Well yes OK I did want to fuck you” he blabbed. “Presumably it turned you on when you were writing it” I suggested. “Yes it did” he replied, he was sounding more confident now. “When you started coming round with the flowers and I got to see you again, it made me realise just how much I want to fuck you”. “And the bit about masturbating over my photos, is that true?” I asked. “Yes” he said “and I figured that as I would never really get to fuck you then I could do it in a story; in stories I can fuck anyone I want”. Somehow hearing him say that and not just reading it aroused me “I could feel my panties getting damp as he talked”. “And do you still want to fuck me now” I asked, “He said, ...