Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7

The next day I woke up late in the morning, around eleven o'clock, and I was completely shattered. The festivities and the strong tobacco medicine from the night before had completely knocked me out.

I lay in bed for a long time before I managed to fight my way out of the bedroom like an old and limping pensioner. I immediately opened the garden door so that the irresistible heat wave inside could escape. The fans were turned on at the highest level and the day was kicked off with a cigarette in the mouth on the terrace. The peaceful whistling of the wind and the relaxing chirping of the birds filled my throbbing head with peace and harmony, while on the other side of the hedge, I could hear the twins playing, which brought a happy smile to my face.

"It's going to be a good day," I hummed cheerfully to myself and finally went inside when I had finished smoking. The agenda for the day was for me to go into town and do some shopping and hopefully do a little work answering some emails even though I was on holiday.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, I found myself back on my beautiful terrace, finished with the day's program, and sat with my feet slammed up on the garden chair opposite me. Carefree in my thoughts, I got interrupted when there was an unexpected heavy knock on the front door. I sighed deeply and was annoyed that the peace was over. Reluctantly, I got up from the chair and took heavy steps towards the entrance hall, and opened the front door.

"Good morning, ...

... dear neighbor!" It was the father.

SHIT! He was guaranteed to come because of the incident from yesterday. Damn, I knew the little dung bitch have been gossiping about me.

"I have to ask a favor," he continued, his voice became a little hoarse. I was completely confused and had expected a huge shitstorm from him.

"The twins, the wife and I will go for a walk down to the beach. Our oldest would rather stay home. So I want to hear if you can keep an extra eye on her until we get back home?”

"An eye on her, you can believe that," I thought wistfully as I giggled contentedly to myself, and had an idyllic flashback of the night before, when I was reminded of the most beautiful sight, of his eldest daughter, with the big plump booty, and the formidable firm C-cup.

"I can easily do that," I answered kindly, but with a skeptical tone. I personally would think she was old enough to take care of herself. It therefore also seemed a little distrustful that he came and asked. In reality, it was perfectly fine, but I still had my apprehensions.

"She takes care of herself, and enjoys some alone time, but it was more if something should come up," the father tried to sell it a little more, trying to manipulate me with his sympathy for wanting his daughter in safe hands. I could see in his eyes that he was almost desperate for me to say yes. I got the impression that he didn't have a shred of faith in leaving his daughter alone. Besides, it wasn't the best fatherly impression ...