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

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

... I got from him either. Of all the neighbours, he asks the man who lives alone, i.e. me, and shows full confidence that I would take care of his daughter. I certainly wanted that too, but by no means according to the notion that he had, on the contrary! He would quickly call the police if he knew what I wanted to do with his beautiful daughter.

"That's fine", I replied with a smile and nodded affirmatively. He was completely delighted, and grabbed my hands with both of his, shaking it frantically as if I had saved his day. I hurried to close the door, still very confused by what had just happened.

A few hours passed and the temperature got close to thirty-five degrees Celsius. On that occasion, I had allowed myself to seek refuge inside. The garden door was wide open, and made the living room cool, so it was bearable to stay in. It suited me just fine to be inside, since the two football clubs Barcelona and Arsenal were playing against each other. I was the type of soccer fan who would go insane when the pro soccer guys were playing at the amateur level and threw away the win. I always sat and commented on what they should do, and cursed and sulked when they did the exact opposite. Those damned idiots could really piss me off, which had been the reason why I had been kicked out of various bodegas several times. On the other hand, on the home front I had found my own medicine to take care of things and calm my unruly temper.

I went over to the dresser, opened the top ...

... drawer, and found a joint pipe. I still had a few left and therefore didn't have to worry about running out. It was a small cozy size. I went out onto the terrace and sat down in my regular place. It was half-time, so I had just a short quarter of an hour to quell my inner frustrations that my favorite team, Barcelona, were trailing by a simple goal.

The magical powers of the marijuana, consumed every muscle in my body, sending them into a state of complete relaxation. My heavy body became lighter and the throbbing temple disappeared. It was moments like this that made my life beautiful and confirmed my decision that going to my holiday house was one of the best ways to go on vacation.

During my dozing moment, I could suddenly hear music being played. The volume was low and bearable. Curious, I sat up and turned my head from side to side to locate where the sound was coming from.

"Damn. The daughter!" I whispered hoarsely as I realized the music was coming from the other side of the hedge. After all, I had promised the dear father to keep an extra eye on her. How could I forget something like that?! I hastily stood up, which resulted in me tripping over my own feet in the process. Thank God nothing happened to the precious joint. Instead of putting it down, I did like any other weed smoker would do and took it with me without realizing it.

I moved the footwear down to the hedge while the bean was lit and resting in my hand. I didn't dare move down to the big hole ...