Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... the countertop, watching Stella arranging herself in a mirror. She takes her time, washing and examining her face and hair. Men come and go and see a hot chick. Some call on her, offering their compliments and company.

When she's satisfied with her work, she walks to a urinal and relieves herself. Himself. Once again, she's in no hurry. There's considerably more excitement on the floor now. Men are whistling and laughing loudly. One of them shouts"Atta girl!"

Stella walks back to the sinks to wash again. When she's done, I take her hand and we leave the men's room. Back on the shopping floor, our cart is gone, probably removed by the staff. We pick another and start from the beginning. Only this time, Stella's dress is a mess, its back soaked in my sweat.

When we check out, I offer to help pay for the stuff. After all, I've been eating a lot of her food lately. She says "I'll hear nothing about it." and I leave it at that.

Back at her place, Stella strips and puts everything she bought where it belongs. We hit the shower. There's no window in the small room, and she leaves the door open for some of the bright light of the day to enter. We spend a long time under the hot stream. I wash her hair and she washes mine. I have my soapy hands deep in her ass -- one at a time, don't get ideas! We're practically fucking as we step out of the shower cabin and we take it to the bed.

***

I'm back at the old place. I'm heading for the terrace to take in the sight over ...

... the city. The rain has just stopped and the sky is deep blue, saturated with water. A large rainbow spans over the built up area below. Rodrigo is there, sipping a drink. We chat for a while. I ask him how everything has been lately.

"Bitches still coming and going?"

He laughs. "If not now, then when?"

"Uh hmm. Uh hmm. How's the boy?"

"Which boy?"

"Your pretty, fucky friend."

"Aah... I haven't seen him in a while. He's fine, no reason to believe otherwise."

"And when you see him?"

Rodrigo smiles. "He caught your eye. There's hope for you."

I laugh. "Okay, tell me about him."

"He's a great fuck. Sometimes frustrating. He can be stubborn as a donkey. But that's fine, too. It'd be boring if they were all the same. He's mostly fun."

"He is frustrating how?"

"He has his quirks. He'll never go somewhere if he cannot pay for it. That leaves only the most popular and cheapest venues available, though I guess they're more fun anyways. On his shoestring budget, he often can only afford a soda. I'm seeing places the kind I haven't seen in a long time."

"Teaches you a lesson, doesn't it? Your money does not buy everything."

Rodrigo laughs wholeheartedly. "It sure does," he says. "He has plenty of other funny ideas. He's generous, though. He shares what he has, without any reservation. Ah, the good old days..."

"Rodrigo, what is the matter with you!? You speak like your life is not carefree."

"My boy..." he laughs. "You'll come to see."

I ...