Sex With My Daddy

Sorry, but that won't work. Absolutely not acceptable.

After he is through serving the drinks, I muster what little remaining confidence I have and close the space between us, squeezing my way between him and the counter in order to grab the glass. Instantaneously, he is behind me, his hips pressing into my derriere. I mouth the words "thank you" as I look back over my shoulder.

He takes a deep breath in but doesn't budge an inch backwards. "What are you doing, Lisa?"

His refusal to back down provides me with some further fortitude. Just enough time to take a few sips of the drink before cautiously turning to face him. In order to meet his stare, I have to lean back over the counter, and I feel a pleasure go through my body as he compels me to make the necessary adjustments. He is so unmovable that he may as well be made of stone. I jut my chin out slightly. "I have a question."

"Ask it."

"During the previous summer, you and Jeremy were both meant to be working, but I decided to spend my time here at the pool instead." I'm having a hard time keeping my breath. "Since there was no one around, I didn't see the need to bother putting on a suit."

"Mmm." The intensity that had been barely contained in his stare has returned, and it is becoming hotter by the second. Still, he hasn't made any movement toward me, either toward pressing on me or retreating. "That's not a question."

I smack my lips together. "It was wickedly uncomfortable to be out there nude, knowing that I was in your home even while you weren't here," she said. I." The fact that he is so close gives me more courage to get through this challenging section. "I began stroking myself all over. I felt like such a puny whore, but it just made things sizzling hotter.

Now as he's exerting himself more, he reaches around me to grab the counter on each side of my hips. His breathing is becoming more labored. "I don't understand why you're telling me this."

I lower my voice and murmur, "Because it's not anything you don't already know." "I saw you at the upper floor. I could tell you were looking at me through the master window. I move my hand behind me to the counter, which is just within his grasp. My back arches as a result of the maneuver, and my breasts are brought dangerously close to his torso as a result. "When I first began, I was unaware that you were there, but as soon as I realized that you were observing me, I went slowly and laboriously through the process. I was hoping that you would watch. I didn't want you to just sit there and watch." The last one is one that I have never confessed to myself, much less said out, but that is the reality. "Are you able to recall that?"

He lets out a loud sigh. "You have no idea what you really witnessed."

"Okay." I'm trembling like a leaf. "My error."

William has not yet moved away from the scene. "Even if I made an unscheduled visit to the house for lunch on that day, you were still dating my son," she said. He moves just the tiniest bit forward, getting closer and closer to me. "It would be messed up if I stood in my master bedroom while you fingered that gorgeous little pussy," the woman said. "It would be screwed up." It would have made me a monstrous person to have seen the whole event and then sucked my hand while pretending it was you.

I whisper his name, "William," as if it were something only the two of us should know. "I'm sorry, but I can't date your kid at this time."

"What was it that he did?"

"I don't want to discuss it any more."

He does it with a gentle head shake. "I know you have a reason for being here, but it doesn't give you permission to attack me without first telling me the truth. Lisa, you need to let it go. What misdeeds did Jeremy commit?"

The mere proximity of him causes the linguistic brakes I normally use to keep myself from talking about it to vanish. I really, truly don't want to speak about it. I am surprised to learn that I have already responded, since I had no intention of doing so. "He had a sexual relationship with his secretary. I believe that he intended for me to capture him. Either that or he's simply incredibly bad at keeping his misdeeds a secret when he's up to naught good. Except for the fact that it is not the whole truth, saying that I believe he has been cheating on me for a considerable amount of time feels exactly the same as confessing that I am an idiot. What type of fiancé simply accepts the falsehoods at face value and doesn't question them even when there are discrepancies between the facts?

It would seem that I am the kind of fiancé that you are looking for.

He uses a little cuss word. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Even the facts supports it. I will weep and I will mourn for the future I thought would be mine, and I sure as hell will spitefully fuck Jeremy's dad, but I am not sorry that I avoided tying my life to someone who never should have been more than a buddy. I will cry and I will grieve for the future I thought would be mine. Someone who was willing to harm me without hesitation rather than taking the time to sit me down and explain how miserable he is. Even though I wasn't completely content in our relationship, I didn't seek out sexual encounters with other people while we were together since Jeremy is a self-centered person.

However, I just just shared the news with William that the two of us are no longer together.