This is a story about a 17-year-old girl seducing her best friend’s father.
This is my first sex story–ever, and I’ve read a lot of great ones on XNXX. Please review and rate, I’d really like to know what everyone thinks about my writing. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I’d be happy to take requests, constructive criticism and even if you’d like this to have a sequel or be a series, maybe including Alison in it 😉 Please don’t be rude, if you don’t like my story you don’t have to read it, just click the ‘back’ button and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Enjoy! 😉
*I’ve decided this is going to be the first in a series about this character. I will gladly take any suggestions, feel free to PM me through the Forum section to give me any possible scenarios for Charlie*
My name is Charlotte Martinez, but I go by Charlie. I’m 17 years old and I have a best friend named Alison Johnson. Her and I go together like peanut butter and jelly, but physically, we’re polar opposites. She’s petite, 5’4, with small A-cup breasts to go along with her size, a tiny bubble butt, pale-ish skin and blonde hair; While I, on the other hand, am a 5’10 Hispanic girl with curves in all the right places, I have a thick ass that guys love to stare at, perky C-cup breasts with light brown nipples to match my naturally brown/tan skin. My dark brown, almost black hair hangs a few inches below my breasts and although I’m not stick-skinny like Ali, I’m definitely in shape. Boys constantly fawn over me (and Ali) at school and around our town. I have had my fair share of high school boys and even a fling with a couple frat guys from the local university, but none of them could keep my attention for too long.
The one person who has always kept my attention, since the measly age of 9? Alison’s father, Michael. I had shamelessly had a crush on him when I first met Ali in elementary school. He and Ali’s mom (who was no longer in the picture after a crazy divorce) had her when they were 23. Mr. Johnson is 6’3, has lightly tanned skin and a very fit body thanks to his daily runs, that he unfortunately hides under suits when going to work at his law firm. His hair is dark brown with a small amount of gray hair peaking out in the roots, which surprisingly made him more handsome.
I’ve been planning the seduction of Ali’s father for months and I long decided that the best day for it would be this weekend, the weekend of the Homecoming dance at our high school. I’m staying with Ali and her dad for the weekend while my parents are out of town.
As I’m writing this, Ali and I are on our way back to her place after a day of pampering: manicures, pedicures, make-up and hair all done. Yes, I know it’s not prom, just Homecoming. But this is Texas and we take our football–and Homecoming–very seriously.
As we get to her room I open the shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret and pull out a black lace thong with the matching push-up bra–even though I don’t need much push-up– and put it on. As Ali turns around she gasps, “Damn girl, who are you trying to seduce?”
Your dad, I say in my head. “Oh no one special,” I lie, smirking at her.
She shakes her head, “I wish I had your body, guys go crazy over it.”
I slap her arm, “Shush, you look gorgeous.”
She smirks, “Damn straight.”
I shake my head and slide on my dress, then my shoes. “I’ll see you downstairs, I smell food!”
“Fatty,” she shouts after me and I head downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and Mr. Johnson making dinner. He looks up from the cutting board and stares at me, his mouth a little open, his eyes slightly bulged out. I’m wearing a tight fitting black dress that has a sweetheart neckline, perfectly accentuating my pushed-up cleavage, and barely covers my ass. It hits each of my curves perfectly and my nude peep teo heels show off my pedicured feet. My hair is done in curls that fall on either side of my breasts, accentuating my C-cups. I smile at him and walk over to the counter beside him, sitting on the barstool beside him.
“Need any help Mr. Johnson?” I ask sweetly, crossing my legs and knowing fully well that my dress rides up even higher when I cross my legs.
“No, no,” he says quickly, as if his words are jumbled. I look down at his crotch and see a slight bulge forming. He’s wearing dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His suit jacket is thrown across one of the dining room chairs and I can see his muscles bulging beneath the shirt. “But if you could set the table up, that would be great Charlie.”
I bite my nude lipstick covered lip and nod, getting up and walking over to the dinner table, setting up three places. I remember when I used to set four, cheating whore.
Ali’s mom had been sleeping with her dad’s partner from his law firm, it was a big community-wide scandal because the guy she was cheating with was in the running for county judge. They were both ran out of town and Mr. Johnson was left heartbroken. Ali had told me over the past four years that her dad had dated approximately two women, but never went further than a couple dates.
As I bend over the table, setting the plates, I imagine him bending me over and fucking me til I scream. Tonight has to be the night.
After eating dinner we head to Ali’s car and wave at her dad, me a little longer. He smiles at me and I smile back, biting my bottom lip and staring until Ali pulls me away and into her car. I sigh as we arrive at the dance and meet up with our friends. I spend the night sipping out of some flasks and getting hit on by the majority of the junior class. Ali eventually left me to go make out with her boyfriend of the week and I silently cursed her for leaving me alone to be hit on with no backup. I sigh, now or never, Charlie.
I grab my iPhone and click on Mr. Johnson’s name, hearing it ring just one time before hearing his voice.
“Charlie, is everything okay?” he asks with concern.
“Yes and no, we’re okay. It’s just that Ali left me to go spend time with Josh and I am completely over this dance. Ali won’t go home and I honestly just do not want to be here anymore, is there anyway you can pick me up?”
He chuckles and I smile at the sound of his laugh, “Yes of course dear, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
I pace back and forth in front of the school, anticipating all of my moves for the night. Ali wouldn’t be home for at least two hours, which would hopefully be plenty of time for me to seduce him.
He arrives and gets out of the car, wearing sweat pants and a hoodie with his hair is wet. He opens the door for me like he always does for Ali and me and as I pass him I smell chlorine.
“Oh; did you turn on the hot tub?!” I ask excitedly and he chuckles. Every fall when it starts to get cooler (for Texas, at least) he turns on the hot tub.
“Yup, I was relaxing in there when you called.”
I laugh, “Sorry, Mr. J.” I purposely struggle to get into the tall Ford truck. He helps me and I know he can see my black lace thong underneath my tight dress as I hop on. I buckle up and tell him about the awful time I had on the way home.
“All this work was for nothing,” I say, pointing at my dress and hair as walk into the front door.
“Well you look beautiful nonetheless,” he replies quickly and I smile at him. He scratches the back of his neck and his brows furrow as he thinks of what he just told me. “I’m going to go back into the hot tub, you already know the drill, this is your home too, do whatever you’d like.”
I see him walk into the back porch and take off his sweatpants and hoodie, revealing board shorts and a bare chest, showing off his very fit body for a 40-year-old. I walk upstairs and look out of Ali’s window and down at the backyard, seeing him relaxing with a glass of wine in one hand and a book in another in the hot tub. He just made my plans of seduction so much easier.
I look into my weekend bag and stuff my bikini into the bottom, Ali’s breasts and ass are smaller than mine, meaning her bikini would fit me a lot smaller and be a lot more revealing. I smirk and look in her drawer until I find a white string bikini. The bikini top is for A-cups and as I tie it on, my breasts practically bulge out of the triangles.The bottoms are an x-small, I usually need a small/medium for my thick Latina ass. The triangle that is supposed to cover my ass might as well be a thong. I giggle and look in the mirror. The white bikini contrasts against my naturally tan, medium brown Hispanic skin beautifully. I look like sex on a stick. There’s no way he’s going to be able to resist this. I throw my hair into a messy bun and grab Ali’s bathrobe, check to make sure my makeup is perfect and walk downstairs. I can already feel the excitement soak through my bikini bottoms as I open the back door and see him facing away from the door. I walk up the steps to the balcony type area the hot tub is on and it’s not until I’m on the steps to get into the hot tub that he notices me.
He laughs and shifts a little uncomfortably, “Charlie, what are you doing?”
“I got bored and the hot tub sounds really amazing, it’s okay right?” I ask with an innocent smile and place my hands on the sash of the robe. Waiting for his ‘okay.’
He hesitates and then nods, “Yes of course.”