The first time it happened with Alex (for context he is my dads friend and our neighbour, I used a fake name for him, he’s around 45years old, a dad bod, 5ft9 ish and has the rough grizzly look), it was one of those times where a few too many drinks led to some questionable decisions. I told myself it was a one-time thing, a mistake, even though every fiber of me didn’t regret a second of it. But last night? Last night was something else entirely.

It started innocently enough—or at least as innocent as it gets when your dad’s friend is a walking temptation and your mind’s been wandering back to the way his hands felt. Dad had invited Alex over to watch some football, the usual thing, and I figured I’d stay upstairs, away from the living room and the smell of beer. I wasn’t in the mood to make small talk or pretend not to notice the way Alex’s eyes lingered a little too long.

About halfway through the game, I heard the sound of the stairs creaking. My heart did this weird jump because I knew exactly who it was. Alex mumbled something to my dad about needing to use the upstairs shower because the downstairs one wasn’t working right. Of course, my pops, trusting as ever, didn’t bat an eye.

Now, I’m not proud of this, but I’d left my bedroom door cracked open, almost like some subconscious part of me had been waiting for an opportunity like this. As Alex passed by, our eyes locked for a split second, and it was like we both knew. Without saying a word, he slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open just enough for me to see his shirt hit the floor. I should’ve left it alone. But the memory of last time, the way he made me feel, was impossible to ignore. Quietly, I stepped out of my room and stood in the doorway of the bathroom. He turned, water streaming down his body, and gave me that same cocky smirk that had me hooked the first time.

“Really?” he whispered, his voice low enough not to carry downstairs. I didn’t answer. Instead, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking it with a soft click. What followed was messy, heated, and way too reckless given that my dad was literally right downstairs. The fact that the walls were thin and the TV wasn’t loud enough to drown out every sound. I almost went into a state of not giving a fuck… he pounded me for about 20 minutes. The whole time he was praising and degrading me, telling me how much of a good little slut I am for him and that he knew all along that I loved a grown mans dick. I felt his cock pulsing Inside me.. sliding in and out. I know water isn’t the best lube but I was so fucking wet I pretty much made up for it. He did this little thing where he’d bend me over, grabbing my hair with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.. all while stroking his cock in and out, making the water splash. So you can guess yourself if we made enough noise lol. I really didnt want to stop until I came and he made sure I was satisfied. At the end I had a couple orgasms and his cum leaking out of me. The best part of this is that he has a girthy like 5 inches and 7 inches in length or something like that. Him filling up my walls is what made this whole thing even worth it. I know size doesnt matter but i learned girth really does…

We finished as quietly as we could, and Alex slipped back into his clothes with a grin that said he was way too pleased with himself. As he opened the bathroom door to leave, he turned to me and said, “You’re gonna get us caught one day.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks burned. “Only if you don’t learn how to be quieter.”

After a while, my dad came into my room and said he needed to talk to me. He said he heard me and that I know I have needs but I shouldn’t be watching porn that loud, especially when his friend is over.. he gave me a hard time about how embarrassing it is. The whole time my heart was in my mouth.. but at least he assumed I was just watching porn instead of being filled up by his friend.