Lucy knew her ride home had arrived long before she saw it. Not by the ostentatious growl of a petrol engine, or the obnoxious thud of subwoofers but by the way every single person in the car park turned to stare.

The BMW i8 already looked like something from a futuristic action movie, but slowly cruising past the sea of family-friendly saloons and 4x4s parked at Sunnyvale college it looked positively alien. Its metallic blue paint reflecting the sun so brightly it seemed to glow.

Lucy walked slowly towards the glistening machine. She felt her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment.

“Is that your ride, Lucy?” She recognised the voice as Glenn, the captain of the college football team and all-round social behemoth. She looked back and nodded sheepishly. To her surprise, Glenn smiled.

“Sick! What else are you hiding from us?”

The window of the BMW slid open. Behind the wheel sat a man who looked just too young to be Lucy’s father, but too old to be her boyfriend.

“Hello stranger!” He shouted.

“If only,” Lucy joked. “Hi, Dan.”

Dan was a younger, richer, and much nerdier friend of her father’s. But with no kids of his own and being a youthful 40 years old, they got along on their own terms too. So when her parents announced their plans to get their house remodeled while they took an extended holiday,, Dan had offered her the en-suite guestroom in his brand new bachelor pad.

And while Lucy didn’t love that he was making her the centre of attention with his look-at-me car, she did like the idea of having her own place a lot more than the alternative: two weeks in rural France with no-one for company but her mum and dad.

The car door opened and. Instead of the awkward young teenager Dan remembered, a beautiful young woman sat down next to him- the unkempt red hair now down to her waist; the oversized jumpers and combat trousers replaced with a figure-hugging black top.

As she leaned in to say hi, Dan found his eye briefly drawn to her cleavage before remembering himself and looking Lucy in the eye. Had they always been that heart-stopping shade of green?

“Looking pretty good for, how old now? Fifty?” Lucy teased. He had clearly been working out since they last saw each other. He was tan and toned, and between his salt-and-pepper beard and closely-cropped head, his age looked good on him.

“Big words from someone without a place to live,” he shot back. “I told Tim I’d look after you, but I didn’t say anything about taking any shit.”

Lucy laughed. “Still trying to act like a surrogate parent then?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an authority figure,” Dan replied. “As far as you know.”

Dan had known Lucy since she was nine years old, so she’d become - if not like a daughter, a niece to him. But it had been a few years since he’d seen her so when she had asked him to take her in for the 2-week college break, Dan was happy for the opportunity to reconnect. She must be, what, 19 now? 20

Lucy pushed her bag into the BMW’s tiny back ‘seats’ and slammed the door closed.

“Let’s get out of here before anyone else sees me in this thing,” she laughed. Dan shook his head and started the car.

Half an hour and several narrow country lanes later, the car crunched onto a gravel driveway. In front of them was a building that looked more like a hotel than a house. The front door stood between two pillars, and each of the two floors featured four wall-to-ceiling windows.

“As you can see,” Dan said. “It’ll be pretty easy for me to stay out of your way.”

The inside of the house was even more impressive. Not burdened with children and a confirmed bachelor, Dan had money to burn on creature comforts. The ground floor was huge, and lined with expensive looking wooden floors.

Upstairs, there were two guest rooms - one at the opposite end of the house, with access to a separate bathroom, or a smaller one right next to Dan’s, with an en-suite.

“So you won’t have to walk down the hall to shower - but you might hear me snoring,” he joked. “The choice is yours.”

It was a no-brainer. The room itself was cosy but still large enough for a Queen-size bed, but the en-suite was luxurious, with a large corner bath. Lucy put her bag down.

“I’ll take that risk,” she said. Dan nodded and gestured towards the stairs.

“Now, let me show you the fun stuff,” he said.

Lucy found herself staring at Dan moving down the steps. His newly sculpted body was wrapped in a blue fitted shirt which clung to his arms, and bespoke jeans that drew her eyes to his ass in a way she found confusing. It’s Dan, for fuck’s sake. The babysitter with the bad jokes.

She followed him into the open plan living area - there were controls everywhere - for the lights, for the music, for everything. He had speakers in the ceiling of every room, and most of the ground floor was taken up by two living rooms: one with a huge home cinema setup and a giant leather sofa, and a second with reclining seats, a turntable and a fully-stocked bar.

“This is like a supervillain’s hideout,” Lucy said as Dan handed her a glass of champagne. “All it’s missing is an indoor hot tub.”

Dan grinned, and reached under the bar.. He pressed a button and the wall behind the bar split down the middle, electric doors. They slid open like a curtain, revealing a wet room with a sunken hot tub.

“Oh my god!” Lucy shrieked. S

“I don’t want to take the piss already but, can I try it out?”

“Oh god, of course. I just didn’t want to suggest it,” Dan replied.

“Why?” Lucy looked puzzled.

“You know, older guy, offers you champagne in the hot tub, that whole thing.”

“Dan, I know you’re not, like, Harvey Weinstein,” Lucy laughed. “Besides, I reckon I could take you in a fight.”

She finished her drink and handed the glass to Dan.

“You have my consent to offer me some more.” She winked.

Lucy took a selfie in front of the hot tub as Dan handed her another drink.

“I’ve got to finish some work,” Dan said. He pushed another button and the hot tub whirred into action.

“But there are some towels in your room, so make yourself at home!”

He disappeared upstairs and left Lucy alone, watching as steam began to rise from the bubbling water.

It was going to be a good Summer.

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The client presentation Dan was working on was challenging enough without distractions. He was on his fifth attempt at phrasing an arcane financial concept when Lucy knocked on the office door.

“I don’t suppose you have a spare swimsuit?” She asked.

“It’d be a bit weird if I did wouldn’t it?”

Lucy pulled a sad face.

“No hot tub for me today.”

To own a hot tub is to spend an unusually large amount of time explaining to people that swimwear and underwear are basically the same thing. But Dan hesitated. He didn’t want Lucy to feel uncomfortable,

“You wouldn’t be the first forgetful friend to end up having to tumble dry their clothes here,” he told her.

She walked into the guest room and closed the door. Dan turned back to his work but to his horror, he was distracted by the thought of a half-naked Lucy.

“Dan!” He whispered to himself. “That’s Tim’s daughter. She could be your daughter, you pervert.”

“But she’s not.”

The bedroom door opened and he heard Lucy padding across the carpet, barefoot. He stood up and saw her wrapped in a light blue towel, pulled tight over her shoulder and clinging to her like a mini-dress. Her legs were long and toned, and the towel did nothing to hide the alluring shape of her body. Any memory of Lucy as anything other than the beautiful woman standing in front of him disappeared as he felt his pants tightening.

Dan was still staring when, halfway to the ground floor, Lucy looked back. She caught his eye for a brief moment but they both looked away. Dan looked to the side. Lucy, down. Straight at the bulge in Dan’s tailored suit pants.

He sat down as quickly as he could, but Lucy was already hurrying down the stairs. Her heart was racing. She couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Dan’s face when she’d caught him watching her. His mouth practically hanging open. His growing erection. She felt so powerful. The boys at college might be more interested in her friends, but Lucy had just made a man so horny he was embarrassed.

Dan’s heart was pounding in his chest, too. He felt like he should apologise, but the idea of acknowledging what had just happened made him nervous in a way he’d never experienced before. He had to act immediately, or never.

Warm water bubbled and frothed over Lucy’s shoulders, carbonated by the jets that were soothing her legs with their pressure. She’d been reluctant at first, but within minutes she’d forgotten about her lack of swimwear. At least she was wearing matching underwear. Not that it mattered now they were soaked through, her bra straps halfway down her arms. The water felt so good on her skin.

She felt good. A fourth glass of champagne and Dan’s silent compliment had turned into an ego boost that made her feel something she rarely did: sexy.

In fact, the way Lucy felt was approximately the exact opposite of how Dan did at the same moment. He walked up to the bar, emanating anxious energy. He poured a double bourbon, neat, and threw it down his neck.

He looked down, towards but not quite at her. She couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Lucy, listen. I should, uh, I mean… I’m sorry.”

“What for?” She asked.

“You know, what happened before. Upstairs.”

“Are you sorry for staring at my ass? Or sorry I caught you?”

He poured another drink. Seeing how ashamed he looked, Lucy had to put him out of his misery.

“I’m kidding! We’re fine.”

Dan slammed the whiskey and sighed with relief. Lucy’s tone warmed up.

“To tell you the truth, that’s the most attention I’ve had from a boy in months. So thank you, I guess?”

“I appreciate the sentiment but that’s obviously not true,” Dan replied.

“I guess it’s not the lack of attention,” she explained. “But there’s a spectrum. Some random guy shouting in your ear that you look fit isn’t the same as…” she paused, and waved her spare hand in Dan’s direction.

“A handsome older man rendered speechless by my DIY towel-dress.”

Dan smiled.

“Handsome, eh?”

“Now,” Lucy continued. “You can stop the panic attack and join me in here.”

“Sounds good. I just need to get changed,” Dan replied. He handed her the remote control.

“You should turn the bubbles up, it’s got loads of settings.”

“So I just need to find one powerful enough to hide your erection, right?”

Dan was speechless. Even Lucy couldn’t believe she’d said it.

Dan walked out of the room in silence and left Lucy pushing various combinations of buttons at random. She changed the temperature and turned the jets off completely before finding the right setting. She pressed it twice and instantly, the tub started to pump much faster. Firm, almost solid-feeling jets of hot water hit Lucy’s skin from the bottom and the sides. It was like being massaged. One stream was particularly powerful, pummeling her knees. She tried to move, opening her legs to stand up.

The force and precision with which the jet hit Lucy’s clit took her breath away, literally. She gasped the air out of her lungs and leaned backwards. The shock of the pleasure made her drop the remote control. The water felt like countless tiny fingers stroking her in unison, consistently and without hesitation..She lay her head on the side of the tub as her breathing turned to short gasps. After barely two minutes, she could already feel the tingling in her clit building.

Lucy closed her eyes and focussed on the sensation between her legs as it spread throughout her body, sending goosebumps over her skin. Her neck and face flushed red. Her mind drifted to Dan. Lucy had only slept with one ex-boyfriend, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to be with an older man. Someone experienced. She thought about how quickly she’d made him hard just wearing a towel, and what would happen if he saw her now. His dick would burst through his clothes.

It took precisely five seconds for Lucy’s pre-orgasmic hypothetical to become a reality. She’d completely lost track of time. She heard Dan clear his throat and opened her eyes to see him standing over her wearing only a pair of swim shorts. Her eyes darted up his body - he was in good shape for his age - to meet his eyes.

“I found a really good setting,” she said with a coy smile.

“Shall I leave you to… uh… it?” Dan stammered.

“You are a true gentleman,” she replied. “Well, almost.”

Her eyes were level with Dan’s legs, and the semi-hard cock jutting out of his thin swimshorts. The head was so thick she could see its outline through the fabric.

Lucy leaned forward and slapped Dan’s leg.

“Come on, get in! I don’t want that thing staring me in the face all day.”

Dan stepped into the tub and sank into the water, submerging his embarrassment.

“I really appreciate you taking this in such good humour,” he said. “But please - please don’t tell your father.”

Lucy shrieked with laughter. “What would I even say? ‘I had a great time at Dan’s, we had champagne and hung out and, oh yeah, his cock was hard the whole time.”

Dan was laughing now too.

“I mean, not the whole time.”

“”Just whenever you saw me.” Lucy was grinning. She was loving the power shift.

“To be fair, Lucy, I just saw you… you know. Enjoying yourself. That’s…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish his thought.

“Hot?” Lucy asked. She leaned over to him.

“Arrrousing?” She rolled her rs, almost purring.

“Yes! Is that what you want me to say? I found it hot that you were wanking in my hot tub!”

Hearing the words turned Lucy on even more. She reached out under the water, running her hand up Dan’s leg until she felt the shaft of his cock, pointing straight upwards. She moved her fingers up until she felt the ridge of his head. She’d broken through Dan, her dad’s friend, and found Dan, the man with a raging erection she’d given him. And which she was now wrapping her fingers around.

“Is that why you didn’t let me finish?”

“I… I just didn’t want to embarrass you…”

“Well, mission accomplished. Now I’m just really, really horny.”

Even Lucy was surprised by what she was saying. She hadn’t seen, or touched, many men in her life but she knew that Dan was thick. Her fingers just reached around the head of his cock and she could have put her other hand around his shaft. But she hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Lucy, you are incredibly hot and I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”

Lucy blushed, and moved her grip down behind the ridge. He was so hard.

Dan continued. “But we shouldn’t do this. I don’t think Tim would ever forgive me. Hell, I don’t think I would forgive me-”

Lucy cut him off with a kiss, putting her lips to his with enough force to push him back over the edge of the tub. She put her knees either side of him and pushed herself into his lap, sliding his hardness between her legs and pressing it down. She was straddling him, feeling the shape and size of his cock through her water-drenched underwear, her clit over that prominent ridge.

He pushed her face away from his, but she could see in his eyes that he was starting to think with something other than his brain.

“Please! You know this isn’t about whether I want to,” he protested.

Dan’s reticence was making Lucy even more keen to seduce him. She started to gently move her hips, stroking her clit on the tip of his cock.

“Am I doing it right?” She asked, in her most innocent voice. She could feel him getting harder, pushing her with more force each stroke.

“I think you know you are.”

Dan’s conviction that letting anything happen between him and Lucy was strong. But his urge to give in to the sensation of her pussy teasing him through his shorts was becoming stronger.

He put his hands under her arms and lifted her up. He was fully hard now, she felt his cock follow her from his lap, rising with her until he pushed her onto her feet. Dan stood up. Lucy looked even better covered in water. Her bra clung to her high breasts, emphasising their size and shape, and her skin was glistening. Her panties were bunched up from grinding on him, revealing the cute puffy lips of her labia.

“Fucking hell, why did you have to get so hot? It’s making this very difficult.”

“Do you really think I’m hot?” Lucy asked, her disappointment turning into a bright smile.

“Lucy, I just lifted you off me, in a hot tub, because I was seconds away from giving in to the urge to fuck-” he stopped himself. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Lucy put her hands around Dan’s waist, leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“It’s OK. We’re both grown-ups.”

Dan’s relief lasted for the ten seconds it took for Lucy to subtly slide her thumbs into the waistband of his shorts before suddenly dropping back into the water and tugging them down. In one sharp motion, she pulled them so quickly that Dan’s cock was pushed flat against his leg, pulled back like an archer’s bow. It swung free with so much force it slapped into Lucy’s face, smacking her cheek as it sprung upwards.

Lucy laughed in shock as the dick came to a standstill, wobbling in the air a couple of inches from her face. Even writhing in Dan’s lap, she hadn’t realised its full size. Perhaps seven inches long but so thick, maintaining the same girth from its base until tapering off at the tip.

She was shocked by how good-looking it was. She’d never seen a circumcised guy before. The skin of Dan’s shaft was smooth and light, with one thick vein running along the top. But the head - coarse, dark skin curved down from a tightly cut ridge. It had felt good on her clit but she liked it almost as much in front of her face. She looked up to see Dan glaring down at her with a look somewhere between shock and excitement.

“This might sound weird,” she said. “But you’ve got a lovely cock.”

“‘Lovely’? That’s a new one. But thanks, I think?”

“I’ve never seen one before. Like yours, I mean.”

“Not even in porn?”

“I don’t watch porn,” She replied. “I don’t really even… do things like this.”

Dan sat down on the edge of the tub, bringing his dick down to Lucy’s eve level as it pointed diagonally upwards from his lap. Lucy lifted her legs up onto the seat and moved to sit sideways-on. To speak to Dan. But mainly to get a better view.

“It’s probably best that we didn’t go any further then,” Dan smiled. “I’d have had to give you a lesson.”

The jets were still pumping bubbles through the water and as Lucy turned sideways, she felt one of the streams on her leg. She shifted in the other direction, lowering her leg again.

Lucy only had to move a few inches to find it - a stream of warm water rushing between her thighs, stroking her clit as reliably as a vibrator. A few minutes went by and soon she felt the tingling she’d been trying to get to since Dan had interrupted her.

“You’re very quiet.” he said. “Are you OK?”

“Mmmmm,” she replied, without taking her eyes off Dan’s cock. It was softening now, but she was fixated with his cut head and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She reached behind her back and popped her bra.

Dan realised what was happening when she put her left hand on her breast, stroking her nipple as her breaths turned into short, sharp pants.

“I guess you’re going to get to finish after all,” he said, getting to his feet. “Do you want me to l-”

“Don’t move!” Lucy cried. Without thinking she reached out with her free hand and grabbed the end of Dan’s semi-erect dick. She stroked him lightly with her fingers, and he immediately stiffened to her touch.

Dan pushed her hand away from him..

“Lucy, no. Come on.”

Lucy’s climax was building, spreading across her nerve endings from her clit.

“If I have an orgasm near you,” she said, panting. “And I can see you. But you didn’t actually cause it. Would that count?”

As he held himself in his hand and watched Lucy pleasuring herself, Dan was too turned on to argue.

“Stroke it.” She said, forcefully. “I want to see.”

Dan began to stroke his cock, not taking his eyes off Lucy. Still watching him, she put one hand between her legs and moaned loudly.

At that moment, Dan suddenly remembered how wrong this was. How no-one could know about him and this beautiful young woman watching each other, trying to cum separately but together. The tip of his cock began to tingle and swell.

“Oh my god!” Lucy cried. “I can totally see that you’re about to c- OH FUCK!”

Lucy jolted forwards, the orgasm emanating from her pussy but rolling across her whole body. She thrust her pelvis involuntarily, twitching under the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open, making a high-pitched scream. Standing over her, it was the hottest thing Dan had ever seen. He threw his head back, pointing his cock into the air as he grunted with relief.

His first load arched through the air and landed on Lucy’s cheek, splattering over her skin. Shocked, she opened her eyes and looked up at Dan in time to watch helplessly as another rope flew straight towards her.

“So, let me get this straight,” Lucy said.

Dan opened his eyes and looked down.

“You can’t fuck me, that would be unforgiveable. But this is absolutely fine?”

Lucy was pointing at her face, and specifically the space between her eyebrows from which Dan’s cum was streaking down her nose.

“I’m sorry,” Dan mumbled. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. “If you want to leave, I understand.”

“Leave?” Lucy smiled. “But then how would you make it up to me?”