[F4A] Your Daughter's Friend Cheers You Up

It was the summer, and your daughter was staying with you at your vacation house during her summer break. She had brought some of her friends along, and they were spending most of their time hanging around the pool in their skimpy swimsuits, having the time of their lives.

You were down though. You used to love hanging out with your daughter at the vacation house, but since the divorce this had just been 'the house', and your daughter was an adult now. She had her own friends, and didn't have much time for dear old dad. You were spending your time watching TV and reminiscing.

One night you were nursing a glass of whiskey, when the patio door slid open, and your daughter's friend Emily strutted into the house, with a towel wrapped around her. You comment that you didn't realise anyone was still up.

"Just me," she replies. "What are you drinking? Can I have some?"

She's 19, but you decide to let her have some anyway. She takes the glass from you, and sips at it cautiously.

"What's your deal, anyway?" She asks. "You seem down in the dumps. Maybe I can help?"

My response:

"Not down in the dumps, Emily," I reply "Just tired" "You reach a point when you realize that you're not young anymore, that your responsibilities are now larger than your need to go out and party."

You take a bigger sip of whiskey and have a seat on the stool I have my feet up on.

"But what do you do to have fun? To unwind?" you ask.

"A nice glass of that," I point at the whisky, "Maybe a book or binge some television. When the weather's nice I like to walk along the lakeshore."

"Seeing anyone?" you ask "Don't worry, I won't tell your daughter..."

I laugh... "I wouldn't know where to go to find someone of interest or who wasn't loaded down with more baggage than I have..."

You ponder that for a moment and then down the rest of the whiskey. You stand and lean over me a bit, putting the glass on the table beside me.

"Thanks for the drink," you say and lean in as if you were going to give me a little peck. I realize my mistake when it becomes a full fledged, sloppy, tongue running along my upper lip kiss. Totally taken by surprise and having not really had that kind of contact since the divorce, I hope the sudden bulge in my shorts isn't too noticeable.

You smile at me, straighten up and start to turn to walk away... and notice my bulge. Your smile changes slightly as you turn back towards me. You kneel in front of me, pushing the ottoman out of the way and reaching for my waistband. The shorts are elastic waist with a drawstring... but who ties them up anyway? It seems I'm stuck somewhere between paralysis and hoping if I don't make a move this dream will not just suddenly go "pop".

Deftly you hike my shorts down far enough that my still growing erection is exposed. You lean forward and place the same sort of kiss you previously gave my lips on the tip of my cock, the swipe of your tongue push back my foreskin slightly.

I let out a little sigh that becomes a much larger groan as you take my entire cock into your mouth "That's got to be all the way in her throat!" my mind registers as you start deep throating me. Back and forth, back and forth... I am in no condition to try and deal with this onslaught. You feel my cock jump once, twice and you pull your mouth back, just sucking on the head as my semen splashes against the back of your throat.

You hold my cock there with your lips until I'm finished. You swallow whatever is left in your mouth and then lick me clean with long, slow strokes of your tongue.

You stand again and lean forward for another kiss. I'm ready this time so it's better and lasts longer. I can taste the trace of my cum on your tongue as you break the kiss and say "Good night!" following it with a light peck on the lips.

I'm left watching your towel wrapped body smoothly walk away from me towards the rooms all of you girls are sharing wondering "Did that just happen?"