Eight

Richard shoved the blankets off his legs with a frustrated groan. Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand only made him groan louder. 2:17. Why in the hell was he having such a hard time sleeping? The rest of their night had been quite a bit like their day, they all enjoyed the pool or laid around in the chaise lounge chairs, savored an excellent steak dinner, even if he did say so himself, emptied a bottle of wine and started in on his bottle of scotch. Even Justin managed to be sociable, much to Richard’s surprise, even being playful with Valerie, which was something Richard didn’t expect to see from his son. Not straitlaced Justin.

Shaking his head, Richard reached for his water bottle on the nightstand only to find it empty. Well, this night—or rather, morning—just gets better and better.

With a low growl, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and shoved himself to his feet. On his way out of the room, he tossed the water bottle into the small trash can by his door and grabbed his robe from the hook, slipping it over his nude body. He rarely wore the robe, since he had been living the life of a bachelor for the past few months, but now figured better safer than sorry. He didn’t bother tying it, though, assuming no one in the house struggled sleeping the way he did, and the darkness belonged to him. One of the joys of youth. After jerking the door open, he stepped out into the hall for another bottle of water.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, yawning again as he descended the steps. The house was quiet, just as quiet as it had been for a while, and as he walked, he forgot about the others in the house for the time being. He had gotten used to being alone in the giant ranch-style home, walking around nude most of the time, skinny dipping in his pool, sunbathing in the nude. He intended on taking full advantage again of the nudist lifestyle tomorrow, while the kids were out and about. There was just something about the way the air felt against bare flesh he enjoyed, not being so encumbered with material. He laughed as he reached the bottom of the stairs. I sound like a young kid, rather than a professional old man. With a quick shake of his head, he headed for the kitchen.

After opening the fridge, he pulled out a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and stood there drinking half of it. When he finished, he took a deep breath, reached in and grabbed a second bottle, and closed the fridge door. Moving over to the kitchen sink and setting the second bottle of water on the counter, he glanced out at the backyard, staring into the darkness, remembering the day out by the pool, picturing Valerie walking around in her skimpy bathing suit, her ass almost bare, her luscious tits straining against her bikini top. The images in his mind alone were enough to harden his cock, and he felt it growing as he stood there, one hand on his water bottle and the other bracing himself on the edge of the sink. God, she looked hot as hell, her slender frame ready to be bent over the side of the pool and just taken, his cock plunging into her, spearing her young cunt. He groaned as he downed the rest of his first bottle of water, his cock throbbing from where it poked out of his open robe. With a sigh, he set the empty bottle in the sink and reached for the other one, turning as he fell back on the counter.

“Oh, Mr. Pressman,” Valerie said as she stood there, her gaze riveted to his hard cock. “I, uh, didn’t know anyone was awake.” She still hadn’t looked up from his hard shaft.

Richard jerked, yanking his robe closed and almost spilling his water all over the floor. “Val, I’m so sorry. I thought everyone was asleep. Still no excuse to go prancing about with my, uh, well…not covered. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right,” she said, still staring at his now-covered cock. When she finally forced her eyes to meet his, he could see the hunger in her eyes. At least, he hoped it was a hunger. Was it a hunger? “It’s your house, after all.” She moved over to the fridge, and he watched her ass sway, barely covered by the long T-shirt she wore. “You’re not used to having people around.” She chuckled. “If I had a house to myself, I’d be walking around naked all the time. I’m sorry I walked in on you, though. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He watched as she opened the refrigerator door, pulling out a bottle of water for herself. Closing the door, she turned, falling back on it as she opened her water bottle. “Well, I should have been more conscious,” he said, his gaze glued to where her hard nipples stretched the fabric of her shirt, her breasts huge melons ready to be kneaded by his powerful hands. His cock throbbed even more, and he could feel his pre-cum staining the inside of his robe. Glancing back to her soft blue eyes, he dipped his head once. “Again, I’m sorry.”

Her gaze locked onto his as she took a long swallow of her water. Lowering the bottle, she bumped her ass against the fridge slightly and then crossed the room to where he stood, one hand clutching his robe closed. Standing in front of him, she reached out, pulling his robe open so that his hard shaft poked out again. She bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at his throbbing manhood, grinning. “Oh, I’m not,” she said, one brow raised. Looking back up at him, her grin grew. “Of course, I suppose it is unfair. I’ve seen you naked, but you’ve only see me in a bathing suit.” He watched as she set her water bottle on the counter and quickly yanked her T-shirt off her body, exposing herself completely to him. She draped the shirt over his shoulder as he raked her with his carnal gaze, soaking in her massive tits and shriveled nipples, and then she picked up her water bottle again. “Fair is fair, after all,” she said with a wink, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen, her round ass swaying seductively.

He stood there watching as she slipped out of the room, heading for the stairs, his cock throbbing more than ever. He slid her shirt off his shoulder, staring at it with wide eyes before lifting it to his face and inhaling deeply. Her scent filled him, making his cock ache for her. Reaching to the side, he snatched up the other water bottle, twisted the cap off, and downed the contents in one long, desperate swallow. When he lowered the empty bottle, he stared at the doorway, wondering what the hell just happened. She stripped, right there in front of him, right here in his kitchen. She even opened his robe, so she could see his cock again. He groaned, knowing how wrong the entire situation was, but also how hot. This young girl wanted to see his cock! God, did she want more? Was she just teasing an old man, or did she really want him? And what about Justin? He couldn’t do that to his son, but damn, he hungered to stuff his pulsing cock into that young little cunt, slamming into her until she cried out his name. Would he be able to resist if she came at him again like she just did? It had taken him completely by surprise, of course, or he would have shoved her over the kitchen island and fucked her tight little pussy raw until he dumped his load into her young cunt.

Richard sucked in a breath, shaking the image from his mind. God, how twisted am I? At the moment, he felt extremely twisted thinking about his son’s girlfriend the way he was.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out another water bottle, tying his robe shut as he did. With his luck Justin would come down and catch him walking around, his hard cock exposed. How Valerie would explain not having her T-shirt on when they woke up, Richard had no idea, but he kept it with him as he ascended the stairs, sniffing it one more time. He would have an even harder time sleeping now, he knew, but damn, it was worth it.

Setting the water bottle on his nightstand, he shrugged out of his robe, letting it fall to the floor. He climbed into bed, choosing to lie on top of the covers for now, his cock sticking straight up, hard and throbbing. Wrapping Valerie’s shirt around his shaft, he started jacking off, picturing her bent over the kitchen island, her perfect ass in front of him, her huge tits pressed down on the top of the island as he gripped her hips and shoved his cock in and out of her young, hungry cunt. Harder, he fucked her, driving into her from behind, her cries filling the kitchen, as well as the sounds of her juices, as he took her precious pussy. He could see his fingers digging deep into her flesh, feel his cock twitching, feel her juices coating him as she begged for him to fuck her harder, faster…

With a grunt, he shot his cum into her T-shirt, still stroking his cock as he clenched his eyes shut and savored the rush. When he opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, allowing his body to relax into the bed. Yeah, definitely twisted.