Story of my life 001

Story of my life 001


Chapter 1
I laid around flipping through the channels in my short shorts and t-shirt, looking at the program I was watching in boredom. Sheesh, I thought the last summer before college would be fun. I mean, I know that it’s the middle of the day, but it was too hot to do anything other than stay inside and watch some shows. The din of the show that was playing echoed through my house, which was empty currently.
My dad was at work. My mom has been out of the picture since I was a kid, so my dad raised me for the eighteen years and one month of my life thus far. I never knew my mom. She essentially gave me to the dad, and she was a deadbeat, so I can’t be too pissed off.
My dad took care of me. He was sweet, and I was happy to have the support. Plus, the guy was paying for my college too, so I couldn't’ complain.
I yawned, blandly watching the program, wondering just when something might happen.
That is, until I heard a knock at the door.
I immediately looked at it in a confused manner. couldn't be the mailman, he already came. I wasn’t expecting any deliveries, and my dad didn’t say shit about it either. I waltzed over to the door, opening it slowly and looking out.
"Matthew?” I asked.
It was our neighbor, a man about twenty years my senior, and really fucking attractive. I don’t know what it was about older men, but I certainly did feel a strange heat in my pants as I looked at the attractive guy. He stared back at me, smiling warmly.
"Hello there Bailey, how are things?” he asked.
I flushed, lightly skirting around. I noticed his eyes were on my shorts, which had already ridden up quite a bit. Fuck, I felt turned on just by having this man look at me.
“Uh pretty good. What do you need?” I asked him.
"I was going to ask if it was cool to borrow a power drill. I’m actually working on a project, and I started to do this, but then I realized the motor on mine is broken, so I came over here to see if you could help me out,” he offered.
I looked at him, feeling a flush ghost against my body. Fuck, why did he have to say that. I looked him over, seeing that he had on a tank top and some shorts. I mean it was simple, but that, combined with the small stubble he had, and the smile that made my pussy throb, started to make me feel things.
“Oh sure. that’s fine. You can come in,” I said.
Normally, my dad wasn’t into guests being in our home uninvited, but he wasn’t going to be home for a few hours. I let him in, and he soon followed me. I could feel his eyes gazing at my plump ass, which only made me more aroused, and turned me on even fucking more.
When I finally got to the garage door, I looked at him, blushing as I started to fiddle with the light.
"Fuck, this old light is often hard for me to get,” I said.
“Need a hand?”
The tall man immediately hovered over me, turning the light on. The closeness of his body, the scent that he had, all of this was just turning me the fuck on even more. I breathed in the heavenly scent, feeling like I was on cloud nine as I started to watch him walk into this place. I followed suit, feeling my face grow red with embarrassment as I finally got through the door.
The garage was small. I looked around for the power tool, finally finding it and handing it over to Matthew.
"Here it is. I--”
Course, before I could hand it, my klutzy ass tripped, immediately falling into his arms. He grabbed me, his hand on my ass, and as I looked at him, I flushed as I realized what was going on.
“Oh sorry!” he cried out, pulling his hand back. I immediately cursed myself for having this happen just now. Motherfucker, I wanted him to touch me. To let his hands graze upon my ass, to feel the curves that were now there.
"It’s fine. Really. It happens. I should’ve been more careful,” I said.
I brought the power tool up to his hands, and he took it out of my own with one hand. But, his hand stayed near my ass, looking at me with a smile.
“You’ve filled out quite well. By the way, happy belated birthday,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied, enjoying the small touch that was against my plump backside. I did get praised for my ass many times, and as he did this, he looked at me.
"So my dear, do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.
Holy fuck. He was flirting with me. This older man was flirting with me. I mean shit, the guy was almost forty years old, but there was something just so damn...arousing about him. I looked at Matthew, and then I shook my head.
“Nope. I don’t,” I told him.
"Well, I guess that’s fine then. I mean, I'm surprised since you have such a good ass,” he told me, letting his hands dance against my backside, touching there. I immediately moved into the touch, moaning slightly as I felt him get closer to me. I felt my body almost magically move up to his own, my lips right against his own.
I stared at him, and a part of me wondered if this was the right thing to do. I mean he was older, hotter than hell, and I wanted to see where this might lead to. He then looked at me, and for a moment, I could practically see the tension in his eyes.
He wanted this just as much as I did.
Before I knew it, my lips were against his own, kissing him passionately. The two of us stayed like this for a second, before he pulled away and looked at me.
"I’m sorry I--”
"What are you sorry about? I haven’t moved away,” I told him.
“But Bailey, you’re my best friend’s daughter,” he cried out.
“Yeah, and it’s obvious that you want this. Plus, I want to work on your tool as well,” I told him.
I pushed my body against his own, feeling the hardening package there. I did lust for this guy, and I mean, I know that this was taboo, especially since my dad is his good friend, but it’s a secret I'm willing to take to the grave.
He looked at me, and then gave me a kiss once more. I kissed him back, and I soon noticed him pull away, looking at me with a smile on his face.