My Dad's Bestfriend Visits
794 Words
I heard a knock before I saw the devil.
It wasn't a friendly knock. It was deliberate three slow, heavy beats that rattled through the thin walls of the house.
“I pause in the kitchen, frozen in place with a noodle in my hand. The smell of burned eggs clung to the air.
“Another knock.”
“Coming."
I said finally coming out of the kitchen. I opened the door and finally saw him, my dad's best friend. Uncle Michael
He was standing, dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses.
He wasn't just hot and handsome; he looked nothing like his age, forty-five. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest. There was gravity inside him, a weight in the way he moved and spoke.
He had always been so nice to me; he always called me his sweetheart, and I used to blush whenever he called me that.
He was wearing a smile on his face.
“Hey, Uncle Michael, it's you”? I finally said with a smile on my face.
How are you, dear?
I’m fine.
Where is your dad? I have been trying to reach him on the phone but couldn't get through to him.
“Oh, Dad left early in the morning, saying he will be having a meeting, so I guess he is still in the meeting.”
Okay, he said, staring at me, that was when it hit me that I was only wearing shorts and a half vest, making my thigh visible.
Do you mind if I come in and have some coffee, the weather is cold out here.
“Yeah, sure, Uncle, come in, please.”
I gave him a way, and he made himself into the house, but I caught him glaring at my boobs.
I found myself asking what was wrong with him, I kept the thought aside and made my way to the house. He was sitting on one of the couches in the living room, as I made my way back to the kitchen to make him the coffee he asked for.
“I was done making the coffee and took it carefully to him. He reached out to take it from me, but in the process, his fingers brushed against mine and lingered just a second too long. The smile he gave me sent warmth rushing to my cheeks.”
Trying to steady myself, I turned back into the kitchen and brought my bowl of noodles. I sat down, quietly eating while he sipped his coffee, the silence between us stretching until he finally spoke.
“When will your dad be back?” he asked casually, his eyes on me.
“Probably late I guess,” I replied. “He said he has a lot to do at the office.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes. “And won’t I have the privilege of tasting your noodles?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Noodles are for kids,” I teased, moving closer. “But since you insist, you can have some.”
“Not unless you feed me yourself,” he countered smoothly.
“Feed you? Uncle Michael, really?” I raised a brow, half amused and half nervous.
But he looked completely serious, and before I could change my mind, I scooped up a spoonful and held it out. He leaned forward, taking it from me without breaking eye contact.
I was still standing awkwardly when, with one sudden pull, he drew me down onto his lap. My heart raced as I found myself seated there, the spoon trembling slightly in my hand, while I continued feeding him bite after bite. I was done feeding him and gave him some water to gulp down, and he did.
He drew me closer to his chest so that I could feel his breath on my face, and all of a sudden, I felt his lips on mine.
“What the fuck.” I said to myself, What is Uncle Michael doing to me.
He kissed me so hard with his tongue that I couldn't resist how he was kissing me. I have always wanted to do this for so long.
I found myself kissing him back, while I felt his hand caressing down as he unbuckled the bottom of my shorts, and made his way inside my pants with a trample finger.
“I let out a moan which escaped my lips as I felt his fingers inside my cunt playing with my pussy.”
‘His eyes darkened.’
Should I stop with what I'm doing, he asked.
“My eyes were closed, lost in how he was careless with my p***y, “No Uncle Michael please don't stop.
“He smiled.”
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