Page 5 of Seven Days
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While I was out on the golf course I got an alert on my phone that the back door had been opened. I disabled the alarm and slid my phone into my pocket, not giving it a thought. But as I was loading my clubs in the trunk, I decided to check and see if she had gone back in because I still had an alert about the open door.
There she was, floating naked in my pool. I was mildly alarmed when it looked like she was falling asleep, especially when I noticed the empty champagne bottle beside her. I was planning on stopping for some groceries and picking up takeout for dinner, but decided I’d better get home before she accidentally drowned in my pool.
By the time I got home, she had come in. As I passed her room, I heard the shower running. I realized she didn’t have clothes with her so went to grab some from my room.
Now, I’m standing at the threshold of the guest room watching Brianna, writhing around in the sheets, her fingers pumping into her pussy as she comes with my name on her lips.
What the hell?
Fuck, but she’s gorgeous. Her body is a literal work of art. Though I couldn’t see her well on the camera, I can now. And I didn’t even think twice about seeing a naked woman, I look at them nearly every day. But seeing her tan skin and brown nipples illuminated in the light of the moon does something to me. Her black hair spills across the white pillows like an onyx river, making me want to run my fingers through it.
But her pussy.Fuck. It’s perfect.
My cock is rock hard, pressing against the zipper of my shorts. This is so wrong. She’s my best friend’s daughter. Who just found out her dickhead ex was cheating on her. I just wanted to bring her some sweats and a t-shirt until we can get to her apartment and pick up her things tomorrow.I didn’t know I’d be getting treated to a peep show instead and I haven’t been this hard in years. Her entire body undulates as she comes. It is impossible to tear my eyes away.
Brianna must realize she came thinking about me because she mumbles to herself, too low for me to hear. She rolls onto her side away from me as she lifts the covers up and over her. I should set the clothes on the floor by the door and walk away, but I can’t. Something drives me to keep watch over her until I hear the soft sounds of sleep coming.
Pushing the door open softly, I set the clothes on the dresser. A moment passes while I fight the desire to walk around the far side of the bed and look down on her. I lie to myself, convincing no one that I’m just going around to check on her.
I am worried.
I’m just more drawn to her than I should be. As I cross the room and step beside the bed I see her full lips gently parted. Despite the orgasm she just had, her brows are furrowed and her face looks sad. Sadder than I’ve seen her since I walked into that dive bar. I haven’t even seen her shed one tear yet, and it takes every bit of will power I possess to not smooth her brow out with my thumb.
Who am I right now? This isn’t me. I don’t do tender feelings. I sure as fuck shouldn’t be lusting over my best friend’s daughter. Yet here I am, tempted to glide my hands over her sinful curves and smooth skin.
She shifts onto her back and I freeze, hoping she won’t wake up to find me looming over her like some sort of pervert. I manage to creep back to the door without her waking, closing softly behind me.
My feet move quietly over the cool marble tiles down the hall to my bedroom. I head directly for the bathroom, ready to shower off the sweat from the eighteen holes I played. Pulling my shirt over my head, I look at my reflection in the mirror a little harder than usual.
I’ve taken good care of myself over the years. Anything I would tell my patients to do to prevent needing my services, I’ve done. I’m fanatic about using sunscreen, drinking enough water, and getting adequate exercise. That dedication shows in my physique, there aren’t many fifty year old men with firm pectorals and defined abs.
As I step into the shower, I consider taking a cold one. My dick is still painfully hard, but it feels wrong to jerk off to thoughts of my best friend’s daughter.
My.
Best.
Friend’s.
Daughter.
Who I have known since she was nine. Never, not once, have I ever looked at her with a lustful thought. Obviously, she’s beautiful, but so what? Beautiful women are a dime a dozen in southern California.
The harder I try not to think about her, the more I fixate, and before I realize what I’m doing, my hand is wrapped around my cock as I relive the sounds Bri made as she circled her clit. How her pussy was so wet I could hear it from outside the room as she pumped her fingers in and out of her greedy, little cunt. The way she arched her back as she came, crying out my name.
My hand works faster, moving up and down my shaft with ruthless strokes. The rougher the better as far I’m concerned. I deserve a broken dick for this.
I picture her full tits and perfect nipples, imagining attaching a pair of clamps to them. Tugging on them as her orgasm builds. Thrusting my cock into her instead of my palm. I brace my left hand on the shower wall as I cum with an intensity I’ve not experienced in so long it feels foreign.
My chest heaves as I rest my head against the wall. Self-loathing runs deep through me, churning my stomach with bitter bile. Guilt eats at me, knowing Jack called me to take care of his daughter while he was away and here I am, twelve hours later, thinking about her while I jerk off in the shower.
I wash up quickly, ready to leave the shower of shame as fast as fucking possible. I dry off and pull on some athletic shorts before getting into bed. I brought home some charts to look over, but I don’t think I can concentrate on anything right now. I just need to sleep so I can wake up in the morning and forget what I saw.
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“Good morning,”Bri says as she walks into the kitchen.