Liza wants to help her friend (Part 1 of 4 )

 Liza wants to help her friend (Part 1 of 4 )



Bob loved his daughter and there wasn’t anything he wouldn't do for her. So, when Liza begged if Alice, her best friend, could live with them, Bob agreed. It wasn't odd. Alice's parents were going through an ugly divorce so it wasn't unusual for him to agree to help. Alice was her sensitive friend going through a difficult time. As it made sense.

The girls would share the same bedroom and could drive together to their morning classes at the local college. His neighbors thought this was wonderful example of his typical charity. But in this case, Bob agreed, not because his daughter asked, but because Alice was insanely hot and he knew she had a crush on him. She had the crush for years. To make matters worse, he had similar feelings about the petite little red head. In the back of his mind, Bob wanted to take advantage of her close proximity to coerce his way into her panties. It didn't matter he was more than twice her age.

Bob was proud of his life. He had a successful business and had a good marriage big house and a loving family. He even had a 55' Sea Ray moored down at the marina. But he would lose it all if any one found out what he planned to do; yet he couldn't stop himself. She had the body and the face to make him risk it all.

Always moving, always busy, Alice had a big, bright smile that lit up the room. But when they were alone, her eyes smiled too. Her green eyes sparkled as she told him about her favorite poems. After he feigned interest and asked her to read some poetry for him, she was like a new puppy filled with energy and excitement. But, as the words of some romantic French poem left her lips, Bob's eyes traveled over her young, exciting figure. Although immediately aroused by her body, he waited for the right moment to make his move.

After Alice moved in, Bob felt a sensual undercurrent between them whenever he spoke with her. While normally deferential, when they were alone, her manners bore a hint of flirtation but nothing too obvious at first. His daughter was always around but that didn't stop Bob from trying to draw Alice closer. He kept pursuing her.

He always sat next to her while watching a movie or eating a meal. He always hugged her goodnight. When his daughter was out of the room, Bob continually flirted with Alice but normally she shied away when things got too intimate but Bob sensed she wanted more. It was like a skittish fawn warily approaching a stream while knowing a crocodile lurked below the water. She was aware of the danger lurking below the surface, but she still wanted a taste.

As time passed, the flirtation between them grew more serious. Now, Alice didn't pull away as quickly when he hugged her goodnight. Even better, Alice started to take the initiative. Without Liza knowing, Alice continually deposited small gifts in the top drawer of his large wooden desk in his home office. These offerings were small like a chocolate truffle she wanted him to taste or newspaper articles she wanted to share, but he looked forward to these small tokens because it showed she has feelings for him and was willing to hide her acts from his daughter. This made him feel closer to her and excited by her.

Alice hung on his every word. She was excited by what he had to say. Whenever she had a problem, Alice came to him to resolve it. Every time, he succeeded Bob became her hero. He knew she would be his soon.

Weeks passed as they continued to secretly flirt. He made a point of always complementing her when they were alone. His soft pleasing words were followed by lingering touches when they spoke. When they were alone, his fingers became familiar with the small of her back and the rise of her ass. He was testing how far she would let him go while accosting her. Alice must have been tempted because her gifts became more personal.

His favorite gift was a juvenile poem written in flowery penmanship. It was such a bad poem but yet so promising. He kept it hidden from his daughter in his wallet. The purple pastel paper was folded into a square and signed with an "A". It read summer promises whispered, secret dreams seek ground; Turn around and see me; lift my veil and discover; treasures shared in the dark, only we two will ever know.

For the next two weeks, Bob wanted to privately thank Alice for her poem but the time was never quite right. His daughter was always around and he didn't want to embarrass Alice. Actually, he wanted to be alone with Alice because he wanted to seduce her. Between the lines of her poem, Alice had invited him into her bed and he wanted to RSVP. She may be reluctant but he would convince her.

Late on a Thursday night after he had barbecued all afternoon, the moment seemed right. When he went inside for another beer, Bob found Alice doing the dishes before bedtime while his, daughter was upstairs washing her hair and then afterward, his daughter was going to color her  hair so he knew he had a decent window of opportunity.

He stopped to watch Alice. Unaware that anyone was behind her, Alice hummed to herself while she discretely moved her hips to the song in her head. Very sexy highlighted by the single overhead light above the sink, Alice was wearing thin pajama bottoms and a short, white t-shirt.

Her sleeveless t-shirt was cut short enough to expose a narrow band of Alice's flat stomach. He loved her tiny, tanned waist and imagined his hands wrapped around her. Holding her and possessing her. He then imagined slipping his hands inside her t-shirt to fondle those magnificent breasts. Over time, he had caught brief glimpses of her breasts when she was picking up a book or when her robe was loosely tied.

But it was always too dark or too quick for him to see much, so Bob knew he wanted to see more of those soft orbs and nuzzle his face between them. Even more, he wanted to feel her nipples grow hard between his lips. Standing there in the dark, Bob continued to visually fondle Alice as his eyes drifted down her body.

She had a magnificent tight round ass that looked great perched high on her long legs. As with all young women, Alice's cotton pajama bottoms were a little too tight. Decorated with little hearts and red lips, the bottoms were too long and pooled around her feet so she had to shuffle around in them so she wouldn't trip. Bob smiled as he realized she wasn't going to be able to run away in them and escape.

Through the thin cotton bottoms, Bob could see Alice was wearing a pink thong. A dainty thong covered in lace and held together with thin straps. The thong snugly wrapped around her hips and peeked out of the top of her pajama's waistband on both sides. Standing in the doorway without her knowing, he visually traced the thong down to where it disappeared between her firm ass cheeks. Lost in lustful thoughts, Bob imagined if he pulled Alice's PJ's down those long legs, the lacy thong would barely hide her young pussy.

Bob had always liked Alice's tight ass and thought back to the times he had, innocently rested his hand on Alice's bottom during a long conversation while his daughter was out of the room or when he hugged her goodnight. Bob thought about the soft skin of Alice's ass cushioning her flexing muscles. Even when he held Alice too long, she never pulled away or stopped him while he innocently touched her. He felt his cock stir while thinking about touching her even more intimately.

Spurred by lust and alcohol, Bob decided he was going to make his first move tonight but beforehand, he turned around and listened to make sure his daughter were still busy upstairs. It was quiet. As she never did anything quickly, so he decided he had about an hour before he would see her again. It was more than enough time to persuade his little sweetheart.

Satisfied with the impromptu situation, he snuck up behind Alice and carefully placed his hands on the exposed skin of her hips. His temperature immediate rose. As he grabbed her, his cock grew even more at the touch of her soft skin. Trapped between Bob and the counter top, Alice was startled until he whispered, Alice, I loved your poem. It was so romantic and heartfelt.

Although Bob didn't remove his hands from her bare waist, she relaxed. Inspired by her cooperation, he gave her a kiss on the cheek from behind. It was a lover's kiss soft and tender. Embarrassed, Alice responded. Thank you, Mr. Thompson.

She blushed but continued doing the dishes while looking at Bob's reflection in the window above the sink. Her big green eyes sparkled at him. Bob looked back at Alice and smiled but then purposely, he lowered his eyes to her breasts. Without a bra, her pink nipples were easily seen through the thin cotton top. He loved it when she pranced through the house while bra-less.

As he overtly stared at her tits, he noticed Alice's nipples growing hard in her tiny white t-shirt. Her breasts were the size of softballs and were too big not to wear a bra but Bob was thankful for Alice's indiscretion. Her soft round orbs stood high and proud on her chest. Adding to her sexiness, the front of her t-shirt was covered in little wet spots caused by the splashes from washing the dishes. Alice must have noticed he was staring at her breasts because, almost on cue, she puffed out her chest. When he looked back into her eyes, he knew she was aware of his desire because she blushed even more.

Unlike his daughter who at times wore too much perfume, Alice smelled fresh and clean. Bob leaned closer and whispered into her ear. What did your poem mean, Alice? It was so sensual and mysterious. It was just like you.

With a flutter of her long eyelashes, Alice dropped her eyes and mumbled, It was nothing, Mr. Thompson. It was something that just came to me late one night. I thought you might like it.

Bob pried more, Alice, what were you thinking about late at night to write such a beautiful poem? There was so much deep-felt yearning in those words. So much desire, as your feelings must have been very strong. Why did you think I would like the poem?

Alice didn't respond and kept looking down, so Bob pried some more, when you said, Treasures shared in the dark, were you thinking about a boy, Alice of touching him, or of him touching you and making love to you.



By nutbuster