I had just finished raking up the leaves, and when I came inside, my daugher, Laura, informed me that she taking her sister Lisa Black Friday shopping. As a single father, I thanked the gods the day my oldest got her license so I wouldn't have to be a disinterested observer on their shopping jaunts. I told them not to spend all day out and she said that they were only going to one store anyway.
I went upstairs to wash off all the grime I accumulated on my body. As I finished rinsing off, the doorbell rang. I tried to quickly dry myself off, but it rang again, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and went down to answer it. It was Evie!
Evie was a friend of Laura's, in town for the Thanksgiving holiday during her freshman year in college. Evie and Laura were friends from the neighborhood summer swim team, and they spent many a summer day hanging out in our backyard pool. I never minded since Evie was most definitely hot - her bright blue eyes always sending impulses straight to my groin, and her slender but curvy body stirring my lust. But to my dismay, I was old enough to be her father, and I could only ever look, never act.
"Oh, hi Mr. Jones, is Laura home?" she asked.
"Sorry, no, she took Lisa shopping - shall I tell her you stopped by?"
"Oh, that's Okay, I texted her that I wanted to borrow her blue dress and she said I could pick it up anytime."
"Well then, why don't you run in and get it and I'll let her know you have it."
"Thanks!"
Evie ran upstairs to fetch it and I watched her tight jeans make their way upward. I made sure to reposition my towel in order to hide any possible activity.
"I couldn't find it. I'm going to text her," Evie announced, as she sat on my family room couch and buried herself in her phone. She removed her jacket to reveal a sheer black blouse with a shiny black bra underneath. I've always coveted those perfectly round breasts, having seen so much of them in those miniscule bikinis she wore in the summer.
"How's college treating you?" I asked, as I felt like I needed to make small talk. I was also slightly mesmerized by her outfit so I needed an excuse to stare at her.
"It's good. Learning lots of stuff, both in and out of the classroom."
"I bet," I replied, as my mind wandered off about the possibilities of what that meant. I felt myself needing to go upstairs before she noticed involuntary movement under my towel.
"I'm gonna go get dressed. Make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything."
I escaped up to my bathroom, and just about ten seconds after I closed it, there was a tapping at the door.
"Yes?" I asked.
The door opened and Evie stepped inside. "Um, there's something I wanted to ask you."
"What is it?" I asked, my heart nervously pounding.
"What's going on here?" she asked, as she reached her hand inside my towel and wrapped her hand around my semi-rigid shaft.
I was pleasantly shocked, but I grabbed her arm and began to pull it away and said, "I don't think that's a good idea."
But she tightened her grip and asked, "Why not?"
"Well, I could think of a lot of reasons why this would be bad - and what about Laura?" I sternly replied.
"Laura would never find out, and I wouldn't tell anyone... I've learned in college that if I want something, I shouldn't ignore it."
Evie gazed into my eyes to gauge my reaction to all of this. She decided to start stroking since my arm didn't seem to be using enough force to remove hers. My long neglected cock grew very excited by all of this. My brain was fighting to say no, but the rest of my body had other ideas. My eyes looked into hers as my hands ran up her front to squeeze her ripe breasts. Evie softly moaned as she tugged at my cock, working me fully erect.
"You're quite a man, Mr. Jones," as she coyly sized my length in her hands.