My ex’s dad

After my boyfriend and I broke up it seemed as though he got all of our mutual friends. That depressed me as some of those people I considered my good friends. That must have made me a real killjoy as most of my friends stopped hanging out with me around that time.
Everything put together made me so mad at Derek. I racked my brain trying to understand a way to get back at him. I wondered about starting a rumour about him, sleeping with his best friend and hitting on his dad. In the end I decided not to do anything because all of the things that I’ve mentioned seemed pretty trashy.
Life went on. I went to work, hung out with the few friends I had left and read a lot of good books. Overall the breakup wasn’t as bad as I wondered it would be. I was living a good life.
During that time my mind kept going back to the time that Derek, his family and I went to the beach. I was so excited to go on that trip. I had bought a new bikini and was just thrilled.
What I remember most about that day was watching Barry (Derek’s dad) take off his shirt when we arrived and putting a towel around his waist at the end of the day to wiggle out of his wet shorts. The sound the shorts made when they hit the sand I think gave me a mini orgasm.
Before I go on, let me tell you that I had a enormous crush on Barry. During that time I was in my late twenties and he had to have been in early fifties. He had a solid chest, broad shoulders, small waist. I’d guess that he was about six feet tall with short hair and big arms. He looked as though he could play a cop in a movie.
I wondered about calling Barry; not to get back at Derek but because I’d like to chat with him. I wouldn’t want him to break up with his wife but I’d like to see how far we could go. I quickly put it out of my mind because I didn’t want anybody thinking that I was being trashy to get back at Derek.
Over the next few weeks my mind kept going back to Barry. It became such nuisance that I ended up going through the photos on my phone until I found a picture Barry washing his car topless. He was wet and his nicely sculpted body glistened in the sun. My intention was to ask my girlfriends’ opinions on whether I should give him a call. If they said no or if they weren’t sure I’d show them the picture and see whether their comment changed. If I got enough yeses I’d call him.
Over the next few days I asked my girlfriends’ opinions and their friends’ opinions. For the most part it was either a “No” or an “I don’t think you should get involved with an older man.” The answers remained the same when they saw the picture
I had my answer. I closed the book on that question with the intention never to revisit it.
A week or so passed without ever thinking about Barry; I wondered I was cured. That was until I had a dream about him. It was when he was washing his car. When he finished washing it instead of applying wax, he came over and kissed me. When I woke up I opened my phone’s photo album to the picture of him and masturbated.
While I masturbated I imagined pulling his athletic shorts down to his knees and sucking his big cock. He then fucked me on the grass for everyone to see. As he pushed his big cock into my tight pussy I let out a squeal of pain mixed with pleasure. I actually squirted. It was the first time that I had ever done that so it surprised me a little but it felt so fucking good.
At that minute I was torn: I really wanted to talk with him but there were so many reasons why I shouldn’t.
That day when I was at work I went to the bathroom, closed the stall door, pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet. Instead of doing my company I opened my phone to that picture of him. When I reached between my legs I felt that I was very wet. My clit was also extremely swollen. I barely touched myself and I came. It was so intense. I had never made myself cum that hard before no matter which toy I used. When I left the stall I looked around and saw that I was the only one in the bathroom. I stood infront of the mirror, opened my shirt, lifted my bra and took a selfie where my face was clearly visible.
When I got back to my desk I frantically looked through my contacts trying to discover Barry’s mobile number. When I found it I let out a enormous sigh of relief. I opened the picture of me in the bathroom, added the message “It’s Elizabeth, call me.” I entered my number and put my thumb over the send button. I was having second thoughts when I remembered his big cock from my dream. It was perfect: big and thick with a slight bend so it would hit my g spot with every thrust.
I hit send.
For the rest of the day I was a nervous wreck. I kept thinking ‘What if it offends him and he doesn’t call me.’ Every time that I wondered that it was pushed apart by my deep desire to speak with him.
When I got home my phone binged with a text message. When I checked it out I saw it was from him. At that moment all of the fear was washed out of me and replaced by excitement.
Before I looked at it I went to my room, tore the covers off the bed and stripped down to my birthday suit. When I lay down I opened the text message and liked what I saw. The message said “I liked your tits, they made me hard.”
I scrolled down a saw a picture of him infront of a full length mirror. He was naked with a hard on. His body was just as nice as I had imagined and his dick was easily as big as it was in my dream, if not bigger. When I zoomed in I saw a drop of pre cum on the big mushroom head.
I decided that I was gonna take this game a little further. I put a mirror between my legs and filmed myself masturbating. As I was doing it I spread my pussy lips so that he would get a good look at my clit. After I had cum I opened my fingers so he could see my sticky cum. At the end I wrote “Call me.”
I pressed send and waited.
About a half hour later my phone rang