As a young woman in her early twenties, I had at all times considered myself to be quite mature for my age. I was independent, confident and more experienced than most of my peers when it came to matters of the flesh. So when I found myself staying at my best friend’s house for a few weeks while her family went on vacation, I didn’t think anything of it.
That was until I met her father.
Mr. Smith was a handsome man in his mid-forties with salt and pepper hair and bright blue eyes that twinkled mischievously when he smiled. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean, muscular create that suggested he worked out regularly. And let me tell you, as soon as I laid eyes on him, my knees went weak.
At first, I tried to put my feelings apart and just enjoy my stay with my friend. But every time I saw Mr. Smith, my heart would race and my pulse quicken until I wondered I might faint. I couldn’t help the way I felt, but I knew it was wrong. After all, he was my best friend’s dad.
One night, I was walking down the hallway towards the kitchen when I heard soft, rhythmic breathing coming from the adjacent bedroom. Curious, I peeked inside and saw Mr. Smith lying on his back, fast asleep and shirtless, with the sheets pulled down to reveal his chiseled abs and washboard stomach.
I knew I should turn around and walk away before he woke up and caught me, but something inside of me just couldn’t withstand. Before I knew it, I had tiptoed over to the side of the bed and was standing over him, gazing down at his gorgeous body in rapt fascination.
It wasn’t until he stirred and opened his eyes that I realized the gravity of the situation. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as he sat up and looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and curiosity.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“I…I don’t know,” I stammered, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at me with a mix of disbelief and desire. Then, he patted the empty space beside him on the bed and said, “Come here.”
Heart racing, I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him, feeling his warmth radiating off his body as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I could smell his musky, masculine scent and feel the heat of his breath on my face as he leaned in to kiss me.
For a moment, I hesitated, unsure if I could go through with this. But then, he cupped my face with his hand and brought his lips down to mine, kissing me deeply and passionately until all my doubts vanished.
As I lost myself in the moment, I realized that I had never felt so alive, so free, so completely and utterly aroused. Mr. Smith had awakened a desire in me that I never knew existed, and I was helpless to withstand his charms.
That night, we made love for hours, exploring each other’s bodies with unabashed hunger and passion until we were both trembling with pleasure. And even though I knew it was wrong, even though I would have to face the consequences of my actions, I couldn’t bring myself to regret a single moment of it.
For the rest of my stay at my friend’s house, Mr. Smith and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We sneaked kisses in the hallways, shared secret glances at the dinner table, and made love whenever we had the chance. And though we both knew it couldn’t last forever, we both reveled in the forbidden thrill of our secret affair.
In the end, I had to leave and return to my own life, but the memories of that incredible time stayed with me forever. And though I never saw Mr. Smith again, I could at all times feel his presence with me, tempting me, seducing me, and daring me to take risks I never wondered feasible.