When I was younger, I was wild and full of energy, especially when it came to romance. The more attention I got, the better I felt. I even made it a game to flirt with my friends’ dads. And honestly, I was pretty good at it. Those men knew to keep their hands off their daughters, but their daughter’s friend? That was a different story—not quite off-limits. Some of those dads were, to my delight, easy to charm. [Photo from VelvetVabe]
One dad, Tom, always stood out in my memory. I thought he was a bit of a sad figure, always under the thumb of his wife and daughters. My friend Sarah told me her mom, Linda, was super controlling. When Linda was in the mood, she’d order Tom to please her in whatever way she wanted—usually from behind, if you catch my drift. But Sarah also hinted that Linda wasn’t always faithful, sneaking around behind Tom’s back. Hearing how Tom was treated made me think he might be open to some attention. If I was sweet to him—unlike his wife and daughters—maybe he’d be tempted. Plus, if he knew about Linda’s cheating, it might make him more open to me.
Tom was super handy, always fixing things. Whether it was my bike or, later, my car, he was my go-to guy. He was also great with woodworking, a real jack-of-all-trades. Whenever I visited, I’d dress just flirty enough—short skirts, tight tops, but never too much. I’d catch his eye, and I could tell he was looking. I’d bend over to “pick something up” in his line of sight or lean in close so he could sneak a peek at my chest. With the parents I was close to, I’d give a big hug when I arrived or left. Tom was no exception. I’d press myself just a little closer during those hugs, my chest against his. I’m not sure if he noticed, but it made my heart race.
One afternoon, I stopped by to see Sarah without calling first. Big risk, but she wasn’t home. The house was quiet, but their car was in the driveway, so I figured Tom was around. Sure enough, I found him tinkering in his workshop—a little shed packed with tools. We said hi, and I gave him a warm hug, pressing myself against him a bit more, letting him feel me. My top was tight, and I knew he couldn’t miss it. His workshop had everything, even a coffee maker, so we sat down with cups of coffee and started chatting. I wore a short summer skirt and sat across from him, legs slightly apart, hoping to spark his imagination. He was in jeans and a tank top, and I noticed how strong and fit he looked—something I hadn’t really seen before.
“So, all the ladies are out, and you’re here all alone?” I teased. “Yeah,” he sighed. “They do whatever they want without asking me.” Our chat flowed, and it was clear Tom felt left out. “They don’t really need me,” he said, sounding defeated. Without thinking, I blurted out, “But Linda needs you for the fun stuff, right?” The room went quiet. My face turned red. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! That was dumb of me!” I stammered.
Tom didn’t say anything at first, but I could see I’d hit a nerve. “You’re not wrong,” he finally said. “Linda needs me for that, but it’s not like I have a say. Back in the day, we had fun together, even if I let her take charge. But now? She’s just bossy. I’m basically there to do what she says, and it’s not fun anymore. Even the girls side with her. I won’t bore you with the details.” “Sounds intense,” I said, steering clear of anything too personal.
I stood up, walked over, and hugged him. We stood there, quiet, my body pressed against his. I could feel my excitement building as I moved slightly, letting him feel me. “What do you want, Tom?” I whispered, brushing my lips against his ear. “Just to enjoy someone, you know? No orders, no demands,” he said softly. “Linda’s got a great body, and I used to love that, but now she wants things her way. It’s a shame.” “So, you just want some slow, easy fun?” I asked. “Exactly,” he said.
I wrapped my arms tighter around him, feeling him respond. “I can feel you,” I whispered, noticing his growing excitement. “Oh, sorry,” he said, pulling back a bit. I slid my hands to his waist, pulling him closer, moving my hips to tease him. His hands trembled as they rested on my shoulders. “It’s okay,” I said, looking into his eyes. “I’ve done this before.” He stammered, nervous, but I shushed him, running my hand over him, feeling him grow harder. My own excitement was building fast.
I knelt down, slowly undoing his jeans, pulling him free. His hands ran through my hair as I leaned in, whispering, “I want to do this for you.” I stood to kiss him, then led him to his workbench. I slipped off his shirt, running my hands over his surprisingly toned chest. I guided his hands to my top, and he pulled it off, revealing my bare skin. The cool air made me shiver, and he gently touched me, exploring. I took him in my hand, feeling him pulse, and sank to my knees again. I tasted him, slow at first, then deeper, looking up to see his head tilted back, eyes closed, soft moans escaping him.
His reaction drove me wild. I worked harder, feeling him tense, until he couldn’t hold back. He gripped my hair, his breath heavy, as he let go. I tried to keep up, but some spilled onto me. I looked up at him, smiling, keeping things light. My own desire was overwhelming—I wanted more.
I climbed onto the workbench, pushing tools aside, and got on all fours. I guided his hand to my skin, and he slid my shorts down, kissing me softly. His touch was gentle but firm, exploring me, making me moan. I leaned over a stool, urging him on. “Please, Tom, I need you,” I said, my voice desperate.
He didn’t hold back. “You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, positioning himself. I felt him ease in, slow and careful, filling me. I pushed back, wanting more, but he set the pace, teasing me. “Patience,” he said, his voice low. Finally, he gripped my hips, moving deeper, hitting every spot just right. I lost myself in the rhythm, calling out for him, feeling waves of pleasure. He held me tight, and as I reached my peak, I felt him let go again, his warmth mixing with mine.
We caught our breath, his body heavy against mine. I turned to him, teasing, “Told you it’d be good, didn’t I? Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” He smiled, and I knew we’d both keep this moment just between us.
