Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On (10 page)

“I was just thinking the same thing,”
Eric whispered in her ear. “Except I figured we might put me in the shower with
a nice naked Savannah.”

As always, her name on his tongue sent
tingles up her spine. How could she possibly say no when Eric could turn her on
using nothing but words? Wrapping her fingers around the dirty fabric of his
white lapels, Savannah pulled him into an inescapable kiss. “Let’s do it,” she
cooed. “Get me hot.”

Chapter Eleven

He’d undressed almost entirely before
she’d even stood up from the couch. Even though she’d seen him naked before,
the experience seemed very different this time. When she’d walked in on him
changing, she’d felt bold and he’d seemed bashful. This time, Savannah was the
blushing babe. His chest was so white and his nipples were so pink. If she
hadn’t been so close to him, she’d never have known he had any chest hair at
all—it was even blonder than the hair on his head.

When Eric dropped his pants, Savannah
tried to look away, but her gaze kept floating back to the cock she’d given a
hand job earlier in the evening. She’d jerked him off without even getting a
close look at the bad boy. Now she would remedy that fault by reaching out and
skimming its satin underside with her fingertips. The muscles in Eric’s abdomen
rippled when she pressed the pad of her thumb against his piss slit. As she
worked little circles around it, his cockhead eased out clear and fragrant
precum. Without a thought, she bent forward to lick it. His precum tasted like
sugar water and flowers—nothing like actual cum, granted it had been a long
while since she’d tasted the stuff.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Eric’s voice
trembled in time with the muscles in his legs. “I thought we were taking a
shower together.”

Savannah wrapped her fist around his
shaft and felt it firm up in her hand. That sensation, and the knowledge that
her simple touch aroused a change in his body, made her heart beat fast. To say
she was excited would be an understatement.

“Well,” she said. “Get me there and we
will.”

Stepping out of his pants, Eric
offered an unmistakable growl as he lifted Savannah from the couch. He didn’t
throw her over his shoulder this time—he’d learned his lesson, she imagined—but
held her by the underarms as she clung to him. “How is your ankle feeling?”

Their injuries were hardly romantic
discussion territory, but Eric’s concern warmed Savannah’s heart. “The ice must
have helped. It really doesn’t hurt as much, but I’m still going to keep the
pressure off it, if I can.”

Stacy must have cleaned the bathroom
at some point, because it looked unusually sparkling. Eric set Savannah to rest
on the closed lid of the toilet before pulling open the trendy pink and brown
shower curtain. When he turned to face her again, Savannah put her hands above
her head. “Take off my clothes?”

For a moment, he stood staring, and
then he shook his head and smiled. “You can’t take off your own clothes?” he
teased, stepping forward to straddle her closed legs. His hard cock rested
against her white tank top, drizzling precum across it as he reached down to
grab the hem. “Or did you twist your wrists as well as your ankle?”

“I just need a little help,” she
replied, playing the innocent as he pulled up on her white cotton top. She
closed her eyes until her tank was over her head. Eric’s erection fell to rest
in her cleavage, and she gasped at the sensation of his tender pinkish flesh
against her darker skin. Unclasping her bra, she let it fall to the floor. When
her big tits tumbled forward, Eric reached out to catch them in a move Savannah
found both bold and arousing.

Easing his cock in between her
breasts, Eric pressed them together. Right away, he threw his head back and
sighed. She loved that he could derive so much pleasure from the feel of her
flesh against his. Her tits enveloped him like a warm blanket. She wanted to be
that for Eric, after everything he’d been through. She wanted to make him feel
safe and happy and, more than anything else, attractive. There were so many
things she could do to make him feel good about himself. Her first move was to
wrap gentle hands around his balls as he rocked his cock between her breasts.

Eric gasped. He forced Savannah’s head
in close to his chest before grabbing a renewed hold of her boobs. As he
squeezed the pair even tighter together, she licked his pert pink nipples. His
skin tasted salty. She loved it. When he fucked her tits, she felt porn-star
dirty. The very idea of a hard cock lodged between her supple breasts, plunging
through her cleavage, aroused her body as much as her imagination.

“If I keep doing this much longer, I’m
going to come before we even get your pants off,” Eric warned her.

Savannah squeezed his balls and he
tossed his blond head way back with a yelp. Then, in one taunting motion, she
released him from her grasp and dusted her hands against her jeans. “In that
case, we’d better get the shower going. I’m not leaving this bathroom until I’ve
been fucked stupid.”

With a gasp at her dirty mouth, Eric
dropped his dick from her tits. As it hung long and strong between his legs, a
damning thought occurred to Savannah: shouldn’t they use something? Would a
condom stay put in the shower? Did they really need to use one at all? It
seemed juvenile, she realized, but she just damn well didn’t want to. She
wanted to feel his hard cock inside her pussy, unhindered even by latex.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
Obviously he’d noted her apprehension. “You’re having second thoughts?”

“No!” she cried. She had to laugh at
the force of her own desire. In case he wasn’t inclined to believe her, she
sprang up, leaned her back against the bathroom door, and squirmed out of her
jeans. “No, not at all. I was just thinking about…you know, protection or
whatever.”

Savannah’s effort to come across as
nonchalant only made her feel juvenile, and it came as such a relief when Eric
said, “Oh, I probably didn’t mention I’ve had a vasectomy.”

“Seriously?”

Savannah slipped her panties down
after her jeans. Eric’s gaze followed them to the floor before jumping back up
to her bush. He grinned like a stupid teenager before saying, “Huh? Seriously?
Yeah, of course seriously. Why would I lie?”

Utterly naked, Savannah reached out
for Eric’s arm and hopped close to him. Her ankle twinged when she let her big
toe touch the ground, but that pain was superceded by pleasure as Eric’s cock
rose to meet her thigh. She shrugged and smiled and teased him. “Why would you
lie? To win my trust, maybe. To get your big fat cock all up inside my tight
little snatch without the interference of prophylactics?”

She grabbed his erection for emphasis
and his whole body jerked forward. It took all her strength to keep them both
from barreling back into the door.

“Well, what about you, little miss
college girl?” He returned her tease, grabbing her naked breast and squeezing
it against his palm. “Why should I trust that you’re not rife with disease?
Huh? You could be giving it out all over town for all I know.”

“I could be,” she agreed, stroking his
exposed dick. “But I’m not. I am one hundred percent disease-free.”

“Well, me too.” Eric rocked his hips,
sending his big cock hurdling through Savannah’s fist. “Hell, I haven’t slept
with anyone but my wife since…”

Savannah looked up at Eric and knew
just what he was thinking: sure, he hadn’t slept with anybody else, but his
wife had. Who was this young guy from her office? Was he safe? Had there been
others? How many were there? 

Maybe Savannah was being unwise, but
she didn’t care about all the potentials. She wanted to feel big blond Eric
deep inside her pussy, and totally, utterly naked.

With his penis still in her grasp,
Savannah hobbled to the tub and sat on the ledge. Even as she turned on the hot
and cold, feeling the water for temperature, she pulled on his dick. His white
flesh eased toward his luscious pink cockhead with every stroke. When she
turned on the shower spray, Eric hopped right in, closing the curtain right up
to the spot where Savannah sat. She moved her tender ankle inside. Eric stepped
closer, so the spray struck only his hair before flowing down his back and his
butt and his muscular thighs. The warm flow coursed around Savannah’s foot.
After her tumble down the riverbank, and the dirt and the pain, clean water
felt wonderful. Even the scent of the stream as it played on Eric’s skin made
her feel a little better.

Warm droplets trickled down Eric’s
chest to mingle with his precum as she rubbed him. Wetness gave way to wetness,
and she lunged at his cock. She took it in her mouth. He gasped and said,
“Savannah,” setting his hand on her head. The water followed this new path. It
skimmed Savannah’s hair before streaming off into the bathroom.
Shit!
She didn’t want Stacy to come home to a sopping wet apartment, so she pressed
Eric back and stepped inside the shower, closing the curtain behind her.

They were contained now. The bathroom
light was muted by the dark shower curtain, and its play on the clean white
tiles gave the space added ambiance. Warm water struck Savannah’s back, and
Eric got none. He looked at her with a combination of jealousy and lust before
picking up the bar of white soap. “Look how dirty you are, child!” Wetting the
soap underneath the running water, he skimmed the bar down her back and her
butt. “We’d better clean you up, huh?”

“Well you’re never going to get me
clean like that,” she shot back. “If you want to have any effect at all, you
better scrub hard.”

He placed an arm around her middle,
picked her right up off the tub floor, and swapped places with her. “Oh, you’d
like that wouldn’t you?” And without waiting for a response, he set her down
out of the falling water’s range and spread a slick layer of white soap all
over his body.

“So you’re going to get clean all on
your own?” She reached out to grab his arm, but the soap made it too slippery.
Savannah started to tumble, but Eric was quick to react, thank god! He swung an
arm around her torso and held her in place. Her heart was beating fast, but his
was too. His chest heaved against hers as they both breathed hard.

“Are you okay?” Savannah asked.

“Fine. You?”

She rolled her eyes. “Feeling like a
big-ass loser. Can we forget that just happened?”

Placing the soap in her hand, Eric
said, “Only if you wash me.” His smile was both giving and lecherous in the
best of all possible ways. “And, uh, be thorough about it, will you? I’m a very
dirty man, remember.”

Savannah traced one hand and one bar
of white soap down Eric’s front as slowly as she could stand to move. Sure, she
wanted to go straight for his cock—and his cock seemed to want that too—but
Eric needed to be teased a little more. “I’ve never been with a dirty old man
before.” She tried to sound innocent.

“Hey, I never said
old
!” Eric
grabbed her tits as she hopped on one foot. She was laughing when he asked,
“Your ankle’s still hurting?”

“Yeah, yeah. No big deal.”

“Well, it could be a big deal. If it’s
broken or sprained…”

“It isn’t broken or sprained. I just
twisted it. It’s a little tender. No big deal!”

He looked like he was going to keep
arguing, so Savannah skipped the teasing phase of his seduction and went
straight for his dick. He gasped as she urged its supple skin toward her body.
When he leaned against the tiles, she lifted her leg so he could hold her just
under the knee. That was her compromise: if he was so worried about her tender
little ankle, he could keep her leg elevated. Of course, this action seemed to
give Eric other ideas, and before she could rethink her last move, he’d spun
forty-five degrees and pinned her to the wall.

Savannah’s breath laboured as she
looked up into Eric’s steel blue eyes. His hair was soaked and slicked back.
Droplets ran down his scruffy cheeks, and he blew water away from his soft pink
lips. The shower flow washed the soap from his erection as Savannah rubbed it
with rough affection.

She pulled on his cock and his body
came with it. Holding her left leg over his forearm, he brought her in close.
The sensation of his nakedness against hers filled her heart with an unexpected
sense of intimacy. Her nipples were already hard with anticipation, and her
whole body squealed with delight he pressed his soapy chest to hers. She wasn’t
even sure whether he kissed her or she kissed him, but Savannah found herself
wrapped in an inescapable embrace.

She pushed back against the wall and
planted her foot firmly on the tub floor. The last thing she wanted to do was
slip again, and with all this water and soap, it would be only too easy. With
one arm encircling Eric’s neck, she held tight to his surprisingly strong
shoulder. He stood up straight and erect as she set his cockhead at against her
pussy. There was more wetness built up between her two legs than there was
water tumbling from the showerhead—at least that’s how it seemed when she eased
her hips forward to invite Eric inside.

The big plastic toy in Savannah’s sock
drawer could fill her up, sure, but it never made her feel like this! Eric’s
cock was hot, firm, and moving like an ambitious demon inside of her. A feeling
of intense sexual connection soared through her body. It made her feel even
warmer than the shower water, or the steam filling the bathroom. The sensation
was centralized in her pussy, but she could feel him everywhere.