EroticReverie

Soraya Sinclair

My mother and father decided that they’d be spending Christmas on a romantic vacation to Paris , leaving me with the option to either stay at the empty four bedroom apartment that I shared with roommates who wouldn’t be there  or go home to an empty house for Christmas. 

Mya one of the girls I’d made quick friends with invited me to come stay at her fathers place with her for the holidays. She lived in Los Angeles where we both were attending college ,and she promised me a tour of Hollywood homes which I’d yet to even get around to with the work load of college. Which I couldn’t turn down. I’d moved here from Upstate New York for college and was dying to finally experience the touristy parts of Los Angeles and Hollywood. 

She’d talked me into coming with her and now I was in a massive mansion home probably worth somewhere in the eight digit range. 

“I’m I knew you were rich…but this is….” I say trailing off as we stand inside the grand entrance of her home. 

Mya laughs. “I know, right?” She says as she grabs my duffel bag. 

“Cmon. Well put your things in one of the guest rooms and then I’ll give you the tour” she smiled and I just blinked several times as I took in my surroundings and followed her to the guest room. 

About an entire hour later I’d been given the full tour. This place was insane and the fact that she’d never mentioned she was RICH RICH , only made me love her more. She didn’t flaunt her wealth. 

“I’m gonna go shower really quick.” She says as she leaves me in the guest room which was the size of my apartment that I shared with three other people. 

She leaves the door open and I pull open my music app and play some music that automatically connects to the Bluetooth speaker. She’d said her father wouldn’t be here till tomorrow so I don’t feel guilty about blaring the rock music from phone as I take my things out of my bag and start to hang them in the closet. The bare wall in closet that could fit twenty of my wardrobes in it. My family was well off too, maybe not as much as Mya obviously, but I was also like Mya. And didn’t shop designer or spend excessively. I tried to remain humble and frugal , because my family wasn’t always so lucky financially. We’d just gotten lucky with my fathers company that took off.  

About fifteen minutes later I’m done rearranging my clothes and putting my things for my hair in the bathroom when a deep voice makes me jump in the air. 

“MYA! CAN YOU TURN THIS DOWN. AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN THE GUEST ROOM?!” 

I peek my fire engine red hair with orange and yellow ombré around the doorway of the bathroom to be met with a six foot five, salt and pepper haired older man , with tattoos that cover every inch of his arms and his neck. He’s wearing a pair of black gym shorts and and black shirt that’s sling over his shoulder and he’s sweating. Oh my. My eyes widen and my breath catches because I’ve seen this man before. I’ve seen those tattoos. I’ve seen that body sweat. This can not be Myas father. 

Carden Cox , silver Fox porn star, could not be…no. Oh god. I’ve seen Myas father naked. And not only that. Been naked while looking at him naked. I’ve masturbated too many times to count to the man in front of me. No. Oh Jesus. 

His dark brow lifts. His head cocking as he presses the blue tooth speaker off and looks at me. 

“And who might you be?” He asks as I just blink a million and two times as I stand there behind the doorway. 

“Um…I’m…Soraya?” I say my voice squeaking. 

“M-Mya’s friend?” I say as his eyes go to the mess of flame colored hair ontop of my head. 

“Oh, yes…hmm” he says. “I forgot she was bringing a friend back with her today” he says and then cocks his head further. 

“We’ll..it’s nice to meet you” he says and I swallow and step out of the doorway. 

I was wearing a pair of small black jean shorts with fishnets and a plain black cropped shirt that showed off most of my midriff. 

I watch his eyes as they fall down my body 

His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks and he inhales so slowly and lets it out.

“Very nice to meet you.” He mutters under his breath and I blink several more times. Was he…checking me out? His eyes take their time trailing over the tattoo on my thigh, and the sternum piece that goes down to right above my stomach and peeks out from under my cropped shirt. To the pieces on my arms. 

My nipples pinch and my thighs shift over one another as I change my stance. Trying to ignore the fact my dream fantasy fuck was standing right in front of me….it’s also your friends father! I remind myself. I could not fuck or even think of fucking him or have any fantasies of it! I couldn’t continue my nearly daily self love sessions to her father! Her father!

“Nice work.” He says jutting his chin towards me and walks over and I try to swallow and forget how as he takes my wrist and wraps long tattooed fingers around it and turns my arm. 

“Who’s your artist?” He asks and I stammer embarrassingly. 

“Oh um ..uh…her name is Keslie..she’s…a um..she’s from New York” I say and he hums and then looks down at my thigh and then the piece sticking out from under my crop top. 

“She do all of your work?” He asks as he lets go of my wrist and I nod. 

“Y-yeah” I answer and his eyes come to mine and my pussy fucking throbs as he stands close enough for me to smell his lingering cologne and his sweat and feel his body heat. 

“Mind if I take a look?” He asks and lifts his hand and points to the piece showing under my top. 

“Oh, um, I…sure” I say and go to lift my hand to reveal the piece but I freeze as he lifts both hands and pushes my shirt up along my skin and nearly collapse. Oh fucking Christ. This can’t be real. 

He’s not shy at all. And why would he be? He works with naked women for a living.

He tugs my shirt upward at the middle. Drawing the fabric up. Leaving my double d tits feeling heavy as they swell with a deep breath. 

“She does nice work…the lines are great” he says. His other hand tracing over the design , his finger following the curve of of it that goes under my breast. 

“Dad get your hands off my friend” Mya says making me gasp and he turns his head. 

“She’s just showing me her tattoos” he says. 

“Uh huh. Sure.” She says and walks over and seats his hand from where it still holds up my top and the other hand that still has a finger pressed to my tattoo. 

“Don’t mind my dad. He has zero boundaries” she says and then takes my hand. 

“Dad this is Soraya. Soraya this is my dad. Now cmon, let’s go get a drink” Mya says as her father looks back to me with a small smirk. 

“Great to meet you Soraya” he says his voice is dark and deep and he says my name like a dirty whisper that makes my pussy fucking weep. 

“You too” I say nearly breathless as my friend tugs me by the hand and from the room.