Christi Pov

God. How can a sixty-nine year old man be this fucking hot?

I swallowed hard, trying to hide the heat curling up on my chest. I tried to look away, but my eyes, that traitorous bastard, still keep drifting to his bare chest. His well toned body, those abs, how did he stay in such good shape?

I didn't know when my eyes drifted to his cock. The towel on his waist did nothing to hide how big his dick was.

I had just walked in on my freaking hot Daddy's best friend, Uncle Joe, coming out of the pool at our backyard. His damp hair clung to his neck, his lashes were still wet, his body dripping as he stood in front of me.

Eveything was going well, until the day my dad's best friend came back from Canada. He had moved in to stay for a while, before going back. Since that day, I haven't been thinking straight. The way he makes my heart flutter, the way he makes my pussy wet, the way he makes me wonder how it will feel to have his weight on mine, our skin colliding, doing things we weren't supposed to do.

I'm twenty five, and no man has ever made me feel this way. Not even my boyfriend Jace.

I found myself tongue-tied. His abs were visibly well built and those biceps, they made my insides churn with excitement. I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up, and his eyes met mine, making my heart jump.

"I…I…" I stammered, unsure of what to say. "I came to.. to swim" I managed to say.

He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath. "We can go for a swim"

Fuck. My legs wobbled. It felt like the air held its breath. His breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine. If care wasn't taken, I would have knelt down to surrender to him.

He stepped forward again, closer this time, my chest and his collided. My swim trunks suddenly felt invisible.

"What? Can't dare to join me?" He spoke, and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as if I felt my pussy throb. If only his voice had the effect on me, God knows his body would be on mine.

"I… I forgot something upstairs" i hurried up without a second thought. I couldn't stand that heat. I can feel his eyes on mine as I climbed the stairs. I laid on my bed, replaying our encounter.

Does he feel this heat that I'm feeling? Why did I run away like a kid? Urhhhh…. I kicked my feet on the air, feeling embarrassed.

My pussy was still wet, I was so damn horny. I walked over to my drawer, and pulled out my dildo.

I grabbed the dildo, got rid of my underwear, and laid back on the bed. I imagined his mouth on my clitoris, his fingers throbbing in and out of me, his other hand, cupping my boobs. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I knew I shouldn't feel something for a man trice my age, but I can't help it.

“Fuck” I muttered, as I went deeper, enjoying the pleasure.

I know he doesn't feel that way about me, and there is no fucking way he will ever do. To him, I'm just his best friend's daughter. To him I'm off limits.

I cupped my breast with my left hand, grabbing it so tight that I moaned harder than I expected. I twisted my nipples so hard, enjoying the pains that came with it.

“Oh my God, uhhh…. Yes, yes” I moaned, going deeper.

“Daddy. Yes Daddy. Don't stop. Uhhh, yes.” I moaned harder.

I imagined him growl in my head “Say my name”

I rocked against the dildo, faster this time, rubbing my clit harder, which made my legs tremble.

“Daddy…. Oh my God…. Daddy“ I moaned harder.

“Good bitch…. You're my little slut aren't you" I nodded little a kid.

I stroked my finger over my pubic mound and lightly stroke the hard nub of my clit. my left hand was still deliciously over my breast. Closing my eyes, I squeezed my breast and rubbed my swollen clit with my palm sliding firmly up and down my nub. I slid the first finger, then two fingers again between the lip of my cunt. Moaning, I fucked myself harder, faster, and squeezed my tits.

With a final painful squeeze, and shove of my three fingers in me, I came.

"Daddy!!" My slim fit body quivered.

I lay there breathless, panting heavily. O closed my eyes, smiling slightly from the fantasy I just had.

Few hours later, my dad was back from work. I was downstairs making dinner, some pancakes and fresh juice.

"Welcome dad" I greeted him, still focused on my cooking.

"Yeah. What's for dinner?" He asked, removing his tie.

"Pancakes" I replied. He sat down on the couch, his two hands on the couch arm, and relaxed a bit. Some minutes later, Uncle Joe walked downstairs. Our eyes locked, and I quickly looked away, he smirked. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, not after fucking myself and thinking of him.

"Yo man" He sat besides my dad. They discussed for a while, business and other things. When I was down making the pancakes, I dished it out, and took a sit at the dinning table with them.

We ate in silence, but the air between I and uncle Joe was thick and tense. I could feel his eyes on mine, his smile. One time, when passing the fresh juice to dad, our hands brushed, and those memories came rushing back.

Dad's phone rang. "I'll be there soon" he ended the call. "Sorry guys, I have to go. I'm needed at work" without waiting, he rushed out, leaving I and uncle Joe alone.

Uncle Joe stood up abruptly, stepping forward towards me. He stopped in front of me, looking down at me.

"Stand up." He instructed, and I stood up. "Follow me" I trailed behind him like an obedient little girl. We got to the couch, and halted.

"Remove your clothes"