Tempting Daddy's Boss

by Madison Faye

  “Michael!” My mom raised her eyebrows at my dad before turning back to me. “Well, I don’t want to gossip, but word around the neighborhood is it was a work thing. The whole thing came out when she had to admit the baby wasn’t Jake’s.”

  It felt like my whole world was shaking up around me. Here I was, a new girl, with a new spring in her step and a new view of the world. And I came home for winter break to find the impossible man next door was just a little bit less impossible.

  Just a little bit, at least.

  I felt a little guilty too, since my thoughts immediately went to the glimmer of an open door to Mr. Harding, and not sympathy at how he must be feeling in the wake of this betrayal. But as silly as it was to even hope that this was going to lead somewhere, there it was. Lenore was gone, Jake was probably lonely, and I was suddenly even more nervous about seeing him again.

  5

  Jake

  Fuck, she was home.

  It’s a weird feeling, being crawling-out-of-your-skin excited and yet utterly dreading seeing someone. Someone Like Chelsea McKenzie, specifically.

  The past three months had been basically a blur, and I felt like it was literally hearing Mike and Sarah talking about their little girl coming home last week that started to get me out of it.

  Lenore; fuck, man. I can’t say I would’ve never seen it coming, but something like that knocks you sideways no matter how on the rocks your marriage might be. Okay, so I was pissed about it, for sure. I mean I gave that woman the world; money, a great house, sex whenever she was looking for it. And I never stepped out on her. Alright, fine, I fantasized like a fucking pervert about the sexy little bait living next door, but I never did anything about it.

  Well, except jerk my cock probably four times a week thinking about her. Thinking about her prancing around in those skin-tight little one-piece bathing suits out by the pool that I know she wore because she thought they were more modest.

  They weren’t, not on a girl who looked like that.

  And shit, it’s not like Lenore was exactly calling for it every night. So fuck her, and fuck the dick from her office she ended up with, I thought. She could be as frigid and bitchy with him as she was with me, and that’d be karma enough.

  Truth be told, at the place our relationship was at when the end came, the only thing I was really and truly pissed about was the kid. I mean shit, I wanted kids. I’d wanted ‘em for a while, actually, but Lenore was always iffy about it. Finding out we were expecting though had been one of the best days of my life.

  Of course, finding out a few weeks later that it was that jerk-off’s and not mine was basically the opposite. Talk about a mind-fuck, man.

  After that, the whole thing sort of collapsed like the house of cards it was. There was no “couples counseling”, no reconciliation after that. No need for it, really. We’d signed a prenup before we got married, so that settled that. Lenore took off and moved in with jerk-off, I kept the house, and slowly over the next few months, I just adjusted to being a bachelor. Sleep late, work from home, grow a beard, work out whenever I wanted, jerk off whenever I wanted; yeah, I had it set up pretty good. Not a care in the world, a new lease on life, and zero distractions.

  That is, until I found out when she was coming back. Because after that? Fuck, after that, it was like everything got turned around all over again. I was excited to see her, and it made me feel like a seriously dirty old man. ‘Cause I wasn’t just missing her being around and reading books on her back porch, or coming over to say hi, or helping her change her first flat in the driveway.

  Nope.

  What I missed about Chelsea was see her swimming in the pool in those tight little bathing suits. I missed her not knowing that when she left the blinds open in the upstairs bathroom, I could see her from my study when she stepped out of a shower.

  I miss sneaking glimpses of that tight little ass, ‘cause I could watch a girl like that walk away all fuckin’ day.

  Except she wasn’t walking away this time. Nope, this time, she was coming back. And this time, I was hard as a damn stone just waiting to see her again. Because this time, there was no Lenore. This time, there was one less obstacle between me and that barely legal pussy that I had on the brain bad.

  And this time, I was going to do something about it.

  6

  Chelsea

  It was two days later when Jake invited the whole family over to his house for dinner. It was also the first time I was going to see Jake since before I'd left for school.

  I'm not going to lie, I made myself look good before we went over that night, and I did it entirely for him. Dinner was going to be casual, but I still put on a sexy, yet not slutty short skirt and wide-necked shirt that hung off my shoulders. It managed to flatter my slender form instead of highlighting my lack of, well, much of a bust up there. I even slipped on one of the thong panties I’d bought at school, blushing. A thong was hardly something I’d have worn back in high school, and even now it wasn’t anything I’d bought for anyone. But feeling that thin, tiny piece of fabric tight against my bare slit always made me feel an extra bit sexy, and I wanted to feel sexy tonight.

  My heart hammered as we walked across our yard to his and my stomach flip flopped when my dad rang the doorbell.

  The door swung open, and there he was, looking gorgeous as ever. Crisp white button-up shirt stretched tight across his broad tanned chest and shoulders and a casual pair of jeans.

  "Hey guys! Come on in Mike! Sarah, Dennis, and-" He froze mid sentence as he focused on me, and I could see him stumbling for his words as his eyes went wide.

  "Chelsea! Wow, hey!” He finally stammered out, his eyes quickly moving over my body before he seemed to catch himself. I blushed under his wide-eyed stare, his mouth hanging slightly open as his gaze ran up and down the whole new girl standing before him.

  "Man, what do they feed them at school, huh Mike?" He suddenly tore his eyes away from me with strange look in his eyes as he elbowed my dad in the ribs.

  "Come on in guys, food's just about done!"

  Jake stepped aside and ushered us in with gusto. As I stepped past him into the house, I felt a thrill rush through me, his gaze lingering until I was burning.

  We milled around, talking, me filling everybody in on the usual "how's school" questions before we sat down for lasagna. And it was then that I started to notice something. Much to my glee, Jake Harding could not keep his eyes off of me. I thought at first I was just hopefully imagining it. But the more it kept happening - the more I kept just missing his eyes on me as I'd turn, or his lingering smile as I recounted a story about school or class - the more sure I was, and it made me glow inside. I - the geeky, scrawny girl from next door - actually had Mr. Harding's attention!

  After we were finished with dinner, my dad and Jake walked over to the bar cart in the corner of his living room. Dad was patting his back and nodding emphatically as they talked just out of earshot of the rest of us, and it occurred to me that we’d all pointedly avoided talking about Lenore all night. I took the moment to volunteer to clear the table.

  I was in the kitchen, poking around the cabinet underneath the sink for the switch to the garbage disposal when he must have walked in. The water was running in the sink, along with the dishwasher running next to me, which is why I never heard him until I heard the loud “Whoops!” from behind me. My head whipped around at the sound, and I think both of us froze in that moment of realization.

  You see, looking for that garbage disposal switch, I’d been bent over at the waist, one hand on my knee as I peered into the darkness beneath the sink. And as I whirled around at Mr. Harding’s exclamation, it’d only taken me half a second to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes wide and so hungry.

  The skirt I’d worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table. Bent over at the waist, however, was another matter altogether, and betw
een the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening.

  My skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he’d walked into the kitchen, Jake Harding had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass, split right down the middle by my thong panties.

  There was a moment where I just froze; just deer in a headlights frozen. Jake had the same look. But quickly, after possibly the longest single second of my entire life, I stood up, blushing furiously and smoothing my skirt down. Mr. Harding quickly looked away, as if the refrigerator had suddenly and completely caught his attention. And just like that, we both pretended that he hadn’t just seen right up my skirt to my thong panties pulled tight across my pussy, and that I hadn’t lingered just a second longer than necessary to let him.

  Jake quickly smiled at me, his face probably as red as mine as he quickly moved past me to the kitchen counter with the stack of dishes in his hands.

  “So! School is good?”

  I could still feel my pulse racing, and I nodded at him as I swallowed heavily and tried to slow the pounding of my heart.

  “Yeah, it’s- it’s good.”

  He smiled at me as we stood there another second or two in not necessarily awkward silence, but silence none-the-less; just both of us lingering a bit too long in the moment.

  “You, uh- you really do look great, Chelsea,” he growled. “You’ve really grown up up there at school.”

  Mr. Harding ran a hand through his thick chestnut hair and smiled warmly at me as I sat there blushing like an idiot and wanting him more than I’d ever wanted him before for it.

  “Thanks.”

  We said our goodbyes later at the front door, giving our best to Jake and thanking him for dinner.

  He gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, high-fived Dennis, and shook my dad's hand warmly on the way out. As I passed by him though, he paused, freezing slightly before he pulled me in for a hug. I felt heady surge of heat grip my body as he pulled me close, even if it was for just a moment. The feeling was electric; just like that time before way back at my birthday when he'd hugged me close. And this time, just as before, I felt whole body glow and tingle under his touch.

  "Welcome home, Chelsea." He had that same slightly confusing look in his eye as he had in the kitchen before. He grinned at me once more before I turned and followed my parents back across the lawns to our house.

  7

  Chelsea

  Later that night in my room after dinner, I found myself looking out the back window. It's not like I actually thought I was going to see him or anything, but so much of my attraction to this man stemmed from watching him from this very spot that it was almost second nature when I thought of him.

  That night though, in the darkness of the backyard, I suddenly saw a light flick on in the second floor window by the back of the house. I knew just from growing up next to the Hardings and from being in their house before that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the one facing ours across the driveways. The room that lit up was Jake's home office. I found myself blushing and quickly stepping behind the curtains as I had so many times watching him mow the lawn, or exercising, or fixing up his car. I could see him then, stepping into the light of the open window as he rummaged around his desk for something for other.

  This time though, things were different; of course. This time, I wasn't just the shy girl from next door trying to secretly spy on her crush. This time, I was older, I was more ready, and there was one less thing holding me back.

  And so this time, I found myself stepping out from behind the curtain in my semi-darkened room, standing there in my small sleep shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him still poking around his desk, but suddenly as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards the window.

  I pretended that I didn’t see him, as if I was distracted by something else in my room and not aware that I was standing right in the window. But, out of the corner of my eye, I could see his eyes flash as they saw me, right across from him. I blushed and forced myself not to turn and wave or anything. I could see the look on his face harden, his jaw tightening a little as he took in the sight of me.

  And right then, all I could think about was how good he’d feel; how amazing I knew he'd make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip.

  Suddenly, for no real reason that I can think of now besides that this new me was feeling extra naughty, and extra adventurous, a really salacious thought came into my head.

  I knew my parents were downstairs and my brother in his own room on the other side of the house. But apart from them, it was just the two of us - just Jake and I - not twenty-five feet across from each other. And right then, I wanted him as badly as ever, and maybe that's where my naughty idea came from.

  I kept my head turned, as if focused on something across the room, totally oblivious to the fact that my curtains were opened. I grinned wickedly, and slowly I brought my hands up to my shirt. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and then as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.

  I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one, and then another, and another of the buttons; slowly moving down my slender body as I undid more and more. Jake's face looked red and his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glancing quickly to the downstairs window, where my parents were in the living room below me.

  I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there illuminated by the moonlight in my bedroom window. Without hesitating, I reached behind me and unhooked my simple white lace bra, before letting it drop slowly down my arms and off of my body.

  Again, I didn't have all the curves some girls had. But what I'd considered gawky and too skinny back in high school, I guess I now thought of as slender and sexy. Besides that, Mr. Harding certainly seemed to like my slender frame, and my small but perky and sensitive breasts. And as I slowly bared my body to him then, I could see the sharp intake of breath, the flush in his face, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes flashed at me that told me he was very okay with what he was seeing.

  When my hands dropped to the front of my shorts, I could see his body stiffen all the more, and as he quickly glanced behind him, he dropped his own hand to the front of his jeans and slowly stroked it over the huge bulge growing there. I grinned to myself, feeling my breath catch.

  Oh my goodness.

  And it was right then that I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He wasn’t just not looking away, or trying to sneak furtive looks. He was standing right in the window across from me stroking his hardness right through his jeans. Even if he didn’t think I could see him already, all it would take was one turn of my head to see him there plainly, and the fact that he just didn’t seem to care if I did had my pussy throbbing with heat.

  And so, I made my move.

  I turned towards him, my small tits right out in the open for him as I took a deep breath and drew my eyes right up to his.

  He may have played it coy before, maybe he’d felt awkward or flustered with our meeting earlier. But watching me - the girl next door, in my window - seemed to have jolted him back into it all. And when our eyes met, he didn’t dart away, or hide. He didn’t even move his hand away from the bulge in his jeans. Instead, his eyes just flashed fire at me, and I found myself nodding slowly at him as we locked gazes.

  I wanted this; I wanted to show him every part of me.

  I turned as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and began to slowly slide them down and ease them over my tight little ass. I glanced at him coyly over my shoulder as I pulled them down, showing him my ass and the tiny thong slipped right between my cheeks. I could see Mr. Harding groan quietl
y, and saw his hand began to stroke the thick bulge in his pants harder and more purposefully now that we weren’t hiding or pretending. I moaned quietly to myself, loving that I was having this effect on him; that as inexperienced and young as I was, I could have that sort of power over this much older, much more experienced man. The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him.

  As I stood there shyly, half in moonlight and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the side of my tiny panties. I could see Mr. Harding's eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze, I slowly pulled the thin material to the side.

  He groaned then, his face tightening and his finger going to the zipper at the front of his shorts. I gasped quietly as he pulled it down for me, and then again as he reached inside. But it was when he slowly pulled his hand back out that my eyes went wide and my jaw about hit the ground when I saw the thick, gorgeous cock wrapped tightly in his hand.

  As he held it - the huge, fat shaft pulsing in his fist - I let my fingers slide gently down over the soft folds of my slit. I could see his jaw tighten as I did and he started to stroke his hand up and down his big dick as I explored my young pussy for him in the window.

  It felt so dirty, playing with my pussy like that for Mr. Harding; so slutty, and that wasn’t a feeling I’d ever felt before. But at the same time, I loved how it made me feel. I love that I was his little barely legal slut, stripping and playing with myself for him like his own private porn show.

  Jake's hand was moving faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, and I groaned and let my fingers slide deep into my folds. His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light of the moon glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight cunt.