21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “How’s the water?” I ask, dipping one toe in.

  “If you get in with that bathing suit, it’s liable to start boiling,” Dante says.

  There’s a bit of a cocky smirk on his face. I like the way it looks.

  Well, there’s no point in standing in this freezing mountain air all night, so I grab the metal railing to step into the water.

  Sure, I could step in facing forward, but instead I turn around to give Dante another longer look at my bare tushy. I bend over more than I really need to, just to make sure he can really see it all as I settle into the hot bubbling water before turning slowly around.

  Dante licks his lips and gulps hard. Then he furls his brow and his face darkens.

  “You don’t wear that bikini at the university do you?” he asks.

  Oh my, why does he seem so upset all of a sudden.

  “No…,” I answer him, “in fact, I just got it for this trip.”

  His expression relaxes like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

  “Good,” he says “I don’t want you showing off your body for a bunch of goofy frat boys to drool over.”

  I can’t help but smile.

  “My goodness, Dante. I didn’t realize you were so protective of me,” I tease him. I like seeing this side of him that I have never seen before. I cross the hot tub and sit next to him, my thigh pressed against his. He drapes one arm over my shoulders.

  “Look,” he says, “I know you’re a young adult now and you can make your own decisions, Trixie. It’s just that…”

  “Yes?” I almost almost add the D-word, but I catch myself at the last minute.

  “It’s just that I know how boys can be. They’ve only got one thing on their mind at that age. I care about you Trixie, and I want to make sure you end up with a guy who will really take care of you.”

  He’s being such a protective daddy, right now. I love how safe it feels nestled under his strong arm as he talks to me like that. I guess that’s the reason I feel compelled to let him in on my not-so-little secret.

  “Dante,” I whisper as I glide my hand through the churning bubbles on the steamy surface of the water. “Can I tell you something personal?”

  “Of course, little one. You can trust me. What’s the matter?”

  God, why am I telling him this? It’s totally not appropriate, and I feel like a silly little girl. But I like feeling that way with him. It’s like if I let myself I could just melt right into him.

  “I’ve never done that with a boy before.”

  I glance up at his eyes to read his reaction. Even though his eyes are glacier blue, in this moment they are full of warmth and love.

  “I’m a virgin. Actually, I’ve never even done anything besides kissing with a boy—and I haven’t even done very much of that. Is that weird?”

  I drop my eyes to the swirling water, but Dante gently curls a finger under my chin and lifts my face to look at him.

  “No it’s not weird, little one. You just haven’t found the right man yet. But you will.”

  “I know I will, Daddy” I whisper. His lips look so soft and biteable it’s not even fair. I’m right on the verge of stroking his scruffy jaw and planting a wet kiss right on his lips when I realize what I just freaking said. I’ve never called him that before. I get flustered.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

  I try to cut myself off. My thoughts are all funny and tangled.

  “It’s OK little one,” he tells me, drawing me closer to him. His muscles are so powerful and hard. He makes me feel so safe and comfy, just like a daddy should. So what am I so afraid of all of a sudden?

  Losing him. I’m afraid of losing him.

  “Dante, I just love having you in my life. You have to promise me you’ll never leave, OK?”

  He knits his brow and a shadow of concern drifts over his face.

  “What is it?” I ask, pulling back a little. “Did I say something wrong?”

  Dante shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.

  “No you didn’t say anything wrong. It’s not you at all, baby girl.”

  “Then what’s the matter, Dante?” I don’t even attempt to hide the note of panic that’s creeping into my voice.

  He sighs. “Well I guess I may as well tell you,” he says. “Your mom and I are going to break up. Actually, technically, we already have.”

  “What?” I gasp. I can’t believe it. “When did this happen?”

  “Before we came up to the mountains. We had already rented the cabin and we wanted you to have a chance to go skiing for the first time too. I guess we thought it could be a nice way to say goodbye.”

  Neither of us says anything for a moment. The sound of the hot tub and the wind in the treetops suddenly seems deafeningly loud.

  I don’t want to say goodbye to Dante. Even in the relatively short time that he and my mom have been together, he has been like a daddy to me. The daddy I never had. He sees the tears welling up in my eyes, and takes me by the shoulders to comfort me.

  “Listen, Trixie, this doesn’t mean we’ll never see each other again. I’ll always be a part of your life. You’re like a—”

  But I don’t let him finish. I’m to distressed. I wrench my body away and climb out of the tub.

  I don’t even bother to dry myself off before I go inside and run upstairs to my room where I collapse face first on my bed, my body heaving as I sob into my pillow.

  4. DANTE

  And just like that, she’s gone.

  I begin rise to chase after her but then I stop myself. What the hell would I even say to her? I meant what I told her—that just because her mom and I are splitting up, that doesn’t mean I can’t continue to be a part of her life. That’s the truth.

  But I should wait, give her a chance to calm down.

  Oh yeah, there’s one other thing that stops me from getting out of the hot tub and chasing after her. My cock.

  I’ve got an aching erection that’s harder than a piece of steel pipe. It happened as soon as she walked out the door in that goddamn bikini. That thing left very little to the imagination. Her nipples were poking out so hard through the fabric, and they were just begging to be sucked on.

  And when she bent over to step into hot tub she gave me a front row seat to the greatest show on earth—her two, firm round ass cheeks with the plump little mound of her pussy peeking out between them, just barely covered in a thin layer of cloth.

  I certainly didn’t expect that private show from her tonight. And I also didn’t expect to feel so fucking possessive of her. I just don’t want to share the sight of her hot little body with anyone. That’s for Daddy’s eyes only.

  Daddy. She called me Daddy. She’s never called me that before.

  I was about three seconds away from going way over the line with that little girl. Then I had to go and ruin everything by opening my big mouth. Oh hell, I shouldn’t have been trying to hide the breakup from her in the first place. If I had just told her right from the get go, maybe I could have avoided this whole mess.

  One thing’s for sure—I’m not going back in that house with my cock standing at attention like this. Plus I need to loosen up these crazy tangles in my mind. I glance at the small sauna on the other side of the patio. Yeah, maybe I can sweat it out.

  Climbing out of the hot tub, I trot across the patio, the cold night air tingling my skin.

  I had planned on using the sauna tonight anyway, so I turned the heater on earlier when Trixie was still upstairs getting ready. Now it’s already nice and hot inside. I even remembered to bring a towel, so I drop trow, kicking my swim trunks under the wooden bench and wrap the towel around my waist. My erect cock is still jutting out under the white terry cloth.

  The sauna feels good. This is just what I need to help me relax. So much has happened today, I just need a chance to clear my head.

  I take the wooden dipper filled with clear mountain water and pour it over the hot sauna stones. Steam ri
ses from the stones with a satisfying sizzle. I do it one more time, then lie back on the bench to relax, the crisp smell of cedar wood filling my nose.

  When I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is her. Trixie. My precious little girl.

  Beads of sweat are already prickling along my neck and my chest. My muscles relax as my body soaks up the warmth and humidity of the sauna.

  In my mind’s eye I see her again. I see her as she was just minutes before, her beautiful, full breasts half submerged in the churning bubbles of the hot tub. She is looking up at me from under her long sexy lashes as she gingerly bites her lower lip.

  I know I shouldn’t allow my mind to go down this path, but I can’t help imagining how those plush lips would feel pressed tightly against mine in a passionate kiss. Or working their way down my chest. Down my midsection. My groin.

  My hand slips under the towel, which is already damp with sweat, and I start stroking my rod.

  All I can think of is how badly I need to be inside Trixie—to claim her virgin pussy and make it mine forever. I have to have her. I have to possess her completely and fill her with my load.

  The pressure builds in my cock and I begin to stroke it harder. My muscles strain with exertion, and my balls ache. I imagine Trixie’s sweet face as she trembles and cums with me inside her. I’m so fucking close to blowing my load.

  Suddenly the door to the sauna bursts open violently, blown by a heavy gust of wind. I see a figure huddled in the doorway. It’s the same figure that I saw in the mirror that night in the kitchen, but instead of a silhouette, she is now lit by the warm golden glow of the sauna’s lamp.

  The smooth line of her bare legs. The sensuous curve of her hips. The silky locks of golden hair.

  It’s Trixie. She’s been watching again.

  5. TRIXIE

  God this bed feels so damn empty.

  Empty and wet. I flopped down here without even drying off or changing my swimsuit after getting out of the hot tub.

  Why am I being such a little brat? I wipe the last of the tears away from my eyes.

  Well I handled that about as terribly as possible. Why did I run away from Dante like that? Why couldn’t I have just stayed and talked with him about it? I mean, just because Dante’s breaking up with my mom, that doesn’t me I can’t still keep in touch with him.

  Rolling over to my back, I stare up at the ceiling. Venetian blind stripes of moonlight slice through the shadows like silver blades.

  But I don’t want to keep in touch with him.

  What I want is to touch him. And I want him to touch me. I want him inside me. I’m absolutely aching for it.

  I roll out of bed and go quietly into the hall. Mom is still snoring in her room. I go downstairs and walk back out to the patio. Dante is gone. The bubbles are off in the hot tub but the water is still steaming hot. A few stray snowflakes sparkle in the night air as they drift down to the surface of the water where they melt and disappear.

  I’m still just wearing my teeny bikini, and it’s freaking cold out here. I need to warm up, but I’m not ready to go back to bed just yet. That’s when I remember the sauna.

  Maybe that’s what I need. It will warm me up and give me a chance to relax and think about what I’ll say to Dante when I see him tomorrow.

  I tiptoe through the darkness, across the little boardwalk that leads to the sauna. My skin tightens again in the cold night air. The sensation is bracing. I’m wide awake now. The chill tingles along my legs and my ass which is totally exposed by the thong. The sensation makes me even more aware of just how nearly naked I am.

  Suddenly I freeze in my tracks. I didn’t notice it before, but in the middle of the sauna door there is a glowing golden disk. It’s the soft light shining out of the small circular window built into the door. The sauna is already occupied.

  I move cautiously toward the door, going slowly and silently. I exhale white vapor that floats away on the soft night breeze. The door is warm as I press my body quietly against it. And the door gives just every so slightly. It isn’t latched.

  It must be a full minute before I move again. My pulse is drumming in my ears. As slowly as I can manage, I raise myself up to peer into the window. What I see makes my heart skip a beat.

  Dante is lying on his back on the wooden bench. He is naked except for a thin white towel draped across his pelvis, and beads of sweat are rolling off his tawny skin. The sheen of sweat in the soft golden light really accentuates his lean muscularity.

  His left arm is resting across his forehead, shading his eyes, but his right arm reaches down between his legs, disappearing underneath the towel. And his hidden hand is moving up and down rhythmically. He is stroking himself. He is jerking off with long slow strokes. I can just make out the shape of his hard cock hidden beneath the cloth.

  I chew nervously at my lower lip. I definitely should not be watching this. Everything about this is totally inappropriate. He is my mom’s boyfriend—or anyway he was—and he is practically like a daddy to me. But my curiosity, if you want to call it that, gets the better of me. I simply cannot look away. I’m faintly aware of a warm dampness between my legs.

  He is stroking himself faster now, and I lick my lips in anticipation. I want to see those hot ropes of pearly cum shooting onto his belly. He’s groaning, low guttural sounds from deep within his powerful chest, like he is trying to say a word that is caught in his throat. He arches his back, and the shiny pink head of his cock peeks out from under the towel.

  I gasp ever so quietly and realize that I’m touching myself between my legs, moving my fingers in time to Dante’s rhythm. The voice in my head tells me this is so fucking wrong, but another voice lower down is being far more persuasive. I slip a fingertip inside myself. Even though the night is cold, I’m hot as all get out inside.

  Dante stops stroking. He holds his arm still and instead begins rocking his pelvis up and down, thrusting his cock into his fist. It’s like he is fucking someone. Slick, yummy sounds are coming from under the towel and I desperately want it to fall away completely so I can get a good look at the action. I finger myself harder, still matching Dante’s rhythm, but I can’t quite reach my special spot. It’s just a bit too deep for my little fingers.

  Inside the sauna, Dante is obviously getting close to climaxing. He is moaning softly, just a sound a first, but it transforms into syllables, and then a name. My name.

  “Trixie,” he groans softly, “Oh god, Trixie.”

  He is calling my name. He is fucking me in his mind. God how I want that dream to become a reality. I’ve got to have that hard cock slick with moisture plunging into my wide open pussy. Part of me is screaming to fling the door open and throw myself on top of him. But I’m still afraid.

  Dante is really getting close now, his muscles tensing and twitching. I absorb every detail, every spasm, every runnel of hot sweat. I’m downloading it all for later when I’m alone with my vibrator that can reach the spot I can’t quite hit with my fingers. I want so very much to cum in unison with this perfect man, but my release is going to have to wait.

  Meanwhile, Dante seems to be teetering right on the precipice. Then suddenly something happens.

  A gust of wind, cold and blustery, swirls across the patio and blows the door to the sauna wide open. I’m greeted with a rush of warm air from within the sauna and the soothing odors of cedar wood and sweat and the mineral scent of hot sauna rocks.

  Dante freezes, opens his eyes, and turns his head toward the door. A flicker of surprise passes over his face.

  “I’m sorry!” I stammer, “I was just going to…but I didn’t know you…I’d better go back!”

  I reach for the door to close it and leave.

  “No,” Dante says. “Stay.”

  My fingers pause on the wooden handle of the door. I’ve never heard him speak quite like that before. His voice has an edge of cold command to it.

  I obey him.

  Dante rises from the bench, carefully wrapping the towel ar
ound his waist. His pole is still hard and juts the cloth of the towel forward. But Dante doesn’t appear to be ashamed of it, and frankly he has nothing to be ashamed of. From what I’ve been able to glimpse, his cock is huge and delicious looking.

  He crosses the floor, sweat dripping from his athletic frame. His cool blue eyes burn into me like ice.

  Taking my hand ever so gently, he pulls me inside with him, and shuts the door.

  “Trixie, you’re freezing,” he says, clutching my hand in both of his, rubbing my skin to give me his warmth. “How long have you been out there?”

  My hand seems so tiny pressed between his.

  “Not long,” I lie.

  I was out there long enough, that’s for sure.

  He looks at me incredulously, then looks at my hand that he is warming. He raises it up to his face, presses his soft lips and nose against my fingers. Hot air draws over my knuckles as he snuffles me like a hound. A smile curls the corner of his mouth.

  “You’ve been touching yourself,” he says.

  My face flushes with embarrassment, but I don’t move or look away from his captivating gaze.

  “While you were watching me,” he adds.

  “Yes,” I answer. My heart is trying to jump out of my chest.

  His hands move to my face as he leans down and presses his lips against mine hotly. I open my own lips to receive him, and his tongue slides into my mouth so moist and wet. I suck it as his hands roam over my body.

  Behind my back, he pulls the dangling string of my bikini top. The knot comes free and the tiny top falls to the floor boards. His hand kneads the soft flesh of my breasts. His thumb strokes my nipples, testing how stiff they are.

  “You’ve got me so turned on it’s not even fair,” I sigh against his cheek.

  His hot kisses trail down my throat as I moan with pleasure. He pauses briefly to nibble at my collarbone. Then his lips find my breasts and he suckles me deeply, first one breast then the other. Blood rushes to my nipples as he sucks them hard and simultaneously flicks his tongue over them inside his mouth. His mouth pops off of me with a sweet smack and he strokes me between my legs.