Blowjob

You and Mr. Fowler are both more than a little anxious, even though you've cleared up the confusion. The two of you stand on opposite sides of the motel room, the bed between you. More important might be the years of platonic interaction between you, all the times you slept over at his house, the times he picked you up from soccer games, the times you and his daughter went out partying together. It's not hard to understand why Eric would feel awkward about what his wife has set him up to do tonight, so you realize you will have to take matters into your own hands.

Well, into your own mouth.

You walk over to your best friend's father, closing the distance slowly and cautiously. Eric doesn't move, either toward you or away from you. He stays where you are. You feel confident dressed in the sexy lingerie that his wife bought for you, and you know you look beautiful and desirable in the makeup that you've applied. This could very well be the sexiest you've ever looked in your life.

You kiss him first on the lips. He doesn't move, doesn't even kiss you back really; you didn't expect him to. The poor man is still in shock as to the reveal of the identity of the woman his wife has set him up with for tonight. You kiss his neck next, then play with his collar. You kiss the top button on his white dress shirt, leaving a smear of red lipstick on it. You leave more lip marks down his torso, too afraid to look him in the eye as you get on your knees. Off comes his belt, then his pants; despite his resistance, he's harder than any guy you've ever been with right this second, and you haven't even put your hands on it. It strains angrily against his loose boxers, and you revel in pulling them down. His dick looks different than others you've been with, a little more tan, more straight than curved. You don't know if you can attribute that to age, or what, but you like it.

Still refusing to make eye contact, you take it into your mouth. You kiss it sensually, cupping his balls, making little moaning sounds. You put your own right hand on the back of your head as you really get into it, pushing your mouth deeper onto his cock.

Eric Fowler had been silent, but no longer. He grunts as your tongue licks the underside of his dick, as his tip slides against the roof of your mouth. Finally you make eye contact with him, giving him your best under-eyelash look up from where you're kneeling. He looks amazed that this is happening to him, that his daughter's best friend is the one blowing him right now.

You pull his member out of your mouth with a pleased 'Aah' sound. "Your cock is wonderful," you breathe, doing your best Marilyn impression. "Thank you..."