Page 5 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
Covering the box with its lid, I stand up and take a deep breath. I’ve finished my work in the house, but I’m a perfectionist. So I vacuum the house although the floor looks clean. By the time I’m done, it’s only four in the afternoon. Tony won’t be back until six, so I have plenty of time to enjoy the pool.
I don’t wait to change into my swimsuit and jump into the pool. I swim vigorously for a few laps to release the restless energy inside me. I don’t stop until I’m tired, which is about thirty laps later. I’ve always loved swimming, but too bad we don’t have a pool in our house. So I’m not going to stop until I’m spent. I rest briefly and swim for a few more laps, and then I lie onto the chaise to rest.
I drift into a brief nap, and when I wake, the sun is setting. Gosh. I should get going. Tony will be home soon. But the thought of Tony brings a wicked smile as I remember his photo. Unable to help my naughtiness, I reach my phone in my purse on the ground and open the album app. As soon as I see Tony’s photo, my hormones rush back in a violent storm. The lust I swam so hard to get rid of recovers just like that. Glancing around me and making sure no one is around, I slip my hand into my bikini bottom.
Chapter 4
Tony
I resist the urge to stop at the grocery store and drive straight home. I’m glad to see Anna’s car is still against the curb.
The house is quiet when I enter the living room. It looks clean and smells her perfume. The kitchen countertops are all sparkling, and the pantry shelves are clean and ready to be stocked. I enter my study and smile at what I see. Ann has not only filled the bookcases but also arranged the books carefully. She’s even moved the Peace Lily and Pothos I carelessly placed on the floor to among the books, giving the place a fresh look.
“Anna?” I call her name out loud as I go into my bedroom but hear no answer. Remembering that I told her she could use the pool, I glance out of the window at the backyard. As soon as I spot her lying on the chaise lounge in her bikini, I suck in a breath. She’s so beautiful, like the cover of a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Her body looks tiny on my large chaise, but her curves aren’t. Her bikini is three cute dots that barely cover anything. I expected a sexy body from her, but seeing it still stuns me. Even lying down, her breasts look perky and full, spilling from her top. Her legs are long and shapely, and one of them is crossing the other, giving me a nice side view of her round buttock. Fuck me.
She’s perfect. My cock is already swelling as I imagine lying down next to her on the spacious chaise and feeling her smooth skin. I can ogle her all day, but she stirs suddenly. She lies on her arm for a second and then sits up to get her purse. Thinking she’s leaving, I get ready to go out to greet her. But she returns to the chaise and tabs on her phone, and then she furtively glances around as if checking to see whether she’s being watched. I stay where I am without moving, knowing she can’t see the house’s dark interior from outside.
What she does next nearly blows my mind. She shoves a hand under her bikini bottom while holding her phone in the other and staring at the screen.
My jaw slacks and I blink to make sure I’m not hallucinating. But no, I’m not. The naughty girl starts to masturbate while holding her phone in hand. Fuck. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what’s on her phone. It must be some porn.
I should stop looking right there, but hell, it’s too late. I’ve gone way too far.
So I watch her as she drops the phone on her belly to free her hand. She pushes up her top, showing me her breasts for a second before cupping one of them and rolling her nipple between her fingers. Holy fucking hell.
This is not real. I must be dreaming. The yard is quiet, and I can hear her tiny moans, too. My cock has gotten so hard and thick that it threatens to break my zipper. I mutter a curse before unzipping my pants and gripping my thick shaft. Unbelievable. I don’t even remember the last time I got so aroused, not to mention beating off twice in a day. When Ann starts to writhe on the chair, I feel my own tension building. And when she lets out a loud cry that’s the sexiest sound I’ve heard in years, I grunt and shoot out a thick rope of cum onto the hardwood floor.
She falls silent after that. I wait until Anna gets up and enters the pool house before getting into my bathroom to clean up. I then go to the yard, pretending I’ve just returned home.
“Hey, Anna!” I say to her as soon as she comes out of the pool house, fully dressed.
“Hi, Tony,” she says, her face crimson and her voice sounding squeaky. “You’re early. It’s only five-thirty.”
“I know. Did you get to use the pool?”
“Yes!” She looks away for a moment and then meets my eyes again. “I love the pool. I had a great time.”
You sure did, horny girl.“Good to know,” I say with a smirk.
She’s holding her phone in her hand. And I can’t help glancing at it, wondering what turned her on so much earlier.
She self-consciously clutches her phone tighter and moves it to behind her back. I stifle a laugh. She’s so transparent. Still a little girl. She can’t hide any secrets, can she? “You did a fantastic job, Anna,” I say. “I should treat you dinner.”
Her eyes widen with joy, but she declines. “Thanks, Tony. But I should go. My mom’s expecting me to go home for dinner. I’ll see you in two weeks,” she says and practically flees.
I chuckle softly. “See you, then.”
Chapter 5
Anna
I can hardly keep my mind on the road when I drive. I can’t believe I really did that. Getting off with Tony’s picture in his yard? Shit. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not like this. I’ve fantasized about some movie stars in the past but never gotten sexual. I couldn’t even imagine having a carnal desire for someone I didn’t know. So why was I so turned on my Tony’s picture? Granted, it was erotic, but he was still a stranger. The worse thing is, I think he knows what I’ve done. When he materialized in front of me, his eyes twinkled and he was looking at my phone as if he wondered what I saw on it. Shit. I’m paranoid.
At dinner, after telling my parents about my day at Tony’s house, I ask my dad casually, “Has Tony ever been a model before? Because I swear I’ve seen his photos in some magazines or websites.”
My dad thinks for a moment. “I believe he has. Back in college, he was modeling for some fashion magazines.”
“Why is your star student back in this little town?” my mom asks. “I thought he was doing well at Rice.”
