Page 3 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
I don’t bother to close the door, knowing no one else is around. I locate the iron and the iron board, and then I strip. My shirt is all soaked. Shit. I wring the water out before spreading it onto the board. My bra is also wet, so I take that off, too. My shorts have a few wet spots but I leave them on.
As I iron my shirt, I look around at the pictures on the walls. Every room in the Davisons’ house is a photo gallery, and the laundry room isn’t an exception. I see Linda and Ed in their twenties, with happy smiles and a baby in Ed’s arms. David was so cute back then, unlike the grumpy man he turned out to be later.
His blue eyes have never failed to make me dream. I stare at the photo directly in front of me: David in a tank top playing basketball. Lord. Those biceps. It’s hard to believe this athletic man turns out to be a brainy scientist. These pictures are directly responsible for my persistent crush on David. Even though he’s my dad’s age, I don’t see him as an older man, but I always imagine him as one of the hot young men in the photos.
When I was a teenager, I fantasized about him a lot. Whenever he came to our house, I would make sure I wore the sexiest clothes I got. And I took every chance I had to be near him and flaunt my teenage assets to him. I wasn’t curvy, but I got larger-than-average boobs among my friends. But all my effort was useless. David didn’t notice me at all. Shit. Of course he wouldn’t. I was just an immature, brainless girl. He’s a scientist, for God’s sake. But then again, it might not be my problem. Being a scientist, David is extremely picky. He’s brought home some gorgeous women in the past, but none of them lasted long because he was such a perfectionist.
Recalling my silly teenage days makes me horny again. My shirt is already dry but I don’t put it on. I unplug the iron and continue to browse the pictures. As my eyes find the photo of David topless in swim trunks, my lady bits tingle. And unknowingly, I reach to cup my breast. I squeeze the swell of my flesh, wondering what David would think if he saw me like this.Look at me, David.I’m a grown-up now.
“I could show the world how to smile, I could be glad all of the while, I could change the gray skies to blue, If I had you…”
I close my eyes and imagine David by my side watching me. I grind my pelvis against the edge of the table while massaging both of my swollen breasts.
“I could climb the snow-capped mountains, I could sail the mighty ocean wide, I could cross the burning desert, If I had you by my side…”
I’m on the verge of coming when the song ends. The room suddenly becomes quiet and I hear a faint gasp at the same time when a whiff of musky male scent greets me. I open my eyes and see a stubble-lined jaw and a pair of piercing blue eyes. David, the man I’m fantasizing about, is standing in the door frame in a blue shirt and beige chino pants. My orgasm deflates and I blink. Shit. Do I really have psychic power? Have I summoned the man out of his pictures?
No way. He’s really standing there, as stunned as I am. I freeze, not knowing what to say or do. My impulse is to put on my shirt, but I’ll have to let go of my boobs if I do. So I stand there, cupping my breasts while gazing at him.
“David! What’re you doing here?” I ask in an accusatory tone. “You’re not supposed to be home so early.”
David looks amused. “I finished work early. The question is, what areyoudoing, Zena?”
“I…err,” I let out a short laugh. “My shirt got soaked, and I had to iron it.”
“Is that it?”
“Yes,” I say, hoping he’ll leave.
When he doesn’t, I curse and grab my shirt and put it on with one swift motion—except I put it on backwards, and have to take it off to do it again.
David’s eyes turn stormy when I steal a glance at him. I’m positive his eyes never left my boobs—not even with my shirt on. His gaze makes my legs wobble. Great. I was hoping he would see me, and now I wish I could hide in a hole.
I put the iron and the board back in their places and get ready to leave, but then I see my bra on the table. Shit. I haven’t put it on. I hesitate for just a moment and gaze up at him. He raises his eyebrows as if waiting to see what I’ll do.
Since he’s already seen me, what’s the point of hiding it now? I take off my shirt again and put on my bra, but I figure I might as well put on a show this time. So I do it slowly while gazing at him seductively, making sure I push my breasts together after hooking the straps.
David gulps and narrows his eyes. “You haven’t changed a bit, Zena. Still so naughty.”
With that, he walks out of the laundry room.
Fuck. I made a fool of myself again, in front of David. This man is the death of me. I hope he hasn’t heard me moaning out his name.
Chapter 4
David
I head toward my bedroom upstairs quickly, afraid I’ll change my mind and return to the laundry room instead if I slow down. The beast in my pants is raging hard, and I can barely keep from freeing it.
What I’ve just seen isn’t real, I tell myself. It’s just a dream, one of the fantasies I make up when I’m lonely.
Except it was far better than my scientific mind could’ve conjured up.
I’ve always guessed Zena has a great body, but never in a million years have I expected it to be so gorgeous. Those snowy twin peaks with pink crests, so innocent and yet naughty, begging for stronger hands to mold them. Fuck me.
The picture of her kneading those beautiful breasts in her little hands is burned into my mind and I can see it whenever I close my eyes.
I should’ve turned away when I saw her, but I just stood there gawking at her like a pervert. She was simply too beautiful and how often would such a chance come around? I’m just a human being, a man in his prime years, and a starving man.
