This morning, she was standing at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. Her golden-red hair was tousled. She wore a soft looking tank top and shorts. My dick immediately went full tilt at the sexy image. This wasn’t the first hard-on I got from looking at her. In fact, since I’d hired her last year, she’d starred in all the dirty fantasies I had when I jerked off in the shower. It appeared that this morning would be another one.
I entered my master bath, which I’d redone when I bought the home for Veronica and me after we learned she was expecting. Veronica wanted one of the larger homes along the river, but this was a safer, more affordable investment. The compromise was that the home was remodeled with all the high-end fixtures she wanted. Three years later, she was gone. Still, I couldn’t deny the tile shower with multiple shower heads was nice.
I shucked off my shorts and t-shirt, and stepped into the hot spray. I looked down at my still-hard dick. When I’d first gotten a hardon involving thoughts of Tessa, I was mortified. She was my daughter’s babysitter, for fuck’s sake. Then I decided that in the privacy of my brain and shower, it didn’t matter what I thought about. In fact, I was glad I wasn’t thinking of Veronica or Brenda from the gym. With both of them, I’d had occasional friends-with-benefits sex up until nearly a year ago. Since then, my only sexual release came from thinking about Tessa. Not that I didn’t have opportunities with Veronica or Brenda, or other women, even. But it seemed like it was time to stop fucking Veronica, since we’d been divorced for nearly three years, and it wasn’t good business practice to get naked with a gym member.
As I gripped my dick, I scanned my brain for what I should think about today as I jerked off. Tessa on her knees sucking my dick? Tessa standing in front of me in this shower as I fucked her from behind? Maybe in my bed, with her legs wrapped around my hips as I pounded away inside her.
I stroked my cock as I shut my eyes and let the image of Tessa with her tousled hair and skimpy shorts and tank top come to mind. She looked so soft and warm. The need to touch and taste her spread through my body, making me hotter than the water pelting me. In my mind, I entered her kitchen. I was naked except for the tattoo of Maisie’s name, which was decorated with daisies. Tessa turned, looked at me with surprise, and then smiled. That sweet innocent smile.
Her eyes drifted down my naked body to my cock, widening again. She didn’t say anything as I dropped to my knees and yanked her shorts down, revealing her sweet pussy. I imagined running my tongue through her folds, tasting her. A woman like her had to taste like honey.
Seconds later, she was naked, and I had her on the table, her legs open wide, that wet pink pussy glistening with desire for my cock.
“Fuck.” I gripped my cock tighter, sliding my hand along his length faster as I imagined plunging my aching dick inside her. I held her hips and let loose my raging need. I pounded into her, harder, faster.
She was moaning and writhing, urging me on. “Come in me, Dylan. Fill me with your hard cock.”
“Ah fuck, yeah.” Electricity gathered in a hot ball, and then like a bomb my orgasm blasted through me, starting from my dick and radiating out to every nerve ending of my body. My cum sprayed shot after shot onto the tile wall. My hand pressed against the wall to support me as I yanked out the last few drops.
I took a breath and then dunked my head under the spray as the sweet sensations of pleasure washed away. Now that was done with, I needed to get thoughts of naked Tessa and orgasms out of my head.
I washed up and exited the shower. I shaved and brushed my teeth, and then putting my robe on, I re-entered my bedroom. I dressed in slacks and a polo shirt with my gym’s logo on it. Then I went to wake Maisie. Fortunately, she was a morning person, and always bounded out of bed with a cheery disposition.
“Today is my party,” she announced as she came into the kitchen wearing the clothes that she’d set out the night before.
“It is.” I set her breakfast of an egg and some fruit on the table.
“You won’t forget to come, will you?” She sat in her chair and looked up at me with her big blue eyes.
“When have I ever forgotten?”
She grinned at me. “Never.”
“I won’t forget today. Now, eat up. Tessa will be here in a few minutes.” The image of Tessa naked on her kitchen table flashed in my brain, and blood rushed to my dick. Down, boy, I thought, chastising myself for letting my brain go there. God, if she knew the things that I thought of her, she’d probably be horrified.
There was a knock. As I went to answer it knowing it was Tessa, I had to hope she couldn’t tell that I lusted for her.
3 Tessa
Dylan’s ex, Veronica, was a well-known model who likely made a ton of money selling lingerie, designer clothes, and skin care products. But I was sure that Dylan would make more if he decided to go into modeling. He was a perfect specimen, at least as far as I could see. The truth was,
