“Why is she doing this to me?” I think as I watch her in that small bikini.

We don’t even have a fucking swimming pool, and yet she pounces from one room to the next, doing nothing in particular. I can see the contours of her pussy lips as the bikini bottom tightly pulls between them, not to mention the way it stretches over her mound. From the looks of it there’s probably not one pubic hair to be found near that sweet entrance.

The fuel on the fire is her tiny waist, toned and tanned to perfection, like the rest of her body. She may not have big breasts, but they are just big enough to fill my hands. I can already see myself sucking on those tiny nipples poking through her top.

But chances are you’ll notice her eyes first. She has something inside those two oceans that bring out a different beast in a man. Put this together with her dark brown locks, her naturally pouty lips and a slender neck to connect it with the rest of her unforgettable body…

Let’s say it’s like a minefield filled with different explosions - just waiting to trigger my end.

I’m so fucking jealous of that bikini I want to rip it off and burn it. I’m also jealous of her boyfriend, who gets to touch her in ways I’m not even allowed to think about.

What the fuck did I do to deserve this torture? I’m a decent guy, for the most part. I show up for special events, I make sure my daughter is taken care of, and I keep my problems to myself. So why on earth should I be the one stuck in this position?

But my torture won’t last for very long, because Kelly just graduated. She’s bound to move out soon, I hope. Then I’ll be rid of this lustful vision that’s constantly hanging around. She’s there even when she’s not, you know what I mean? And if it’s not a miniscule bikini, it’s a tight little skirt. If it’s not a tight little skirt, it’s a pair of shorts that hug her ass so lovingly she may as well walk around naked.

“Here you go. I thought you might like something to drink.”

She hands me a beer, snapping me out of my perverted daze.

“Oh…thanks.”

I can’t help but scan her small frame a last time before taking the beer, and acting as if I’m heavily invested in my work.

“What’s up with you lately? You’ve been so distant. Are you mad at me or something?”

I’m sitting at my desk in my home office, trying hard to shut myself out. But everywhere I go, she’s there. It’s been this way ever since my wife left, leaving Kelly and me to fend for ourselves. Yesterday I got the five-year-single-parent badge, because my ex had some wild oats to sow. I guess I can’t blame her. We were high school sweethearts, we got married before finishing college, and before we knew it, Kelly was born.

When I think back now, there are so many things I wish I did. And some things I didn’t. Now I’m thirty eight, divorced, and harboring a sexual obsession towards the last person on this earth I want to hurt.

“Why would I be mad? I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“You’ve been working a lot lately. Why don’t we do something fun? It’s been a while since we went to the movies. Or we could just take a drive?”

Kelly leans on my desk and studies the stack of papers with her fingertips, inadvertently pushing her perfect petite tits together, distracting me in ways I can’t come to grips with.

“Well, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jason. I’m surprised you even noticed I still exist.”

I know what they’ve been doing and it pisses me off. Just seeing them together puts a rage inside me I don’t know how to control. It’s not my intention to get irritated or nasty, because it’s natural for a girl her age to be among friends and boys. But like I said, I have several regrets I’m dealing with, which has turned me into somewhat of a tyrant.

“Are we really going to have that discussion again?” She asks without making eye-contact.

Yes, we’ve been there several times. I accuse her of being a spoilt brat and she retaliates by ignoring me flat for days. It’s a vicious cycle I can’t seem to break, but today I’m going to try my best. It’s not her job to make me feel better, and it’s certainly not her responsibility to take care of my sexual needs, even if she is the focus point of my recent fantasies.

“No, we’re not. Sorry. The stress is just getting to me.” I force out the words with a fake smile.

“It’s a shame I can’t sit on your lap anymore. It used to make you feel a lot better.” Kelly says as she trots around my office, looking at my bookshelves as if she hasn’t seen them a hundred times before.

“Yep, those were the good old days.”

The idea of Kelly propping herself onto my groin jumps to mind, immediately releasing a set of hormones I wish I could destroy with a glass of whiskey.

“Do you miss her?”

Kelly gets comfortable at the window pane, folding her arms and looking down at her freshly painted toenails. She’s talking about Shannon, the ex-wife I wish I never met.

“I don’t know. I guess. Do you?”

Kelly doesn’t answer straight away.

“Sometimes.”

I start to feel like a failure all over again. Maybe if I was a different person Shannon would’ve stuck around. Maybe Kelly and I could’ve avoided the fights where I came off as a sick and jealous fuck, which would’ve prevented the awkward bond we currently have.

“Are you mad at her for leaving me behind?” Kelly asks, now staring me dead in the eye.

In truth, yes, I’m mad. I’m fucking infuriated that she left me to put Kelly in a very uncomfortable position. On some level, Kelly knows about my dirty thoughts. She’s caught me staring at her several times, like I’m staring now.

“I’m angry for many reasons, but it’s not because of you.”

Kelly has always been a closed book. What I know about her personal thoughts and feelings I have to gather from the strange questions she asks. Not being able to know what she is thinking drives me insane sometimes. And the fact that she probably only shares this information with Jason or her friends makes me feel even more…discarded.

“Don’t you get lonely? Physically…I mean. You haven’t dated since she left.”

I’m more than a little surprised at this question. Usually the conversations evolve around her next shopping trip, not me.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” I ask, hoping on some level she’ll say yes.

“It’s just…you’ve been acting really weird the last couple of months. I was just wondering, maybe you should go on a dating site or something, find somebody and move on with your life. She’s not coming back you know.”

Kelly is looking at her toes again, digging them into the carpet, showing her discomfort. Honestly speaking, her suggestion is only reinforcing my decision to get my perverted thoughts under control.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should get out there again and shake things up.” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.

In reality I don’t want to, because they can’t compare to the center of my obsession. The only person I’m interested in already occupies my office, flexing her thigh muscles as she plays with her toes.

But she needs me to do this, so I will.

“Yeah, I mean…you still look pretty good.” She says with a sly smile.

The conversation just keeps getting stranger. We’ve had hundreds of discussions before, which has created somewhat of a pattern. By now I know when she’s going to ask something and what it will entail. This line of questioning and comments is something completely new to the pattern.

“Then I guess I’d better start using it before I lose it. But first I have to make money to pay that dating site. What time is Jason picking you up?”

“I’ll be staying in tonight. So yes, TLC is the only channel you’ll be able to watch, because I’m hogging the tv… and the ice-cream.”

She stands up and arches her back, accentuating different parts of her body as she stretches her seemingly sore lower back. Then she casually walks to the door.

I fight the urge to watch her walk away, and with a heavy heart, I drag my eyes to the other corner of the room. It’s painful enough not getting to touch her, and paying attention only makes it more agonizing. Every visual second I have of her is another year of mental torment, and a ghost is keeping track of every line I cross. He wants to make sure I pay my debt.

But I look just before she turns down the hallway, extending my sentence with another year or so. And yes, it’s fucking worth it. The slight vibrations in her ass cheeks as she walks register immediately, giving my cock full support to get as hard as it possibly can.

End of Part One

 

Great story! Can’t wait for more.

 

I can't wait to see where this goes!! Excellent start!!!

 

Very good start. You look amazing too.

 

Wonderful, waiting for more as always, lovely picture of you as well, can't wait to see more of them as well oxox

 

Great start can't wait to read more

 

Well done. I'm excited to read more.

 

Am just stoking right along

 

I need to tuck my baby in at night..

 

Awesome start to your story, I enjoyed reading it, thank you for sharing

 

nicely done. Sets the stage for a possibly long, hot tale, or tails.

 

Man your delivery is absolutely amazing. The story is on point with reality. Havent read 1 story where i havent been hard or aroused.
You 1 bad mamajama..

 

Very amazing opening to what looks like it is going to be an amazing story. Please do keep going with it.