Teasing Daddy’s Friend Until He Can’t Take Anymore

When I was 14, my father used to go to the hardware store in our neighborhood all of the time. In the parking lot of that store, there was a guy that sold barbecue from a trailer. He had a smoker and all of the materials there and he paid the hardware store to let him park there and sell his food. It was actually very delicious BBQ. So, my 12 year old brother was obsessed with fire, smoke, BBQing (still is in fact) and over time my dad was a frequent customer and became friends with the guy. One time, my dad volunteered my brother to start helping out there part time. A few hours on the weekends, my brother would help this guy (Bob Kirk – I still remember his name). Well, my brother was also quite the athlete, so on occasion he would have games or whatever that would conflict. So my father offered me as a substitute volunteer. Well, except I was going to be paid to help. At first it was so awkward, because this guy was like 50 or 60 and not really even particularly good looking. We had nothing to talk about, as I wasn’t really interested in the ins and outs of cooking good barbecue. But I did notice that he was always staring whenever I had to bend over or whatever. So that is where the fun began… I wanted to see just how far I could push this man.

This trailer was pretty small. Tight quarters. So we would be working in there, and I started just toying with him. I would accidentally brush up against him as we passed by each other making sure my ass hit his crotch. I would reach across the counter so that my breasts would rub up against his arms. I started wearing shorter and tighter clothes. I would wear t-shirts out of the house and then act like it was just too hot once I got there and take off layers until I was in paper-thin, skin-tight shirts. I was making this guy crazy! And I loved every minute of it. This went on for months. I was actually pretty impressed at his willpower. Although I knew I was having an effect on him. I would catch him adjusting himself or rubbing himself when he didn’t think I was looking.

So one day I was in the back part of the trailer where he kept all of the plates and foil and stuff. He asked me to do something – hollered it, but I pretended I didn’t hear. That forced him to walk to that part of the trailer. I waited until he stepped into the doorway and then I stood up and turned around and acted like I was walking through the doorway. I feigned that I didn’t see him there, so when we finally made eye contact I was about an inch from his face. I didn’t pull back. I just stood there and made eye contact and smiled, holding my position. I bit my bottom lip nervously. He broke eye contact and my heart sank a bit. But then to my surprise he reached forward and kissed me gently. I moaned quietly. Our lips parted and his tongue danced in my mouth. The kiss lasted 15 seconds at most. Then he broke away and apologized profusely saying he didn’t know what had got into him. I noticed that he reached down inside his jeans this time to rearrange his cock while he turned away. My adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I didn’t say anything else about it, but went about teasing him as a normally did. When he saw my father’s truck pull up in the parking lot, he looked at me nervously. I winked at him and smiled. Then I leaned in and whispered in his ear that I couldn’t wait to see him next time. Then I let my hand brush past his stiffening cock as I exited the trailer. I jumped down from the platform, bounded into the passenger side of my father’s truck and waved as we drove off.

It was two long weeks until I had to cover for my brother again. I chose my outfit carefully. At that time, I was in excellent shape. I had athletic tan legs from summers at the swimming pool and days on the basketball and volleyball court. I had some cut-off jean shorts where the inseam was literally less than 2 inches across. They came right below the crack of my ass. When we were leaving the house, my father asked if those were good work shorts and I told him that they were the oldest pair that I had and it was always so hot in that trailer. He shrugged it off, but I know he had to be debating the appropriateness of their length. I had my cutest pair of thong underwear on underneath. If I pulled the shorts to my hips, you could see the string of the thong at the waistband of the shorts. I noticed that I was aroused before we even arrived – my heart beating faster. I gave my dad a peck on the cheek and got out of the truck. I went into the trailer immediately Mr. Kirk’s eyes went to my long tan legs and those short-shorts. He looked me up and down and then remembered that my father could be watching and looked away quickly. There was a long line of customers, so I just jumped right into making sandwiches. After the crowd died down, I asked him how business was the week before. I asked him if he missed me. I gave him a playful grin and told him that I had missed him and had been thinking about that kiss.

“That was an accident. I wish you would never think of it again. It was completely inappropriate”
“What if I don’t want to forget? What if I can’t forget?” I purred. I loved watching him squirm with nervous excitement. I saw him try to discretely arrange his hardening cock. I wondered how big and thick it was. I had only seen one other cock in person at that time.

More customers arrived and I giggled while I watched him try to compose himself. He shot me an exasperated look.

They placed their order. While I fixed it, I purposely dropped the foil onto the floor.