The Seduction of Mr. Johnson – Charlie’s Adventures #1

This is my first sex story–ever, and I’ve read a lot of great ones on XNXX. Please review and rate, I’d really like to know what everyone thinks about my writing. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I’d be happy to take requests, constructive criticism and even if you’d like this to have a sequel or be a series, maybe including Alison in it 😉 Please don’t be rude, if you don’t like my story you don’t have to read it, just click the ‘back’ button and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Enjoy! 😉

*I’ve decided this is going to be the first in a series about this character. I will gladly take any suggestions, feel free to PM me through the Forum section to give me any possible scenarios for Charlie*

My name is Charlotte Martinez, but I go by Charlie. I’m 17 years old and I have a best friend named Alison Johnson. Her and I go together like peanut butter and jelly, but physically, we’re polar opposites. She’s petite, 5’4, with small A-cup breasts to go along with her size, a tiny bubble butt, pale-ish skin and blonde hair; While I, on the other hand, am a 5’10 Hispanic girl with curves in all the right places, I have a thick ass that guys love to stare at, perky C-cup breasts with light brown nipples to match my naturally brown/tan skin. My dark brown, almost black hair hangs a few inches below my breasts and although I’m not stick-skinny like Ali, I’m definitely in shape. Boys constantly fawn over me (and Ali) at school and around our town. I have had my fair share of high school boys and even a fling with a couple frat guys from the local university, but none of them could keep my attention for too long. 

The one person who has always kept my attention, since the measly age of 9? Alison’s father, Michael. I had shamelessly had a crush on him when I first met Ali in elementary school. He and Ali’s mom (who was no longer in the picture after a crazy divorce) had her when they were 23. Mr. Johnson is 6’3, has lightly tanned skin and a very fit body thanks to his daily runs, that he unfortunately hides under suits when going to work at his law firm. His hair is dark brown with a small amount of gray hair peaking out in the roots, which surprisingly made him more handsome.

I’ve been planning the seduction of Ali’s father for months and I long decided that the best day for it would be this weekend, the weekend of the Homecoming dance at our high school. I’m staying with Ali and her dad for the weekend while my parents are out of town.

As I’m writing this, Ali and I are on our way back to her place after a day of pampering: manicures, pedicures, make-up and hair all done. Yes, I know it’s not prom, just Homecoming. But this is Texas and we take our football–and Homecoming–very seriously.

As we get to her room I open the shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret and pull out a black lace thong with the matching push-up bra–even though I don’t need much push-up– and put it on. As Ali turns around she gasps, “Damn girl, who are you trying to seduce?”

Your dad, I say in my head. “Oh no one special,” I lie, smirking at her.

She shakes her head, “I wish I had your body, guys go crazy over it.”

I slap her arm, “Shush, you look gorgeous.”

She smirks, “Damn straight.”

I shake my head and slide on my dress, then my shoes. “I’ll see you downstairs, I smell food!”

“Fatty,” she shouts after me and I head downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and Mr. Johnson making dinner. He looks up from the cutting board and stares at me, his mouth a little open, his eyes slightly bulged out. I’m wearing a tight fitting black dress that has a sweetheart neckline, perfectly accentuating my pushed-up cleavage, and barely covers my ass. It hits each of my curves perfectly and my nude peep teo heels show off my pedicured feet. My hair is done in curls that fall on either side of my breasts, accentuating my C-cups. I smile at him and walk over to the counter beside him, sitting on the barstool beside him.

“Need any help Mr. Johnson?” I ask sweetly, crossing my legs and knowing fully well that my dress rides up even higher when I cross my legs. 

“No, no,” he says quickly, as if his words are jumbled. I look down at his crotch and see a slight bulge forming. He’s wearing dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His suit jacket is thrown across one of the dining room chairs and I can see his muscles bulging beneath the shirt. “But if you could set the table up, that would be great Charlie.”

I bite my nude lipstick covered lip and nod, getting up and walking over to the dinner table, setting up three places. I remember when I used to set four, cheating whore.

Ali’s mom had been sleeping with her dad’s partner from his law firm, it was a big community-wide scandal because the guy she was cheating with was in the running for county judge. They were both ran out of town and Mr. Johnson was left heartbroken. Ali had told me over the past four years that her dad had dated approximately two women, but never went further than a couple dates. 

As I bend over the table, setting the plates, I imagine him bending me over and fucking me til I scream.