Dakota was supposed to be tanning on a beach in Miami, but instead she was sitting on an ancient adirondack chair in her dad's backyard. There were worse places to spend her summer break than Nashville, which was sunny and 75°, but she'd been counting on that trip all year then had to refund her flight and hotel to buy a new car after her old one got crushed by a tree. Being a young teacher meant she got the summer off, but it didn't pay well enough yet to buy a new car and go on a trip in the same month.
Her friends kept sending her pictures, which she had reassured them she still wanted to see, of all the stuff they were doing like snorkeling, going to clubs, and trying new restaurants. Except they kept exaggerating frowns to show that they missed her. It was sweet and made her laugh, but she was a little wistful about missing out. She was most upset about missing a music show by one of her favorite DJs.
This past school year had been rough as she had not one but two of the most troublesome students in the school in her classes. It made everyday a struggle to stay positive when they were nothing but snark and arguments. One of them got suspended a week before the ACT, which, she was ashamed to admit, made her life a lot easier.
Instead of her three friends, she was with her dad and his new friend, Esteban, that he'd made after she finally convinced him to join one of the nearby gyms. Dakota had heard plenty about Esteban over the past few months while talking with her dad over the phone. She'd been glad her dad finally had someone to hang out with, but then he'd sent her some pictures of them after a tennis match and at the gym and was shocked at how attractive Esteban was.
He seemed a bit younger than her dad, but maybe he just took better care of himself. He was handsome with his brown skin and wavy black hair peppered with white.
Dakota would never admit to this to anyone but her closest friends, who were just as raunchy as she was, but Esteban was so her type that she had cropped her dad out of the photos and had masturbated to them on more than one occasion.
She felt like the teenage boys she rolled her eyes at, but she couldn't help herself. He was so handsome and seemed an alluring mix of a put together man that wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. She already knew from her dad that he had his own established landscaping business in town. She could tell from his hands and arms that he still put in the work despite being the boss. She couldn't help but want those hands on her.
Dakota had managed to act normal since he'd arrived. Despite brazenly getting off to pictures of the guy her dad had sent her, she wasn't so bold that she would ever reveal that.
They were all in their swimsuits to use the small in-ground pool. She thought Esteban's gaze might've lingered when she'd step out in her swimsuit. It wasn't anything crazy since she was visiting her family—certainly not like the bikinis she would have worn in Miami, but revealed as much as the average swimsuit.
Esteban wore a t-shirt with his trunks while he manned the grill, which was for the best because, despite owning it, her dad was not good at grilling.
"Hey, John," Esteban yelled over to where her dad was fiddling with a garden hose. "That's the last of the burgers if you want to grab the buns and sauces."
"That was fast," her dad commented before heading inside.
It hadn't really been fast. Esteban had saved the burgers for last and had already grilled some potatoes, corn on the cob, and peppers. All they'd done for the past hour was stand around the backyard making small talk about work and the weather.
"Hey, bad news, guys," her dad said. "The buns I bought are already moldy—must've been a bad batch. I'll run to the store and get more."
"No problem," Esteban said, turning off the grill. "We can wait a bit."
Dakota could hear the garage door opening and closing a minute later, leaving her alone with Esteban. He organized the tin foil covered vegetables on a tray and brought them over to the table.
She watched him from under her sunglasses and caught him looking her way a few times. With her dad out of the house, her impulses flared up. Her pussy twitched thinking about all the times she'd touched herself while looking at this man and wondering what was underneath those clothes.
"So your dad told me you were supposed to take a trip to Miami this summer," Esteban prompted.
"Yeah, I was looking forward to it, but what can you do? You ever been there?"
"Born and raised," he smiled.
He finished covering burger patties from bugs and sat down on the chair next to her. Dakota certainly didn't mind the proximity, but it did put a strain on her composure.
"Oh yeah? When did you move to Nashville?"
"I think it's been about fifteen years. My wife's family was from here, so she wanted to move closer to them. It has it's charms, but I'll admit it was difficult to be away from the ocean. Still got palm trees though." He chuckled and took a sip from his beer.
Meanwhile, Dakota was scanning his hand for any signs of a ring and searching through every bit of information her dad had mentioned about Esteban.
"You're married?" She hoped she didn't sound too disappointed.
"Ah, no. We've been divorced for five years or so now."
With her hope renewed, Dakota readjusted in her seat to face him more and thought she saw his eyes dart to her modest cleavage and back.
"You never thought about moving back?"
"Of course I did, but I already had my business and, like I said, Nashville has its charms."
She wasn't sure if she was reading into his emphasis on the word "charms."
"Like country music?"
He laughed. "It's not all bad, but merengue will always have my heart."
"I love merengue!"
"Really?" He looked more excited than skeptical.
"I'm serious! I had tickets to see a DJ that does these awesome merengue mixes, but obviously I had to cancel that too."
They talked for a few more minutes about music. Esteban sat closer as they talked and became more casual and relaxed.
She bit the bullet as he finished off his beer.
"Hey, feel free to say no, but do you mind if I take my bikini off for a bit? I obviously can't do it when my dad is here, but I hate tan lines."
Esteban hesitated for a moment, swallowing and looking to the back door before returning to her.
"I don't know if that's a good idea. Your dad could be back any minute."
"It's a beautiful day in the first week of summer; He's going to have to go to three different stores before he finds one that's not sold out of buns."
Dakota was already reaching for the clip at the back of her top.
"I—well, go ahead."
It only took a moment for her to be completely naked. Part of her couldn't believe how bold she was being, but the other part wasn't surprised at all since she'd been horny for this man since she first saw him on her screen months ago.
Esteban was trying to be respectful by looking elsewhere as she lazily folded her swimsuit and set it on the ground.
Dakota grabbed the tanning oil, uncapped it, and started rubbing some onto her chest when she asked, "What's your favorite way to work out?"
Esteban's eyes moved from somewhere over the roof right to her. They darted down or her hands rubbing over her skin before being forced back up to her eyes.
"My dad says you've given him a lot of great tips since you started going to the gym together, so I was just curious how you like to exercise."
Esteban still didn't answer.
"I don't mind if you look," she said, and look he did.
She kept talking as she rubbed in the oil over her chest and stomach uselessly now, Esteban watching every movement. "I go to the gym too, but it's definitely not my favorite to work out, you know?"
If Esteban weren't so clearly entranced with her body, she would be nervous she was barking up the wrong tree. Any of her doubts were assuaged when he finally said, "I think I can guess your favorite."
Dakota smiled at that and spread her legs. The oil made her grip slippery, but she nonetheless rubbed over her clit. Her whole body tensed, revealing the muscles in her stomach and legs; it had been a while since she'd wanted it this bad. Her other hand pinched her nipple as she continued the sliding caress down below.
"Are you planning to just watch?"
"I don't think your dad—" he started.
"I'm a grown woman, and my dad's not here."
Of course she understood that there were other circumstances at play here, but she wasn't in the mood to entertain them. Not when the clock was ticking down.
Esteban seemed to make up his mind and moved from his seat to hers. She moved one leg off to the side so he had more room. He leaned forward, hands resting on her spread thighs, and licked a long, strong stripe over her pussy.
"God," she groaned. "Yes."
Encouraged by her noise, Esteban didn't hold back. He changed his tongue strokes from flat and slow to pointed and fast, keeping her body in a constant ebb and flow of desire. His hair was getting oily from where she was running her fingers through it as she pulled his head closer to her.
After a few minutes, ending with her thoroughly drenched between the oil, salvia, and her own juices, he slipped a finger in. His thumb massaged her clit gently and his middle finger moved back and forth inside of her.
His movements were already setting off fireworks inside her, brushing against her walls, and the squelching sound made it even hotter.
He added another finger shortly after with no resistance.
"Give me more," she demanded.
He looked up from where his head was still bent close between her legs. "Fuck." He added a third.
The stretch was more prominent now, but she was hungry for it. Her body writhed against the deck chair, her back arching up in an attempt to take him deeper.
Several minutes passed with Dakota practically fucking herself on his fingers until a particular good stroke had her shockingly close to coming.
"Wait, stop." She panted. "I want to come with your cock in me."
Esteban did stop, but his face told her it was partially from shock. Not that he didn't seem like he had plenty of experience—that tongue proved he did—but she knew she was being particularly forward today.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her. "I don't have a condom."
Dakota couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter at the idea of Esteban bringing a condom to her dad's cookout. "I'm on birth control, don't worry. And I'm clean."
"Me too. The clean part, not the birth control part," he smiled.
He untied his swim trunks and pulled out his cock. He used the same wet fingers he'd had inside her to lube up his length, getting it harder and shinier as his hand stroked along.
Dakota pinched the front of his shirt and dragged him closer. He stumbled where his knee pressed against the chair, the other foot planted on the cement ground beside them.
He steadied himself enough to guide himself to her entrance. She could feel the heat hovering outside, but it was intoxicating when the crown of his cock finally nudged past her lips and breached the outer ring.
"Yes, fill me up," she moaned out.
Esteban moved his hips slowly forward, pulling back a few times before pushing deeper until he was all the way in.
"Dios, you're so fucking hot inside," he said as he began to thrust.
She could feel the stretch, but everything was so slick that the only resistance came when she clenched down harder. He filled her so well, and, even though it was already warm out, she was sweaty for a different reason now.
Esteban had both of his hands cupping her boobs, squeezing and pinching her nipples and he railed into her soaking pussy. Her tuts were already bouncing with the thrust of his hips, but he shook and played with them more before leaning in putting his expert tongue against her nipple and biting down
"Mmm, fuck yes. You're so good. So good at fucking my pussy and sucking my tits."
She felt like she was melting. The heat and the moisture and the pleasure were turning her into a puddle. A puddle that very much wanted to come.
She reached an arm down to flick over her clit. She could feel her pussy lips moving every time Esteban shoved inside, spreading to make room for him.
His licking got more aggressive as did his thrusting. He tugged at her nipples between his teeth before moving to her mouth where they made out for a while until they had to part for a breath.
"Agh," he groaned. "I'm close."
He pulled his head away to sit up straighter and focus on where his cock was filling her up.
He looked hotter than she'd ever seen him. Sweat dripped down his face and he used a hand to push his damp hair off his forehead. She could see lines of sweat highlighting his fit body through the shirt he still somehow had on.
Dakota moved her fingers faster, pressing down harder whenever Esteban thrust in. It only took a few more flicks of her wrist before she was clenched around his cock and coming hard.
Esteban looked at her face where her mouth was pulled into an "O" and said, "That's it. Come on my cock just like you wanted."
With a few more fast and hard thrusts, Esteban followed her. He spilled inside her as he shot out rope after rope of warm come. His hips kept moving, albeit slower, until his release was done.
They panted together like that for a few moments before Esteban pulled back a bit and pulled his cock out.
Dakota immediately felt the hot liquid dribbling out of her, down her asshole, to where it pooled slightly on the chair.
He rubbed his fingers gently over her pussy, pulling the lip on one side to see how open she had become for him.
"Well," she started, about to say she like to do that again sometime, but she was interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening.
They only had a split second to see each other's eyes go wide before they scrambled to right themselves.
While it couldn't feel great, all Esteban had to do was stuff his come covered cock back into his swim trunks.
Dakota had a bit more work to do. She couldn't even figure out what string went where on her swimsuit she was fumbling so much.
"I got it, don't worry," Esteban said. He jogged into the house through the back door to intercept her dad before he could make it out.
She still hurried to get her suit back on and even put her light cover up dress on over top; now that her dad was actually back, she wanted to cover up as much as she could to not feel as weird about it.
Dakota very much enjoyed what she'd just done, and she didn't regret it, but she wasn't looking forward to hanging out with her dad so soon after her afterglow.
She made sure to look very casual as Esteban slowly led her dad into the backyard, double checking her state before fully opening the door.
"You won't believe what happened while I was out!" Her dad exclaimed.
Her heart beat faster for a moment until he went on to detail about a fight he witnessed over the last pack of hotdogs in the store.
She couldn't help but look at Esteban as they settled in again and uncovered the food for serving. She hoped her eyes conveyed "thank god" but also "I want this to happen again."
The way his fingers brushed hers for a moment too long when he handed her her plate told her that Esteban seemed to agree.