David’s blood ran cold at the question.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Cass”

Yes, that was it. Cass was the name he always used when he was playing the role of the adult. That was what he needed now, to be an adult, to set boundaries. To get the hell out of here and back to his office before he did something really stupid.

However Cassandra glimpsed his other head twitching against its prison.

“Aww, how come?” she cooed, all innocence and sweetness, scooping up and offering him her bottle of factor 40, silently praying her nerve held. “Please, Mr Street. You don’t want me to get burned now, do you?”

David stared at the bottle like it was a coiled viper, poised to strike. This was his last chance. He needed to go. Just get up and go back inside, he could do it. Just get up and go. He had to, before...

Taking it from her, he rose up and walked around her lounger to stand over her before popping the cap. “Roll over.”

The command was clipped and said with such primal authority, it sent a fresh shiver of excitement tingling through Cassandra. She obeyed immediately. Rolling onto her front, she pulled the wash of her raven hair aside before starting on the fastenings of her top.

“I think that’s going too far.”

“But I’ll have tan lines Mr Street,” she implored, barely able to keep still for the thought of his hands on her bare skin. Just managing to finger the knot loose despite the knots in her tummy, she added sweetly, “I know you’ll be a gentleman and not look.”

“Of course not,” he bit out, squeezing a generous amount of the sunscreen onto his palm before smearing a long line across her shoulder blades. It wasn’t cold. Not after a morning sitting out under the Mediterranean sun, but she shivered and squirmed all the same as his hand circled around and around, teasing down her long neck and across her shoulders, massaging it in. 

He worked until it had all been applied, and then kept going. Her skin was just so warm, so butter soft. He couldn’t get enough.

And nor could Cassandra.

“Mmm... that feels so nice Mr Street... mmm... lower,” she panted, burying her face in the lounger to keep him from spying the blush heating her face. God, what was she doing? This was Mr Street, her best friend’s dad.

This was insane, but she didn’t care.

She’d been dreaming of this moment. This intimacy with him.

Cassandra had craved the feeling of his hands sliding over her skin, the sensations those big, powerful hands would send sizzling straight down to her throbbing centre.

If this was her one moment with him, then she intended to make it count and enjoy every second of it.

David was happy to indulge her and applied a fresh squeeze of lotion.

Guided by her soft, kittenish moans, he worked his way down the delicate curve of her back, his thumb playing along her spine like the strings of a violin while his fingers danced along her ribs. Accidentally, one finger brushed along the side of her milky white breast and she sucked in a breath that made his cock tighten and twitch.

Fuck this was bad. He needed to get out of here, away, back to the safety of his office. A place he could look but not touch. Never touch! This was Cassandra for Christ’s sake. His daughter’s best friend. Her fucking flatmate!

Needing to put some much-needed distance between them, he manoeuvred to the base of the lounger, dragging his hands around the contours of her upturned derriere and down her gloriously long legs. He tried to focus, to clear his thoughts, but the distance only made it easier for him to devour the vision of her stretched out before him. His eyes immediately locked onto the small triangle of white material between her legs. Still slightly damp from her earlier swim, her folds were clearly visible against the fabric, the nub of her clit swollen and pleading for attention, betraying her arousal.

This was affecting her just as much as it was him.

And that revelation made it impossible for him to pull away.

He worked his way back up from her ankle and along her calf. Stroking and brushing, his touch as light and teasing as a feather, the premise of applying the lotion forgotten, making her writhe and moan. Then as his fingers brushed over her inner thighs, she raised her hips and subtly parted her legs just that bit wider, opening herself to him.

It was all the permission he needed.

Cassandra couldn’t stand it. His hands were working her into a frenzy, making her skin tingle wherever he touched. She had to grab the edges of the lounger to battle against the urge to slip a hand beneath her suit and sooth the fire throbbing between her legs.

Was this really happening?

Was she really letting him do this?

Him! Mr Street, her best friend’s daddy, was touching her! No, not just touching her, massaging her, seducing her with his every touch. How long had she dreamed of this moment, of his hands on her skin, sliding up her legs, finger tips pressing higher and higher and-

She bit down on a surprised squeak as something brushed across her folds.

David slowly brushed his thumb along her folds, tracing them through the swimsuit, feeling the heat and wetness burning there. Somewhere deep, deep down, the moral man he’d been was desperately trying to drag his hand away. Screaming that this was wrong, that they needed to stop, but he couldn’t resist. All her sexy little moans were driving him crazy.

Cassandra didn’t object, nor did she move at all. She lay still beneath him, trembling as goose flesh rose up and down her legs, her breath coming hot and ragged as he stoked the liquid heat throbbing in her core.

This wasn’t the sweet and innocent girl he’d known and watched playing with dolls, pretending to be a Disney princess. That child was gone. She was a woman now. A lush and beautiful creature, with all a woman’s primitive hungers and needs.

She needed him.

And he was happy to oblige, gently pressing down, rubbing the pad of his thumb around her, feeling the heat burn. His fingers traced along the line of her thong, teasing around the fabric. His fingers caressed along her inner thighs before pushing beneath her suit into lush heat, making her gasp and roll her hips against him, inclining back and opening herself completely to his invading digits. 

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “This is a very bad idea.”

“No!” she sobbed in protest, squeezing her eyes shut against the rush of tingling pleasure as his finger curled to stroke the spot. “Please I’ve wanted this for so long, Mr Street- oh!” Her breath caught when his thumb strummed her covered clit, making her writhe beneath him. “I-I-I won’t tell anyone... please, I’ll be... such a good girl for you... I’ll never tell a soul... please...”

“Good, because even if I wanted to, I can’t stop now,” he promised, withdrawing the finger from her heat and offering it to her, teasing the pad across her soft pink lips. Obediently Cassandra opened and her pink tongue flicked out, tentatively tasting the cream coating the digit. She drew him in and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it clean.

It was such an erotic display. If he were a younger man, he might have succumbed to his lust right there.

Age had its compensations.

Instead, he dipped his head and laid a feather soft kiss atop the nape of her neck. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture given their current position and she gasped a soft breathy moan as he did it again, and again, trailing kisses down her back. Slowly. So slowly. Slow enough to make her wriggle beneath him as the heated tension inside her wound in ever tighter knots with each flutter of his tongue. And as he kissed down the soft curve of her lower back, his fingers hooked under the strings of her bikini bottoms and dragged them down her legs.

The heady perfume of her desire rose up to greet him, invading his senses, making his mouth water. With his cock straining against its bonds, growing evermore uncomfortable by the second, he pulled back to admire his handiwork. “You’re so beautiful.”

It was the first time anyone had ever said that to her. Cassandra felt her skin burn with a heat that had nothing to do with the desire throbbing inside her.  “No, please don’t stare at me like that...”

“But I want to,” he growled, raising one hand to gently caress the ever so slightly rounded swells of her derriere, marvelling at the silky softness of her skin. God she was just so perfect. Her ex must have been mad to even consider breaking up with her.

Shifting his hands ever so slightly, cupping the perfect handfuls of her cheeks, he spread them just enough to reveal the crinkled flesh of her rosebud and the slick swollen folds below. “Mmm... you’re so wet, you naughty girl.”

“Oh god, no please, this is so embarrassing, I can’t help-oh!” Her voice left her in a gasp when the tip of his tongue swirled around her pucker, sweeping and flitting and driving her wild. “No... please... not there... that’s so... dirty...”

“Yeah, and you like it, don’t you?” He switched tact, his hands drawing her to him while tonguing her tight little rosebud.

“Yes!” she sobbed, her back arching even as the world melted down to just the illicit feeling of his slick tongue driving through her sphincter to feast on her little asshole.

God she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this. And she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Though no virgin, Cassandra had never let anyone play with her butt. She’d just never been able to see how anyone could draw any pleasure from doing such things, but with Mr Street, it all just clicked. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him, and her body knew it, relished it. Her body demanded it.

“Yeah, good girl...” he purred against her pucker, smirking inwardly as it made her shiver, working his tongue in and out against the clutch of her hole. “What do you want?”

“W-what? Oh... oh god...please... I-I-wait!” Panic flaring at the feeling of his tongue leaving her, she threw a look back over her shoulder to see him smirking back at her. “Don’t... don’t stop... please...”

With eyes dark and gleaming with a savage hunger, he seductively licked the taste of her from his lips. “Mmm... you’ve got such a tasty ass Cassandra, I could eat it for days...”

“No, don’t say that...” She’d never heard Mr Street talk like that before. She liked it. His crude words sent sensations tingling through her, hardening her nipples to tight points that ached to be sucked, before he rushed downwards once more.

“Then tell me what you want,” he purred, bending down to touch his lips to her hole in a soft butterfly kiss. Then, slowly kneading the lush curves of her derriere, spreading them wide, he gave the flesh between a long languorous lick. “Go on you dirty girl, give yourself over to your desires. Tell me the things you think about while playing with your pretty pink pussy. What naughty fantasies bring you to that hot sticky end...”

“I can’t... please... it’s embarrassing.” She couldn’t keep from panting now. Her heart pounded harder as he repeated the slow lick again, and again. Each one a little longer than the last and she couldn’t resist wriggling her hips back at him as the tip of his wicked tongue neared the font of her heat throbbing between her legs. A deliciously naughty jolt zipped straight through her centre.

She didn’t know how much longer she’d last if he kept this up. Why did it have to feel so good?

And then...

“If you say so...” The husky rasp of his voice tingled against her inner thighs, making her shudder and whimper. Then he dragged his tongue down her sex, through her swollen folds to flutter over her clit. Sweeping and swirling, stirring her lower belly into a wet, throbbing blaze.

Cassandra couldn’t stand it.

“Oh... oh god... no... please... don’t make me say it... I... I...” Back bowing, she squeezed her eyes shut against the storm, but it wasn’t enough. She was shaking, her climax building.

“Tell me, Cassandra.”

That voice. The way it commanded her name, ordering her to obey. She was powerless to resist as he thrust his tongue deep inside her lush creamy centre, pushing her over the edge and licking her through her release. Each sweep of his tongue prolonged the waves crashing over her, pushing her higher and higher, until the words flew from her in a gasp... “Fuck me, Mr Street!”