Robert Jones was a typical 40ish father, actually step-father of one. Last Christmas vacation, his step daughter, Randi, was home from school, and had managed to plug her phone into her father's charger. That's where the problems all started.
He was walking through the house around 10PM when what he thought was his phone lit up with a text. "Major plumbing problems, the front door will be unlocked, I am upstairs in the bathroom."
The name on the text was Barry which was the last name of their dear friends June and her step-daughter Robin. They lived about a mile away.
With visions of flooding, he dressed in a hurry, jumped in the car and headed over there--through the front door, up the stairs, and he just about lost it. 18 Year old Robin was buck naked, well not quite naked, she was covered in mud (some sort of iron man competition), standing in the tub, trying to get it to drain. Also, she was obviously drunk as Cooter Brown.
She was doing her best to cover up, and he was stammering and backing up doing his best to get the hell out of there, when she fell. She wasn't really hurt, but she was shaken up, and, really drunk. He considered just leaving, but then realized how guilty he would feel if she really hurt herself.
Also, she was saying over and over again, "crap, crap, crap, I gotta get out of here before mom gets home, and I'm grounded for the rest of my life." For almost the same reason, he wanted out as well.
When Robin realized that Rob and not Randi had come to her rescue, she wanted to die. Of course, she'd been naked with boys before, she'd even done "it" a few times, but this was totally different. A fully grown man, her good friend's father, could see just about every inch of her.
In the bright light of the bathroom, nothing was hidden. She wanted to cover up, but she needed a hand to hold herself steady in her drunken state, and at least 2 hands to cover with. She tried to cover up anyway, and fell; her legs ended up splayed out, and now he really could see everything.
Rob knew that he was stuck, that he couldn't leave her in this condition, and the only way out was to get her cleaned up, and put to bed. The tub was easy; in her drunkenness, she had clogged the drain with a wash cloth. Rob got the drain open, grabbed her by her arms, stood her up into the shower spray, hoping that this would get her clean.
The mud was actually a mixture of dirt and clay, and wasn't going to come off that easily. He found a washcloth, handed it to her, and turned his back. When he asked about her progress, all he got was a giggle. He turned around to check and learned that she hadn't made any progress at all. It became obvious that nothing was going to happen without his help.
She was very unsteady on her feet so he turned her so that she was facing away, and guided her hands to the towel rack. With her legs spread apart, she almost looked as if she'd been tied up. Using his hands and fingers, he gently washed her hair. When her hair was completed, he turned her around and had her grasp shower curtain rod. Of course, by then, his erection was painful.
Even in her drunken state, it was not lost on Robin that she must be presenting a real view to him; she was almost spread eagled, and she could almost imagine that she was tied up. When he started washing her hair, it was the most wonderful feeling, it reminded her of when she was a little girl, being given a bath by her father. The feeling of nastiness for being on display, and the feelings of comfort caused by being cared for, met in the middle in some sort of weird jumble.
When Rob tried to start on her face, he couldn't see it because she was looking down. He had to grab her chin, and pick her head up. Warning her to keep her eyes closed, with one had under her chin, and one hand using the wash cloth, he proceeded to wash her face, neck, and shoulders.
When her turned her around, and they were face to face, Robin was so embarrassed that she just hung her head. When he lifted her chin, she couldn't look, so she closed her eyes. When he reminded her to keep her eyes closed while he washed her face, she almost laughed. She was too embarrassed to open her eyes. When he started washing her neck and shoulders, especially with her eyes closed, she could imagine that she was a little girl again.
With her facing him, the obvious next step was her chest and that chest had headlights. He just wasn't ready for that yet, so her turned her back around and started on her back. Somewhere in the process, he had dropped the washcloth, so he just started to use his hands.
When he got to her ass, it was obvious that she'd managed to get mud all the way up in the crack. He couldn't help but wonder if this had been naked mud wrestling.
Using his hands, he soaped and scrubbed the mud away from those wonderful twin globes. There was still mud all the way in her crack, and the only way to get it out was to go scrub it out. He soaped up his hands, and very tentatively began to wash, going deeper and deeper.
The first time that his finger brushed across her anus, he wanted desperately to massage it, but he knew that he would regret it if he did. He also thought that he heard a slight moan, but that might have been his imagination.
Robin loved it when he was washing her back; it felt great, and it was safe territory. When he got to her ass, it was not safe territory, but it still felt pretty good. When he started into her ass crack, is was very dangerous territory, and she wanted to jump out of her skin. Then one of his fingers trailed innocently across her anus, and she let out an involuntary moan.
By the time that Rob had completely washed and rinsed her ass crack, his fingers had brushed over her starfish several times, and he was pretty certain that she was getting off on it. He kept reminding himself that this was the 18 year old friend of his daughter, she was too drunk to consent, and his conduct needed to be beyond reproach. He just wished that his dick agreed.
By the time that her ass was clean, Robin was in a serious state of arousal. Rob had made contact with her anus at least a half dozen times, and it really had her motor running. What she really wanted to do, was bend over, and grant him full access.
Rob reluctantly left her ass, and started washing her legs. They also had mud all the way to the top, so it was inevitable that when he was washing her upper thighs, that his hands would come into contact with her pussy. With all the mud and clay, he couldn't be certain, but it seemed to him like that was a little extra slipperiness down there.
Robin was disappointed when he started down her legs; she wanted some more of that delicious ass play. Actually, she didn't know what to call it, but it sure felt good, and she wanted it to continue. When he was washing her upper thighs, and his hands came into contact with her slit, she didn't know what to do. Now she wanted him to hang around there and rub as well.
Rob turned her around so she was once again facing him, and started on her front. When he got to her breasts, they were wonderful, and she had THOs from hell. As he was washing, he really wanted to pinch and suckle those beauties, but he just moved South.
Robin had done "it" before, but that was with teenage boys who were too busy grabbing things to take the time to properly make love to her breasts. Rob's gentle massage with soap just kept her motor running at top speed.
There was no way to get the mud out of her pussy without simply getting in there with soap and water. He considered asking her if she wanted to do it herself, but one look told him that she wasn't up to the task, so he soaped up his hands, and dove in, so to speak.
Now he was certain that she was lubricating, lubricating a lot. Again, he had all these mixed emotions about whether he should try something. His dick was shouting loudly for attention. But he held himself in check. With her unsteadiness, Rob wasn't certain, but he thought that he detected an orgasm.
When his hands got "down there," Robin almost fainted. She didn't, but she did have a massive orgasm which she tried to hide.
When she was all cleaned and rinsed, Rob grabbed a towel, and started to dry. When he got to her ass, he had to open her cheeks so that he could try between them, and when he dried her front, he again thought that he detected an orgasm.
When Rob spread her cheeks, it was clear to Robin that he could actually see her starfish. All she could think was "Oh, holy shit!" When the towel dried across her anus, she wanted to dance. When he dried the front, she had her best orgasm yet.
After Rob dried her off, he tried to put her to bed, but she would have none of that. She needed to get out of the house because she was afraid that her mom would get home, smell the alcohol, and she would be grounded for the rest of her life. Thinking about it, Rob became worried that somehow his name might come up in the process, so he decided that she had a good idea.
She was lying on the bed, totally naked, on her back, and she knew that she should at least keep her legs together, but they had a mind of their own, and she actually spread them apart giving him an even better view.
Robin, still very drunk and very horny, flopped back on the bed, and told Rob where to find her panties. When he tried to put them on, she couldn't help herself, she became a little difficult, uncoordinated, legs flopping around because she wanted him so see her, all of her.
When she decided that he had seen enough, she cooperated. With her panties finally on, they decided on a sun dress and sandals. Somehow, the whole process of dressing her, and all of the touching that was required to do it, just continued the turn on that she had experienced in the tub.
By this time, Rob was unbelievably exasperated, and his dick was about to rip the seams out of his shorts. Later, he would look back, and wonder how he managed to maintain his composure. Of course, when Robin was displaying, he was watching.
In his mind's eye, he could see himself shoving her knees back to her ears, and sinking his tongue into both holes. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how your look at it, his mind's eye was seeing things that just didn't happen.
Rob left her lying on her bed, all covered up, and went and cleaned up the bathroom. When he returned 10 minutes later, Robin's dress was up to her breasts, one hand was pinching her nipples, and the other was shoved into her panties. He desperately needed to get her to her friend's house, and go home for some serious wacking. He actually thought about doing it right there, but he had visions of Robin's mother walking in.
God, he wanted to do something, anything, but he was a gentleman. He got her downstairs, and into his car. Just about the time that he sat down, she flopped over, and put her head in his lap.
She was so fucking horny that she didn't know what to do. She grabbed his hand, and placed in squarely between her legs. Her coochie was covered by her panties but they were soaking wet.
He hesitated for a moment, but this invitation was too good to pass up. He took the hint, moved the gusset aside, and started rubbing her slit.
This felt great to Robin, but his earlier contact with her asshole was seared into her brain, and she wanted more rubbing in the back. Every time that he reached the bottom of her pussy, she jutted her pelvis forward making her asshole available.
It seemed to Rob that she was asking for some anal contact why else would she so forcibly jut her hips forward. Rob was no expert, but as a life-long ass man, he knew that some women were simply not into anal, so he was very hesitant to make a move.
Several times he started to give into his own desire and go exploring, but each time he stifled himself for fear that he was wrong about her desire. Eventually though he just had to try, so he slid his well-lubricated finger back, found her starfish, and started rubbing gently
Robin couldn't believe what she was doing, she was all but "doing" her friend's father, asking him to rub her pussy, and all but begging him to play with her asshole. This was wrong, dirty, nasty, and delicious.
His shorts had legs that were fairly loose, and she wondered if she could reach inside. Not only could she reach inside, she could extract his member, which she did.
She didn't actually have a lot of experience with oral sex, but for some reason, it just seemed right. She tentatively stuck her tongue out and tasted a little drop of pre-cum on the end. She popped his dick into her mouth, and went to work.
Actually, it didn't take long for him to come, and that was OK because under the intense stimulation he was giving to her ass and pussy, she came at about the same time. She had never swallowed before, but she did that night.
She immediately went to sleep, Rob put his equipment away and drove her to her friends house. The one thing that he didn't do was pull her dress back down to cover her up; he wanted every opportunity to sear those images into his brain.
He got her inside her friend's house, and drove home. On the way, he kept wondering if the whole thing had been a dream.
Robin woke the next day, and couldn't decide if it had been real or not, and in the blissful ignorance of youth, and with the help of an alcoholic blackout, she decided that if it was true, then it had been her on again off again boyfriend, Joe. Rob never even crossed her mind.
TO BE CONTINUED
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