My Boyfriend's Father novel Chapter 9

Richard shoved the blankets off his legs with a frustrated groan. Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand only made him groan louder. 2:17. Why in the hell was he having such a hard time sleeping? The rest of their night had been quite a bit like their day, they all enjoyed the pool or laid around in the chaise lounge chairs, savored an excellent steak dinner, even if he did say so himself, emptied a bottle of wine and started in on his bottle of scotch. Even Justin managed to be sociable, much to Richard’s surprise, even being playful with Valerie, which was something Richard didn’t expect to see from his son. Not straitlaced Justin.

Shaking his head, Richard reached for his water bottle on the nightstand only to find it empty. Well, this night—or rather, morning—just gets better and better.

With a low growl, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and shoved himself to his feet. On his way out of the room, he tossed the water bottle into the small trash can by his door and grabbed his robe from the hook, slipping it over his nude body. He rarely wore the robe, since he had been living the life of a bachelor for the past few months, but now figured better safer than sorry. He didn’t bother tying it, though, assuming no one in the house struggled sleeping the way he did, and the darkness belonged to him. One of the joys of youth. After jerking the door open, he stepped out into the hall for another bottle of water.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, yawning again as he descended the steps. The house was quiet, just as quiet as it had been for a while, and as he walked, he forgot about the others in the house for the time being. He had gotten used to being alone in the giant ranch-style home, walking around nude most of the time, skinny dipping in his pool, sunbathing in the nude. He intended on taking full advantage again of the nudist lifestyle tomorrow, while the kids were out and about. There was just something about the way the air felt against bare flesh he enjoyed, not being so encumbered with material. He laughed as he reached the bottom of the stairs. I sound like a young kid, rather than a professional old man. With a quick shake of his head, he headed for the kitchen.

After opening the fridge, he pulled out a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and stood there drinking half of it. When he finished, he took a deep breath, reached in and grabbed a second bottle, and closed the fridge door. Moving over to the kitchen sink and setting the second bottle of water on the counter, he glanced out at the backyard, staring into the darkness, remembering the day out by the pool, picturing Valerie walking around in her skimpy bathing suit, her ass almost bare, her luscious tits straining against her bikini top. The images in his mind alone were enough to harden his cock, and he felt it growing as he stood there, one hand on his water bottle and the other bracing himself on the edge of the sink. God, she looked hot as hell, her slender frame ready to be bent over the side of the pool and just taken, his cock plunging into her, spearing her young cunt. He groaned as he downed the rest of his first bottle of water, his cock throbbing from where it poked out of his open robe. With a sigh, he set the empty bottle in the sink and reached for the other one, turning as he fell back on the counter.

“Oh, Mr. Pressman,” Valerie said as she stood there, her gaze riveted to his hard cock. “I, uh, didn’t know anyone was awake.” She still hadn’t looked up from his hard shaft.

Richard jerked, yanking his robe closed and almost spilling his water all over the floor. “Val, I’m so sorry. I thought everyone was asleep. Still no excuse to go prancing about with my, uh, well…not covered. I’m sorry.”