BANG BANG BANG!

Sydney slams her fist against her front door, hoping somehow if she knocks hard and loud enough, the door will unlock itself. It's no use, though. She's stuck outside late at night in the pouring rain, forced to reckon with her own decision to run outside without any shoes or an umbrella, and notably without her keys, all just in an effort to check the mailbox for an Amazon package. How could she have possibly known the roaring wind would slam the door shut behind her?

BANG BANG BANG!

One more last-ditch effort to try and summon some imaginary roommate that doesn't exist to come open the door. Accepting her fate, she sits down, back to the wall next to her door, contemplating what to do next. However, a few seconds later she hears the sound of a door opening. She whips her head around to look at her front door, but it hasn't changed. That's when a familiar voice chirps out from the house next door, "Is everything all right out there?" Her longtime neighbor appears on his porch holding an umbrella, spotting the now fully drenched Sydney sitting in the rain.

"Oh, hey Mr. Scott," Sydney says with a little stutter in her voice from the cold.I locked myself out on accident."

"That's terrible; you'd get hypothermia if you stayed out here." Mr. Scott gives a waiving welcome gesture. "Come on over. You can come inside and dry off over here."

Sydney jumps up to her feet and rushes over to his porch. "Is it ok if I walk in all wet? I don't want to mess up your floors," she asks concerningly.

"No no, come on in. I'll grab you a towel." He rushes off to grab one from a closet as Sydney stands there, still shivering and dripping on the hardwood floor in his living room. He comes back a minute later and hands her the towel. He tries to look away as his neighbor of 18 years does her best to dry off her clothes and body, but he can't stop watching. He watched Sydney learn how to ride a bicycle as a kid and now her cold hard nipples are staring at him in the eye like bright headlights. Time seems to slow down as she pulls the towel up and down across her body, clinging to her white tank top and her sheer leggings. As she lifts her arms up to use the towel on her hair, Mr. Scott makes out the pink lace thong under Sydney's leggings. This is way too much for him. He turns around and his eyes jot around his wall and ceiling like he's never seen the paintings and pictures that have been there for a decade. He feels a tap on his bicep.

"Here you go. I did all I could, but I don't think I'm getting any less wet." Sydney holds out the used towel. She's no longer dripping on the floors, but her hair and clothes are still practically soaking.

As he grabs the towel, an idea enters his head: "Oh, actually you can probably borrow some of my daughter Sarah's old clothes. You know, get into something fully dry. How's that sound?" he asks nervously, awaiting an answer.

"That's a really smart idea, Mr. Scott. Thank you!" Sydney exclaims with a smile on her face.

"I'll show you the way to her closet then." He starts leading Sydney through the house. "Oh, and you can just call me Jack. We're both adults now; no need for the 'Mr. Scott' anymore," he explains as he arrives at his daughter's old room. Sarah had moved away to college a few years ago, but she left most of her stuff behind. The pink fluffy bedsheets were still covered with plushies, and the walls still filled with posters of movies and cute movie stars. "Feel free to grab anything from the closet or dressers," Jack points to the far corner. "I'll give you some privacy and let you change into them." As he walks to exit and close the door behind him, he hears Sydney shout out, "Thanks... Jack!" followed by a small giggle, probably from the slight embarrassment of calling him by his first name.

A few minutes pass by as Jack sits on his couch watching TV. He hears the bedroom door open, followed by footsteps as Sydney walks out into the living room wearing an old cheerleading crop top and grey sweatpants. Her wet brown hair and tanned skin are adding as much to the outfit as the clothes she put on. She walks in nervously before sitting across the room from Jack. "I hope it's not too much of a bother borrowing the clothes and staying over."

Jack's eyes roam all over Sydney's body, inspecting each and every inch of her in his daughter's old clothes. He notices a sliver of a pink lace bra peeking out of the crop top and a small bit of match pink lace panties peeking out of the waistband of the sweatpants. Wow, she even put on Sarah's old underwear. He snaps out of the brief trance after probably very obviously staring at Sydney. "Oh, don't worry about it. You're never a bother. Besides, it's been a bit quiet around the house since Sarah went to college, and my wife went on that work trip a few weeks ago. It's nice to have some company," he says, flashing a welcoming smile her way. Jack glances back over at the TV to realize there's been a quite graphic sex scene on with the volume just loud enough to be noticeable. He scrambles to find and grab the remote before frantically turning the TV off.

Sydney looks over at Jack, whose face is bright red with embarrassment. She lets out another giggle, "You don't have to worry, it's not a big deal. I've already seen that episode anyway." She sends a wink his way. "Besides, we're both adults now." She adjusts in her chair, bringing her knees up to her chest and slouching into the armrest. A quite noticeable camel toe now flashing Jack in the eyes like a laser pointer. "Did you want to put something else on the TV?" Sydney asks with sincerity.

Jack's eyes lock onto the outline of her pussy lips through her sweatpants. It's been weeks since he's had sex, much less seen anyone's vagina, and the allure hypnotizes him into a frozen state until Sydney's foot moves and blocks the view. He snaps back into consciousness.

"Oh, yeah. You can pick something you like." Jack scoots down to the other end of the couch, now sitting a few feet from Sydney, and hands her the remote. As she turns the TV back on and scrolls through the thousands of options, Jack again falls into the hypnosis of Sydney's pussy outline, as the sight of it is no longer blocked from his new point of view.

"How about this?" Sydney hovers over an R-rated romance movie. A few seconds go by without an answer from Jack, she turns her head and looks in his direction. She traces a line following his eyes and sees that he's staring down at her thighs. Looking down at herself now, she notices the camel toe. She quickly adjusts the way she's sitting again, now sitting with her butt on her heels. "Sorry about that." Another giggle comes out. "These panties I borrowed are kind of tight. I guess I can't hide any secrets in these."

Jack doesn't snap out of the hypnosis this time, though. His eyes are still locked on the crotch area of Sydney, hoping to sneak a glance if she moves a little, or maybe even the 1 in a trillion chance of developing x-ray vision on the spot.

Without any sort of response from Jack, Sydney chirps up again, "Did I offend you or something? I'm sorry if I did. I didn't mean to intrude on your space or anything." Sydney gets up out of the chair and moves over to sit next to Jack on the couch on his left, resting her right hand on his upper left thigh. "I can leave if you need me to." As she finishes talking, she feels something move under her hand. As she feels the movement, Jack puts his hand on top of hers.

"I want you to stay here forever." He gently lifts her hand and moves it slightly over to the right. That "movement" she felt before is now throbbing underneath her palm in the form of a rock-hard erect cock. Without even moving her hand or fingers, she can feel that it is long and especially thick. Her fingers curl down and wrap around his cock through his pants. Her thumb extends to find the end of his dick, rubbing it in small circles when she finds it.

"I guess I didn't offend you," Sydney whispers in a soft voice as she continues to feel around the outside of Jack's pants. She pauses for a moment to reach over and unzip his pants, revealing a more obvious outline of his thick, hung cock along with a nickel-sized damp spot on his underwear. Sydney whisper-moans into his ear, "I guess you were staring at me for quite a while, from the looks of it." Her hands migrate back onto his bulge, resuming the circular rubbing of his tip. She can hear faint moans under his breath.

"Sydney, you can't tell anyone this ever happened!" Jack struggles to get out the words through the moaning and deep breaths.

"Don't worry about it. It can be our little secret," Sydney whisper-moans into Jack's ear. She reaches her right hand under the waistband of his underwear. Starting from the tip, she feels the whole length of Jack's cock, slowly moving her hand down, eventually ending at the balls. She gives them a little squeeze. "Just think of this as a thank you for taking care of me tonight."

"Sydney, I'm serious," Jack stutters again as her hand comes back up to the tip. "If my wife or Sarah ever found out, my life would be ruined!"

Sydney takes her hand out of his underwear, leaving the underwear still on. She straddles Jack on the couch, facing him, her puffy pussy lips resting right on his bulge, her thighs on either side of his. She leans forward, her face less than an inch in front of Jack's face. She locks eye contact. Jack can feel her warm breath on his upper lip when she whispers, "Am I worth the risk of ruining your life?"

Jack's mind goes blank. All reason goes out the window. He picks her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. Both of their tongues fight for control in each other's mouths as Jack carries her into the room Sydney just changed in. Sydney gets thrown against the bed, lying among a sea of stuffed animals. She stares upwards as Jack rips his clothes off, leaving just his precum-soaked boxer-briefs on. He leaps on top of Sydney, resuming the aggressive and primal make-out session. His right hand dives into Sydney's pants, rubbing up and down Sydney's slit before resting on her clit. His muscular fingers tease it through the pink lace thong his daughter used to wear.

"I bet you like it when I rub it like that, Sarah," Jack moans through gaps in the kissing.

"What did you call me?" Sydney questions flirtatiously.

Jack realizes his mistake. "Oh fuck, I mean, Sydney." He pauses all his actions and stands back up, away from the bed. "It's just the clothes and the room and..."

Sydney stares at Jack unbothered. "I don't mind if you think of someone else, no judgement here," she says, with a wink at the end. She sits up and crawls over to the end of the bed, sitting on the edge. She gestures for Jack to walk back over to her with her finger, grabbing and massaging his bulge once he does.

"No, you don't understand; I just misspoke," Jack pleads his case. "It's nothing like that."

Sydney pulls down Jack's underwear enough to reveal his rock-hard cock. She brings her tongue down to the bottom of his shaft and runs it along the bottom side of his dick. Once ending at the tip, she looks up and makes eye contact with Jack. "You sure it's nothing like that?" She slowly strokes it with her left hand as she talks. "Why are we doing it in this room then?"

Jack's face is red as a tomato. Maybe she is right, though. There's something special and unique about the old cheerleading clothes that is turning him on. "Umm, well, I just felt weird going to me and my wife's room," Jack comes up with a weak excuse.

Sydney keeps gently stroking Jack's cock. "If you wanna close your eyes and pretend these lips are 'someone else's,'" Sydney glances over and motions towards a picture of Sarah on the wall, "you are more than welcome to." She wastes no time and penetrates her tight, pressed lips and instantly takes the whole length of his 8-inch cock down her throat.

"Oh fuck," Jack moans, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat with no gag reflex. His hand instinctively grabs the back of her head, holding it down for 10 long seconds before letting go as Sydney comes up for air. After a deep breath, she goes right back to stuffing her mouth with his cock, this time with a nice, relaxed, slow tempo. Up, and down. Up, and down. Every few strokes she'll stop at the tip and swirl her tongue around, making Jack breathe like he touched a hot stove.

Sydney pauses for a brief moment, bringing her hands up to her crop top to take it off but she's stopped by Jack before she can pull it over her head.

"How about we keep that one on?" Jack helps Sydney pull the crop top back down over her bra, immediately followed by a dominant shove on her shoulders. Her back slams against the mattress, laying her down with her legs still hanging off the bed. Jack bends over, picks up Sydney by the hips, and in one clean swipe he yanks off her sweatpants, leaving the pink lace thong still on.

Jack proceeds to place her thighs on top of his shoulders, picking up her bottom half and sliding her back on the bed until her head is back on the pillows. Jack drops his underwear on the floor before crawling on top of Sydney. Her bent knees hug his hip as he passionately kisses and sucks her neck. A small bite from Jack causes her to flinch a little and give he a squeeze from her legs. His mouth slowly migrates down her body from her neck. First her shoulders, which were exposed enough even with the crop top and bra still on. Next, soft kisses down the outside of her arms followed by one long lick from her wrist all the way up to her armpit.

Both of their impatience gets the better of them. Sydney grabs a fistful of his dark hair and shoves his head down toward that pink lace thong. He does nothing to object, instantly pulling the thong to the side and diving headfirst into her pink, tight, and bald pussy. His lips encompass her clit as he sucks and licks. He can hear her cute and soft moans as he does. Migrating downwards again, he penetrates her pussy with his tongue, getting a wonderful taste of her juicy and wet cunt. He ping-pongs between her clit and hole, hearing her moans get louder and sexier, less and less cute with each one. Feeling ambitious, he goes even farther south and rims her asshole. This elicits the loudest moan so far as Sydney sandwiches his head with her thighs, trapping him to keep pleasing her ass.

While he keeps rimming her asshole, Jack's hands roam up Sydney's body, eventually reaching her tits, still covered by bra and crop top. He sneaks underneath the crop top and cops a feel of her modest but perky breasts. His eyes closed as he eats out her ass, but his mind can't stop imagining the old cheerleader crop top his hands are groping underneath.

As soon as Sydney releases the clamp on his head with her thighs, Jack leaps up towards her chest. He yanks the crop top and bra up towards her neck, revealing the perky tits he'd been groping and he immediately goes to suckle on her pink nipples. "Mmm, Sarah," he moans through the nipple sucking.

"Just like that, Daddy," Sydney reassures, rubbing the back of his head. "I want you to fuck me Daddy!" she whispers in her soft, cute voice. "I'm nice and wet for you."

Sydney gently pulls his head off her tits, grabbing him by the back of the hair. As he leans back up, her ankles rest on his collarbone. They both lock eyes with each other as Jack rubs his tip up and down Sydney's pussy. His precum, her pussy juices, and his saliva mixing, almost being stirred by his cock. Still with their eyes locked, Jack slowly penetrates Sydney's tight and wet pussy, watching her face squint as his thick cock fills her up. He gently stretches her out, 2 inches in, 1 inch out. 2 inches in, 1 inch out. He repeats this until he bottoms out, his balls resting on Sydney's moist asshole. Her face is scrunched up as she holds her breath. He watches her face turn to pleasure as he slowly pulls out. "You like how that feels, my little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy, keep going." Sydney looks up with an eager smile. She brings her legs down from his shoulders, spreading them wide and back, almost bringing her knees against her sides.

Jack places his hands on her thighs and lowers his whole body towards hers as he yet again fills her pussy with the full length of his cock. This time he ends up face to face, their lips only an inch...