Persuading Lily

Life is all about choices and like everyone else, I've made some good ones and some bad. Probably, more good than bad, but I've always been lucky. Lucky in work, money, friends... not quite so lucky with my choices in women.

Petra in university turned out to be a cheating bitch, my first wife taught me the lesson to never trust my cock over my brain when she took me to the cleaners and now my second wife was angling for a pay off to bugger off. Only two women ever meant anything to me; my first love Karen, who I dumped for Petra, so serves me right and who, despite many attempts by me to change her mind, has been resolutely and happily married for over twenty years. That'll teach me.

The other, is my daughter, Amy. She is the love of my life and the only thing I have to thank my first wife for. Beautiful, bright and brilliant, she's everything a woman should be. She glided through puberty, GCSE's, A levels and is now about to (hopefully) take a first at Cambridge. Sadly, she has her Daddy's luck in love, having been dumped by her school, A levels and more recently, Cambridge boyfriends.

Home for easter and choosing to stay with me over her mother has made me a very proud and happy Daddy, even if the house is messy and noisy again, I love it.

One other thing Amy's temporary return has brought is a flurry of friends coming to the house, some from school, some from Uni, all giggling and hormones and between 19 and 23. It's enough to drive a man mad. One in particular stood out; Lily, a friend from secondary school. Awkward, chubby, shy little Lily. I hadn't seen her for... 2 years? 21/2? It's a cliché, but you could have knocked me down with a feather when she came into the house, smiling, blushing and giving me a big hug. It was just as well the hug was brief, or she would have felt my erection spring into action.

Still on the short side, at around 5'2", 5'3", she had lost most of her puppy fat and was now an extraordinarily beautiful girl. True, she wasn't lithe or sporty or slender as some of Amy's other friends, neither was she elegant or pretending to be. Her blonde hair was now a kind of dirty blonde, resting on her shoulders in a uncoordinated sexy mess, no make-up, baggy t-shirt, black jeans, converse... she should not have caught my attention at all, but little Lily all grown up instantly started giving me dirty thoughts.

Dirty thoughts for a dirty blonde.

Once the hug was over, she disappeared into the kitchen, then garden with the rest of the girls and the rest of the day and night was a cacophony of conversation interspersed with shrieking giggles and young, taut limbs flashing across me in the direction of the bathroom, stairs, bedroom, and back to the garden. Every time Lily passed by she caught my eye and smiled warmly.

Now, I'm just a few months off being 50 and had no serious thoughts about this 20 year old smiling beauty being interested in me, shining in her youth and perfection, but a man can dream...

The next morning, with the Mrs gone to the gym (or so she says), Amy shuffled downstairs all hair, yawns and gorgeous red sleepyfaced cheeks, battered slippers at the end of impossibly young legs, long sleeping shirt that has looked like it might fall apart for the past three years, slumping on to a chair and nodding to the offer of coffee, yawning again and rubbing one palm over her eyes, then into her hair.

I poured the coffee to a throaty grunt of approval, then started making her eggs, bacon, mush and tomatoes without asking. I knew she needed it. When the smell of cooking bacon hit her nose, she woke a little and progressed out of sleep and into a monosyllabic speech.

'Smells good' she mumbled.

'How you feeling, sleepy?' I asked. Another grunt was my reply. 'Good time yesterday'.

'Hmm'. Now Amy's hmm's could mean yes, no, maybe, probably, hungry, tired, fuck off, leave me alone... she was a woman, after all, but I took this one as an exhausted yes. Oil on, mush and toms in with the bacon, bread in the toaster, crack one egg, then sweep past her kissing the top of her head to warm a plate under the hot tap.

'Nice to see Lily yesterday'. Another grunt. 'You know, I'm sure you used to be able to speak before university. And from the way you were shouting FUCK HIM last night, I presume you still can'. I glanced over my shoulder and as the redness of sleep faded from her face, a smile replaced it.

'Talking about Tim' she grinned.

'Get away' I replied and she giggled briefly.

'I never liked him' I said, to which she puffed out a sigh.

'You never like any of my boyfriends'.

'That's not true! I liked James'. This time the giggle was shorter and harsher.

'Dad, that was in year five!'

'Yeh, well... you can do better than Tim' I smiled, as I lowered the egg onto the toast and plopped the bacon, mush and toms over the top, just the way she liked it.

'Amen to that' she replied and shoved a tomato into her mouth.

'So... nice to see Lily' I said, dragging her back to my point. Amy hmm-ed and nodded.

'She's off men, too'.

'Oh?' I said, trying to sound nonchalant. 'Why?' The explanation was longer and more detailed than I really needed, but it was nice to sit with her over breakfast.

Two days later, Amy and the Mrs went off on a shopping trip into town. Within ten minutes I received a text from the Mrs asking if Amy's phone was in the house. I had a look around and found it in the kitchen, along with her mug, breakfast plate both unwashed, and tub of dirty laundry sitting beside, rather than in, the basket.

I pinged back it was and then, silence. I put myself to good use as the sun was shining, so got stuck into the garden, weeding, trimming, cutting back and painting the fence. By noon, I was done and by 1, was pouring myself a nice cold beer, when Amy's phone rang.

Lily

Mobile

I felt ridiculously excited. What was wrong with me!? a 49 year old bloke getting a thrill and bomb-bomb-bomb heartbeat of a teenager. Might as well get the most of the thrill, I thought and answered.

'Hello'.

'Oh! I er...' there was a pause, where she clearly checked the number she had called. 'Is that... is that you, Mr West?'

'Sure is. How you doing Lily?' she giggled deliciously in my ear and my cock responded instantly.

'I'm good, thanks, how are you?'

'Better for hearing you' I smarmed and she giggled again, hardening my cock further, stretching the fabric of my shorts.

'Is Amy there?' she asked, her voice an innocent sing-song delight and a thought chimed deep inside me, running from my lascivious brain down to my balls and back. 'I was thinking I could, you know... like come over? Maybe just sit in your garden?' I struggled to contain the growl in my throat and the noise of the blood in my ears.

'I'm sure she'd... love that, Lily. She won't be long' I lied and instantly a small tug of fear started pulling on a thread inside my head. There was a cool! Thanks Mr West! And she hung up.

Now what? I drained my beer, poured a second and began to regret my decision. What was I thinking! Amy and the Mrs wouldn't be back for hours.

I had a second beer, then a third, then a shower and was on my fourth beer when the doorbell rang.

'Shit' mumbled one half my brain.

'YES!' shouted the other half. I went to the door a man-shaped mix of nerves and testosterone throbbing in two different directions, but when I opened the door, everything bar my eyes and cock stopped working. There stood Lily, looking like the most tempting thing ever to walk the earth.

Bright green converse, short black denim shorts, a small white tank-top vest thing and from the look of it, nothing else.

'Hi, Mr West!' she sang and pressed herself against me in a firm hug which ended with a peck on my cheek that almost caused am embarrassing emission. Fuck me, she was hot. She practically danced past me and through the house heading for the kitchen.

'Where's Lily?' she asked sweetly, a mass of smile, eyes, youth and firm young tits pressed at a tank-top that was struggling to do its job.

''Not back yet, sorry Lily' I smiled, the blood in the rest of my body barely enough to keep me walking and talking, so thought was definitely out.

'Oh'.

'Fancy a beer 'til she gets back?' I smiled, the best one I had, opening the fridge. She giggled, a naughty illicit giggle.

'Yeh, sure!' she laughed and I opened her a bottle and passed it to her. The sight of her alone with me in my kitchen as she tipped that bottle to her plump, pink, cocksucking lips was something I will never forget.

We chewed the fat for half an hour or so and although she looked momentarily doubtful when I offered another beer, she took it quickly enough and after her first gulp, I noted a small, tell-tale glow of red just appearing on her beautiful, smooth cheeks. She leant back against the sink as I stood and smiled at her.

The summer sun poured through the kitchen window, turning the room into a warm

haze of yellow light. I girded my throbbing loins and took a step closer towards her, a heavy silence of slight awkwardness hanging between us. She smiled at me and took another gulp of beer, which I mirrored. Then the time came. Now or never. At 20, she had this slightly pouty, sulky vibe that got under my skin. All my life I had loved this look; pouty lips, downcast eyes, that socially awkward shuffle like she didn't quite belong anywhere. But fuck me... her body was a feast. She must have been a size 14, packed full of curves that begged to be grabbed, soft and full, the kind of womanly shape that made my cock harden just looking at her.

The sunlight hit her from the side, warming the swell of her hips hugged by those tight jeans, her tank top clinging to the heavy outline of her tits. The softness of her skin in the sunlight was like a radiance, some angelic lustre which shone from the taut, smooth skin on face showing both her youthful innocence and sensual perfection. The words almost came out of my mouth bypassing my brain.

'Hey, Lily' her face turned, lining her profile in gold, her eyes fixing on mine, wide and virtuous. 'You look so bored right now'. Her sweet, round young face broke into a smile, albeit one which retained that pouty sulk I loved so much.

'Right?' she smiled, that pout deepening, her cheeks flushing slightly under my gaze. She could see something different in my stare, but wasn't quite sure what it was and was reluctant to say so. She was awkward, always had been, it was something I found sweet when she was 16, 17, but now...

I remembered Amy had told me she was single after being recently dumped and looking for a part-time job as she was so broke.

'Amy said you were um... looking for a job?' Her smile faded and she nodded sadly.

'Need the money, Mr West. So broke, right now'.

'I might be able to put something your way' I said, my voice dropping to a low mumble. She placed her phone on the counter top, her gaze all mine, a spark in her eyes when money came up.

Now or never.

I pulled out my wallet from the back of my shorts, removing five twenty pound notes and placing them on the counter beside her phone, then slipping my wallet back into place. Her eyes followed the money determinedly, then frowned at me, her head tipped slightly to an angle that was adorable. Naivety, beauty and confusion in one perfect face.

'How about I make your afternoon interesting?' I growled.

'How?' she asked, her voice flat, eyes wide.

'Take your top off' I managed to spill out. Her mouth dropped open as wide as her eyes. 'Show me those big tits of yours... and this is yours' I finished, tapping the notes with my finger. I heard her breath catch in her throat, eyes flashing from my face to the money and back. Lily bit her lip, that sulky expression twisting into hesitation, arms crossing over her chest like she could hide those gorgeous beauties.

'Mr West! I... I...' she shook her head for a moment, tipping her head back, then fixing my gaze again. 'You... perv' she muttered, her voice low and whiny, but she didn't back away. There was 2-3 feet and almost thirty years between us.

'You need the money, right? Easiest hundred you'll ever earn' I grinned. Now I had crossed the line, I was going all in. I stepped closer until we were just the reach of a hand apart, forcing her to look up to meet my gaze, the move was a confident one and it had an effect.

'You're teasing me' she whispered, her voice thin and delicate. I held her eyes and shook my head.

'A hundred quid. Just take your top off' I whispered. She swallowed, a deep flush appearing on her face, then took another look at the money on the counter.

'Just... tits?' she asked. I nodded. 'For a hundred pounds? That's it?' I nodded again.

'That's it. Come on, Lily. Show me'. The air and silence thickened between us, I was close enough to smell the perfumed shower gel she used on her skin, mixed with the spring breeze lightly blowing in from the garden. My wife could walk in at any moment, my daughter... but this was such a turn on and I was incredibly hard.

Lily shifted, cutely awkward, quickly glancing at the window as if she expected neighbours or visitors to be watching, to peer in.

'No-one can see us' I whispered and her pout softened, just a fraction, as she slowly uncrossed her arms, then reached out to the counter, grabbed the money and slipped it under her phone, then, so exquisitely slowly, she looked down at the floor as her fingers gripped the hem of her tank top, knuckles white, fingers shaking a little. Then paused. She looked up at me, pupils so wide I could barely see the green of her eyes.

'OK' she breathed and it was the horniest word I had ever heard. 'Fine. But no touch, OK? Just look'.

Her voice was a deliciously sulky whisper, almost a whine, but with a sudden sharp breath, she pulled the fabric slowly up. My eyes were so wide they almost ached as I stared at her young tits pushing at the fabric. Her shirt caught on the underside of her tits, and then, with a gorgeous double bounce, her gorgeous tits spilled free. Heavy, full globes, pale skin glowing golden in the sunlight streaming across the counter. Then with a smooth, well-practised motion, she yanked the top over her head and rested it still in her grip on the counter top, displaying herself to me.

My fucking god.

She was incredible. Perfect, dazzling. Any word you can think of, she was it.

Her nipples were stiff, pink and begging for attention, poking from the soft, jiggling flesh. Size 14 perfection, rolls of belly peeking out too, all soft and real, making her look like a woman built for fucking, not some skinny twig.

I gasped in wonder, eyes drinking in her perfection.

I let out a low groan, eyes locked on her beautiful naked tits as they jiggled slightly with her shaky breaths.

'Fuck, Lily... Look at you. You're fucking gorgeous' I breathed and I meant it with every fibre of my body and brain. Lily's blush deepened and she glanced away for a moment, resting one hand on her hip, the other still covering the phone and the money. They were superb; big, soft, made for squeezing.

I edged closer until I could feel the heat from her body even in the warmth of the spring afternoon. Lily froze as I edged closer, her faced turned up to mine, eyes wide and... and what was that? Need? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, she did not pull away. Awkward she might have been, but here in this sunlight, alone with me in my kitchen, she was suddenly aware that she wanted this attention.

Before she could respond, my hands were on those fantastic tits, cupping them, squeezing them.

'Hey, I said...' she began, but I expertly massaged and squeezed her big tits, squishing them together, teasing her nipples, warm and yielding, her skin so smooth, so warm, a flush now appearing above them as I squeezed, thumbs rolling over her nipples, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.

'Wait, wait...' she yelped, but it came out breathy, sulky whine mixing with a moan. Her body shivered against me, those curves pressing into my chest, her awkward stance widening as I kneaded her boobs. I realised she was pushing slightly towards me, responding to my hands and my attention, her nipples hardening under my touch.

I manoeuvred her slightly, rolling her around the island counter until her back was pressed against it, pressing into her back as I pushed closer, my cock throbbing, straining to rub against her thigh. A deep, guttural hum of appreciation crawled from deep inside me as I played with her gorgeous tits and Lily, just stood there, letting me, relishing the sensation and the attention.

'You it that, don't you?' I murmured. 'You like me playing with your body'. Lily's eyes closed for a moment and she shook her head, but said nothing. I lowered my head and covered one nipple with my mouth, sucking greedily, flicking the tip of my tongue over her hard little bullet as Lily moaned with pleasure. I kissed my way across her chest and sucked on the other nipple and Lily shivered and shook even harder, her pout deepening but her hips twitching forward, seeking more.

I slowly dragged my mouth up her chest, into the side of her neck and she moaned loudly, as my hands went back to her breasts, thumbing her bullet nipples.

'No' she breathed, her voice as wet and silky as her pussy was becoming. I reached one hand up into her hair at the back of her neck and held her firmly in place as I pressed my mouth hard against hers. Lily melted into my kiss, her body sagging slightly as she allowed herself to be dominated the moment.

My tongue pushed into her mouth as my finger and thumb tugged gently at her nipple, her tongue dabbing uncertainly back at my firmer stabs into her mouth. I pulled away from her and lifted her breast, lowering my hand onto the other, squeezing her big tits together then releasing them and watching them jiggle and bounce exquisitely.

I pulled my eyes away from her naked breasts, up her flushed neck, past her plump, wet lips and into her eyes, wide and hungry. The sunlight caught the faint sheen of sweat on her cleavage as I looked up, her belly quivering beneath her breasts, fluttering with the sudden need and excitement she had never expected.

I kissed her again, my hands sliding down her naked torso, then onto her hips, pulling her against my hardness as I kissed her. When our lips parted, she stared up at me with an impossibly beguiling gaze.

'It's... not fair,' she whimpered, her voice shaky, but she arched into my touch when I pressed my mouth back against hers, those pouty lips parting. Her awkwardness cracked, revealing the craving exhibitionist, the wanton harlot hiding under her innocent exterior. Her skin prickled, her mouth and body responded to my every touch, the thrill of being naked with this older man, the taboo of it, the nakedness in such a banal domestic setting, the age gap... she was responding, she was wet, I could tell by the way her thighs clenched when I pulled her onto me. I ground my hard cock against her, letting her feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her, how positive and fucking perfect every roll and swell was.

I leaned away slightly, out eyes fixed hard on each other, our breath mingled, our lips wet with each other's kisses. Oh yes, she was kissing me just as hard now as I was kissing her.

'Another hundred if you let me keep going' I breathed and her breath caught again in her throat, exciting her, my hands back on her breasts, pinching her nipples a little harder.

Lily's tongue flashed across her plump, wet lips, her hands trembling against my sides, her sulky swimming eyes half-lidded, her body betraying her hesitation as my hands roamed freer, teasing the edge of her jeans.