Hot Dad Next Door (Temptation Next Door)

Yet even as far as I was from the big city, my mind was plagued with images of Dylan. Everywhere I went I thought of him. Everytime I sat down at the old café near the farm I imagined sipping coffee with him. His ghost lingered around me and I couldn’t get rid of it.

So I did what any girl in my position would do.

I went to a bar and hoped I could flirt my way out of my sorrows. Only some random man could help me forget about him now.

This down south there weren’t that many places to go but on a Friday night, I did manage to stumble on a place called The Howling Barn. The name alone made me think of wild drunk cowboys and slutty-looking waitresses wearing Daisy Dukes shorts and pigtails.

When I stepped inside, I was surprised to find it was a lot better than what I had expected. Instead of a dirty old bar, I found it pretty decent with a few pool tables, some dart-boards and a live band playing some hard-rocking country music. With dim lights and the smell of beer in the air I kind of felt at home right here.

I walked over to the bartender and hollered at him with a little wink. The guy came strolling over with a big smile. I smiled back and asked, “What can a girl get to drink around here?”

“You new here?” he asked. “I reckon you’re a city gal, ain’t ya? Well, I got something here just right for you: draft beer made by the Colburn boys down by the river. It’s a little strong but I bet you can take it.”

I smiled and handed him my card, “Let’s see what you’ve got. Hit me with a nice chilled glass.”

“Coming right at you,” he told me as he moved to get me my drink. As he did a man moved in to stand by my side.

The newcomer was pretty tall, maybe a good six-foot-one or so, and wore tight blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. He even had a big cowboy hat to complete the look. He was pretty lean-looking and had this dirty, ragged beard on his face. When I looked up to meet his gaze I saw he had a pair of light blue eyes, as pretty as a sky on a sunny day.

He was actually pretty handsome. Maybe a little younger than Dylan but he still had some grit to him.

“Well howdy,” he greeted in such a cowboy manner it was so cliché it made me giggle. “What’s a fine gal like you doin’ in a dump like this?”

I smiled and answered, “Looking for something new to try. I just moved back here.”

“So you’re from here?”

“Well, originally,” I replied just as the bartender came back with my drink. I took it and took a sip. It was really good but also really strong. “Wow, that’s good. Mmm, I haven’t been here in like seven years or so though.”

The man gulped down his own drink and said, “I’ve been here and there myself, working as a truck driver and musician, you know? There’s no place like home though and look at my luck: I decided to stay here for good after spending two years on the road and here you come by like it was destiny.”

“What makes you say that?” I asked in a low, sultry voice.

“How can a guy like me resist a beauty like you?” he was toying with me and to be honest, I enjoyed it. At least I could feel that I was important to someone.

I stepped in closer and began to naughtily trace my finger on his chest, hoping he’d bite the bait, “Do you like tight little petite girls?”

He leaned in and gave my ear a soft nibble, one that sent chills down my spine and made me coo and whisper a ghost of a moan. He then whispered, “Of course I do, baby. Little girls like you are so tight I might just spill my load with my first thrust into you.”

I pushed in even closer and now my tits were pressing up against his body. He responded in kind, lifting his knee ever so slightly to rub it against the soft plush of my pussy. I gently pushed my hips forward, riding his knee with an erotic swing. It felt even better whenever I could apply pressure up against my clit and in those moments I was so tempted to just grab him and drag him to the bathroom so we could fuck our brains out.

“Oh, ahhh fuck,” I moaned into his ear just as he wrapped me in his arms. “Baby come on, tease me some more. What else would you do if you had me, huh? What would you do if you could keep me for a night?”

“Oh Babe I could list down a million ideas in a notebook of the different ways I’d make love to you,” he explained. “I’d fuck you slowly, make you feel all comfortable and wet, and then I’d push you down on the floor and bang you like a bitch. I’m gonna pull your hair and smack your cute little ass before I pound in you all doggy.”

Almost instantly, the connection between us snapped and died. It wasn’t even really his fault. It was just that a diary of naughty ideas was exactly how I got entangled with Dylan in the first place. He was the one and only one I loved, and what the hell was I doing now? With someone I didn’t even care about?

“I-I’m sorry,” I tried to soften the blow as I told him to leave me alone. “I just don’t think I’m the girl you’re looking for.”

Before he could even press further, I took my bottle and walked away. I headed to a different corner of the bar, one where it was dark and I could sulk in my misery. It was a good thing though that the drink was good. I had that to comfort me at least.

“Wow, that was fucking stupid,” I told myself. I just ditched one hot guy because of my stupid brain. I had to shut it off and stop reminiscing about Dylan! It was just impossible that we’d ever meet again!

I needed to move on. I needed to stop thinking about Dylan’s gaze. Ugh! I wanted to pull my hair out! I wanted – no, I needed – to fuck a guy tonight. I was going insane. Dylan had essentially turned me into this craving sex addict but without him, I had nothing and no one to satisfy myself with.

There had to be a way. Heck, I was getting fucking desperate for something. Maybe it was time to just call it a night, get drunk at home and watch porn so I could finger my pussy while daydreaming of all the handsome guys shoving their cocks my way.

I took out my phone and stared at the naughty text messages Dylan and I had. Our conversations would always start out business-related but would quickly shift to sex. Shit, just looking at these messages was turning me on. All I could think of now were the moments I had with him.