My dad’s 45 year old best friend gave me my first rimjob

It’s my fathers birthday cookout at our house. Dad’s out back flipping steaks, music playing, family everywhere. I’m in tiny denim shorts and a crop top helping carry stuff from the garage fridge.

His best friend since college (45, tall, blue eyes, always in fitted tees) follows me in to “grab more beer.” Door shuts behind us, cooler humming.

I seduce him with a stare. He doesn’t go for the beer but straight for me.

Pushes me gently against the workbench, kisses my neck once, then drops to his knees without a word. I’m already breathing hard when he spins me, bends me over the tool bench, yanks my shorts and thong down in one motion.

Cool garage air hits me, then his warm hands spreading my cheeks. I feel his breath first, hot against my skin, then his tongue, flat and wet, dragging slow from my pussy all the way up to my tight hole.

I gasp so loud I have to bite my own arm.

He groans like he’s starving, circles my ass slow, teasing, then presses the tip of his tongue inside. I’ve never felt anything like it, electric, filthy, perfect. He licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue while I grip the edge of the bench, legs shaking, trying not to moan loud enough for the backyard to hear.

Dad yells from the patio: “Beers coming or what?”

He answers calm, never stopping the slow circles on my ass: “Thirty seconds, man!”

Then he stands, presses his hard dick (still in his jeans) against me, grinds once, whispers against my ear:

“when your dad’s golfing, I’m spending hours back here.”

Pulls my shorts up, smacks my ass, grabs the beers, and walks out like nothing happened.

I stayed bent over the bench another full minute, dripping, heart pounding, ass still tingling from his tongue.

Dad never knew why I was so flushed the rest of the night.

That golf trip is tomorrow.