The DILF (Sebastian Vettel)

5. The Barbecue (2)

Seb stared at Savannah, trying to get some sort of an idea of what she was thinking. He'd known as soon as Myah had told her she was pretty that she was going to try and matchmake.  He was so embarrassed. What must Savannah think of him? Did she think he was so desperate that he relied on his eight year old daughter to get him dates?

He couldn't read her expression.   She just stared back at him.   Why did she have to be so damn pretty? No, so damn sexy! The yellow dress she was wearing clung to her curves and he wanted nothing more than to peel it off of her and explore her curves with his hands and with his mouth.  What the hell was going on with him?  He'd never missed sex! He'd always been content satisfying himself.  

He gave a small, nervous laugh.  "I'm going to go and get changed.  I fancy a dip," he said.  In reality he had to get away from her.  He could feel his dick coming alive. The last thing he needed was to get a raging hard on in front of everyone.  He turned and dashed off towards the house, his dick slowly getting harder. 

He strode straight through the kitchen into the hallway and ran up the wide staircase.   He went into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Leaning back against the door he closed his eyes and tried to think of anything besides Savannah.

"Shit!" he cursed. It wasn't working. He was fully hard now. He groaned as he thought about the creamy swell of Savannah's breasts that had shown over the top of her dress. How would those breasts feel in his hands?

He walked over to the window and looked down at the pool. Antti was in the water with Myah, Heidi, Max and Casey. All four of the children were splashing him. He could hear their shrieks of laughter through his slightly open top window.

Savannah was sat talking to Maddy and Britta. Oliver was still sat on Maddy's lap. He wasn't quite his usual self yet after his fever of a few days ago. Seb had taken him to the doctor but the doctor had said it was just a virus that would pass.

He focussed on Savannah. He'd never seen a woman so physically perfect. Her skin was flawless, her nose was cute and the perfect size for her face. Her lips were pink and full. They would look marvellous wrapped around his dick.

"For fuck's sake Sebastian!" he snarled to himself. His hand moved to the button of his shorts. He smoothly undid it, and then drew his zipper down.

He took a few steps back so he couldn't see out of the window. If he was going to do this he couldn't do it while he could see her. He would feel like a dirty old man! Plus his kids, her kids, Antti, Maddy and Britta were out there too.

He slid his shorts down over his hips and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, he began to palm his erection through the grey cotton of his boxers. He needed to cum. Maybe once he'd cum he could actually go outside and enjoy himself instead of feeling like he was a walking sexual time bomb.

He walked over and entered his en-suite bathroom, making sure he shut and locked the door behind him just in case. Then he lifted the toilet seat up and stood in front of it. He eased his boxers down over his hips, letting his dick spring free.

He wrapped his hand around its thick girth and began to slowly pump it up and down. He gave a small groan as his feelings of arousal began to intensify.  

He briefly let go of himself, spitting into the palm of his hand to give himself some lubrication, then he gripped his dick again and began to stroke it up and down faster.

He closed his eyes and began to picture Savannah in his imagination.  It felt so wrong to be thinking of her while pleasuring himself but he couldn't help it.  He thought of her breasts, about how he'd love to slide his dick between them and paint them with his cum. He thought about her beautiful slender legs wrapped around his waist as he hammered into her tight wet pussy. He thought about how that posh accent of hers would sound calling out his name at the height of her orgasm.  Damn, he wanted her so badly.