The Dilf

The Sighting.

        Today my feelings for where I work changed. These two new kids Makenzie and Jaxon Jones started. Once they entered the building I could feel everyone of my coworkers breathing hard. The reason for their obnoxious breathing was the sighting of one of the hottest dads ever. Mr. Jones with Jaxon in arm was wearing the tightest flannel shirt that was pulled up just the slightest to show off his forearm tattoo, the size of the flannel allowed for his bulging  muscles to make an appearance and we were all so appreciative. After seeing the hunk, that was Mr. Jones, we all just looked at each other and smerked. As if any of us had a chance to get into his pants. It was assumed that he was already married. We haven't had a hot single dad here yet and we were doubtful that was going to happen. 

        He walked over to his children's room, put them both down, said goodbye and turned back towards the exit of the building. Makenzie automatically started screaming as she noticed her daddy was leaving her all alone in a room full of total strangers. "I call dibs!" Jess yelled over to me as Mr. Jones made his way out of the building. "Jess shut up, you have a boyfriend. It's not fair for you to call dibs on a guy that you have the least chance with". "Sarah, I would dump my boyfriend for that man any day, just try me," Jess said, and then wished she didn't since her boyfriend is known to come into the daycare every once in a while to drop off Jess' lunch. "Don't tell Mike I said that, I was totally kidding!"

        I spent the rest of the day just thinking about Mr.Jones. Well, of course I was watching the children and taking care of them. But when I wasn't I just couldn't help myself from thinking about that full beard, his slicked back hair and the way his pants grabbed his ass as he strolled out of the door. I knew that I needed to have a piece of that. Would I be willing to wreck a marriage? To screw up his children's childhood? Eh, it depends. I would probably be totally worth it. I could just imagine rolling around in bed with a man like him. 

        After the day at work went by I hopped into my car and headed home. "Hey Sarah, how was work?" my mom asked. "Eh, it was nothing special," I lied. Everything was special about this day. I was blessed by seeing the hottest guy that was to ever walk the face of the Earth. But I couldn't tell my mom that. Could you imagine? Her knowing her nineteen year old daughter had a thing for a man that was closer to her age than her daughters.

       My mom just got this boyfriend. His name is Josh, he's thirty and isn't anything compared to Mr. Jones. I hate that I keep calling him 'Mr. Jones'. On Monday I seriously need to find out his first name... it would make things a little less strange. I couldn't see myself yelling "oh yeah Mr. Jones!" in bed.

        Any who, back to my mom's new boyfriend. She somehow had new guy every week, so I didn't try to get attached to any of them since I didn't know when the next time I would see them would be. "Okay honey, I made my infamous lasanga today and the extras are in the fridge if you're hungry," She said as I made my way up the stairs to my room. I was straving, but my mom's food totally blows, but I wasn't telling her that. I'll just come down later in the night to grab something else to seize my hunger pains. 

I walked into my room, sat on my bed, grabbed my computer and trolled the internet for a few hours. Naturally, I decided to log onto the wonderful world of FaceBook to attempt some stalking. I typed 'Jones' into the search bar to see if Mr. Jones' beautiful mug would pop up. But nada. Then I clicked it again and added our town name in it to see it that would bring up anything closer. And you guessed it... nothing. I was usually a pro at the whole Facebook stalking thing, but tonight I couldn't come up with anything. 

After another hour of trying different first names in front of 'Jones' I decided to give up and head to bed. And by 'head to bed' I mean just shutting my laptop and laying my head down on the bed I have been wasting away on for about five hours. After having the thoughts of Mr. Jones' toned arms, and perfect his ass on constant replay as I laid there on my bed I drifted off into a deep sleep.