Happy DILF Day - Stories Celebrating Hot Dads

I let him talk about the wedding, and the people, and the kids’ future, and when I pulled into the gravel driveway of my friend’s summer home, it finally became clear to him that we weren’t going to his hotel.

"Oh,” he said, as I turned off the car.

I got out, took off my heels, and popped the trunk, where I tossed my shoes in, and pulled out a blanket.  Then I came around to his side of the car.  "Follow me,” I said.  And he did.  He really didn’t have much of a choice.

I led him to the beach behind their house.  It was empty, and the moon was full.  I put the blanket down, and patted my side.  He sat down, and took off his shoes and his dress socks, and dug his flexible toes into the damp sand like a kid.

"I haven’t done this in years,” he said, shaking his head, and I wondered what he was referring too. Sitting on a beach after midnight?  Sex on the beach?  Sleeping with a woman his own age?  Or all three.

But before I could ask him what he meant, he was undoing his tie and taking off his suit.

"I’m overdressed,” he said, as he removed his legs from his pants.

And as I was telling myself that they were very nice legs, he removed his Calvin’s, and extended his hand.  "Care to join me?”

He was right.  I hadn’t done this since I was a senior at Bennington.

From Father of the Bride

Copyright © 2016 Lori Perkins

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