Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

The breakfast table seemed extra crowded that morning, despite the addition of only one other person. Grant busied himself with making bacon and eggs and avoiding eye contact with his ex-wife.

“So what exactly are you doing here mom?” Lydia asked, pouring everyone juice.

“Well, I just thought I’d come down for the weekend,” Deborah said. “I was off today and Jim’s at a conference in Florida.”

“And you thought you’d surprise us all?” Grant asked, putting bacon onto Lydia’s plate.

“That’s right,” Deborah said.

“And you want to stay here?” he asked sitting at the table.

“I thought for certain you’d give up your room Grant,” she said, her voice flippant.

“You thought wrong.”

“Oh Grant lighten up,” Deborah said, raising her voice. “I think you probably need to loosen up too.”

“You think so?” he asked.

She nodded. “You know, the divorce is final but you still wear your wedding ring.”

“You’re right,” Grant said standing up. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” He slipped the ring from his finger, threw it on the table, then walked out of the room.

Delia wanted to strangle Mrs. Turner and run after Grant.

Lydia beat her to it.

“Mom,” Lydia said standing up, “why do you have to act like that?”

Deborah sighed. “He’d die without the drama.”

“You should have called,” Lydia said. “What if he had plans or something?”

“What plans?” Deborah asked.

“He brought a date home the other night,” Lydia said quickly.

“Oh he did?” Deborah asked.

Lydia nodded. “He works with her, Taylor. She was really pretty and sweet. I’d kill for her legs.”

Deborah frowned. “Is that so? And what else has your father been doing?”

“Working,” Lydia said.

Delia piped up. “He’s been working really hard lately.”

At that moment Grant came back into the kitchen. “Do you want to go play golf Will?” he asked.

Will shot Lydia a look then turned to Grant. “Sure.”

“That’s good, it’ll give us girls a chance to talk,” Deborah said.

Delia wasn’t sure she wanted a chance to talk to Mrs. Turner. No doubt she’d just brag about her new man and try to put Grant down every opportunity she got. She just didn’t understand how Mrs. Turner could seem so uncaring and almost cruel. Normally Delia liked her a lot, but the way she’d been acting lately—Delia didn’t even want to look at her.

While the guys went off to the golf course, the girls went down on the beach. Delia’s suspicions were confirmed.

Mrs. Turner talked on and on about how fun Jim was and how sweet he was to her, how much they had in common and how they could practically reach each other’s minds.

Delia seriously doubted he was as good in bed as Grant was.

Thankfully though, Mrs. Turner didn’t mention it.

“So how’s your dad really?” Deborah asked Lydia as they sat out on the beach.

“He’s good. Besides the fact that he’s over working himself.”

“It’s good that he’s keeping busy.”

Delia couldn’t take much more of Mrs. Turner’s condescending attitude. She tried to force herself to fall asleep, sunburn be damned, but she just couldn’t. It was too hot. She was stuck there listening to Mrs.

Turner drone on and on about perfect Jim and her fantastic new life.

It wasn’t until noon that Delia found a way out. She offered to go in and make everyone lunch, thus allowing Lydia and Mrs. Turner to keep talking.

Of course once she got inside she realized about the only thing she could make was sandwiches.

She was five minutes into making them when Will and Grant showed up, both looking hot, hungry, and tired.

Delia thought the kitchen was about to become a little too crowed when Lydia and Mrs. Turner appeared at the glass doors.

“Who won?” Lydia asked stepping into the kitchen.

“Your dad slaughtered me,” Will said to her.

“You’ve always been a good golfer, haven’t you?” Delia asked Grant with a smile.

“I’m not bad,” he said modestly. “I haven’t played in a while though.”

Delia turned to Mrs. Turner with a smile on her face. “Why don’t you, Lydia, and Will go out to the deck and Mr. Turner and I will bring everything out?”

“Thanks hon,” Mrs. Turner said.

“I’m gonna change,” Will said and headed for the stairs.

“We’ll be right out,” Delia said keeping her smile full watt until both Lydia and Mrs. Turner were outside of hearing range. She turned to Grant. “How are you?”

“Shitty.”

Delia gave him a sympathetic smile.

“No one has the ability to make me feel worthless like Deborah,” he said sitting down at the kitchen table.

“But your not worthless,” she said putting her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t understand how you can think that.”

“She got my self-esteem in the divorce,” he cracked.

Delia couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you’ll be okay.”

He shook his head. “I’m going upstairs. Tell Deborah I was too tired or sick or dead or whatever.”

“I wish you’d come out with us,” Delia said with a frown.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” he said, then took off for the stairs.

Delia sighed and began gathering up the sandwiches and drinks. Now Grant wouldn’t even be there to distract her. Maybe Mrs. Turner would cool it with all the Jim talk.

“Need some help?”

Delia looked up to see Will approaching. “Yeah, thanks,” she said. “So how was your day?”

“It was actually nice,” he said. “Not as weird as it could have been. I mean, we realized we both had a lot in common. We basically spent the day comparing your various sexual techniques.”

“That’s hilarious,” she said not smiling.

“I know,” he said.

“He’s not taking it well. Her being here I mean.”

“She’s being pretty bitchy, isn’t she?”

“And all she can talk about it how wonderful single life is. Or how perfect Jim is. It’s making me nauseous.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Grant’s way cooler than the new guy,” he said.

“Certainly no complaints coming from the bedroom.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” Will groaned.

“I know,” Delia said with a grin, taking the plate of sandwiches outside.

Lunched fared better than breakfast. Delia was spared more Jim talk as Will told everyone about working at his dad’s office and the phone call he got out on the golf course from him saying he could stay the whole month. While Mrs. Turner asked questions, Delia had time to think about Grant.

God she felt bad for him.

He was such a strong, smart man but the mere presence of his ex-wife made him doubt everything.
He needed to have his confidence built back up. It wouldn’t do just to say You’re an amazing man, Grant, he had to be shown, he had to realize for himself just how worthy he was. Just how spectacular he was.

And Delia was maybe getting an idea just how to make Grant see the light. . . .


“So I sold four houses this week and I have over twenty showings next week,” Mrs. Turner said as she poured herself more wine at the dinner table that night. “Real-estate is definitely up.”

“Sounds like you’ve been keeping busy,” Grant said.

“More than I’d like,” Mrs. Turner said.

“Mr. Turner’s been working a lot too,” Delia said. “We’ve hardly seen him these past few days.”

Lydia nodded. “He stays busy. He should take a vacation.”

“It would give him something else to spend his money on,” Mrs. Turner said.

“What, you mean besides alimony?” Grant asked.

“I meant besides that new car,” Mrs. Turner said.

“What about it?” Grant asked.

“Well, had you planned on getting one?”

“A lot of things happened this year that I didn’t plan on,” he said roughly.

Lydia cleared her throat. “Why mom? What’s wrong with dad getting a new car?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” she said patronizingly, “it’s just a little . . . predictable, don’t you think?”

“Actually,” Will spoke up, “Mr. Turner was telling me he got a really good deal on it. He wasn’t really looking but he would have been stupid not to take the offer.”

Grant nodded even though it was a total lie.

Score for him.

After dinner Grant excused himself for the evening. He may have won at dinner but he wasn’t taking the chance of losing afterward.

Mrs. Turner picked out a movie and she, Lydia, Will, and Delia piled in the family room to watch it.

It was a romantic comedy, something Delia would have found boring even if she didn’t have other things to think about. Like her plan of making Grant feel worthy again. She couldn’t help but smile.

But first she had to sit through an hour and a half of crap.

God these movies were lame. And all the same. Some gorgeous guy trying his best to win the undying affection of some equally beautiful chick who was too independent for the kind of love the guy was looking for. In the real world the guy would be an ass and fighting off girls with a stick, while the chick would be doing her best to get married before she turned thirty-five and jumping at the chance to be on the arm of such a hot guy.

Stupid.

Finally it was over and after a half an hour of talking, everyone headed for bed.

Delia headed for Grant’s room.

She went inside without knocking to find him stretched out on his bed with his laptop and a stack of papers.

“Hey,” he said somewhat surprised.

“Hi,” she said with a coy smile. “Everyone’s gone to bed.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded walking over to him. “Is that important?” she asked, pointing to all his work stuff.

“It can wait until tomorrow,” he said somewhat coyly himself.

“Good,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him up.

“What are you doing?” he asked as Delia pulled him down to the carpet in front of the bed.

“Oh nothing,” she said, climbing on top of him. She began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Delia?”

“Did I ever tell you the first time I actually thought about being with you?”

“I don’t believe you did,” he said.

“It was Lydia’s birthday and I was staying the night.”

“As usual,” he said.

Delia undid the last button and pulled the shirt from Grant’s body. “As usual. Well, we had been up in her room for most of the night. I came out to use the bathroom and you had been in the shower—”
“And we almost ran into each other,” Grant finished for her.

“You remember that?” she asked with a grin.

He nodded. “I still blush just thinking about it.”

“You were so hot,” she said bending and kissing his chest. “I didn’t know anything back then, but I knew I wanted you to absolutely ravish me. And from pretty much that moment on you were my object of desire. Not Brad Pitt or some rock star, or some high school football player, you. Boyfriends came and went but I still wanted you.”

Delia unzipped Grant’s pants and slid them down his legs, then scooted back up his body. She lowered her head to his bellybutton and slipped her tongue out, sliding it all the way up to his neck. “I built you up to be some sort of Grecian sex god in my mind,” she said looking at him. “Someone made perfectly for me, completely tailored to my every need. You were a man and every other boy I’d been with would pale in comparison to you.” She sat up and tugged her shirt off, then tossed it aside. “And you know what Mr. Turner?” She bent her head down to Grant’s ear. “I was right.” She sat back up. “That night when I finally got you, when my fantasy for so many years finally became a reality, I learned I had been right all along. You were the most incredible man I could ever hope to know. You were the best sex I ever had, better than I even imagined. You, Mr. Turner, made the fantasy pale in comparison to the real thing. And,” she bent her head back down to his ear and whispered, “no one’s ever made me come like you do.”

Delia kissed his ear then looked back up at him.

“So why are we in the floor?” he asked.

She grinned. “Because the bed would make too much noise.”

Grant pulled her down to him and met her mouth in a lip-crushing kiss. His hands found their way to Delia’s back and he unfastened her bra and pulled it off her. With his tongue still thrusting in Delia’s mouth, his fingers trailed down her body until they met the waistband of her shorts and in no time they were gone as well.

Delia broke the kiss with a deep moan. She flung her head back and bit her bottom lip. “I’m so hot for you,” she moaned rubbing her lower body up against Grant’s. She slid her hands down his sides taking his boxers with them, freeing his steadily growing erection.

Grant closed his eyes when Delia’s lips touched him.

She kissed down his length, from base to tip. “You’re so big,” she moaned, stopping to stab her tongue out at the head.

Grant flinched under her. It wasn’t just his ego that was swelling. . . .

Delia began licking him up and down, alternating long sweeps of her tongue with quick short ones.
“Delia, God,” he moaned, one of his hands digging into the plush carpet, the other burying itself in Delia’s long dark hair.

“I love your cock,” she moaned, stabbing her tongue out at the head. “How it’s so long and hard and perfect.” She took the sensitive head in her mouth and began sucking, slowing taking more and more of him past her lips.

Grant groaned out, digging his head into the carpet.

Delia bobbed up and down on him for several minutes, sucking like her life depended on it.

The grip of Grant’s hand in her hair increased in severity until Delia’s head was throbbing. He jerked her down on him and thrust up to meet her mouth and she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
She immediately released him from her mouth and slid back up his body. “Grant,” she moaned kissing the side of his face, “I have to have you now. I need you. Please,” she begged.
Grant leaned up and kissed between Delia’s breasts, his hands sliding down her body to remove the scrap of satin she still had on.

Delia bent her head to suck one of Grant’s nipples past her lips. She let her hands slid down his sides until they reached his hips where she fastened on. Bringing her head back up level with Grant’s she raised her body up and back down on his eager cock.

“Oooh,” Delia moaned out, tightly shutting her eyes. Her hands let go of Grant’s hips and grabbed onto his shoulders. Throwing her head back, she let out another moan and began thrusting herself on Grant.

Grant’s eyes almost rolled back in his head as Delia’s lush heat clenched around him again and again. His head banged into the floor and he couldn’t help but groan out again and again.

“You’re so amazing,” Delia gasped, smashing her breasts into Grant’s chest. “You make me feel like no one else ever has.” She moaned again and bit her bottom lip to keep a scream back. Her hair spilt messily over her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on Grant. She moaned and groaned and called out his name over and over again, biting on her lip and tugging on her hair for dear life.
She placed her hands flat on Grant’s chest and thrust down on him as hard as she could and came with a loud cry.

Damn it! She had been determined that she’d get Grant to come first, but then again, when it came to Grant, she could pretty much orgasm just by looking at him.

Even as sweet release swept through her shaking body, Delia still flung herself on Grant.

His hands gripped her ass and his thrusting increased until with a deep groan, he came himself.

Delia fell on top of him, her breathing heavy and loud.

Grant managed to bring his hands up to rest on her back.

“Delia,” he said, his breath erratic. “I—. Your—” He couldn’t manage to say anything.

She nodded against him as a smile formed on her lips.

He thought she did it because it was exactly what he needed.

And she did.

But also because she loved him.

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