Home Alone with Father's Friend. Part 9

There was a knock at the bathroom door and Mr. Harrison opened it slightly. "Everything okay?" he asked, though he sounded nervous.

She pulled the door open completely and grinned as his mouth dropped open. "You tell me," she said, her voice low and husky.

His eyes raked over her body and finally looked up into her eyes. "Amazing," he whispered, then shook his head. "There's a phone call for you."

She smiled as she walked past him, feeling his eyes locked on her round ass. There was a phone in her room, and she pushed the door behind her, though it didn't shut.

"What took you so long?" Stella screeched before she even said anything.

She laughed. "I was in the shower," she said honestly. "I know you want to dish about whatever his name was, so go."

That was all Stella needed to start gushing about Ben, the guy she had gone home with from the bar the night before. She listened obediently, gasping and giggling in all the right places. It took her nearly fif