My Stepdaughter is a Woman now

Me, naked. Check.

Shorts on the floor, obviously not on me. Check.

Afghan covering the sensitive areas? Check.

I get up. My feet feel something cylindrical under them. WTF? Oh, Fleshlight. On the floor. Check. How did THAT get there? Did it fall? I’m not sure.

I reach for the remote. There is a Post-It note attached to it.

It read:

“I love you, Daddy! Sorry I missed you last night! Winky face. Tonight, maybe…XXX and OOO! Paula”

Blog entry #7 — December 28th

I putzed around the house all day, trying to keep my mind off that note. Did it mean what I think? What did she actually see? She obviously saw the porn channel on, but that’s really neither here nor there, we are all adults, and her mom was out of town. But, depending on how you read that, did she want to join me in that type of activity (sexual), or was she just saying, “hey, we’ll hang out tonight?” At this point in the game, we’ve just had incidental contact when you think about it, even if it had extreme sexual overtones. I really don’t want to read too much into it, and ruin everything, but on the other hand, my lustful desires don’t exactly think logically or about consequences.

About 3PM, I started to clean up myself, just in case. I trimmed sensitive areas, shaved my face, showered and scrubbed all my parts clean. A dab of cologne in interesting places, and decided to go commando, for freedom of movement down there. I don’t want to be uncomfortable in case an erection happens.

I head to the kitchen to whip up something quick for dinner, something light like chicken and rice, and put it into the oven. I opened a bottle of wine to relax myself, poured a glass, and began cleaning, cooking, and maybe a glass of wine to settle my nerves. About 5:30, Paula pulls up, and my heart kind of flutters. I can’t tell if I am flushed from the wine or from the thoughts of being alone with Paula. She enters the house, and says “Hi Daddy!” I hear the beep of her car alarm as she comes over to give me a hug and a peck. Usually she goes for the cheek, but occasionally a platonic lip to lip kiss. Today was a lip to lip kiss. She overexaggerated it, with the kissy sound and everything.

“Nice to see you, honey!” I tell her. “Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. You have time to change into comfy clothes if you want.”

“Ok, thanks, Daddy!” she says, and turns to leave the room. I follow her body as it turns and watch her ass walk away. I realize I was going to ask her if she wanted a glass of wine, so I head out a few steps behind her, intent on asking her before she got to her room. I turn down the hallway, and as I was about to say, “hey…” she pulls her shirt off over her head, not waiting to get to her room to start changing. I watched her back intently, something about a woman disrobing is so much better than just seeing them naked straight up.

“Hey!” I call to her, “You want a glass of wine with dinner?” as soon as she got into her room and partially closed the door.

“Sure! That sounds great. White, please!” We’re having red sauce. The heathen!

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