I'm a fairly average guy who lives just outside the a Midwestern city. I'm modestly successful with a ranch home in the burbs, lucky enough to have a pool in the backyard and share it with my teenage daughter. My ex took off a few years ago but I don't want you to think my story is like some Poor'ol me Country Song because it isn't. I'm glad she took off and we're better
off for it.
When my ex took off I told my daughter Grace that she was now the "Woman Of
The House". My innocent intentions have taken on a meaning thats beyond the Martha Stewart image. I can't tell you the pleasure it is to come home after a long day, tired and aching and have a hot dinner made for me.
To describe Grace: She's petite at 5'2 and is only about 98 lbs with an ass thats firm and defies gravity. Her light brown hair is fashionably cut and just reaches her shoulders. Her skin is inherited from her mother, a natural tan even in the Winter and bronzed to a shade of light coffee in the Summer. She has tan lines that tantalize you with their hidden treasures along with a pussy thats just as soft and bare as the day she was born. You want to know about her breasts don't you? I'm not an expert but I think the champagne glass image works well but with aereoleas the size of a half dollar.
It's summertime now and flip flops with Daisy Dukes are the de rigeur for summertime dress. She's a girly-girl and loves to primp and make herself pretty. Her eyes change between dark blue to green depending on her mood. Her nail polish on her toes and fingertips continually changes but right now its a deep crimson just like her lip gloss. No doubt she's blossoming into a beautiful woman and she loves to dress that way. Sometimes I wonder if she dresses for me deliberately or does it happen by accident?
Our life started to change a few months ago. One day I came home in the mid afternoon which was early by my standards. I parked my truck in the drive and walked into the kitchen to
make a drink for myself and absentmindedly gazed out the back window. There
was my little girl on a lounge chaise sunning herself by the pool. I was simply stunned! She had only a T-back covering her bum. I don't recall how long did I stare at her? 2 minutes, 5? 14? That afternoon remains a profound experience as I sensed she knew I was there in the window, allowing my eyes to roam her body and think of the possibilities. She made no effort to
cover, even after I called to her to see if she wanted a can of soda.
From that date on I noticed small changes that seemed effortless, only now do I realize what
they really were: She was seducing me.
Was it me and my imagination or did boys stop calling on her?
One day we went shopping together in the city. She told me she just had to buy
a "few small items" which I understood as clothing. I went on my own to
wander around the stores and at some point she'd call me on my cell when she
was finished...or more likely, when she needed some extra cash.
When she finally called I was more than ready and she told me she was just
around the corner and for me to meet her outside a store with a black awning "La Petite Morte" . I've had a couple of years of high school French and a lifetime of experience and I don't think that store had anything to do with death...it is a store alive like no other. But I kept
silent and knowing and just took Grace's hand as we went back to my truck and drove home.
Along the way she had a surprising question:"Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?"
One a fool would say anything much different than "Of, course you are my dear."
Upon arriving home I realized it was my night to make dinner and I was in the mood for Italian. As I was preparing the marinara when she called out and asked if I wanted to see what she bought that afternoon. Absentmindedly I said "sure, I'd love to see them"
"Great daddy!"
Grace took three steps into the kitchen and my life as I knew it changed
forever. My Grace was a woman like no other. She was wearing a little
Pearl thong and matching bra, the pearls of the thong were amazing. The
spheres of the pearls rolled over and on top of her clit and covered only
half her pussy. My eyes were transfixed. I had expected to see a new pair
of jeans instead I saw her little bum up closer than I deserved, with those
same luscious tan lines from laying out.
"What do you think Daddy?"
I didn't know what to say, she was my little girl. I'm stumbling as I write this, I mean I thought she was my little girl. But whats happening? I hadn't a clue. I went to the back of the kitchen a grabbed a bottle of red wine, I intended to open it for dinner but needed it more now. Plus, I need a moment to think.
"Grace, can we talk?"
"Yes, Daddy"
"Tell me, what are you thinking? Wearing just that little thong around the
house you know it isn't right!" I wasn't quite angry with her but I was
emotional and felt I had to say something.
"Grace, you know I love you. You're no longer a little girl, you're becoming
a woman, well you're already a woman. Women can really affect a man you
know? I'm no different than any other guy, I have my own desires and well,
I can't have you walking around like that in the house."
"You know I love you too Daddy I really do. I just want you to be happy and
happy with me. You know I watch you all the time and I'm worried about you.
You work so hard, since Mom left you don't date anyone - I see you go into
the gym in the garage and lift all those weights...and you know you're not
like all the other Daddy's I know."
"What do you mean I'm not like the other Dad's?"
"You take care of yourself and I want to take care of you. You don't have a
creepy gut, you've got muscles like the football players at school. I don't
want to say any more, you'll get mad at me and I don't want that. I want
you to love me."
"Grace I do love you, I love you very much."
"No you don't."
At that point she turned on her delicate toes and ran to her bedroom and I
think she was crying too.
Dinner was lonely that evening, the bottle of wine and myself...as usual. I
didn't know what to think of Grace. She was a terrific kid and I'd be lying
severely if I told you that my cock didn't go rock hard when I saw her by
the pool the other day.
After dinner was cleaned up I took the wine and my sorry ass downstairs for
a sauna and a shower. Damn! The sauna was being used so I drank to the
bottom of my glass and turned the water on...hot, very hot and steamy. I
decided to clear my head of all my confusion with hot water and soap.
I stood in the shower soaping up my hair when a bit of shampoo ran into my
eyes. I leaned back into the shower stream and my fingers were in my eyes
trying to get the soap out when I felt an amazing sensation. At first I
thought it was the wine or that some soap had slid over my cock, but I felt
the sensation of being sucked. I didn't move, just stood there and allowed
the sensation to continue, damn it was good...all I could imagine was
beautiful lips from a beautiful woman making love to my cock, it was
wonderful to feel like a man again. I imagined I was in control of a woman
who would submit to my wishes and erotic needs. My legs spread wider,
imagining a woman between them.
