The next morning, over breakfast, Katie told her step-father that she was cooking them a meal tonight and asked what time he would be in.
“About 6.30 I expect,” he replied.
“Perfect,” she said, and buttered her toast.
She looked at her him reading the newspaper and thought, ‘I can’t wait!’
Evening arrived very very slowly for Katie, but she busied herself preparing a meal and preening herself ready for the evening. Seeing as her step-father had a liking for schoolgirls, she had found her original school uniform and taken the hem of the skirt up so it was way shorter than it should be.
She was so excited at the prospect of seducing her daddy into fucking her that it overrode any nerves she was feeling at all. Half six passed, and there was no sign of him. Katie waited patiently in the kitchen, dressed casually in little shorts and a crop top, revealing enough to hint at her tight lithe little body underneath. At ten to seven the front door opened and in walked her step-father.
“I'm sorry I’m late, it’s been a helluva stressful day,” he said.
“Don’t worry daddy, I’ll help you relax,” Katie replied softly.
“Dinner is ready and I’ve got some wine too, would you like a glass?”
Katie had got his favourite wine, a fruity Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc, knowing that he would gladly accept. She wanted him loosened up a little.
“Yes please,” he said and she poured them both a large glass.
“So, what’s the occasion?” he asked, smiling up at her from his chair.
“No reason,” Katie said
“Just we haven’t spent much time together lately and I’ve missed you,” she smiled back at him, sat down and began to serve their plates.
They chatted while they ate and drank together and the conversation drifted over different topics. Katie felt she had his full attention for the first time in ages, and began to feel her plan might just work. She suggested that he go take a shower while she cleared up and then they could take the rest of the bottle of wine and retire to the lounge for a while.
She quickly cleared away and then went up to her room to change. She heard her step-dad switch off the shower and after a few minutes, go back down to the lounge. She was almost ready for her big moment!
After a few minutes, she came back downstairs dressed in her sexy school attire, her long blonde hair now roughly tied in two chunky plaits. She was wearing her shortened plaid skirt (which hinted cheekily at her bum if she bent over slightly) and very tight pink knickers.
Her slender legs were clad in pink and white striped thigh-high socks and on her top she wore a tight white fitted blouse, just unbuttoned enough, with no bra and a loosely tied tie. Katie wore very little make-up anyway; her pretty features didn’t need it. Although, to make her self look slightly sluttier this evening, she had applied some subtle black mascara and eyeliner to accentuate her big blue eyes and thick lashes.
Her heart was beating like a drum in her chest and her pussy was already wet with anticipation. She really hoped this would work and having thought of every possible reason he could give to not indulge in her, she felt she had all the words to persuade him otherwise. Katie poked her head round the lounge door, being careful to hide her body from view.
“Can you close your eyes please?” she said and he immediately turned round to look at her.
“No, turn back and close your eyes please,” she asked, “I want you to get the full effect.”
“Ok, but this had better not be some daft trick,” he said, turning back in his chair and covering his eyes with his hands.
Katie walked slowly into the lounge, her stocking clad feet treading lightly on the carpet. She felt strangely confident, although this was absolutely definitely going to work.
She stood in front of him and whispered “you can open them now.”
His eyes opened up; face expressionless while he took in the sight before him. Then, suddenly, his eyes bulged wide open.
“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed “what on earth….”
“What do you think daddy? Do I look ok?” Katie asked nervously, twirling round slowly in front of him.
“I…. I….” he said lost for words.
“Don’t you like what I’m wearing daddy?” she asked. He looked her up and down and blinked a few times, just to make sure what he was seeing was real.
“Its not, I mean I… Um, well...” he spluttered around for words before finally saying, “You do look very lovely, but I don’t think its appropriate clothing for around the house is it?” and his eyes dropped to the floor for the first time since he had opened them. He looked awkward and embarrassed.