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Join Date: Feb 2006
Emily Davidson –-27 - former fashion model – now the second wife of Jonathon Davidson
5-8, green eyes, shoulder length brunette hair
35-25-35, hour glass figure
Life has been good to me, a private education courtesy of loving parents. A profitable occupation as a successful model, and to top it off, I was now the wife of a very successful business man, well actually his second wife. Jonathon’s first marriage ended in divorce, which now meant that I was a step mom to a 20 year old son, Sam, and a 17 year old daughter, Daisy. At first I wasn’t sure if they would accept me, but we quickly bonded. Though they were lovely and successful children, I wanted one of my own.
I first met Jonathon at a party that was held after a fashion show for dealers of high-end evening gowns, or should I say, that he first laid his eyes on me, rather than mine on him. His firm, being the accountancy for the agency where I worked, allowed him to visit me frequently me after that, either at the agency, the show, or shoot, where I was modelling.
It wasn’t long before he asked for my hand in marriage, though he told me, that if I accepted, I would have to give up modelling. At first that was a bit of a shock, but knowing that the working life of a model wasn’t long, and that he was financially sound to support me, I accepted his proposal.
After our wedding, Jon as I preferred to call him, asked me to wear conservative clothing. Having been brought up by parents, not to wear skimpy outfits, this was nothing new to me, though some of the outfits I wore as a model could have been described as ‘skimpy’.
Summer was now upon us, and as it was usual for the Davidson brood, it was my first time to spend it at the family’s lake house. As Jon and Sam were detained in New York, I drove Daisy to the house in my Mercedes, a wedding gift from Jon. My gift to him was a sensual striptease out of my multi-layered wedding gown, followed by a night of endless love making, surrendering my virginity in the process.
Once we arrived, we quickly stored our luggage in our respected rooms, and began to get the house ready for the season, and for Luke, Sam’s close friend, who would be staying with us. After treating Daisy and myself to a small salad, I changed into my swimsuit, and headed to the pool. Having been taught by my parents not to swim just after eating, I decided to lie back in a deck chair, and put some oil on my skin.
Daisy joined me, five minutes later wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I knew that her father wouldn’t say anything about her attire, which did upset me a bit, due to Jon’s request of me, but he was their father, and I wasn’t their mother, in the real sense of things. Then I noticed a sad look on her face.
“Anything the matter?”
"I wished I could look as beautiful as you. I’m a bit ugly.” I couldn’t believe what she had just said.
“Daisy, you are beautiful, and I’m not saying that because you’re my step daughter, I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Now, put those silly thoughts in the garbage bag, and relax.”
Then the noise of the side gate opening got our attention. “I think that’s Luke,” proclaimed Daisy.
Knowing that this would be the first time I would meet him, because for one reason or another, he couldn’t make it to our wedding, I decided to let Daisy do the introductions.
I continued to lie there, as Daisy and Luke greeted each other in their own way. Then I heard Daisy say, "This is our new step mom."
That was my cue to look. Luke was handsome in every sense of the word. A good catch for Daisy, I thought.
"Uh.... hi Mrs... Davidson…"My name's Luke... Pleased to meet you. Don't get up.”
I felt sorry for him, as he walked over to me. It was obvious that he was either nervous, or shocked to see Daisy’s step mom who was only 10 years older than her. I decided to stand up to put him at ease.
“I’m pleased to meet you at last, Luke,” I said as I shook his hand. “Why don’t you get yourself settled in, and then maybe entice Daisy to join us for a swim in the pool?”