"Appearances"

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"Appearances" --- CLOSED

Harmon Grafton III...

It sounded so ... distinguished ... upper class.

"Harm" was both, distinguished and upper class. Ironically, he wasn't The Third of the Harmon Graftons. He'd been born William Harmon Grafton to a father named Wilson Harmon Grafton, whose own father had been the only true Harmon Grafton in the line.

But Harm wasn't one to let the scribbles on a birth certificate get in the way of establishing himself as old money or established reputation. And it was amazing the difference a name with three capital "I's" following it made. People who would normally have lifted even farther their already elevated noses in his presence instead took his hand in greeting and chatted about houses in the Hamptons or yacht renovations or bad experiences on the Riviera.

With these new relationships intact -- and the exclusive and sometimes insider information that came with them -- Harm was able to quickly turn a small fortune into a much bigger fortune. At last check, the 48 year old was worth almost $200 million dollars, most of it in securities and property with little chance of ever losing value. Harm was set for life, and while he didn't have every thing he wanted, he knew that he had the money necessary to get anything he lacked.

He glanced to his right as a shapely, leggy blond in an elegant, tight fitting dress passed by, giving him a devilish smile. She stopped before the large mirror on the banquet room's wall, just inches from Harm, and checked her makeup.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," she whispered, looking to Harm in the mirror. "Call me any time."

As she turned and headed away, Harm ogled her tight ass -- against which he'd been pounding just minutes earlier in the hotel room upstairs he'd reserved just in case -- and, slipping the call girl's card into his wallet, murmured, "The pleasure was all mine."

Once she'd disappeared into the crowd of other distinguished, upper class types, Harm turned back to the main hall and searched for the other reason he was the man he was today. He found her chatting up the Governor and Mayor, as well as their respective husbands. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of what those two men might themselves be thinking about their current situations. How in this still-male dominated world did these two men deal with the fact that the pants in the family were being worn by not by themselves but by their powerful wives?

Harm looked to his dear wife, Eloise, and contemplated their own relationship. "Ellie" had been key to Harm's rise in the societal circles they now frequented. And Harm knew that without her he would just be another anonymous rich guy, rather than a name commonly read in all the right socialite magazines or included on all the right social event guest lists.

But looking at the two men, Harm also knew that despite his wife's key role in their rise -- as individuals and as a couple both -- he was still the one wearing the pants. He glanced back toward where that great piece of ass had vanished and thought, Well, when I'm wearing pants at least.

As he crossed the room to join his wife, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and a squeeze about her waist, he tried to remember the last time he'd been without pants in his own wife's presence. Despite the wonderful show they put on for others, Harm and Ellie hadn't been a loving couple for quite a while now. The passion had begun to fade just two years into their now eight-year old marriage. Four years after they'd exchanged vows, Harm was sleeping with other women, more often than not professionals from whom he knew complications would never arise. Two years ago, Ellie had confessed to her own dalliances. And finally, a little over a year ago on an anniversary vacation designed to bring them back together, the loving couple had fucked for what would turn out to be the last time.

"We really must go, Governor, Mayor," Ellie said, exchanging final words with the women and their spouses before taking Harm by the elbow and whispering, "Get me out of here."



The ride back to their house on the hill was performed in silence. They didn't just not fuck anymore but almost didn't talk either. The driver helped Ellie from the car when they'd arrived, verified Harm's schedule for the morning, then took the Lincoln off to the garage before heading home for the evening on his buzzing little Vespa. Harm watched the light of the man's head lamp disappear into the night, then turned and walked to his wife's door. He reached for the handle, contemplating going inside to chat and, possibly, take a step toward reconciliation. Neither of them liked the current state of their relationship, of course. But, it was what was. It happened to couples every day.

Many of those couples would divorce, of course, but not Harm and Ellie. The pair had a reputation to uphold. Appearances was one of Ellie's favorite words. They had appearances to uphold. So they would continue to live like this and be as happy as they could manage. After all, the only thing missing from their life was sex and intimacy, and Harm could buy that all day long and never run out of money. Hell, he even had a handful of favorites that provided the full girl friend experience when he asked for it, right down to cuddling and sleeping together until dawn.

At that thought, Harm looked down the hall toward the most distant door. It was cracked a bit, and after a moment's hesitation, he began toward it, slowly and quietly. Prostitutes were fine and dandy, of course, but no matter how well they played their part, they were still nothing more than women who would do anything Harm asked -- and paid -- them to do. His ego had been dying for years, and what he really needed was a real, honest to goodness lover.

As he saw the first hints of flesh, Harm came to a full stop. He stared in at the bare foot twitching about to an unheard beat. He moved a bit further ahead, catching sight of the long, athletic leg, then the other, its knee bent and its own foot in the air, twitching to that same beat. Harm hesitated a moment more, then moved forward to see ...

Oh, Jesus. That tight young ass was hidden in only a pair of lacy boy shorts, its muscles also gently flexing to the unheard music. Harm moved still closer, to finally see the rest of the young, shapely beauty clothed in no more than a bikini top. Laying on her belly, she was reading from or viewing a tablet while her head bobbed to the sounds coming to her from the unseen ear buds. Although he couldn't see them at this moment, Harm knew that to go with those long legs and shapely ass were a pair of firm, pert breasts with what he liked to call ever-hard nipples. He had ogled her plenty of times around the house or out on the deck of the Olympic sized pool.

He'd even caught her sun bathing topless one summer when she thought she had the house to herself. She'd only just recently become legal, and with the tensions between Harm and her mother, he'd almost made an attempt to get to know her better -- intimately -- at the time, but instead passed. Ellie could shrug off the hookers and occasional mistresses, but she wouldn't have sat still for Harm fucking her then-barely 18 year old daughter.

But things were changing. Harm was ready to push the envelope just a bit farther, and the direction he wanted to push it was into his step daughter's young, tight pussy.

When he realized that he'd been entranced for a long moment, fantasizing at the sight of her and of what she'd feel like wrapped around his cock, Harm stepped back away from the door. She had moved her position a bit, and he couldn't know whether or not she'd seen him at the door. He glanced down to find his cock solid and obvious, and although he couldn't detect any signs of movement in the large room, he decided to make himself scarce...

 

[girlintexas99]

Elizabeth laid bored scrolling through her tablet listening to music. She was in the kind of mood where she just didn't know what to do.

Her mom and step dad were at yet another funtion. She smirked at the idea. Why do they even bother? It was all a sham. Harmon had his ladies, Mom just messed around with the help to get even. But they stayed married. It didn't matter to her. She hated her mom for making them move from their old home in the midwest to come to this huge mansion.

She shouldn't complain, it's a NICE place and Harm really is a nice guy. He was always so attentive and generous to her. He didn't deserve to be married to that terrible women she knew Ellie to be. Only concerned about herself.

With them out of the house, she could basically go wild, but for some reason just felt like hanging out.

She thought she caught a glipse of someone looking at her as she lay down on her belly. It had to be her step dad. The help was gone and her mom would have bitched about what she was wearing or something. She didn't care. If he was there he pretty much has a right to stare anyway. PLus she secretly liked the fact that he was looking at her and not her mom. Anyway, what could happen? He already had his own extra marital flings, he could have any woman he wanted, she was pretty sure she was safe.
She looked online at her picture sharing account. She had thousands of followers. Apparently following rich hot girls online is a trend, so that's all it took. Maybe she would take a selfie in her underwear. It would eventually go viral and her mom would have something new to bitch about.

 

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After stepping away from Elizabeth's partially opened door, Harmon hesitated once more at the always closed door of his wife's bedroom, contemplating. He was hard as a rock -- fantasizing of Elizabeth, of course, not her mother -- and he needed satisfaction. But even if Ellie parted her thighs for him, Harm knew it would be more about release than satisfaction. The cold beauty hadn't entirely satisfied him for a very long time. He shrugged and walked on, thinking As if you have satisfied her.

As he retired to his own room, stripping his expensive clothes away until he was padding around in nothing but his boxers, he returned to that last thought. It wasn't as though Harmon wasn't a good lover. He'd never had troubles satisfying his lovers over the years, both before and during his marriage to Ellie. He was a dedicated lover and refused to give up on a woman's fulfillment until she begged him to stop.

With Ellie, it was simply the fact that she really didn't have an interest in him pleasing her anymore. She'd begun parting her thighs for him out of marital obligation. That was when he began fucking others. That, of course, led to Ellie's own affairs. Harmon liked to believe that their downfall was her fault, her lack of interest in him. Was it? Who knew? Who knew about women? Harmon didn't! Hell, he'd never understood women. He tried, but -- as his dearly departed mother had told him the night of his wedding, Just go with it, honey. Men will never understand us ... and we like it that way.

He laughed aloud, recalling that advice, then headed for the little office attached to his bedroom. He'd already locked the bedroom's door to the hall, and now Harmon locked the office door behind him as well. He dropped into his leather deck chair and tapped a key on his computer. After entering a ten digit security code and scanning his index finger, the computer opened up to his home page: Elizabeth's photo sharing site.

With an ordinary Yahoo mail account hiding his identity from Elizabeth, Harmon had been following his step daughter online since she'd opened the account. He knew every account she had, from photo sharing to Facebook to Twitter to ... well, all of it. Of course, it wasn't as if Harmon was a computer genius who knew how to find all of this. He had people for this, namely a Security Agent who worked for the corporation and -- as part of his duties -- kept track of the online adventures of anyone and everyone connected to Harmon, professionally and personally both.

He'd often scanned through her new pics and posts, but tonight Harmon's interest in Elizabeth went far beyond simply following her. He pulled a sheet of paper from his desk and -- tapping at the keyboard one fingered while holding the note in the other hand -- followed the instructions his Agent had given him. He had to back up a couple of times, and once when he got an error code, had to start an entire set of steps over.

Finally, Harmon got to the last instruction on the sheet: Press 'Enter'. He hesitated. This was so wrong. What he was about to do wasn't only immoral and invasive but illegal. But he couldn't resist. There was no certainty of success, but -- if he got caught -- there was a definite certainty of shit hitting the fan. He drew and released a deep breath, hovered his finger over the 'Enter' key, drew and huffed out a second one, then pressed enter.

In Elizabeth's room, the little red light at the top of the laptop sitting on her desk behind her illuminated. In Harmon's office...

(OOC: If her laptop is open, Harmon's going to see her room. If it isn't, he will see only blackness. I will let you decide which happens. )

 

[girlintexas99]

Eizabeth's room was typical for a girl her age. Except for the obvious things in the room that screamed "wealthy stepdad". When the computer camera was activated, she didn't notice but Harmon was able to see the full room for what it was. More like an apartment than a bedroom, the huge space featured a huge bed with a fancy canopy. The bed was worth thousands, it was custom built for her, and it even featured a mirror on the ceiling of it, Harm could think of a few things he'd like to use that mirror for and almost didn't agree to order it for Elizabeth but she kept insisting she wanted to check herself before she got out of bed.
Also in the room were expensive throw rugs, a huge walk in closet with mechanaical organizers that turned for her , and a huge bathrom with a oversized garden tub that could easily fit four.
She walked over to her underwear drawer, selecting something to selfie in... something that would really get her some "likes" she settled on the tiniest black thong she could find and matching bra that shoved her already spectacular breasts even more in the air. As she changed, unoblivious to the camera being activated, she thought about her step dad. Harm WAS pretty cool to not divorce mom and let them stay here. He alwasy treated her like a princess. Sometimes she even felt like one. Mom was still a looker, but it was obvious they just didn't work.
As she posed for her cell phone camera she had a thought to herself "What if you were in mom's shoes?" she thought. Well she never would cheat that's for sure. But the big question she answered to herself was "Yeah I'd fuck him." she thought. She even pictured herself in this very room, dressing up in this sexy little lingerie for only him... wouldn't that be something? It sort of turned her on...
What the hell, no one was around, the door was locked... she motioned onto the bed to begin playing with herself.

 

[tonyroleplays]

Harmon had half expected Elizabeth's laptop lid to be down, the result being that his own screen would simply have been black from the lack of signal. When instead he got a fairly wide angled view of the room, Harmon's lips spread in a pleased smile and he sat up to move closer to the flat screen, searching for the young beauty upon whom he was so desperate to spy. She was just stepping into view, carrying something black and lacy in her hands. Harmon murmured to himself, "You couldn't be this lucky, could you Harm ol'boy?"

He was, of course. The blackness in her hands was a pair of lacy underwear, and just a few feet from the active laptop camera, Elizabeth began stripping. Harmon sat up taller yet as the 18 year old beauty slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her boy shorts and slid them off her hips, over her shapely buttocks, and -- as she leaned forward, presenting the laptop with an almost straight on shot from behind -- down her athletic legs to her calves.

"Jeeee-sus..." Harmon murmured as, for just a moment, Elizabeth unknowingly presented him with a classic porn video shot of her pussy from behind. His again rock hard cock throbbed and a chill ran over him. She continued to strip, untying the bikini top and tossing it aside. Elizabeth had a wonderful pair of tits, large and firm with large, ever-hard nipples that had so often teased him through even the thickest of sweaters. He mumbled, "You fucking lucky bastard."

Elizabeth disappeared from view for a moment, returning in the black lacy bra and almost-nonexistent thong set. She was also carrying her cell phone, which she moved about looking for that perfect selfie shot. Harmon's lips spread in a smile again, knowing that once the show was over, he'd be able to remember this as often as he wanted by viewing the new self pic on her photo sharing sight.

Harmon had already gotten far more out of his little illegal and immoral activity than he'd ever expected, and while he'd had fantasies about what came next, he would never have imagined that it would actually happen. Elizabeth returned to her bed, which was only partially within the field of view of the laptop's camera, and...

"Oh ... Jesus..."

As Harmon watched, his teen age step daughter began rubbing one hand over her thinly enclosed breasts while the other caressed upon her belly, then lower to her thong, then ... under it! He couldn't believe this was happening, right here on the screen before him and just down the hall, almost within hearing range. Hearing range...? Harmon wondered whether the laptop's microphone would pick up Elizabeth's presumed moans or cries of pleasure. She really hadn't done anything so far that a microphone would have picked up, and there was no music playing, so Harmon had no idea of whether or not he would hear her.

As he watched her hands explore above and below the lacy fabric, Harmon's own hands got busier on his own body, one hand rolling his nuts while the other quickly and strongly stroked his thick cock.

 

[girlintexas99]

Elizabeth writhed as she rubbed herself underneath her panties on the bed. Stroking her nipple as she did so, it didn't take long for her to say "fuck it" and whip her panties off.
Once she did she leaned over to grab something on her bedside drawer and pulled out a pink dildo. She leaned back and slowly started to push it inside her little shaved honeypot.
As she did the microphone picked up her moan... "Ohhhhh Harmon... Ohhh that feels good"

 

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"Fuck it."

Harmon's lips spread in a pleased smile at the sound of Elizabeth's voice over the speaker. He'd watched lovers masturbate before and knew that without the vocal element, it wasn't nearly as enjoyable. But it wasn't just that he was going to hear his step daughter's moans, cries, and possibly screams of joy that excited Harmon. It was the thought that this was the first time he'd ever watched a woman do herself when she didn't know he was watching. Elizabeth wasn't doing this for Harmon's pleasure. She was doing it for her own. That meant that it was going to be one hundred percent real, with no possibility of faked orgasms performed simply for his viewing pleasure.

Just a moment after she'd uttered those words, Elizabeth had shed her panties, sending them to the floor. Harmon leaned closer to his computer, then reached a hand to the screen and pressed two fingers to it. He spread the fingers -- just as Elizabeth spread her thighs -- and got a zoomed in view of her sex as she continued playing her long fingers to it. Harmon's computer was the best, of course, so as he zoomed in again, the HD element adjusted the pixel count. It was almost as if she was playing with herself right there on his desk.

Oh, Elizabeth had a beautiful pussy. Shaved smooth, with glistening pink lips peaking out from the browner folds. Harmon had often masturbated to the fantasy of penetrating them, slamming his big cock deep into the girl's hole. Of course, it was a dream that Harmon knew would never come to fruition...

Until Elizabeth rolled out of the tightened camera shot for a moment, then rolled back into it with a dildo, forced it slowly into her not-yet-relaxed pussy, and moaned "Ohhhhh Harmon... Ohhh that feels good"

Harmon's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Jesus Christ! She said ... holy fuck, she's moaning MY name!

Somehow, it had never occurred to Harmon that Elizabeth would fantasize about sex with him. Or sure, in his fantasies, she'd often wanted him. In some, she'd even been the initiator. In others, he'd taken her against her will, only to have her moaning out his name by the time he'd pushed her to orgasm. But in reality...? No, Elizabeth had no reason to fantasize about Harmon. First, he was old: he'd just turned 50 last month, making him almost three times his step daughter's age. And second, of course, he was Elizabeth's mother's husband.

It wasn't right for her to fantasize about him any more than it was for him to fantasize about her. As Harmon watched Elizabeth work the pink dildo in and out of her easing pussy, rocking her hips and rolling her head as his name continued to slip from her mouth in a variety of fantasy phrases, Harmon wondered What next?

He was a man who was used to getting his way, and the way he wanted to get was into Elizabeth's pussy! He'd always wanted that, and now that he knew she wanted it, too, Harmon already knew that he would have Elizabeth ... somehow, soon.

Then a thought his him: What if she was fantasizing about you but wouldn't really take you in real life? Was that possible? Well, of course it was. He was her mother's husband, Elizabeth's step father. Just because he caught her moaning his name one time didn't mean that she'd quickly part her thighs for him if he walked into her room naked. His joyous fantasy was quickly dashed with the reality that maybe he'd never have Elizabeth, despite this one evening of wishful thinking on both of their parts.

He watched her finish -- finishing himself, too, of course -- then hit the escape button and severed the link between the two computers, fearful that she might see the little light at the top of her transmitting laptop's screen. He made himself a drink at the little wet bar in the corner of his massive bedroom, then paced about a bit, thinking.

The way forward was obvious: he was a rich man and she was a poor girl. Not poor, as in living on the streets begging for food scraps. But while she never had to fear dying of starvation or going to school in raggedy clothes -- unless, of course, that was the current fashion -- Elizabeth still had a lot of unfulfilled needs and wants.

Harmon's wife had insisted upon her marriage to him that her daughter not be spoiled like so many rich children had been, were now, and would be to the end of time. Ellie had come from money, too, but her father and her grandfather before her had been frugal men, even when it came to what they lavished -- or didn't lavish -- upon their own wives and children.

Harmon had obeyed Ellie's wishes. Instead of simply giving Elizabeth everything she'd ever asked for, he'd given his step daughter a modest allowance with which she could do as she pleased. He'd given her a wonderful birthday party and present each year, of course, and Christmas was always spectacular. But the rest of the year, Elizabeth's wants and needs came out of her allowance, and when it was spent, that money was gone.

As he paced to and fro, then moved to the balcony to look out upon the professionally sculpted lawns and gardens behind the house, Harmon imagined Elizabeth going into the adult store on her 18th birthday, picking out that big pink dildo, and telling the clerk, I'm buying this with the allowance my Daddy gives me. Harmon laughed at the idea.

So, that was how Harmon would get to Elizabeth: he'd buy her. Whether or not she was as interested in fucking Harmon as Harmon was in fucking her would soon become a moot point as he lavished expensive clothes and jewelry and weekend getaways upon her. She'd melt in his arms at the luxuries ... and then his cock would spew its thick contents into her pussy as he grunted with deep satisfaction.

 

[girlintexas99]

As Elizabeth began to inch the dildo into her she moaned even more. Once it had made its way to almost the base she slowly started pulling it back out, letting the feeling of it fill her up then leaving her aching for it as she pulled it out. She used her other hand to begin rubbing the clit pretending it was Harmon's hand. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of her Mom's husband, but the thought was already burned into her head and she went with it.
It wasn't long before she got into the rythtym of it, her hips were raised and she could feel her body getting hot.
"I need to come" she thought. So she sat up, took of her top to expose the rest of herself from being so hot, and propped two pillows up for her to kneel on. Then she positioned her dildo so she could sit on it. slowly lowering her little hole onto the big plastic body hitting the sweet spot she loved when she rode a cock. "MMMM" she begian to moan. and rocked herself into a new tempo. She was in a fast grind by the time she put her hand to her clit again. She could feel the electric signals all over her body that she was going to come, and when she did a wave came over her as she moaned in a sultry delight... it was a good night after all.

She awoke the next morning, hungry. She knew that if her mom and Harmon were not busy with social engagements, they would be having a late breakfast outside. She was still naked so she threw on some tiny denim shorts and a tight tank top that accented her gravity defying breasts. Her mom would dissaprove but maybe Harmon would stare a little... after that fantasy she had last night, she figured he deserved to stare a little from unwittingly giving her such an orgasm...
she walked to the veranda for breakfast...

 

[tonyroleplays]

(OOC: The picture of Harmon is out of context. He will be in the swim trunks, but he won't be at the beach, as you will read.)

(OOC: There is a comment below about then-14 year old Elizabeth's womanly form. This is not about sex. I note this because I don't want anyone thinking that I am making any references to sex with minors.)

Harmon was just rising out of the Olympic sized pool as Elizabeth emerged from the house into the arboretum that separated the former from the veranda. He casually leaned over to the lounge chair to retrieve and then don his sunglasses so that he could ogle her without such conspicuousness. He then lifted his towel to his body and dabbed away the droplets of crystal clear water, ensuring that the other end of the towel was dangling before his groin, hiding the hard-on which was already beginning to rage forth.

He looked Elizabeth over for the long moment it took her to reach him and her mother, whose back was to her daughter as she read the latest issue of one of her socialite or philanthropy magazines, what Harmon called her Got Money? Give Money? brag rags. Harmon had little patience for people who bragged either about how much money they had or how much money they gave away, whether it be from their own mouths or via articles such as those that fascinated Ellie. Make it, spend it, die happy was enough for Harmon. He didn't need to go around announcing how much he had to people who likely couldn't give a pellet of rat's shit about.

He had once needed those people -- Ellie's friends and acquaintances -- to get himself to where he was today. But no longer. He was a fucking wealthy man with a secure fortune. He no longer had to impress those people to get ahead ... because he WAS ahead. He was past the Make It phase, well into and continuing forward with the Spend It phase, and -- with any luck at all -- still far away from the Die Happy phase, though if he went tomorrow, he hoped he was happy at the time.

As Elizabeth sashayed along the Italian tile, emerging from the softer, filtered light of the overhead palms and thick vines for which Harmon had never known a name and into the already bright, warm sunshine of a beautiful June morning, he got a good look at her skimpy outfit and the body barely contained within it. A smile spread across his face with no effort from his lust addled brain to contain it. He knew that Elizabeth would know that he was checking her out, and -- despite his desire to conceal his now rock hard cock -- he had little concern for her spying his ogle. She was an incredible girl -- woman -- and she liked to show off her body just as much if not more than Harmon liked to look at it. No, he thought. NO one could like to show off her body as much as I like to look at hers.

"Honey, tell me again about that thing you were saying," Harmon prodded Ellie just before Elizabeth came into her view. Harmon's wife had a deep seated idiosyncrasy about finishing a conversation once started, and he knew that if he could get her talking from the bottom of her heart about this socialite or that charity before she saw how scantily dressed her daughter was, she wouldn't be able to break away from her possibly-lengthy monologue. He continued his prodding, "The one about the money going to ... where was it, Bangladesh?"

Ellie broke into her rapidly moving diatribe about how some agency had decided to bring to poor villages mobile filter rigs each capable of supplying pure drinking water to as many as 500 people a day. "And yet they aren't going to suppy the diesel fuel required to operate the things! Can you believe such..."

Ellie hesitated as her daughter passed directly before her lounge chair, her tight, teen ass -- barely contained in the skimpy shorts -- passing just two feet before her now wide eyes.

"...such ... stupidity..." Ellie desperately attempted to continue. As her eyes moved from the swaying ass to the easily noticeable nipples pressing through the thin tank, she struggled to continue, "...of these people. It's not like any of these..."

Harmon had been pouring a glass full of hand squeezed orange juice as Elizabeth neared and he offered it out to her now, whispering, "Good morning, Liz."

"...people ... have ever had to do without clean water," Ellie was fighting. As she watched the interaction between her daughter and her husband, her face was deepening in red from her inability to turn to the subject her brain was screaming to delve upon: her daughter's near-nudity before her husband. "They could at least..."

As Harmon offered out a tray of delicious breakfast delights to the very near standing Elizabeth, he looked to his wife and -- after a moments hesitation -- decided to give her a way out by interrupting her psychosis. "Honey, would you like another canapé?"

"My god, Liz!" Ellie was finally able to say, her husband having broken the spell. "Couldn't you wear something that at the very least would conceal the curves and crevices of your womanhood?"

Harmon laughed aloud at his wife's question. Ellie might have been an over-the-top proper, upper class socialite, but when it came to speaking to her daughter about female matters she'd rarely if ever held anything back. Harmon could still remember the day when then-14 year old Elizabeth came to the table for Sunday brunch wearing a thin tube top and no bra. Ellie had immediately snapped with disapproval, "Oh my God, NIPPLES!" and immediately grabbed her daughter by the elbow and led her back upstairs to dress properly. On another occasion the then-16 year old came to the pool in her first thong bikini, and you would have thought that the girl was running around naked by the reaction -- very graphically described reaction! -- from her mother as, once again, Ellie grasped her daughter by the arm and drug her upstairs for a reassessment of her desire to flaunt herself.

"I think she looks nice," Harmon said casually, without any hints of his lust for the girl. He gave her just a quick, cursory once over glance before -- still hiding his groin behind the long pool towel -- he turned to sit in his chair and added simply, "All grown up."

"Stripper!" Ellie described in one word her opinion of her daughter's appearance. She stood, stared down upon Elizabeth for a short moment, then turning and walking away announced dismissively, "I have an appointment with the Board for the Shelter."

Harmon watched his wife head off across the tiles, her thousand dollar casual heels clicking as she went. After she was well out of hearing range, Harmon turned his attention back to Elizabeth and said sweetly, "I like it, Liz."

 

[girlintexas99]

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as her mom left the table. "that went better than I thought it would" she thought.
She laughed in her head at her mom's double standard between the two of them, particularly remembering some of her own mother's pictures when she was younger and when she first got with Harmon. She dressed just as racy.... anyway Elizabeth figured she had the body for it so why not?
Then Harmon told her he likes the way she looked. She smiled sweetly, maybe looknig a little too long at him in his towel, having a flashback of last night's fantasy. Her mom was still a hottie, she pictured Harmon giving his mom intense orgasms, gradually the image in her head turned to other women and finally it was her... his voice brought her back to reality.
"Thanks Harmon." she said. "I figured she would be like that today." She picked up a banana from the fruit tray and begin to peel it. "What are you doing today?"

 

[tonyroleplays]

"What are you doing today?" Elizabeth asked, stripping the banana.

There was something very erotic about the way she was handling that long, thick fruit that made Harmon's lips widen further. He fantasized her slipping the end of the banana through her lips, then pushing it in ... and in ... until its entire length was deep into her throat.

"Sailboat shopping," he answered, finally able to pull his eyes up a bit to look into hers. "I sold The Eleanor last week. Too big. Good for a weekend trip out to the island--"

By the island Harmon meant, of course, his island. Grover's Rock wasn't big by any means -- just 22 acres, laid out in an almost perfect crescent moon shape -- but it was everything Harmon had ever wanted in a private getaway: the inner curve of the crescent was a small, deep water bay protected from the weather by high cliffs and from which you could watch the sun rise up from the Atlantic horizon; and the outer curve of the crescent offered both beautiful sandy beaches and rocky reefs, in which Harmon spent hundreds of hours each year observing the colorful fish and other sea creatures, as well as spear fishing. There was, of course, a beautiful house atop a rocky outcrop, as well as a small bungalow down near the bay. And in that bay was a boat house filled with toys, from personal watercraft to a banana boat that he'd bought from the DEA after they themselves had confiscated it from a Bahamian drug smuggler.

He went on, "--but too much for just a day cruise ... and too bulky for speed. Thinking about a racing cat ... or maybe a luxury tri upon which I could spend a night or two aboard."

Harmon carefully rose -- keeping the towel before his groin as he casually wrapped it around him, hiding his erection -- and suggested, "You should come with me ... check out what the marina had to offer." He leaned over the glass deck table to retrieve his keys, not realizing that doing so would offer the teen a good and up close view of his swollen cock behind tight, wet, bathing trunks. He slid the keys over nearer to Elizabeth, saying, "If you're interested, why don't you take the Jag. Meet me at the marina about noon."

He wondered what thoughts would be going through Elizabeth's brain at the suggestion of him using his favorite car. He'd leased her a basic, 4 year old, get-around-town BMW, which wasn't much in his eyes but was still much more than most kids her age had. But Harmon had never offered his step daughter the privilege of driving HIS jaguar.

 

[girlintexas99]

Elizabeth put the car into gear as she hit a straightaway and heard the machine roar to life. She loved this car. She loved it since Harmon bought it, she was happy with hers but this was a total gamechanger.
He said noon, she had a few minutes to take the long way...
She thought about the sudden change of heart in letting her drive the car. He had always been nice, but this was REALLY nice. She didn't mind though, she was just thinking about what must have changed. "Maybe mom and him got into another fight" she mused. She shook her head thinking of the peeks she caught of Harmon at the table with his wet trunks on. "No shrinkage there." she thought... She was having a few more dirty thoughts in her head as she pulled into the Marina. Harmon was already there talking to people. "He's such a boss." she smirked.

 

[tonyroleplays]

Harmon heard the familiar sound of his Jag as Elizabeth flew into the parking lot, taking the curves between parking sections as if it were a Grand Prix race track. He and the three others -- the marina manager, his wife, and his female assistant -- all turned to watch the Jaguar come to a sudden stop in a spot that was anything but a marked parking space.

"Nice," the manager said, meaning the car.

"One of my toys," Harmon said, also meaning the classic, well cared for machine.

But when the sexy teen in loose, revealing clothes that were whipped about by the light breeze, revealing long, athletic legs, the manager's assistant said with an obviously suggestive tone, "Which one?"

Harmon looked to her and met her smirk with one of her own, then reached out to the manager and said, "I'll have her back to you tomorrow."

They parted ways just as Elizabeth arrived at the bottom of the gang plank. Harmon jingled a set of keys before her, saying, "Postponed the sailboat purchase ... to sweat out the buyers, not because I've changed my mind or anything."

He took her by the elbow with a hold that hovered somewhere between fatherly and inappropriately intimate and walked her down the dock as he continued, "They're giving me the day to contemplate my purpose ... and to ensure that I do purchase, they've given us a loaner for the afternoon."

He slowed them at a slip in which an ocean going power boat was docked, a harbor boy already untying her for departure.

"Shall we...?" Harmon asked, a knowing smirk on his lips.

He knew from the way Elizabeth had handled the Jag that she'd be more than excited about a spin around the ocean in this powerful beast. And take his hand she indeed did, dropping down into the boat and claiming the front, port side seat. Harmon dropped behind the wheel, and as the harbor boy -- giving Elizabeth a conspicuous and hungry ogle -- pulled away the last line, he fired up the powerful jet motors with the push of a button, pushing it slowly forward until they'd cleared the limited speed area.

"Leave the world and your cares behind you," Harmon said, quoting the catch phrase of one of his travel companies as he eased the boat's speed higher and higher. By the time they cleared the last warning buoys, they were doing sixty knots, the boat lightly bouncing up and down in the rolling waves. He looked across to Elizabeth, smiled, eyed the way the wind blew her top around her delicious breasts, and asked, "Ready for some fun?"

He looked off to port and starboard, found what looked like smoother water thirty degrees left, turned the powerful craft, and slammed the accelerator forward. With a roar, the boat jumped forward and within seconds was doing almost 90 mph, barely touching the water as it seemed to just skim across the tops of the smaller waves.

Harmon paid close attention to the other craft on the ocean. There were progressively fewer to be seen the farther they went, but he knew that it wasn't the boat you saw but the boat you didn't see that always caused trouble for a fast moving boat like this. Before long, the harbor, and then the city, and then even the familiar coast line were gone behind them.

And, of course, as well as paying attention to the sea and other boats, Harmon paid close attention to Elizabeth as well. She was having the time of her life, and he used wanting to know of her excitement as a reason for looking at her often. But behind his dark sunglasses, Harmon's glances were more often than not to the beautiful, tight, teenage body that was so wonderfully displayed by the combination of scant clothing and strong winds. He wanted to slip between those long legs so badly, to find pleasure in the arms of this hot young thing.

Soon, he began paying closer attention to the navigational equipment on the dashboard. He wound down the speed as they neared a tiny, sandy beach island in the middle of no where. There was only one other boat to be seen -- a large ocean going sail boat -- and it was nearly a mile away on the other side of the little dry spot in the vast open sea.

Harmon brought the boat to a near stop, putting the engines in neutral. He turned and looked to Elizabeth, saying simply, "We're here." He pressed a button, and at the stern the rear anchor hit the water with a splash. The anchor line whirred as the boat's continuing forward motion spooled it out. When a red light flashed on the dash warning of the line's depletion, Harmon put the boat in reverse, stopped it dead in the water, then put it back in neutral and killed the engines altogether.

The world around them went silent, with the exception of the light breeze striking the boat and passengers and a dozen or so squawking birds on the island now a hundred yards away from their position. Harmon pressed another button, dropping the bow anchor into the water; then pressed a second button that began taking the slack out of the two anchor lines. Ultimately, the boat was caught in a game of tug of war between the two anchors, steadying it in place with the island off to the port side and the eight mile distant mainland shore to the starboard.

"Limited access, privately owned nature preserve," Harmon explained as he pointed out toward the island. He told Elizabeth that only two boats at a time were allowed her, for the preservation of the animal species living on it and in the waters around it and for the pleasure of those who wanted to get away from the rest of the world for a few hours. He caught a look from Elizabeth, smiled, then laughed a bit embarrassed. "Yes ... I own this island, too."

He stripped his shirt off as he fished a couple of cold beers from a cooler that had been stocked for them. He handed one out toward Elizabeth, despite her under age status, saying "I think there's a Kool Aid juice box if you prefer."

Once he was sure that the boat was secure in its anchorage, he dug out snorkels, masks, flippers, and underwater cameras. He described some of the fish and shellfish species that were below them, talking with obvious authority on them, even quoting a few Latin names as he did. He loved this place, and it was obvious in the way he talked about it.

Then, with his back to Elizabeth, Harmon stepped out of his deck shoes ... stripped off his shirt ... his loose fitting deck pants ... then peeled from his muscular buttocks the tiny speedo in which he'd meant for Elizabeth to initially think was already too little for him to wear. Now stark naked and with his back to his step daughter, Harmon slipped the mask over his head and down around his neck, grasped the snorkel and flippers in one hand and the camera in the other, and turned to sit on the edge of the boat, his semi-erect cock on full display for his step daughter.

As he lifted the camera to indicate what he'd be fishing with -- oppose to a pole and hook -- he said to Elizabeth, "Let's go fishing," then leaned back and did a slow summersault off into the shallow ocean behind them.

 

[girlintexas99]

Elizabeth was flabbergasted. Harmon was just full blown naked a few seconds ago in front of her, he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Was this a game?" she thought. "He NEVER did anything like that before!" She pondered for a few seconds. She could just strip down to her underwear and dive in, maybe even topless, but it looked like this was a dare to go full nude.

"Was this a trick? Would he tell mom?" she wondered. She figured he wouldn't since he would have to tell on himself too. She had no idea what he was up to. Maybe he was just showing off (He had a great body for an older man) or maybe he just was a secret nudist. She wasn't sure.

All she knew was Harmon was very nice. He didn't come across as a pervy old man to her, and she certainly never had any sexual pressure from him before (which was one of the reasons she was starting to be attracted to him)

She shrugged. "Oh well," she thought, "when in Rome..."

She stripped off her clothes and in a final breath of daring shamelessness, unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her hips. She stood freshly shaven and naked, donned her snorkel and diving stuff and leapt into the water.

 

[tonyroleplays]

Harmon descended about halfway toward the sandy bottom -- about 5 yards -- before ceasing his motion and looking upwards toward the boat. He waited, using his feet and hands to maintain his position, unsure of what to expect from Elizabeth. He knew she was qualified to dive and had, in fact, been diving with friends; so Harmon had no doubt that she would know what to do with the equipment he'd set out for her. And he knew she would pass up the chance to see this new, undiscovered -- to her, anyway -- and protected piece of ocean bottom.

The question weighing on his big head and causing swelling in his little head -- despite the cold of the ocean surrounding him -- was whether or not when she splashed into the shallow water she would be naked like himself. Despite the oxygen breathing apparatus in his mouth at that moment, Harmon was still able to smile a bit when he saw the stark naked form of his wife's daughter descending toward him.

He waited until Elizabeth reached him, ogling her conspicuously for a moment, before giving her a slow come this way gesture and turning to head for the closest portion of reef. As he kicked his legs about to turn him around, his semi-flaccid cock wafted lazily in the water before him.

Harmon led Elizabeth over the sandy bottom until they reached the rocks that marked the outer perimeter of the protected underwater habitat. Occasionally he turned to the teen, to point out interesting or beautiful sea life and ogle her again both. A couple of times, Harmon rolled over to his back to swim, kicking his flippered feet behind him. It caused his cock to wave about in his groin very much like some of the plants anchored to the rocks wafted in the light current.

Fifteen minutes had passed before they were finally close enough to the shore to stand in the now one meter deep water. Harmon shed his flippers, rose to his feet, shed his mask, and shook off the water. He turned toward Elizabeth who had fallen a bit behind and waited to see if she would join him in revealing her incredible for to him and, possibly, those from the other boat who may or may not have been on the very beach that was now only 50 meters away...

 

[girlintexas99]

Elizabeth wasn't sure what to expect when she swam down to meet him.

But as it seems, Harmon played it off very cooly, and proceeded to show her around the ocean floor, gesturing to her when something interesting came along in their sight. If he was thinking any dirty thoughts, he was very good about it, besides she couldnt see any expressions on his face with the gear on anyway. She did rather like looking at him though, amazed by how calm and carefree he was about swimming nude with her.

When he finally stopped swimming, she joined him, trying to casually come out of the water with grace so he could see her. How casual could she act?