Finding the Way with the Step-daughter (closed for teasingSophie)

"Don't be silly, Sophie," David quickly responded, walking past her. "I thought this would be nice for you, since you will be stuck here when I am in meetings in a few days..." His voice trailed off as he tried to think of a way to explain the one large bed.

He closed the door as she continued to walk around the different rooms of the suite. The bathroom was huge, with a hottub and a nice sized shower. There was a large sitting room with a reclining chair and a couch. "And if the bed bothers you I can sleep on the couch."

Continuing his exploration of the suite, he reached the bedroom. "The bed is huge!" he exclaimed. "I don't think we would even find each other on it!" he teased.

He walked up behind her, and putting his hands on her shoulders, said, "Isn't it a great suite?" David could smell the sweet aroma from her hair as he stepped closer behind her. "Come on you know you like it...don't you like to be spoiled?"
 
Sophie stood there calmly with him beihnd, his hands on her shoulders.
- The room's great yes. And the bed seems really comfortable for sure. But...

She took a step forward, and turned to face him.

- Let's not take a chance at the possible finding each other in the bed as you mentionned. The couch will be fine...

She grinned at him.

- So, any restaurant planned for tonight?
 
David smiled, though he could feel a small twinge of disappointment in his chest at Sophie's insistance about the bed. She seemed very happy with the entire arrangement, though. Her smiled looked sincere. If I trust her, he thought to himself, maybe she will trust me.

So he smiled at her again. "Couch it is then. No problem at all. Now as far as tonight is concerned, I was going to take you to a little restaurant along the riverbank. They have outdoor dining, drinking, and dancing, and I thought it would be perfect for our first night together."

He stopped himself, shaking his head. "The first night of our trip, I mean. And we are both here, that is why I said together. I did not mean 'our first night together' in the inappropriate way..." David's voice trailed off, hoping she believed his excuse. His mouth kept getting him in trouble, revealing what he was fantasizing about. Quickly, he continued, hoping she would ignore it. "It is a very nice place though, and if you don't want to get dressed up tonight, then we don't have to go there. We can go somewhere else."
 
Sophie smiled mischievously at him when he talked about the night together. She knew he had said it willignly. She knew he wanted to see her reaction. She took a step forward and stood right in front of him. Looking up into his yes, she caressed her cheeck with her fingers.

"I know which sense you put behind a night together David."

She turned back and walked towards the bedroom. Closing the door behind her... "I'll be ready in half an hour."


28 minutes later, she was coming out of the bedroom. Sophie had put on a skirt. Tight, red, leather, down almost to her knees and cut on one side. She had stockings under and then high heeled black boots. On top she was wearing a black blouse, tight too, showing her cleavage and letting one peek at some red lace. Her untied hair was flowing around her face, and she had put on some nice make-up.

"Ready to go, David."
 
David was buttoning his shirt in the front room of their suite when Sophie stepped out of the bedroom. As soon as he saw her, he felt his heart begin to pound, his breath start to quicken. He stammered, "You look absolutely..." and his voice trailed off. He was about to say "delicious," or "arousing," but quickly caught himself, instead saying, "You look absolutely ravishing, Sophie..." He felt his cock beginning to harden as looked her uo and down. Maybe he stared a little to long, his eyes studying her from head to toe, as she told him she was ready to go. David pictured his hands sliding slowly over her curves, along the top of her leather skirt, feeling her movements against him..."Okay, lets go." He lead her out to the street and hailed a cab, holding the door for Sophie to get in the back before climbing in after her.
 
Sophie caught his gaze, understanding its meaning and she liked it. After all, her little game was still working and that was quite nice to be appreciated and looked at.
She followed him to a cab and sat there. While they were driven through town, she was looking out of the window, smiling, discovering Paris. She loved ot see for real those places she had seen vitually only. her legs were closed tight, crossed. She was aware of some sideway glances form her stepdad.
She finally turned towards him with a smile.

"I don't know how I could thank you in any way for this trip, David. that's really ncie from you."

Was it a genuine smile or a mischievous grin? She had deliberately put the sentence that way to let his naughty mind wander along some dark paths.

She was laready imagining the looks at them in the restaurant. The older and nice-looking respectable man with that young provocative girl... That was amusing. And the looks from the driver in the rearview mirror were also amusing, he probably was glimpsing at anything he could catch, and wondering about this ccouple, probably making the counts of how much the olde rman had spent to have this girl.
 
There is one way you can repay me, he thought to himself. "Sophie, I am really happy you were willing to come with me," he said, aware of the cab driver listening in to their conversation. He reached for her leg, setting his hand gently right above her knee. The edge of his hand brushed against the leather of her skirt, while he felt the soft, thin material of her stockings beneath his hand. David almost took his hand away, his mind screaming for him not to touch her like this. But his hand remained, against her leg. "The only way you can repay me is for you to have a good time." He knew exactly what he wanted to do to help her have a good time. David smiled, hoping his lust was not visible in his eyes.
 
Sophie felt his hand on her knee, and looked down at it. She then returned her gaze to his face and smiled again.

"Be sure I'll have all the good time I want, David. I won't spoil a trip to Paris with not having fun..."

She looked again at his hand.

"And you, are you planning to have some good time too?"

It was the moment they reached the restaurant and the driver stoppped the cab. He turned his head and asked for something in French, he seemed to be annoucning the amount of their little driving through the city. David paid him.
 
As Sophie spoke to him, David realized that it was probably not a secret to her what he was trying to do by taking her to Paris. He even started to wonder why he was hiding it from her. If his words had not made it plain what he wanted, his body certainly did. He gently caressed her leg as he paid the taxi driver, before stepping out of the car, hurrying to her side to open the door.

"Sophie," he said, as she took his arm, "I am having a good time. I am sure that I will have an amazing time before the trip is over." He smiled at her, knowing she could probably understand what his mind was thinking of doing to her. "So, yes, I am planning on having a good time."

He led her down the small side street, the sidewalk full of tourists and locals, taking pictures, strolling with their lovers. David pulled her closer to him as they walked until he could feel the length of her body against his side. "Stay close to me," he said, "There are pickpockets everywhere here."

Despite the long line, they were seated immediately upon entering right next to the dance floor. Already people were dancing, obviously enjoying themselves. The music changed with each song, from ballroom dancing to hip hop to club dancing. All the dancers were moving perfectly to the beat, no matter what the music, their bodies sway against one another.

Club music started to pound through the speakers. David reached across the table, taking Sophie's hand, and said, "Dance with me, Sophie." He began to stand, to guide her on to the dance floor.
 
Sophie smiled at his words and all their double-meaning. She amde sure to sway her hips when he pulled her close, sure of her effect on him. She didn't know how but they were seated rather quickly, and she wondered how much David had given away for that privilege.

"David, this is not my music style. If oyu wanna please me, don't pull me to dance music like that: You should have listened more carefully to my room. or read and googled the names on my tshirts. besides, isn't it too early to dance' i'm so hungry..."
 
David felt like a fool. He started to sit down. "I thought those were just phrases..." he started to say about her shirts, but decided he already had looked "uncool," and the best option right now was to stay quiet. The waiter came and took their orders. In the silence between them, David felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Soon, the champaigne was flowing. David leaned forward "Sophie, I really am trying. I hope you can see that." He took a bite of his food. "I need a little help here. I am not good at figuring you out unless you tell me." He took a long drink from his glass of champaigne, hoping she would understand.
 
Sophie cheered, making their galsses cling. She smiled at him, took a couple of sips from it... And smiled again.
"Need some help? OK, after the meal, let me guide you to a better place to dance, OK? I did my reserach on the net and talked with a couple of friends, I know where to go."
her smiled had turned to a grin. She knew ell she was playing with him...
 
David felt a little panic in his chest, a hesitation at her suggestion. This was the complete opposite of the way it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the one guiding Sophie, and here she was offering to teach him something. But, he figured in the dark part of his mind, Sophie being happy would make her more likely to yeild to him. He imagined her opening her legs to him beneath her skirt, accepting his cock...He shook his head trying to clear his head of the increasingly dirty thoughts in his mind. "Anywhere you would like to go, Sophie," he whispered as he worked at finishing his meal.
 
They ate their meal with delight, keeping to some chitchat. Sophie made sure that he knew the opening hours of the museums she had in mind. Tomorrow would be Louvres day!

After the meal and a bottle of french red wine, they finally took off and hailed another cab. Sophie gave the driver the adress and they were soon moving through the city. She was feeling a bit dizzy, and she was in a partying mood.

The palce where the ended was called "La Cave" and Sophie liked it. She had seen a lot about it on the internet and more than one friends had advised to go there. She giggled when she saw David's face. The people going in and out at the entrance were more of the rock type. Mainly black clothes. Long hair for both genders. Tshirts with band logos. And loud music heard form the inside. Very loud music. Heavy, full of distorded guitars, and heavy drums, and some psychedelic synthetic sounds over them. A perfect ghotic-indus place. Sophie was really happy wih a broad smile.

"Ready to follow me in?" She asked David and soon she was diving to the entrance...
 
David definitely felt confused as he got out of the car. The young people that Sophie was dragging him towards looked dark, angry, and definitely not what he had hoped Sophie would turn out like. She seemed thrilled though when they arrived and the crowd looked like a funeral and a clown all combined into one.

For a moment he felt relieved when heard the electric guitars. In his younger years, he had followed rock and roll bands. But they were doing something to the guitars that sounded...well, loud and strange to him. "Sophie, are you sure this is where you want to go?" But she did not hear him, as she stood in the entrance, a big smile coming to her face.

He stood behind her, speaking in her ear so that she could hear him over the racket. "Okay, Sophie, I am trusting you. I don't know what this is or what I should do..." I guess this is what she wants, he thought. David paid the doorman the cover charge--5 euros each, which he thought was ridiculous--and followed her in.
 
Sophie was giggling as they were going downstairs. She screamd in David's ear as a new song begun "Oh yes they're playing Rammstein, i already love that DJ."
She released his arm and ran downstairs to oose herslef among the people on the dancefloor. There were people dancing around, some jumping against each other in the vacarm. There were a couple of stages on which some girls really shortly dressed were dancing. There even was a cage hanging above the audience in the middle of the room in which a young man and an even younger girl were dancing in very explicit moves, simulating what could only be sex.
And Sophie felt at ease in the middle of all this and was laready dancing in the very tight crowd.
 
David definitely felt out of place, in his manner, in his clothing, in his age...all these young people, who obviously knew what they were doing, practically screwing each other in the open on the dance floor. It was very clear what everyone was looking for by being here.

He finished walking down the stairs, watching his stepdaughter, fitting in perfectly with this group of people she did not know. Carefully observing the young people from the edge of the dancefloor beneath the strobing lights, he attempted to understand the dance moves. The only thing to do was to try it, he thought to himself. If this made Sophie happy, then maybe, just maybe she would allow him to...he shook his head.

Needing to distract himself from these thoughts, David waded through the crowd on the dance floor towards Sophie. Sliding up behind her, he attempted to match the movements of all the people around him. His hand reached for her hip as it moved, leaning forward to shout in her ear, "You will have to show me how I am supposed to do this!" He was hoping she would not think he was uncool for asking, but would instead help him. He was doing this for her, he reminded himself.
 
Sophie looked back when the hand landed on her hip, it was David, she smiled at him. And she laughed loud at his question. "Just let your body follow the rythm, David, follow the flow."
She swayed her hips for a moment, feeling trying to follow, and she grinded a bit backwards as his hand didn't left her hip...

Until she t broke their dance and helped herself on one of the table where girls were dancing already. She made her way in their group, near the edge of the table, and grinned down at David. And at the other men looking at her with broad smiled. She began to dance... swaying her whole body, moving her hands along her side, leaning her head back and letting the music posess her. She knew it was sensual, she loved that feeling, she loved being watched. And David's lust in that was not a bad idea. her game with him was nice. But only a game of course.
 
David felt Sophie lean back against him, moving with the beat of the music. Looking down below her waist, he watched as her body began to grind against him slightly in her short red skirt. It was very sexual, feeling his swollen cock push against her. He held her by her hips tighter, pulling her against him as they swayed to the music together.

When she climbed up on the table, he watched her move. She was showing off for lots of the men, but he could not help but notice her grinning down at him. Was she putting on a display for her step-father? he wondered quietly to himself.

She looked like a showgirl, like a stripper. Her hunger to show off made him want her even more.
 
Sophie was feeling completely entranced by the music, moving her body rythmically, a basic and animal instinct in answer to the bass resonating in her very bones. Her head arched back, her eyes closed, she had more and more lascive moves. her hair wa slike an animal mane, wild and moving by itself. She parted her legs a bit in the dancing, maybe or not aware that the people down there could peek under her short skirt at the top of her held-up seamed stockings and the red lacy thing she had put on. In fact she didn't care, she was completely into the music... And she began to feel hadns on her as the other dancers were so close, they all dancing together in unisson.
 
David was transfixed by Sophie as she gyrated directly in front of him, dancing provocatively. It was not a secret anymore the lust he felt for her, and he knew that she was very aware of the physical reaction he would experience. As she continued her lewd movements, he could not help but study her form, her long legs, her swaying hips, her head tossing her hair with the beat of the music.

He almost could not contain himself as she lost herself deeper into the music, rubbing up against the other girls dancing on the table, hands exploring each another's bodies. Her legs parted as she became less cautious, and he looked directly beneath her skirt, seeing a flash of red mixed with the lace of her stockings.

David wanted to reach out and touch her legs, to pull her down and dance with her longer, to show her the erection she had stimulated in his pants, but he knew that if he made a mistake there would probably no going back. So he just watched, enjoying the show she was putting on for him and the growing crowd of admiring men and women around him.
 
Sophie slowed down her moves, She bent her knees and leaned forward towards David, putting her hands on his shouclers. Holding on him, she jumped to the floor woth a flash of a smile.
"Need some drink" She said loud over the music in his ear.
And she began to walk away towards the bar. In those moves, she had brushed herself along him and had felt his hardness. That was a pleasant feeling, to be desired that way.
Making her way in the crowd, she reached the bar without David. And as she put her elbows on the emtallic surface, she called the barmaid for a vodka shot. At her side, a tall and msucular guy in black leather looked down at her with a smile "salut ma belle" did he say... She knew enough French to understand it globally.
 
He could feel Sophie brush against him as she headed to the bar. The touch of her hand along his stiff erection, though accidental, sent shocks through David's blood. Quickly, he followed her as she walked straight to the bar.

The club was becoming quite crowded with people, and though he could still see her tousled hair, he was not quite able to reach her. Suddenly, he could see a big brute of a man, decked out in leather from head to toe standing next to Sophie. He was leaning down to say something in her ear.

David did not like this one bit. Why had he brought her here? It was a mistake, he realized. He found himself pushing through the crowd of people around the bar. Eventually he was able to stand near Sophie, though several people were between the two of them. He leaned forward, calling for the barmaid. Holding out his credit card, he said loudly over the music, "The girl with the red hair. Get her anything she wants. She does not pay." The barmaid smiled and nodded, and as she started to walk away, David called her back. "And a brandy for me, please, no rocks."
 
As the tall guy, François, who appeared to be able to talk in English (although with a terrible accent), turned to say something to his frineds, Sophie leaned in closer to David "What are you trying to do? Giving me an open bar? You're not looking to take advantage of a young drunken girl, are you?"
And she turned back to François. They both took down their vodka shots, ordered a second for each and get them down quickly. Then François took Sophie's hand, inviting her for a dance. She followe din the crowd. She gave David a backwards smile and wink while following before getting to dance. The heat of the alcohol, the throbs of the music, the steameingly hot crowd, everything was making her a bit dizzy now. She let herself go and follow the rythm, her moves more and more explicit and seductive. She was dancing that way with François's hands on her hips...
 
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