TheOlderGuy
Purveyor of Pleasure
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- Nov 21, 2001
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was my daughter's best friend. She came as a teenager to live with us when her parents fell on hard times. Tho we were not related by blood I treated her as if she were my own, and she loved me as a Dad, having never had the luxury of such attention from her own father.
It was, therefore, with some discomfort that I realized that she had become a woman, and a most attractive one at that. Our home was always one that allowed for total openness, and it was often that we would see each other naked around the house. Many times when I would be sunbathing nude in the backyard, Julia would come and spread her towel beside me and we would lie together talking of things both great and small.
The awkwardness grew, however, as I realized that her own sensuality was blossoming, and at times I felt that she was angling for something more than innocent contact between us. My fatherly instincts prevailed, at least until her eighteenth birthday. We had planned a festive day for her, and I had sipped liberally from the pitchers of margueritas. At the end of the night I startled us both by giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. She participated fully, but as we pulled away I could see a look of confusion in her eyes. What had once been only fantasy was now an elephant in the living room.
We never spoke of it, and several months later she enrolled in the community college, and got a small apartment near campus. I stopped by on my way home from work to check on her. As she opened the door, I knew that we were in trouble. She was dressed in an adorable sundress that barely hid her small perky breasts, and was riding far up her sweaty ass.
We embraced warmly, as we always did, and we kissed each other lightly on the lips, all quite normal. But then as if following a script we both went back in for a longer deepr hug, and our eyes locked in one of those questioning stares that has only one answer. Our mouths drew ever so slowly back together, lips nibbling ever so slightly, tongues darting tentatively toward each other. Her hands abandoned their neutral position, searching for the muscles of my back and shoulders. And with all my fatherly reserve lost, I reached beneath the light fabric at the hem of her sundress, and lightly stroked her luscious cheeks.
It was, therefore, with some discomfort that I realized that she had become a woman, and a most attractive one at that. Our home was always one that allowed for total openness, and it was often that we would see each other naked around the house. Many times when I would be sunbathing nude in the backyard, Julia would come and spread her towel beside me and we would lie together talking of things both great and small.
The awkwardness grew, however, as I realized that her own sensuality was blossoming, and at times I felt that she was angling for something more than innocent contact between us. My fatherly instincts prevailed, at least until her eighteenth birthday. We had planned a festive day for her, and I had sipped liberally from the pitchers of margueritas. At the end of the night I startled us both by giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. She participated fully, but as we pulled away I could see a look of confusion in her eyes. What had once been only fantasy was now an elephant in the living room.
We never spoke of it, and several months later she enrolled in the community college, and got a small apartment near campus. I stopped by on my way home from work to check on her. As she opened the door, I knew that we were in trouble. She was dressed in an adorable sundress that barely hid her small perky breasts, and was riding far up her sweaty ass.
We embraced warmly, as we always did, and we kissed each other lightly on the lips, all quite normal. But then as if following a script we both went back in for a longer deepr hug, and our eyes locked in one of those questioning stares that has only one answer. Our mouths drew ever so slowly back together, lips nibbling ever so slightly, tongues darting tentatively toward each other. Her hands abandoned their neutral position, searching for the muscles of my back and shoulders. And with all my fatherly reserve lost, I reached beneath the light fabric at the hem of her sundress, and lightly stroked her luscious cheeks.