Last Minute Swap(closed)

[shizzz]

Lance had finished packing his bag last night. The entire office was buzzing with this leadership/teambuilding/networking retreat. The firm had had one of its best years yet and set the venue for Hawaii. It was perfect

He had married his wife only 4 months ago in a whirlwind relationship that had only lasted for 6 months and he was finally going to get to have her meet all the people he spent 70 hours a week with. She was supposed to be all packed by the time he got home. As usual he was running late and they would have to practically turn right around to make it to the airport

The biggest downside was that 2 weeks a go his stepdaughter had joined them. She had graduated high school and was taking a year off. And he had not had a lot of time to get to know her. But there would be plenty of time for that when they got back from their 2 week trip

He pulled up in his black jaguar, rushed to the door opening it up

"Babe, come on. We got to go" he called out

 

[nymphonadia]

Cherry came down the stairs in her red tanktop and a tight pair of jeans. She had a heavy duffel bag slung over her shoulder and she gave Lance a wry smile.

“Mom says you should take me,” she said, with all the weary sullenness her 18-year-old heart could muster. “Her sister’s having another one of her episodes, and she’s headed down to Cleveland.” It was true. Her aunt was, to put it politely, batshit crazy, and every year or so, someone had to go get her out of some kind of trouble. This time she’d broken into her neighbor’s house to steal eggs. Cherry wasn’t disappointed about going to Hawaii, but she’d been so close to having the house to herself for a few days, instead of being hauled halfway around the world by the stepfather she barely knew. The fact that her mother had gone and married the guy before ever mentioning to Cherry that she was even seeing anyone was a sore spot, and this just made it worse. So instead of going into any detail about any of it, she just walked around him and out to the car.

“Check your messages if you don’t believe me,” she said.

 

[shizzz]

He stood there frozen, caught off guard by the cool sullenness with which she basically ruined the next 10 days

"Wha....?" He half asked as she walked around him. And suddenly he remembered his phone ringing on several occasions through out the day. He had swiftly silenced them all as he rushed to finish off the things he needed to in order to have a care free vacation. He had all the intentions of working as little as possible in this vacation and exploit it as more of a second honeymoon

He dug his phone out of his pocket, and his face grew
Red with fury as he listened to his wife's dismissal. She had known how important it was for her to meet his colleagues, so she had said to send cherry instead.

"Fuck" he cursed as he ran his hands through his coarse dark hair. His eyes slid out the door, catching cherry toss her bags I the car then hop in

"Fuck!" He said as he followed her out and hopped in the car, quickly peeling out of the driveway

"I can't believe this shit!" He said as he drove
Viciously to the airport, swerving through traffic at a minimum of 80mph

"You better not screw around with this. I have a lot riding on this and I need you to do a good job of convincing people you are your mother" he told her as some of the logistics began to register. One room with one queen bed. Several nights with dancing and cocktails. Shit she wasn't even legal to drink! Well he would figure that out later

"I hope your mom gave you more then just stuff like that to wear, finally realizing just how mush of her young pert chest was on display. Well maybe people wouldn't notice how young she looked if their eyes were focused on her tits?

"I got a lot riding on this. Sorry if I'm an ass, but this is a massive cluster fuck" he said as he pulled up to the valet for long term parking at the airport. He hopped out as the valets grabbed their bags, one of them letting his eyes longer on Cherry's tits as she stepped out. Lance Morgan cleared his throat loudly to get him to behave. He stiffed the guy as their bags were checked and they stepped inside the terminal

"Let's find our gate"

 

[nymphonadia]

She couldn’t believe what a complete jerk Lance was. He was hardly looking at her, cursing her out as he drove like an absolute maniac towards the airport. Like this was somehow her fault, as if she had planned to make her aunt freak out. It wasn’t as if she wanted to come, and every word he snapped at her made her set her jaw harder, her lush lips pout out a little more.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting them up even higher. Convince people she was her mother? Was he insane? She started to answer him, but he was off on another tangent, criticizing her clothes. She could hardly believe he was saying it, but he was, and he was looking at her tits the whole time. Fucking pig.

He drove to the airport valet, offering her the weakest apology imaginable. The ‘sorry, but’ that meant he wasn’t really sorry at all. No, he was just a jerk, a pig, a fuckhead. And a cheap one, too, not even tipping the valet who grabbed their bags, just because he was looking at her tits. She met the guys’ eye and gave him an apologetic smile, and hustled after Lance.

“Hey,” she said, as she caught up to him, hurrying to stay even with him. “I’m not stupid, you know. I’m never going to pass for 45, so if you think people are going to believe I’m mom, you might as well forget it. Just tell them the truth. Or guess what, you’re showing up with a hot, blonde teenager with big tits. Let’s face it, going to Hawaii with a girl that looks like me is going to make you look like the most successful guy there. The men will all be jealous, and the women will all think you’ve got it going on.”

As they reached the gate she sighed. “You could be a little nicer about it. It’s not my fault she couldn’t come, and I’m trying to help you out. And don’t worry, I’m not going to be wearing jeans there, duh.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance and stepped away, her arms still folded, her back to him, filled with wounded pride and indignation. She had a whole bag full of clothes. Well, bikinis. And a few skimpy, tight dresses to go clubbing in. And some cute miniskirts and tops to mix if they went shopping or something. Mostly, her bag was full of shoes. Still, he didn't need to know that.

 

[shizzz]

Her little tirade had him on the offensive almost instantly, but he paused. He could finally see how he had been. And the last thing he needed was her posed off. He needed her on his side.

She now lad get back to him and he took a moment to process what she had said. His eyes slid over her slim waist and curbing hips. He stepped up behind her.

"I'm sorry. Your so right" he told her as he put his hands on her shoulders.

"This isn't how either of us had expected the next 10 days to go. But you got to know. I booked this as a spouse. The company wouldn't pay for anything less. But your right, this can be a benefit. You sound like you wouldn't mind being a trophy wife. Making all the other guys jealous. And I don't mind spoiling you rotten if you do" he told her with a smile, slowly turning her around to face him.

"You definitely can't pull off 45. But easily 23" he said with a grin

"Let's make the best of this for each other. And I guess we can really get to know each other too after all we are sharing a room"

 

[nymphonadia]

When he put his hands on her shoulders, she turned with fury in her eyes to get him off her. But in the split second before she actually slapped him, what he was saying sank in. She was right. He was actually admitting she was right. She stared at him in surprise, trying to remember the last time an adult had ever told her she was right about something. She couldn't remember anything.

She grinned at him. It made sense that he'd be upset, really. He had just married mom, who was definitely a babe for being an older woman. His company was expecting him to show up with a wife, not a teenage girl.

"Hey," she said. "It's cool. You have every right to be pissed off. Just not at me." She blushed a little when he spoke about being a trophy wife. She had just proposed it herself, but there was a look in his eyes as he talked about making the other guys jealous that made her feel flustered. Pulling off 23 sounded a lot more flattering than pulling off 45. And then he said the next thing, and she blushed even more.

"Uh, what?" she said. "Sharing a room?" Of course, she thought as soon as the words were out. He wouldn't book two rooms for him and his wife. She crossed her fingers that they at least had a room with two beds, but she understood why they couldn't ask for one now. "That's going to be ... interesting."

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as she seemed to lighten up, a little more excitement and less anger slipping into her voice

"Yeah. Interesting indeed. I definitely think this is something your mom did not think about. But I am in a bit of a spot of in gonna set up some good connections here" he told her, his mindset turning back towards the negative again

"I guess we will just have to do our best and try to understand where each of us is coming from. Your getting a sweet ass vacation, but your gonna have to help me pull off this business thing. I'm getting a gorgeous trophy wife", and as he said it he did let his eyes dip over the low cut top, a little smile registering on his face for a very brief moment.," but I owe you a good vacation" he said

Jus then they began to board. It was going to be along flight. And on the flight he was gonna tell her about the agenda. There were nights with business dinners and dances. Some nights were free. And there were some scheduled daytime activities too

"I hope you. An see that we might just have to put up a good front. A little awkward hand holding and such if we are going to sell this" he said as he finished up pointing out his concerns as the plain cruised over the ocean.

 

[nymphonadia]

They boarded and Lance wasted no time explaining everything that was going on. It was a little overwhelming, but Cherry noticed there were a few days and nights free. She'd be able to hit the beaches and the clubs a little, at least. She smiled, and laced her fingers through hers.

"Well, we have to be used to touching each other if I'm going to pass as a trophy wife, right?" she whispered, and smiled at him. She looked at the agenda and pouted a little. She noticed his eyes weren't strictly avoiding her chest, and she cleared her throat in a passable imitation of how he had cleared his at the valet. Her own mother's husband, she thought, but she wasn't able to muster up the outrage she should have. Truthfully, it was just as exciting to have him notice her as it was anyone else. She grinned when she thought of spending the next week sharing a room with him. She could tease him into a frenzy, without even really trying.

"Look, I'll play the part and do whatever I can to help you make the connections you need to make, but when we don't have some activity scheduled, I get to do whatever I want, OK?"

 

[shizzz]

He scolded himself as he heard her clear her throat. It was exactly guanine had felt. But this was gong to be the beginning of a very eye opening experience.

"Great Cherry. I'm so glad we are on the same page" he said when she mentioned touching. He chuckled when she called the nights off.

"That's fine. But we have to stay in spouse mode. I can't have you off clubbing and be seen fraternizing with someone else. If you can vow to be my 'wife' the whole time I can certainly agree. I can't afford to be considered a cuckold" he told her, and he reached his hand over and placed it on her thigh.

"Thanks Cherry. It takes a real mature person at your age to be able to take this seriously. I can't stress enough how much this could men for the next 5 years of my career in the firm"

He said as he sat back, giving her thigh a squeeze before removing his hand.

"So what kind of things do you think you'll wanna do?"

 

[nymphonadia]

"Fraternizing?" she giggled, but she understood his point. She also understood what he was asking. He put his hand on her thigh and she grinned. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders, making her tits jiggle ever so slightly.

"We're only there a week," she said. "Do you think I'm the kind of girl who's going to meet some sexy surfer hunk and just start fucking him all over the place?" Which had sort of been the plan. Well, she hadn't thought about sharing a room with Lance. That was going to make things a little more complicated.

"I'm not going to screw this up for you, ok? I promise," she said. He could take that however he wanted. She was only going to be 18 once, though, and she didn't think there would be too many more trips to Hawaii. As long as she was discreet, there shouldn't be any problems. Still, telling Lance that would just make him nervous.

"What do I want to do?" she laughed. "Are you serious? We're going to Hawaii, right? I'm going to hit the beaches and the clubs. What else is there to do? There's got to be good shopping somewhere."

 

[shizzz]

He smiled at her vibrant youth, and he couldn't help but notice the healthy jiggle of her chest that seemed to come with every movement

"Come on now. I was young once. I understand that sometimes you wanna just live and to hell with consequences. Just please not here" he told her with a smile

"And if you act the perfect trophy wife i might even take you shopping like one" he said with a grin. "As to the clubbing dancing and beach going. Absolutely!" He told her with a smile, letting his hand land on her thigh as he shifted in the seat

"We just gotta get used to acting like a couple. I don't want us appearing all awkward. I really need these people to think I got it all" he sad as he gave her thigh a squeeze.

"I hope your ok with that. It might seem a little weird with me and your mom and all. Just pretend like it's a game and o think we won't have a problem" he said with a grin.

"Now let's try and rest up. We got 5 more hours and there are activities schedules for tonight" he said with a grin

He was able to quickly fall asleep. The last few weeks had him working constantly, and before he knew it, dreams of his new 'wife' bikini clad in the beach, or scantily clad in the dance floor had his blood boiling as he slept. The effects of these dreams made his shorts grow snug along one thigh as he thickened and stiffens all while sleeping heavily

 

[nymphonadia]

She smiled at him. It wouldn't be hard to play the part. He was cute for a guy old enough to be her Dad. And if she did meet someone she couldn't resist, well, she'd just have to sneak around, just like she really was his wife. She patted his hand, reassuringly. Then she leaned close, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry," she whispered, and planted a feathery kiss on his earlobe. "They're going to think you won the pussy lottery. We'll make sure of that."

He was asleep before long, but she couldn't get comfortable. It seemed like every time she dozed off, some electronic beep would sound, or they'd hit some turbulance. It was nothing serious, but it was enough to keep her awake. An hour into the flight, she went to the rest room, and when she came back, she saw the bulge in Lance's shorts.

No wonder Mom married him so quickly, she thought. She looked around. Everyone nearby was asleep, or so wrapped up in their tablets and laptops that they weren't paying any attention. She tried to guess from the shape in his pants how big he was, but it was impossible to tell just by looking. She was tempted to touch it, just through his shorts, but she resisted. He was her step-father, after all. What would he think of her if he woke up to find her groping his dick?

Finally, she took the inflight magazine out of the pocket and draped it across his lap discreetly. At least nobody else would see. A little later, she finally fell asleep.

 

[shizzz]

The sounds of carts passing down the aisle woke Lance up. His drams had been a bit alarming, he thought to himself as he got his bearings. Strange, he didn't remember looking at the magazine that was in his lap.

He turned to look at Cherry, ready to ask her. But she aid fallen asleep

She was leaning on his shoulder, partially twisted. And he could not help but notice the view that the angle afforded him. Her top was stretched tight with the swell of her breasts. And he couldn't help but think of what she had whispered in his ear

"The pussy lottery?", he asked in a soft questioning voice, "it looks like I've won the titty lottery too" he said with a chuckle that partially disgusted him. This was his wife's daughter. And his wife had nothing on her chest, he thought to himself as he watched her chest swell with every breath. A damn fine lottery indeed.

He twisted and tried to get comfortable. There was another hour or two left of flight, maybe he could find another good dream?

 

[nymphonadia]

Cherry heard his voice in her dream and smiled. Yes, the tit lottery, too. Half awake, she frowned. She'd never imagined Lance was a tit man. Her mother had less curves than the average ten year old. She wondered if his cock had gotten so hard because of her tits. He'd definitely been checking them out. She smiled and another hiccup of turbulence woke her.

She had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder, and she blushed as she sat up. She yawned and stretched, knowing her tits would be nearly spilling out of her top.

"Are we almost there?" she said, sleepily. She looked around at the other passengers and decided no. The plane was mostly asleep. Her eyes dipped down to his lap and she blushed again.

 

[shizzz]

He let his eyes wander over her as she slept, the sight was beginning to make him hard. Then a small bump woke her up. She stretched, the tight top pulling against her tits, making the flesh swell out of her neckline. He licked his lips

" we have another hour or so" he said as he twisted in his seat. But now I don't think I can sleep anymore" he told her as he fidgeted in his seat.

He grabbed the magazine from earlier and began to read it. Holding it low to try and cover his swelling member. After her stretch her top had slid a little and he could now see her bra peeking out. It was hot.

 

[nymphonadia]

She noticed him fidgeting and followed his eyes to her chest. One of the straps of her tank had slipped off her shoulder and the black, lacy edge of her bra was showing, and she blushed a little. But then she smiled.

"I'm going to see if I can sleep a little more," she said. "It sounds like a big night, and I'm going to need to bring my A game to bullshit these people." She shifted in her seat and closed her eyes again. She had purposefully left the strap where it was, to tease him a little. As soon as her eyes were closed, she found herself thinking how foolish that was. They were going to be sharing a room for the next nine (or was it ten? she couldn't remember) nights, and the last thing she wanted was to end up hooking up with her own step-father. Even if his cock was everything it appeared. Just thinking about it was making her horny.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she squeezed her thighs together.

 

[shizzz]

He watched her fidget around a bit and settle in. She had turned a bit, step ring to get more comfortable on her side. This had the unfortunate affect , or fortunate he was not sure, of squeezing her breasts together in a large swell of cleavage. This coupled with the strap slipping from her shoulder to reveal the full round mound of the top of one delicious looking tit.


He cursed himself, cock beginning to twitch and grow again as he found himself hoping to see
More of his daughter, even if it wasn't by blood, it was still wrong

"Ok. I'm gonna try and do a little reading about where will be so I can make some suggestions about how to spend our free time " he said

Then he promised himself he would look at her cleavage for the rest of the flight.

He broke that promise less than 30 seconds later. It wasn't his fault. It was the tops she wore. And just how nice they looked!! Right?

 

[nymphonadia]

When Cherry woke up again, the plane was going down. They were preparing for landing, and she was unbearably horny. She could feel her pussy full of juice, her lips sliding together every time she moved in a terrible, delicious torment. Her tank had fallen lower. Her bra was all that covered her left breast, and the nipple was plain to see through the lace. She fixed the strap, covering herself, and glanced at her step father.

“‘Morning,” she said, and smiled shyly. She reached down to dig a mint out of her bag and popped it in her mouth. She couldn’t help glancing down at his lap, remembering the shape of his stiff cock outlined by his shorts. She knew she shouldn’t think about it, but she couldn’t help it.

“So will we have time to do anything today, or are we going to have to get ready for that event right away?”

 

[shizzz]

He had not been able to help himself. As she lay there he reached over, and had gently and slowly tugged her top down a little further. The top had easily rolled off of the full mound since the strap was off her shoulder.

He had barely stopped from frowning when he saw how thin the lace of her bra was. There was no padding here. The swell of her chest was all young firm tit!

Her nipple was light brown and small, considering the size of the melon it topped.

Fortunately he had stopped there, eyeing her form and growing hard. So hard his balls were aching.

He had spent so much time taking advantage of the situation that he was caught off guard when the signal came on for landing.

He had quickly busied himself with checking the nights agenda. There was just enough time for him to get his list under control, and his cock to lay back down in his shorts before she woke up

"Good morning to you" he told her

"Tonight there is a drinks social" he told her as he looked at his watch. It was around 3 pm local time.

"So we can get in, get settled at the hotel. By that time we will have to get refreshed and head to te social. So not a lot of time really. But I just want to make an appearance at the social. If it's lame we can certainly find something else to do. The dress for this one is business casual. I hope you got something for that" he said as he shifted in his seat. He had found the way that she casually fixed her top very arousing. Hell it seemed like anything and everything about it was getting to him. It had been sooooo long since he had had a personal encounter with big breasts.

 

[nymphonadia]

"Business casual?" she said. "I'll see what I can come up with."

She wasn't optimistic, thinking about the clothes she had brought. Mom had only told her she was to go with Lance to Hawaii, she hadn't said anything about what to expect. So Cherry packed for the vacation of her dreams. She had not been thinking about stuffy cocktail parties with a bunch of aging business people. Nightclubs where nobody knew her, and beaches had been at the forefront of her thoughts, and she had packed accordingly.

There was one dress. It was a fuck-me red, skin-tight tube dress, that barely covered enough to count as a dress, but it might pass for business casual with a blazer or a wrap of some kind. It was the least scandalous thing she had brought, other than what she was wearing.

When they finally reached the hotel, she tossed her suitcase on the bed and peeled her tank top off. Her breasts were barely covered by her bra, and she opened her jeans and started sliding them down, exposing a skimpy thong that matched her bra.

"I call first shower!" she said, as she finally kicked her feet free of the jeans. She was reaching back to unhook her bra as she walked to the bathroom.

 

[shizzz]

The landing and subsequent maneuvering through the airport was very easy. There was also a bus transport set up for the event so there was very little time wasted between landing and getting to te airport

The hotel was tropical, lavish and everything he had hoped for. They quickly checked in, enjoying the warm air and smell of the sea. The room was the only real hiccup. It certainly was nice. And well set up. But there was just one queen bed.

He had hardly set down his suitcase before cherry was after the shower

"Well ok" he said slightly chagrined. Of course he got to watch her peel out of her top. She had suddenly become very comfortable. And he guess that was good. That was what they needed.

He watched her shimmy out of the jeans, feeling a little excited as her plump young ass peeled out.

Soon she was disappearing into the bathroom

"Alright. We have a good bit of time. So there's no need to rush" he called after her

"I may need to get in there to shave though. " he said as the door clocked shut

He finished setting his stuff out. The he gathered his bathroom utilities and knocked on the door

"Coming in" he said, assuming she couldn't hear him over the water he heard. He opened the door and steppednin

 

[nymphonadia]

...no need to rush," he said, as she pulled the door shut behind her. There was no chance of her rushing, she thought. They had plenty of time. She stripped off her thong and turned the shower on.

It was delicious, a hard, steady drum of hot drops against her skin, that turned her whole body pink. The only disappointment was that the nozzle was fixed, so she couldn't direct that flow at her clit. Still, she thought, glancing at the door, she had fingers. She could give herself a quick release.

Or, she could hold off, and see what developed as the night went on. She was a little disappointed by Lance's non-reaction to her stripping to her underwear in front of him. Maybe she had been too quick and too casual about it, or maybe she had misread the looks he was giving her and the tent she had seen in his pants on the plane. After all, he could have been dreaming about almost anything.

She sighed, disappointed, and began to scrub the travel off. She was shampooing her hair, her eyes closed to keep the suds out, when she felt the change in the air, a waft of cool, dry air into the steambath she had created in the bathroom.

"Lance?" she said, ducking her head under the shower to rinse the suds away from her face.

 

[shizzz]

"Yeah. Sorry Cherry I was just getting settled in. I wanted to put some stuff in here " he said as his eyes tracked to the shower curtain, he was hoping to catch a peek of something. All that titilation on the plane had been difficult

"You don't mind do you. I'll just be a second" he said as his eyes slid over the curtain, wondering which side she was on. His eyes did drift to the thong and bra on the floor. He was so tempted to pick them up and see just how big they were! But not now. Maybe later he thought as he turned to set his stud in the counter. His eyes were locked on te mirror as he scanned for a peak

 

[nymphonadia]

She was more confused than ever. Was he really just putting his stuff in there? Was that just the best excuse he could come up with at short notice? She couldn't believe it. He wasn't a child, he was a grown man, and her mother wouldn't marry someone that clueless. He was obviously here to get a peek. She finished rinsing her hair and smiled. Fair enough.

She shut the water off and pulled the shower curtain aside.

"Since you're here, can you hand me a towel?"

 

[shizzz]

He froze as the shower curtain was suddenly pulled aside

She stood there in all her glory, water droplets sparkling on her skin, all her curves called to him. Her nipples stiffened in the air. And so did his cock

That was just mean, he thought to himself as he openly stared. The towel in his hand was just out of reach. He smiled

"Here you go" he grinned at her. She wanted him to see her? So he took in every second of it he could. Fuck she looked good!!