“Hi Steve, can I come in out of the rain?”
I stood in shock just after 10:30 on a Friday evening at the stunning 18-year-old daughter of my new neighbour stood on my doorstep. She was dressed in a skimpy black dress I had drooled over just a few days previously, although now it was soaked as the rain poured down and I swear I could see the swell of her nipples through the thin material.
I had never known a family like the Coopers since they had moved in a month ago. The mum, Julie, was divorced and in her mid to late 30s and was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She still had her step children from her failed marriage living with her, Tom and Beki, even though they were 21 and 18. The family seemed really close, although I wasn’t to discover how close until much later, and really friendly.
Beki was an absolute stunner, long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and big boobs that I guessed were a C cup or even a d cup that all her tops seemed to flaunt, narrow hips but an incredible arse that I couldn’t help but watch every time I saw her. The fact that at 54 I was old enough to be her father, heck even her grandfather, meant I beat myself up for lusting after her even as I spent many nights beating off with images of her.
I really was not normally like this. I grew up with a real belief that sex was for marriage, but sadly I had never got married so this was a bit of a downer! Over the years, and especially with COVID-19, I had turned to porn and masturbatory fantasies more and more, but Beki was a walking wet dream. She seemed to ooze sex appeal, and she knew it. Just the previous Tuesday, I had been visiting with Julie when Beki had come downstairs to show her mum her new dress. It was a short black number with a low-cut top that seemed to accentuate her glorious bust and clung to all her curves making my cock jump to attention in my pants. Julie didn’t help by asking her daughter to give us a show and turn around. If I thought the front was tight, the way it clung to her arse was one of the hottest things I had seen in real life. As Beki left, Julie looked down at me and grinned at the lump in my jeans.
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it!” I stammered, mortified that I had been perving over her young stepdaughter.
“It’s OK,” replied Julie, “She is a bit of a prick tease but I don’t blame you for being turned on. Heck, if you weren’t here, I might have been tempted to tear that dress off her myself!” I was learning that the family had a very strange sexual humour, so obviously Julie was joking. Wasn’t she?!
And now, here was Beki stood in that same dress in the rain…..
“Hey Steve, can I come in and get out of the rain, or are you going to leave me here all night?”
Julie’s question brought me back to the present. My thoughts had probably only been a few seconds, but I knew I was asking for trouble if I invited her inside my house but I couldn’t think of any way to say no. Somehow, I ended up ushering her in to the lounge, doing my best not to stare at her behind as she walked in front of me.
“What’s going on Beki?” I asked as we sat down in the lounge. “Focus on her face, Stephen” my inner monologue whispered as my eyes fought to stare at her chest.
It turned out Beki had been out drinking with her boyfriend, they had got into a fight and she had come home to find her mum and brother out and she’d left her keys at home. I noticed she was shivering as she briefly relayed her tale, but as there was only me and a younger male lodger in the house (and my lodger was away) I really didn’t know what to do.
“I have a smelly, old dressing gown if you want to borrow it and a towel and dry off,” I offered, somewhat embarrassed.
“Thanks Steve, you’re so cool,” she purred as she went to dry off upstairs and put her dress in the dryer. She seemed to take an age upstairs, but I didn’t think a lot of it. If anything, it was even more distracting as she came back down in just my dressing gown and I assumed her underwear, but I knew I needed to be on best behaviour. I offered her a drink, she wanted wine and we began to chat about all sorts. I was really uncomfortable at first, but as we got in to talking she had a way of making me feel really good and relaxed even if there was definitely part of me aware that I had an almost naked 18 year old girl alone in the house. After about half hour, I asked Beki if she knew when her mum would be home but Beki didn’t know and claimed that her phone had died.
I didn’t have Julie’s number, and I was amazed to discover that Beki knew it off by heart as she borrowed my phone. I would later discover that this was just a ploy to get my number, but this never crossed my mind as Beki chatted with her mum for a while before passing the phone to me.
“I can’t believe Beki has locked herself out again!” Julie said. Her voice sounded strained and she seemed out of breath as we spoke. “Oh yes, that’s it!” she suddenly screamed as I thought I heard a man’s voice in the background.
“What??” I spluttered as I imagined in my minds eye what Julie was doing, but she did her best to cover up her outburst.
“Sorry Steve, I’m a bit um tied up tonight and I don’t know if I will make it home. Would you be a star and let Beki stay at yours overnight?” asked Julie.
I was at a loss how to reply. It was one thing for Beki to keep dry for a bit but stay the night was definitely way beyond what I knew I should allow.
Beki looked at me with pleading eyes. “Please Steve, I’ll be good!” she said, knowing what her mum was asking. How could I say “no, I don’t trust myself not to fuck you!” to her or her mum? Even though a big part of me was screaming that this was a really bad idea, I tried to convince myself that I could repay the faith Julie seemed to be placing in me and be strong. It was no big deal; I would just let her sleep in the spare room and it was helping them both out. Julie let out a cry of happiness as I agreed (at least I assumed that was what her cry was about before she hung up) and Beki grinned as I said yes and showed her to the spare room.
The weather outside continued to worsen as I lay in bed struggling with the storm inside me. Here I was, in the house with just me and an 18-year-old blonde bombshell in the middle of the night. I’m sure many men would have ravaged her by now, but I was trying to remind myself of my principles and that I was too old for her anyway. When did I become a dirty old man? OK, so I still watched a lot of porn under the heading ‘teen’, but that was not real life was it? Finally, giving up on sleep, I put some headphones on and scrolled through some of my favourite porn scenes to watch as I threw off the covers, stripped out of my boxers and stroked my 6 ½ inch cock. Images of Beki lying in her underwear next door kept invading my mind as I tried desperately not to think of her and distract myself with the actors on screen. Probably looking at a blonde teen being gangbanged was not the smartest video to watch in the circumstances, but by this stage my dick was thinking way more than my head!
Suddenly, there was a huge flash of lightening followed almost immediately with the loudest thunder of the night. I heard a scream and was unable to react as Beki burst into the door in fright. Her squeals were immediately silenced as she took in that I was lying naked on my bed, stroking my hard dick and clearly watching porn on the tablet in front of me. I expected her to run from the room, but Beki just grinned and approached the bed.
“it’s too scary! Can I sleep in here?” she asked as she got nearer. I desperately tried to cover up and hide the evidence of what I had just been up to, even if there was no hiding it really. I also was unbelievably turned on by the sight of Beki in her matching black lace bra and pants advancing on the bed. The war that had been going on between my head and my penis intensified as I tried to suggest that Beki should return to her own bed.
“Nonsense,” she pressed as she drew up the covers and laid down beside me. “We don’t need to do anything if you don’t want. Of course, if you do…”
“Um Beki, this is a really bad idea!” I mumbled as I struggled with the last remaining moral strength I had.