A few weeks had passed since my step-dad seduced me in our kitchen. Yet, I kept replaying the evening’s events over in my head. It upset me that I enjoyed it so much, but I found that I touched myself when I reminisced about those moments.
The flashback of his face between my legs, tonguing my clit, while massaging my hard nipples. His pale skin contrasted against my caramel skin as he caressed my curves. I yearned for that feeling again.
That experience had forever changed me. It brought me out of my shell, allowing me to explore other endeavors. I flirted with older men when the opportunity permitted. Exchanging glances with the object of my desire for a moment. I demonstrated subtle nuances, like running my fingers through my hair, sometimes twirling it, and biting my lower lip while pretending not to be noticed. Letting him know I was aware that he wanted me.
On one occasion, I was having lunch with my mom after finding the perfect dress for prom. I looked over to see a man in a suit eating alone across from us. Every so often, I would catch him looking my way. Finally, at some point, when Mom went to use the bathroom, the stranger in the suit stood up and walked over to my booth.
“You are lovely,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so he asked my name.
“Liz.”
He was what we would’ve called a yuppy back in the day. He looked as if he was in his early thirties with slicked-back black hair, broad shoulders, and a body to make any woman give it up without hesitation.
“Liz, would you like to get to know me?”
He slid into the booth with me and put his hand up my school uniform between my legs. Then, he glided his fingers over my wet panties, and I grabbed the edge of the table, completely caught off guard.
“I’ll take that as a yes, Liz.”
He placed his card on the table and left.
Mom walked over and said, “I see you caught someone’s eye. What did he say to you?”
“Only that I was pretty and left,” I did not mention the card or the touch. I’ll fill you guys in on that story another time.
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My step-dad moved back a few weeks after our encounter, but it was increasingly evident that he and Mom were not in a good place. First, they would argue, and then they would go days without speaking to each other. I was the only one either of them would talk to. I was their go-between.
We hadn’t spoken about that night at all - he hadn’t even acknowledged it. No knowing glances or awkward moments. It was as if it never happened. Was he really that drunk? Maybe he couldn’t remember? Great, now I could move on.
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It was New Year’s Eve, and I got home a few minutes past my curfew. I’d rushed home, but I was relieved to find the apartment empty. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Mom after having such a great night out with friends.
I fell asleep quickly but woke to the feeling of my breasts being fondled. My eyes opened when his erection let me know he was behind me.
“You feel so good, baby girl,” he said.
I quickly moved away from him.
“You need to leave.”
“Don’t you want to finish what we started?”
“No, I’m trying to move past that night. You haven’t given me any indication that it mattered. You abandoned me with these urges.”
“I am so sorry, baby. I am not proud of that night, but all I think about is touching and tasting you again.”
I didn’t want to resist him, but I also didn’t want to give in so easily.
“Mom should be home soon.”
“She phoned me earlier to tell me she drank too much and is staying with a friend,” he assured me.
“That doesn’t change anything. If it wasn’t your proudest moment, then why are you here”?
He ignored my question and asked, “Do you touch yourself and think of me?”
I felt vulnerable while quietly admitting I do. “Uh huh.”
I realized I didn’t want him, but I did want what he had to offer. So I turned around and nuzzled myself up against his hard cock.
He moaned and said, “That’s my girl.”
I loved the feel of his shaft growing between my ass cheeks. The rhythmic movement of him rubbing up and down between the space of my two well-endowed mounds. He was so engrossed he began to grope me desperately and passionately: grabbing my tits and my pussy; squeezing my ass, and sucking the back of my neck. His reaction towards me was so intoxicating - I kept holding my breath, anticipating his next move. He was emersed in my body without penetrating me. I was in ecstasy. I turned my head towards him. He leaned in to kiss but stopped himself.
“There will be no kissing, baby girl. It could never come to that. I need you now, and I think you need me too. So let’s keep it at that.”
I agreed and turned my head.
He proceeded to make his way around my body, sucking and kissing, exploring my outer thighs then inner. I felt anxious. I wanted him to reclaim my pussy with his mouth. Treat it the way he did during our first encounter. He dabbles in the area but does not go in. Instead, he smells it, taking in its essence. I begin to move my hips around, trying to get him to taste me. I wanted to grab his head, but I decided against it.
He worked his way up to my face and asked, “Have you ever touched one or seen a penis up close?”
“I haven’t,” I answered nervously. “Can I touch it?”
“Do you think you’re ready for that?” he asked.
I nodded, “Yes.”
He pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants, revealing his hard-on. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I reached for it.
“Explore it,” he said.
I began to handle it gently, pulling back the uncut skin to expose his head fully. The shaft was thick, and I could barely close my hand around it.
“Go on, squeeze. It won’t hurt,” he assured me.
I firmly wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke his dick while watching him react. I could tell I was doing it right because his eyes were shut tight, and his eyebrows were practically joined. He bit his bottom lip, and his breathing sounds became irregular. I enjoyed seeing him react to my touch.
“Yeah, just like that baby girl. Firm and slow.”
As I stroked it, I felt his tip was wet. He squirmed as I leaned in for a taste - it had a pleasantly salty yet sweet taste.
“Daddy, can you show me what to do next? I want to learn.”
I could see he was pleased by my question. He took off his clothes and spread his legs in front of me so I had full access. I noticed the skin over his penis was darker than the rest of his body - it looked so inviting to me. I asked him if all men were the same. He told me that it all depends. He explained they didn’t all look alike but that I would know what to do in every experience. It would never be the same.
As I knelt in front of him, he told me to release all the tension in my mouth down to my throat. He guided my head down as far as it could go, impressed with how I was able to take him all in without gagging.
“Baby girl, you do that so well, now create a suction but avoid using your teeth.”
I created the suction and started to feel comfortable with my first blow job. My head slowly moved up and down, covering his entire shaft. I kept the suction when I approached his head. I could hear different sounds from him depending on what part of his cock I was paying attention to. I was so wet from his sounds. He was rock hard, and I began to suck him off harder and faster, being careful not to be too forceful. I had my hands by his hips while I was sucking him off.