I was struggling with all this internally. I knew I couldn’t do it. But my mind was playing out the scenario against my better judgment. Picturing her naked on top of me. I walked around to try to distract my mind.
Tiffany came up behind me and hugged me from the back. I felt her breasts pressing into me. I stepped away and said, “Tiffany. Stop! The answer is no! I’d do anything else for you. But not that. It just doesn’t feel right. I think you should go home now. I’m sorry. I truly am.”
As she got in her car and pulled away my mind was still picturing the possibilities. And I felt disgusted with myself for having such thoughts. But, on the other hand, she was right. I was not her stepdad any longer. But something about it seemed so wrong.
CHAPTER 3
I texted Tiffany about a week later and asked if she was mad at me. I said, “I still want you in my life. And I miss you. Please try to understand.”
She answered that she wasn’t mad. Just disappointed. She said she wished I would change my mind, but accepted and respected my decision. And said she still wanted to be a part of my life, also.
I was really happy to hear that and asked if we could get together for a chat.
She said she would love to. She said “How about you come to my house and I’ll cook dinner this time?”
“Sounds great,” I reply. “How about Friday night?”
“Perfect,” she said.
I bought her a card and a potted plant as a peace offering. She loves plants. Inherited that from her mother, I guess. Along with the emotional instability and a little insanity. I rang her doorbell at 6 PM. The time we agreed on. She was dressed much more casually this time. Shorts and a button up blouse. A little make-up but not like last time. She still looked quite pretty. I think natural beauty doesn’t need a lot of help. And she was one who didn’t need it. She loved the card and plant I had brought her.
She had made lasagna for dinner. We had a salad with it and it was quite delicious. After eating we cleaned up and went into the living room for pie and coffee.
I apologized for turning down her offer and told her I had a really hard time saying no. And that I hoped she could understand.
She said again that she wasn’t mad or hurt. Just disappointed. She said, “I really don’t want to try the dating scene anymore. But I guess that’s my only option now.”
I said, “I am 100% certain you will meet someone you are compatible with and can have a happy life together.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “But I’m not really looking for a life with someone. Just some occasional fun. That being said, maybe there is something else you can help with.”
“Anything,” I said. “Well. Maybe not anything. But within our limits let’s say.”
“Great!” she said. “Will you give me your opinion on a couple outfits I bought for the “dating scene?”
“I’d be happy to,” I said.
She went into her bedroom and came back out about 10 minutes later. She was dressed in a conservative, red dress that came to her knees and up to her neck, but accentuated her body very nicely.
I smiled, nodded my head, and said “Very nice. I love it.”
She asked, “It’s not too “old-lady-like”?”
“Not at all,” I assured her. “You don’t want to look slutty.”
“Well, maybe just a little,” she said jokingly. “You know what I’m going after.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “but still, you don’t want to advertise that fact and let them know that’s all you’re after. Not right off the bat, anyway.”
“I guess,” she said.
When she came out next time she was in a short skirt, black fishnet stockings, and a tight pullover top much like she wore when she tried to seduce me.
“No, no,” I said. “Way too provocative. I mean. I love it! You look fantastic! But it says “I’m easy”. I understand young ladies such as yourself like to look sexy. And you certainly do! But us men see that as an opportunity. Go back to the first one.”
She gave kind of a pouty look but said “I have more.”
When she came out next she was wearing tight jeans that showed her ass off quite nicely. And a low cut top with a push-up bra, apparently, because her breasts looked great.
“The jeans are good, but not the top,” I say. “Again, as a man, I love it. But as a former stepdad, I gotta nix it.”
She smiled and said, “Okay.”
I must say I was enjoying this little show. A little more than I should, perhaps. And enjoying our time together. Her next outfit was a business-like pants suit. She looked very conservative and pretty. I told her I approve. “But,” I said, “it’s not something that will attract attention. So, if you’re looking to attract a man, maybe not so business-like.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I agree.You know, this is actually kinda fun.
“I agree,” I say. “I was just thinking the same thing. My own private fashion show. You should have been a model.”
She blushed and said, “Thanks, Dan. I’m enjoying the attention.”
“I will be happy to watch you any time you want to model,” I smile and say.
Next up was a long floor length dress with a slit up the front that showed her gorgeous legs through the slit when she walked. Showed a little cleavage and her back all the way to the top of her perfect ass. Looked like something you’d see at a high class affair.
I smiled and said, “Oh yeah. That works. But, unless you’re going to a five star restaurant with rich people, maybe try for a little more “common folk look”.
She sat beside me and said, “Dan, do you really think I’ll be able to find someone. None of my past relationships lasted any time at all. And I don’t really want a relationship anyway. I’m like you said. I do better alone. To be blunt, I just want to get laid occasionally.”
“Tiff,” I said. “You will not have a bit of trouble finding a man to “get laid”. “I’ve always said that a woman can get laid anytime she wants. There’s millions of men out there that want that and nothing more. Just be very careful of which one you pick. There are a lot of sleazebags that will treat you like shit”. I realized at that moment I was feeling a little jealous.
“I know,” she said. “That’s why I approached you. I know you’re a great guy and would never hurt me. But, I understand your position. Unless you’ve changed your mind”?, she smiled, and asked.
“No. Sorry”, I said. “I honestly do wish I could. You are super hot.” And I truly was sorry because I really, really wanted to. She got quiet and looked contemplative for a minute.
Then she asked, “What about my hair? Should I wear it up or down? Ponytail or pigtails?” She gathered her hair in her hands and held it up and posed.
I laughed and said, “I think that depends on your outfit. With what you’re wearing right now, definitely up. And what you want to convey to others. You know that. I personally love long, free-flowing hair. Like you have. But, I’ve also seen you with it up, and that looks quite elegant, and classy. And with a ponytail you look very sexy and sassy. And pigtails, with the right clothes, make you look young and fun-loving. I like them all.
If you couldn’t tell I was having a lot of fun with all this. Probably too much. I wanted it to continue. Truth be told, I was forgetting she was my step-daughter and getting a little turned on. I realized that and tried to rein myself back in.
“Is the show over”?, I asked with a grin.
“Well”, she said. “That is all of my new stuff”.
“Shoot”, I said. “I was enjoying it”.
She thought a minute, then said “Well, there probably is one more thing I should ask about. Wait right here”.
She went into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later. She had on a long, black, diaphanous nightgown with a diaphanous robe over it. I could see black panties and bra underneath. I felt a stirring in my loins that I shouldn’t be feeling. “Whoa!” I said, and held my hands up. “What’s this?”
“Relax”, she said. “I just need to know what to wear if I bring somebody home. And you said you didn’t want the show to end”
“Okay,” I replied. “Well. that certainly fits the bill. Some dude is going to be very, very happy.”
She smiled and blushed. “This is a little embarrassing,” she said.
I chuckled and said, “You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re gorgeous! And have a fantastic body! Be proud.”
“Thank you, Dan,” she said sheepishly. “Be right back.”
I sat on her couch anxiously awaiting what was next. And trying to keep in mind that this is “almost” my step-daughter. So nothing can happen.
My eyes popped out of my head at her next entrance. A very short, red, see-through nightgown. Hung just to the bottom of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Lace on the edges, and solid red see-through bra and panties underneath. I could see dark pubic hair on her pussy. Looked trimmed from what I could see. I like hair on a pussy. The old “johnson” really woke up at the gorgeous sight before me. “Oh My God!”, I exclaimed, looking her up and down.
She asked shyly, “Do I really look that good?” And turned around so I could see the back as well.
I told her, “Tiffany, good doesn’t begin to come close to describing it. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Fantastic. Sexy. Fabulous. A true vision. Those would be more accurate. At the risk of sounding like a pig, if you weren’t kinda my step-daughter I’d be all over you in a heartbeat. Please forgive me for saying so.”
“You don’t need to apologize”, she said. “I take that as a compliment. And I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it”!!, I told her.
report “Well,” she said, “I guess the show really is over now. That’s all I got.”
“That’s more than enough, Tiff,” I said. “If those outfits don’t attract a man, there’s no men around.”
She sat beside me on the couch, kissed me on the cheek, and laid her head on my shoulder, and sai, “Thank you so much for everything, Dan. I really do appreciate it.”
“Oh. It was totally MY pleasure. Believe me!”, I said.
CHAPTER 4
With her head on my shoulder, and smelling her hair, and seeing her dressed as she was, I had quite an erection And no way to hide it.
I said, “Uh… Tiff? Maybe you should go get dressed. And maybe I should go home.” Truth is, I needed to go home and masturbate for some relief.
She raised up and looked at me and said, “Aww. Do you have to go? This has been so much fun.”.
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