It was late at night when the doorbell rang, followed by frantic knocking on my door. I thought that who ever it was better be chased by wild dogs, or have a damned good excuse for this. As I check through the spy hole I saw my ex stepdaughter Beth, all bewildered, crying and her makeup looking too wild even for the Rocky Horror show.
"Oh no, not again," I thought to myself.
Beth is the daughter of my ex-partner, nearly 30 years old, and I am now Beth's stand-in dad. Her real dad doesn't want to know, the previous stepdad pulled his hands off her, and her mum is fed up with Beth making a mess of her life everytime and then leaving it to others to put the pieces back together again.
I opened up, and Beth almost threw herself in my arms. I am probably the last person she can still call upon when things go off the rails again. Even looking disheveled as she was, Beth is a very sexy woman. She has a thing for short leather skirts and high boots, and when she makes an effort, she looks like model material. As I took her in my arms for a comforting hug, my cock twitched and got hard, without me wanting it to. Clearly my body developed a mind of its own in this situation. I quickly shuffled back, causing a tactical gap between us, hoping she hadn't noticed.
When she was all cried out, I made her a hot strong coffee, and told her to go and have a shower first. Lots of her stuff was still in the spare room from the last time, some three months ago. When she came down, she looked lots better already. Her long toned legs looked great from underneath her silk robe, that was just long enough to obscure the hotspots.
She did her story, of too much booze, again, too little self control, again, getting into a scrap, again. And how fed up she was with making the same mistakes, again. I rehashed my old advice, that only one person could turn the ship around before it fell off the earth, and that it wasn't me.
"My room looked very tidy," Beth smiled. "Nothing out of place, you even washed all my panties and my other lingerie. It still even smells fresh. You haven't been wearing them, have you?" she laughed.
"Ah, you got me there! Like I could fit anything bigger than my nose in what you wear! I've not seen many things with less fabric in it than your panties," I quipped back.
"Maybe you've just been thinking about me in them then," she said with a cheeky smile. "Although, I remember you having a bit of a lingerie fetish, and stockings! And didn't you write erotic stories online as well?" she asked.
"Beth, I already have seen plenty of you. You were never really that shy around me," I said. "And yes, I love lingerie and stockings. And I still write occasionally, I'm suffering a bit with writers block at the moment though. I have written three stories in one series, but I am stuck on the fourth one," I admitted.
"I still feel totally comfortable around you. I know you think I am pretty and sexy because you have told me that to my face. But, you don't flirt, grope, ogle or so called accidentally touch me wherever you want to. You're probably one the few people who still treat me with some respect and dignity. And I am painfully aware I am in no position to expect that, but you still do," she said, was her eyes welled up.
I sat down next to her, put my arm around her shoulders, and pulled her closer. More tears came, but not nearly as much as when she got here. We both got up, ready to get some sleep. Beth came in for one more hug, and again I tried to create a slight gap. She was however having none of that, and pulled me closer whilst really cosying up close to me. No way she could not notice my hardon, no way I could unfeel her large breasts against my chest.
"Thank you, you fantastic and kind man," she whispered before kissing me on the cheek.
She walked in front of me up the stairs, giving me a view to see what she wore under that robe, which was absolutely nothing. She has fantastic legs, and a great arse. And from my view, she was not afraid to use them. I could swear she was swaying her hips that big extra as she headed up to her room.
She turned around and smiled in what I can only describe as a knowing smile. She knew I had peaked under her robe, and appeared to be fine with that. She did not encourage or lead me on, but she was not going to object. Maybe she wanted to know that even to someone she considered as non-threatening as me, she was still an attractive woman who could cause that little spark.
Over the next few days things were nice and very homely. Beth was in a great mood, helpful around the house, and even had my dinner ready when I got home from work. With that great mood also came a dress sense that became slightly more revealing every day. Her skirts were that bit shorter, her tops and blouses seemed to accentuate her lovely large breasts a bit more. Her blouses certainly seemed to run out of top buttons rather quick.
She really worked on her makeup and quite frankly, she looked hot. There were also some slight brushes of her hands against my body, or she found an excuse for a touch of my face, hands or legs. Two nights ago, we watched a film, together on the sofa. Beth tucked her arm in behind me, and snuggled up right against me. My arm had nowhere else to go then over her shoulder, with my hand only find her hips and arse as a resting place.
"Go ahead, I don't think we need to be shy with each other anymore, don't you think?" she said, as she got even more comfortable. Given that we seemed to gently cross every line we encountered, I rested my hand on her hip, whilst my other hand stroked her hair and neck. She looked up and smiled at me.
"This is nice, I think we should have more movie nights in like this," Beth said, whilst almost purring under my hands.
She shifted a bit, my hand now on her very shapely backside. Her hand rested under her head, but dangerously close to my cock. My cock was clearly aware of Beth's hand, and almost seemed to grow towards it. I was also acutely aware of my cock nearly touching her lips.
"There is no way she can't notice that," I thought, as I ran over some possible responses should she challenge me. However, there was no challenge, no comment, no acknowledgement of any sort that she noticed me getting aroused from her head that close to my still growing and hardening cock. As the film ended, she turned to face me, and gave me a big smile.
"This was so nice, watching a film like this. We were almost a real couple the way we snuggled up, I loved it," she said with a very content look. And in a forgotten moment I stroked her hair and the contour of her face. She took my hand and kissed it. There was now a look in her eyes that went beyond enjoying an evening in front of the television.
I seriously started to wonder where this was going. We always got on very well, even in her darkest days, she always seemed to respond better to my intervention than anyone else's. We now seemed to be moving in a very different direction, and I had some serious thinking to do. Taking our past out of the equation I thought I would be mad to turn down any advances by Beth. Women of her age, 29, and that pretty barely noticed me normally, which I felt was only natural. I hardly considered myself as God's gift to women, my track record in relationships spoke for itself.
Beth sat up and moved, her feet now on my legs. I kept a close eye on where her feet were in relation to my cock, which was still hard, and almost drawn to Beth like a compass needle draws to the north. We chatted a bit about the movie and the actors.
"So what did you think of that redhead woman when she was getting all dressed up? Even I thought it was very erotic how she put on those stockings, and she looked gorgeous in that lingerie. And did she know how to make a show out of putting her makeup on, especially her lipstick. I reckon I could have a girl crush on her," Beth said.
I agreed with her. And I told her I loved a woman getting dressed up like that, and showing it in a very sensual manner. I told Beth that she perfectly fitted my fantasy of seamed stockings and how much I loved the look of a woman with beautiful legs wearing stockings with suspenders. The actress seductively clipping the suspenders to her nylons really worked like magic to my cock. I also told her the actress reminded me of Beth's friend Sam. I then hit Beth with a curveball by saying that I also didn't mind a man wearing lingerie and stockings like that.
