Rachel had been dating Chris for about 3 weeks now. She was really starting to like him a lot, but then what wasn't to like? He was handsome, 6 foot tall with chestnut eyes and a cute bum chin. He had a good job, so always wanted to spoil Rachel with gifts at every opportunity. The thing she liked most about Chris though was how he treated her. He was a great listener and always keen to find out as much as he could about her, seeming genuinely interested in what she had to say, not just trying to peek down her top every three seconds like many men she encountered.
This was part of Rachel's problem. Being a stunningly beautiful, blonde, 21 year old, with a killer body and an incredible pair of pert 32FF tits, most of the attention she usually got from men was unwanted. It was never the nice guys who approached her, always the arrogant jerks who would look at her like a piece of meat.
They met in her local pub while she was out with a few girls from work. They chatted the whole night about his Architects firm, her work, hobbies, dreams and ambitions. Rachel was shocked that he was maintaining eye contact with her throughout their whole conversation, even though she was wearing a rather low cut top that evening. This one might be a keeper, she thought to herself.
Rachel decided she wanted to take things slowly and again to her surprise, Chris was absolutely fine with that. They had kissed after their third date in a romantic restaurant in town. But they still hadn't slept together. It was even Chris's suggestion that they got to know each other first and they should have at least 10 dates before considering taking it to the next level.
There was one little secret Rachel was keeping from Chris though, one she didn't really like to admit even to herself. Rachel often wondered whether or not she was a nymphomaniac. She used regular sex as a way to unwind, and if she wasn't getting it, she got very irritable and remained permanently horny. She would tell herself she hated these arrogant blokes, but they were an easy source for a quick fix for her. She loved to tease and the look on their faces when she finally gave them what they wanted, that was a look she craved.
So this 10 date scenario, was becoming a bit like torture to her. It was Chris's idea however and Rachel was starting to like him more and more each day, so she was determined to keep her libido at bay.
It was the evening of their 10th date, they were just going to the pub with some other friends for a bite to eat and a few drinks. Rachel popped by Chris's house beforehand to drop off her overnight bag. She rang the doorbell but it wasn't Chris who answered. It was a man who she thought was probably in his early 50's, he was strongly built with a bit of a beer gut, his hair was short and grey and he had patchy stubble on his chin. His eyes roamed over Rachel frantically, unable to take in this gorgeous blonde bombshell stood before him. He noticed an ample portion of her deep cleavage was on show through her half unbuttoned silk blouse. Her tits looked incredible and he found it hard to look away.
"Can I help you?" The man mumbled in a daze.
"Oh hi!" This had all taken Rachel a bit by surprise, Chris hadn't mentioned anyone else would be there.
"I'm Rachel, I'm dating Chris. Is he... er...in?" Rachel stood on the doorstep in her work uniform, a short black skirt, tight white blouse and an open navy blue jacket, topped off with a pair of killer black stilettos, looking a vision of beauty as always, but with a confused expression. Who was this man openly ogling her up and down?
"You're Rachel?!" The man looked surprised. "Well well well, Chris never mentioned how beautiful his girlfriend was, sorry Rachel I'm just a little taken aback."
"I'm sorry but who are you?" Rachel asked tentatively.
"My apologies. I'm Steve, I'm Chris's father, where are my manners." He shook Rachel's hand and she relaxed a little. "Do come in dear." He seemed friendlier now, maybe it was just the shock of seeing her at first which triggered his typical male lusty response, something she was rather used to by now.
Steve opened the door wide and Rachel walked in. He looked down when he knew her back was turned and stared in amazement at Rachel's cute pert bottom and long slender legs in her short work skirt. He felt a twinge in his pants and instinctively gave it a slight rub.
"May I take your jacket?" Rachel was about to say no thanks but Steve had already reached up and was sliding it from her shoulders before she could react. Steve then hung it up over the banister. Rachel felt his hand at the small of her back as he guided her through to the kitchen, then the briefest touch of the top of her ass cheek as he pulled his hand away, she knew it wasn't an accident but chose to ignore it.
They were both in Chris's small kitchen now just off the hall. "Take a seat, take a seat, Would you like a drink?"
"Thanks Steve, a cup of tea would be lovely. Where's Chris then?"
Steve went to put the kettle on. He was finding it hard to grasp how his son was managing to date the most gorgeous woman he thought he had ever seen in his life. This girl made Chris's mum look plain, and she was very pretty indeed. It had been six years since their divorce, she had remarried quickly but Steve spent a long time unable to get over it, he hadn't been with a woman since. He was thrilled at his touch of her firm waist through her silk blouse, and even managing to brush his fingers against her pert bottom, Steve had always had a fetish for silk, and this girl was sending his head into a spin. Chris is one lucky bastard, he thought to himself over and over again.
"He's just in the shower he will be down in a few minutes, here is your tea." He shuffled over to her, handing her the tea and taking a seat opposite, at the small kitchen table.
"Thanks." Rachel smiled at him. Chris was again stunned by just how beautiful she was. She had big blue eyes, full pink lips, a small button nose and gorgeous blonde, slightly wavy hair that fell around her shoulders.
