Seduction
I'll never forget the day my daughter, Julie, brought her new friend Tanya home for tea. Julie attended St. Hilda's School for Girls, sixth form in Norwich and had only just turned 18. Tanya, who went to the same school was also 18.
Recently, the School Governors, had taken in a couple of immigrant girls from Eastern Europe, at the behest of the Home Office. Tanya, was one of these immigrant girls, and for some reason, she and Julie made friends straight away. My daughter, like her mother, was an open, friendly girl and it was only natural that she would want to invite her new found friend to our home.
And so, there they were, sitting in the lounge, having a giggle together, when I arrived home from work.
That's when I saw Tanya for the first time. She had short, dark, curly hair with a pretty face and long legs. Her eyes met mine as Julie introduced me. I remember feeling distinctly uneasy, looking into those dark brown eyes and even then, I was thinking illicit thoughts.
Apparently, she came from one of the lesser known states of the former soviet bloc and was an orphan girl. She had been rescued from a house in North London in a Police raid, after a tip off to the authorities. All the girls found there had been brought over illegally from various countries in Eastern Europe, with the aim of using them as prostitutes. Tanya, had been taken on and protected by Social Services to save her from being used in this way. Now, months later, she seemed happy enough living with foster parents and going to school and although it was a struggle for her in those first few weeks, her English was understandable and getting better all the time.
So, as time went on, I got used to seeing Tanya at our house. Well, it was a big house and 3 women in it didn't seem too many. My wife was in one of her busy periods, coming and going all the time. What with her dental practice and the various committees she served on for the Woman's Circle, I usually only got to see her first thing on a morning and again in the evening. So, a couple of nights a week, I came in after work to find Julie and Tanya cooking up something in the kitchen, or doing something on Julie's laptop. I am a solicitor and work in town, usually, but when I want to concentrate, away from the busy office, I work in my study at home, as I have all the facilities there at my disposal.
While Julie's mum had taught Julie all about modesty and decorum and how to sit in the proper way, with her legs together, Tanya, on the other hand, seemed to sprawl about all over the place, carelessly displaying vast amounts of leg and underwear for unsuspecting males to see. It was difficult to avoid, really and she was such a lovely female specimen, that I found my eyes straying automatically to see what was on show. I must confess that I used to pick the most advantageous seat in the room for the best view. It was disgraceful behaviour on my part, I know, especially when my daughter was around, but, what can you do in the face of such temptation?
Then, one evening, I found myself sitting opposite her in the lounge. She had slid down the back of the sofa and her legs were, as usual, carelessly displayed. I had a great view of her lovely thighs and white panties as she flicked through a magazine. Julie had disappeared up to her bedroom for something. Meanwhile, my eyes were riveted on the sexiest sight I had seen in many a long day. As I heard Julie come back into the room, I tore my eyes away only to meet those of Tanya staring back at me. She had a knowing, tight smile on her face.
I was mortified. I had been caught, peeking up the skirt of a schoolgirl, my daughter's friend. And, what made it worse, was that I could see her looking down at my lap, at the prominent bulge inside my trousers. Of course, I covered up my embarrassment as best I could, but, the damage had been done and I was thoroughly ashamed of myself.
I tried to keep out of the way for a day or two and vowed not to allow myself to ogle her again. But, the best of intentions are often broken and Tanya was, if anything, even more careless and provocative in her school uniform, or tight fitting jeans, whatever she was wearing.
I seemed to be constantly brushing past her going in or out of a room or along narrow corridors. Occasionally, she caught me looking at her. I suppose it was inevitable, because, I couldn't resist glancing at the gorgeous views that were being presented to me. She seemed to make no attempt to cover herself up when she knew I was looking at her legs. And those tight jeans seemed as if they were made to show off her pert curvaceous sexy bum.
One evening, I arrived home late to find the girls in my study. Julie was showing her friend what I had in there. I had heard their voices in the hall and came up to investigate.
"Dad's paranoid about his precious case files" I heard Julie say, as I walked through the door.
"You're right about that" was my comment, seeing them peering into the cupboard that housed my security camera. "Anyone coming into this room, without permission, triggers a hidden camera which takes frequent pictures. It's the only way that my firm would agree to me taking files and documents from the office."
"Dad's also got a safe in the corner," chirped Julie and the girls peered at the heavy metal object bolted to the floor.
"Have you seen enough?" I asked, trying to usher them out of the room.
"Well, actually, Dad, Tanya's got as favour to ask. Could she use your computer while I'm on my laptop? We've both got work to do for tomorrow. And it will only take about an hour."
They both looked at me, hopefully. What could I say? I had let Julie use it in the past, before she got her laptop for Xmas so, why not? All my work and personal stuff was only accessible through passwords, so she couldn't mess anything up. I had some work to do myself, but that could be done later.
"Alright then," I agreed, "I'll get you started, Tanya, and then leave you to it."
She watched me switch off the security camera and switch on the computer. Then I got her into Word and gave her a quick lesson. But she was ahead of me. Obviously, she had been shown all this at school.
"Who sees the pictures your security camera takes?" She asked out of interest.
"Oh just me," I said, puzzled. "Why? You're not thinking of robbing me are you?"
"Oh no, nothing like that," she assured me. "I was just interested."
I backed out of the room, watching her as I went. I was rewarded with another leg show. Her skirt had ridden way up her thighs. She turned and smiled, knowingly, as I closed the door.
Later that evening, my wife, Amy, offered Tanya a lift home. With Julie still working on something up in her bedroom, it was left to me to get her coat. As she walked out of the front door to join my wife in the car, she stopped and smiled slyly at me.
"I hope you enjoy the pictures" she said quietly. Then she ran down the path and the car was soon on its way.
I stood there puzzled......... pictures? What pictures? Then as I walked back into the lounge, it hit me. The security camera in my study. What had the girl been up to?
I knew I had no time to investigate. My wife would be back in a short time. But, it was on my mind all evening, while we had our evening meal.
Finally, after the washing up, Amy went to watch her favourite soap and Julie was on the telephone. I mumbled something about doing some work and slipped up the stairs to my study.
I unlocked the cupboard and could see from the console that some pictures had been taken since it had last been used. I was desperate to see what she had done. Obviously, she had managed to get the security camera working.
When the first photo came up on the screen, I almost fell off my chair. There was Tanya, boldly facing the camera and not a stitch on. I must have stared at that photograph for several minutes, before I had the presence of mind to get up and lock my door. I didn't want anyone coming in accidentally and seeing what I was looking at on my screen. I shook my head in wonder. The girl was beautiful and sexy and looked incredible. Then it hit me. She had stripped off for
me
. She was exposing herself for
me
