I heard my stepdad, Hank, drop his bags inside the front door and mount the stairs to the second floor.
"I'm home!" he called out, not certain anyone else was.
"Daddy!" I yelled, bounding out of my bedroom and into his arms as he reached the top stair.
"Hey, be careful," he laughed, as he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him fully on the lips and melding my warm nubile body into his. "We don't want to tumble down these stairs and have to call 911."
I was wearing thin cotton track pants low on my hips and a thin T-shirt that left a lot of bare skin exposed. I felt his cock begin to tingle and stir.
Hi. My name is Cindy and I'm a pretty hot stepdaughter. My body still has some baby fat that gives my well-rounded curves a delicious plump firm look and feel. Whenever I catch Hank looking at me I know that he just wants to run his hands all over my young tender flesh. From my jutting, full, pear-shaped breasts with their naughty nipples threatening to poke right through my tight tops, to my mouth-watering bubble butt and long shapely legs begging to be spread, I radiate a sexual heat from every cell of my delicious 5'7" frame and it goes right to men's groins. Add in my long, blonde hair and beautiful, slightly pug-nosed face, well, when I walked into a room every man, Hank included, turns to me like a dog in heat. Okay, so I'm a self-satisfied little nympho with an exaggerated opinion of herself. Sue me.
I giggled and hugged him tighter. "Maybe we could get a room together in the hospital while we recover."
He slapped me playfully on my delicious behind (Oooo, spankies!), giving it a little squeeze before he pried himself away. I let a look of disappointment briefly flit across my face and then I was smiling again pulling him up off the stairs and asking him how his business trip had been. We have an easy close relationship that has always been charged with an undercurrent of strong sexual attraction. Other than lingering hugs and slightly intimate 'innocent' touches, that attraction has been left safely unexplored on both of our parts. This weekend I was intent on changing that.
Before he left on his business trip we had celebrated my 18th birthday. I was 18 but didn't look more than about 15 or 16 (a hot 15 or 16). I knew it was hard for him to resist me but resist me he did, although with my easy physical affection and barely contained hormones I know it was a challenge for him.
I was fourteen when Hank first began dating my mom, Linda, the bitch. They started off hot and heavy enough. Very soon the three of us were living together under the same roof. But, as usual, my Mom's affections disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared and she became cold and uninterested in him. I heard him trying to draw her back into his bed, even suggesting they see a counsellor together, but Mom wasn't interested. All of her energy went into her work and Hank was left frustrated. We were both mostly left to fend for ourselves.
I think I was the reason Hank didn't just pack up and leave and maybe that is what started me being attracted to him. It was obvious I was starved for love by both of my asshole parent's; my father is a loser who only criticizes and ridicules me on the few occasions he is willing to make time for me and my mom is even colder to me than she is to Hank. What did I ever do! But I'm a naturally affectionate and open kind'a girl (go figure); Hank stepped in and responded to my loneliness and not in a 'creepy' stepdad way. We formed a loving friendship and have fun together. He is always careful to boundary his sexual attraction to me and he frustrated my hot young desire to explore those same steamy stirrings. I don't give up easily.
I think he was surprised at my interest in him; he's almost three times my age. But I have a thing for older guys and, to me, he was hot! Hank took good care of himself and for an older guy he was in great shape; 6 foot, well-muscled, piercing blue eyes, great sense of humour and, oh yeah, well-hung. His package was noticeable especially when he was hanging around the house in his running shorts. More than once he caught my curious eyes locked onto his groin like heat seeking missiles. Even though he would move himself out of viewing range, no doubt for fear of his own missile rising in response, I got to see the outline of his hard cock a few times, pressing against the flimsy material of his shorts. I was guessing 8 inches of thick meat. Soon I hoped to confirm my estimate with my hot little hands. (Oh God, I'm getting wet! I wonder if he can smell the steam rising out of my pussy!)
"So, where's mom?" he asked, snapping me out of my wet daydream. I figured he'd already guessed the answer.
"Didn't she tell you?" (No, of course not, the bitch.) "She's gone to a conference in Montreal to replace some lecturer who got sick and won't be back for three days."
Now he was showing disappointment and frustration. How hard would it have been for my Mom to make a phone call and tell him what was happening? I saw his dejection and moved in to hug him. "It's okay, daddy. I'm here." He kissed the top of my head and gave me a little squeeze, wiping the disappointment from his face. I could see that he was determined not to bring the sexual frustration he felt with my Mom to his loving stepdaughter.
"Okay!" he said brightly, "I've got to unpack and shower. Are you free, my lady, for supper and a TV movie when I'm done?"