"Elise," Chapter 32 (MF old/teen18, striptease, lap dance)
Sandy
The next Tuesday, I got to see Elise play soccer for the first time. And, athletically, I saw a whole other side of her.
Whereas with volleyball, she and her teammates were confined to a small space, and most of her movements were relatively programmed and limited to certain types of motion, on the soccer pitch she was free to create.
And did she ever. In that open space, she was a whirling dervish, with an obvious proficiency for controlling a ball with her legs and keeping it away from her opponent. I quickly noticed her talent for ball control while at the same time being able to look up the field and survey her teammates. I could easily see why she was considered a college prospect. Up and down the pitch she ran. Just watching her made me tired. All through the match, she appeared to control the action, repeatedly setting her teammates up for good shots at the goal. They peppered the opposing goalkeeper with shots, forcing the poor girl to dive back and forth all through the match in an attempt to deflect them away.
Elise only scored one goal herself, narrowly missing another when she kicked slightly wide of the goal, but she set her teammates up for several other goals. One muscular blonde teammate, in particular, was good at using her strength to get herself into scoring position, and Elise was able to get her the ball often, enabling her to score four goals herself.
Zirconia won easily, 8-1, and I was able to talk to Elise and a couple of her teammates after the match, gaining more insight into what they did to create scoring opportunities. During the conversation, my babygirl was careful not to outwardly display affection towards me in front of the others, and it might have been my imagination, but it seemed that the other team members were almost expecting her to do so. I made a note to discuss this with her when we next met alone.
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Elaine indeed filed for divorce from her husband Ross on that Monday, and Elise and I had several evening phone calls during the week, discussing what was happening and how she was feeling about it all. She told me that just since Thanksgiving, she had talked to her mother more than she had at any other similar period of time ever, sharing how good she felt about that. I was happy for both her and for Elaine, knowing how much they'd gain from a closer relationship, while hoping that Elaine would continue to follow through on her promises to become a bigger and more important part of Elise's life.
I didn't see Elise that next weekend, as she and Elaine took a trip to check out an in-state college that was recruiting Elise to play soccer. After they returned on Sunday, Elise called me, all excited. "Daddy, I think I might have found where I want to go to college." She told me all about it, how she and her mother liked everything they saw.
The college, Eastern California University, was about 100 miles to the east of Blanksville. It was a national contender in Division II women's soccer, year in and year out -- and that their coach wanted Elise to join her program told me that I hadn't been wrong in being impressed with her talents on the pitch. "It's beautiful up there, Sandy. In the mountains. I could totally see myself there. Plus, the distance means that I'd get to live in the dorm, but I'd still have a chance to get back home any weekend I really wanted to."
I was happy for her, and I hoped it would all work out. Elise needed to get out and see the world outside of our small town, needed to meet people, become more outgoing, get comfortable in a different environment, play a sport at which she excelled, train for a career, and maybe find her lifetime companion, as I had found mine some four decades earlier. It would be hard in a lot of ways for me to let her go, but I never let myself forget that I was merely a friend who would have an influence on her at a time when she needed that. The rest of Elise's life was out there, just waiting for her embrace of it. I hoped that she would always cherish our friendship, even while moving on to bigger and better things.
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In the meantime, though, there was more sexy fun to be had -- still a few months before Elise graduated from Zirconia High. And the fun was going to resume that following Saturday.
I knew what she was expecting on this day. And it was apparent from the beginning that she was pulling out all the stops to make sure it happened. The naughty girl showed up on my porch on that cool, crisp morning dressed in the tightest jeans I'd ever seen, along with a super-tight long-sleeve tee that left nothing to the imagination, while obviously braless to boot.
When I opened my door to that sight, her nipples standing out proudly as if beckoning to me, every stitch of clothing tightly hugging her contours, I whistled in appreciation. If it were possible for a woman to be dressed suggestively and with class at the same time, Elise certainly could pull it off.
She harrumphed. "Don't be such a perv, Daddy. And please let me in so I can warm up."
Oh, I was going to warm her up, all right. I let her in, saying, "Like any man with a pulse could act any better, seeing what I'm seeing right now."
"Aw shucks Daddy, this little old outfit I threw on?"
"'Poured yourself into' is more like it, babygirl," I countered, shaking my head. "How do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you come up to this dirty old man's front door looking like this?"
"I don't expect you to keep your hands off me, dear old Daddy. In fact, I'm counting on you not to," she shot back with a wicked smile, looking me right in the eyes.
I wasn't going to disappoint her. I took her into my arms and kissed her mouth, quickly deepening it as my hands slid down, until each was cupping a firm round buttock. "I've missed this, baby," I groaned as I again kissed her, rubbing all over her luscious backside. As always, she felt and tasted amazing. Elise undulated her buttocks against my greedy hands, groaning as she did, and I could feel the excitement below my waist starting to build.
I reluctantly ended the kiss. Picking up a couple of waters along the way, Elise's hand in mine, we walked into my bedroom. She immediately noticed all the accoutrements displayed on my bedside. "Oh, we're playing in here today, Daddy?"
"Yes, dear. No bondage for you today."
She feigned disappointment at that, drawing a chuckle from me.
As sexy as I found her clothing, it had to go, and soon. Remembering how erotic it had been to make her remove her clothing in front of me previously, in this very room, piece by piece, I wanted her to do the same thing, now.
"I have a request, babygirl."
