Eric Pollard had been on a real downer after his wife Valerie had left him, taking the contents of their joint account with her. He was ignoring his Bed and Breakfast business and drinking far to much scotch.
His eighteen year old foster daughter Amy Wyatt was in despair as to what to do to shake him out of his despondency
She had been fostered to the Pollard's for a couple of years. The relationship had been rocky as Amy was a bit of a rebel, culminating in her having village bad boy, Cain Dingle's baby. The boy, Kyle had been adopted, a decision Amy frequently beat herself up over.
Eric had been very supportive of Amy during those traumatic days and she was very fond of him. That night as she lay in her bed an idea crept into her head. Sex, that was the way to a mans heart, guaranteed to revive his spirits, yes that was it, she would have sex with Eric Pollard.
Thinking about it further, she warmed to the idea. He was a lot older than her of course, what some forty years or so, but to Amy age was just a number. He was not fat or anything, in fact quite attractive in a mature way. Yes, Amy was going for it and sod the consequences.
They lived in a large barn conversion, away from the B&B. Eric had the bedroom that he had shared with Val, which had en-suite, with a very large walk in shower. Eric used the shower every day before going to the B&B, that is where Amy planned to strike.
Amy had gone on the pill, so there was no chance of a pregnancy as a result of her plans. But she wondered how Eric would react. Then re-assuring herself that he was a man, she knew just how he would react.
The day arrived. Amy could hear Eric in the shower. She stripped of her clothes, picked up a container of Eric's favourite shower gel, took a deep breath, opened the shower doors and stepped inside.
Eric, facing the jets of hot water did not hear or sense her enter the shower.
Amy took some of the gel and made a foam in her hands. She took a step over to him and gently began to rub the foam into his shoulders and back.
Startled Eric spun round, before him his foster daughter stood, naked as the day she was born.
"Amy, what the hell are you doing?" cried a very startled Eric.
Amy smiled at him and with her soft Geordie accent said, "I think you need cheering up, this seemed as good a way as any."
With that she moved over to him and placed her arms around his neck and pulled his head to hers. He hesitated slightly before placing his lips on hers, his moustache tickling her as her lips moulded to his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and was more than grateful when he responded in kind.
