Part 2
This is a continuation from the first part of this story. I anticipate this being several more chapters with a lot of opportunities for adventure. For now I hope you enjoy part 2 but please do catch up on part 1 which has been very well reviewed and gives you a good background to the central characters.
Jack Carter and his soon to be stepdaughter Abbie collected their bags from the airport bag carousel. As the clocks passed 11pm the terminal was fairly quiet at this time of night and the few people that travelled on the late flight from New York picked up their own luggage, one or more looks being passed their way suggesting maybe they'd recognised the 42 year old and his 19 year old companion from the flight. The two would be notable due to how Abbie had initiated a real change in what had hitherto been a platonic relationship, but with the impending divorce from her mother, someone she shared little love for, had stepped up a level. Having seduced the older man, the two subsequently enjoying each other in their seats and then joining the mile high club before landing.
They exited the terminal and headed for parking where Jack's black BMW X4 was waiting. Abbie in her leggings and a hoodie, a poster for 'athleisure', threw her rucksack on the back seat and sat waiting in the passenger seat while her soon to be stepfather no more Jack put their larger cases in the trunk.
Both had said little since the flight, their tryst in the restroom and their decision for Jack to stay with Abbie for the evening. Six hours ago they'd been friends and now something more. For Jack was a lot to take in.
The drive from the airport to Boulder took a half hour. This late in the evening the roads were quiet but as they approached the college city the nightlife increased and the student hub of sororities and general merriment grew so as they pulled up at Abbie's building, a two storey turn of the 19th century place on Pearl Street, even in a Sunday night it was a little lively. It had begun to rain and there was the air of a storm coming but nothing can stop a college town,
Abbie's apartment sat above a restaurant with a door on the side street.
"Are you sure you want me to come in?" Jack asked, he was still nervous despite what they'd done: bringing Abbie to orgasm in her seat on the plane before the two of them fucked in the restroom hidden from a flight of sleeping passengers. Perhaps though that's why he was nervous. After all at 42, only just separated from her mother Melody, still finalising the divorce and though not her real father there was still something taboo about what they'd done. Melody, a shotgun wife had treated him badly, cheated on him several times with several people. Abbie held a complicated relationship with her mother, but was smart, funny and she and Jack had grown close over the pandemic years. He wasn't sure if that nervousness was actually excitement, on the promise of what might come in the days ahead.
"Of course I want you to come in," said the petite, olive skinned, black haired teen and she opened the car door and exited, grabbing her rucksack as she did, "besides I'm not going to drag my suitcase up a flight of stairs!" She gave him a smile and a wink before shutting the door. Jack sighed a deep sigh and got out.
Abbie had already opened the door of the her apartment. It opened to a staircase directly to her chambers and as she climbed the stairs she left the door open for Jack who carried her suitcase. Wearing a navy suit and white shirt he wasn't dressed for college and he drew odd glances from the revellers that walked past on the street before he entered the stairwell and climbed the stairs, rain just starting to fall.
Abbie had disappeared when he reached the top. She shouted from an adjacent room:
"Just put some music on or fix yourself a drink!"
"Would you like something?" He replied, leaving the case at the door.
"There's some wine in the fridge, I'll have some of that." Abbie wasn't a typical student.
Jack placed his jacket on the couch, removed his shoes and turned on the Apple TV. He selected the music app and selected a pure chill playlist and the sound of London Grammar hummed from a soundbar on the wall.
Surveying the apartment with its exposed red brick the place could have doubled as a photo studio. It was dimly lit, fashionable, a large mural canvas of the mountains hung in the lounge room overseeing a large leather couch, a single material armchair in an open plan layout. The lounge space was shared with a stylish kitchen with doors to a bathroom and one to a bedroom that had its own an en-suite. The decor was industrial but homely. Jack liked it, which is why he'd bought it as an investment but also as a place for Abbie to live in close to her campus.
Jack opened the fridge, grabbed one of two bottles of wine, a white, and searched in the cupboards for glasses. The kitchen was much smaller than the one in his house in the mountains a half hour drive away so having found two tall wine glasses he poured and stood in the kitchen, taking a sip.
"Well hello sailor!"
Abbie appeared at her bedroom doorway, striking a pose and laughing. She was dressed in a black and gold CU Buffaloes sweatshirt and a black thong. That was all she wore. Her bare olive legs were well toned and she stood leant both hands against the doorframe in a playfully seductive pose.
"It's too warm to be dressed!" She laughed and after striking a different position with her knee raised against the doorframe showing off her toned legs, giggled and slowly walked toward Jack, purposefully placing her footsteps to maximise a sex kitten vibe.
Jack couldn't help but be turned on but he kept his racing heartbeat in check. He offered her a glass and while taking it from him her finger tips traced his own. Her touch was magnetic. Abbie took a sip and with her glass held to her side stared up at Jack with her green eyes sparkling.
At 6ft to her 5'5', he didn't tower over her. Her black hair had been released from a pony tail and now had a natural wave. Her green eyes shining, her chest was showing shapely through the sweater and though still his step daughter, she was, however, undoubtedly attractive. Her gaze showed she wanted him. He absolutely knew he wanted her.
Placing his glass down, Jack's hand moved to the side of her face, her arms wrapping around encircling his neck and as he leaned they shared a kiss. He traced his hand down to her neck, down her chest, feeling the rising breath of her breast through the sweater, conspicuous through the absence of a bra underneath.
Their kisses, more passionate, tongues entwining with a growing urgency. Jack grasped the base of her sweater, Abbie looking back at him raised her arms. He raised the sweater, revealing first her olive toned stomach, then revealing two near perfect breasts, C cups he thought with small nipples and narrow delicate areola, he leaned in to taste them and as he did so Abbie moaned in pleasure: "Oh Jack, oh Jack mmm..."
Abbie, exposed with the exception of her panties, undid the buttons of Jack's shirt. Exposing his chest sporting a light dusting of hair and at 42 the first greys had started to show through but couldn't disguise a body well looked after through a pandemic of daily peloton and outdoor exploits. "God I love your body," sighed Abbie, her touch deftly exploring the contours of his chest, down to his stomach.
"It's got nothing compared to yours," smiled Jack kissing her lips once more, tracing the outline sides of her body with his touch, the two of them savouring the sight of their affections.
Abbey undid his belt, and felt the bulge of his growing erection already obvious underneath. Removing his shirt, Jack then took her hips, running his hands down before feeling her buttocks, he took hold raising her from the floor and placing her upon the edge of the kitchen table.
"Do you want me right here?" The teen enquired, smiling, Jack smiling back nodded, taking the hem of her panties and as she lifted her hips from the table he pulled them from her, exposing her near bare pussy, with just a small landing strip of hair above a gorgeous opening glistening in arousal.
