A different spin on Corruption part 7
"Hi Steve, can I come in out of the rain?"
I stood in shock just after 10:30 on a Friday evening at the stunning 18-year-old daughter of my new neighbour stood on my doorstep. She was dressed in a skimpy black dress I had drooled over just a few days previously, although now it was soaked as the rain poured down and I swear I could see the swell of her nipples through the thin material.
I had never known a family like the Coopers since they had moved in a month ago. The mum, Julie, was divorced and in her mid to late 30s and was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She still had her step children from her failed marriage living with her, Tom and Beki, even though they were 21 and 18. The family seemed really close, although I wasn't to discover how close until much later, and really friendly.
Beki was an absolute stunner, long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and big boobs that I guessed were a C cup or even a d cup that all her tops seemed to flaunt, narrow hips but an incredible arse that I couldn't help but watch every time I saw her. The fact that at 54 I was old enough to be her father, heck even her grandfather, meant I beat myself up for lusting after her even as I spent many nights beating off with images of her.
I really was not normally like this. I grew up with a real belief that sex was for marriage, but sadly I had never got married so this was a bit of a downer! Over the years, and especially with COVID-19, I had turned to porn and masturbatory fantasies more and more, but Beki was a walking wet dream. She seemed to ooze sex appeal, and she knew it. Just the previous Tuesday, I had been visiting with Julie when Beki had come downstairs to show her mum her new dress. It was a short black number with a low-cut top that seemed to accentuate her glorious bust and clung to all her curves making my cock jump to attention in my pants. Julie didn't help by asking her daughter to give us a show and turn around. If I thought the front was tight, the way it clung to her arse was one of the hottest things I had seen in real life. As Beki left, Julie looked down at me and grinned at the lump in my jeans.
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it!" I stammered, mortified that I had been perving over her young stepdaughter.
"It's OK," replied Julie, "She is a bit of a prick tease but I don't blame you for being turned on. Heck, if you weren't here, I might have been tempted to tear that dress off her myself!" I was learning that the family had a very strange sexual humour, so obviously Julie was joking. Wasn't she?!
And now, here was Beki stood in that same dress in the rain...
"Hey Steve, can I come in and get out of the rain, or are you going to leave me here all night?"
Julie's question brought me back to the present. My thoughts had probably only been a few seconds, but I knew I was asking for trouble if I invited her inside my house but I couldn't think of any way to say no. Somehow, I ended up ushering her in to the lounge, doing my best not to stare at her behind as she walked in front of me.
"What's going on Beki?" I asked as we sat down in the lounge. "Focus on her face, Stephen" my inner monologue whispered as my eyes fought to stare at her chest.
It turned out Beki had been out drinking with her boyfriend, they had got into a fight and she had come home to find her mum and brother out and she'd left her keys at home. I noticed she was shivering as she briefly relayed her tale, but as there was only me and a younger male lodger in the house (and my lodger was away) I really didn't know what to do.
"I have a smelly, old dressing gown if you want to borrow it and a towel and dry off," I offered, somewhat embarrassed.
"Thanks Steve, you're so cool," she purred as she went to dry off upstairs and put her dress in the dryer. She seemed to take an age upstairs, but I didn't think a lot of it. If anything, it was even more distracting as she came back down in just my dressing gown and I assumed her underwear, but I knew I needed to be on best behaviour. I offered her a drink, she wanted wine and we began to chat about all sorts. I was really uncomfortable at first, but as we got in to talking she had a way of making me feel really good and relaxed even if there was definitely part of me aware that I had an almost naked 18 year old girl alone in the house. After about half hour, I asked Beki if she knew when her mum would be home but Beki didn't know and claimed that her phone had died.
I didn't have Julie's number, and I was amazed to discover that Beki knew it off by heart as she borrowed my phone. I would later discover that this was just a ploy to get my number, but this never crossed my mind as Beki chatted with her mum for a while before passing the phone to me.
"I can't believe Beki has locked herself out again!" Julie said. Her voice sounded strained and she seemed out of breath as we spoke. "Oh yes, that's it!" she suddenly screamed as I thought I heard a man's voice in the background.
"What??" I spluttered as I imagined in my minds eye what Julie was doing, but she did her best to cover up her outburst.