This is the second installment of Daughter's Visit. I would like to thank my editor Stephen7Redo for his work on this installment. You did a great job at helping this story flow properly making for an easier read.
I woke up a half hour earlier than my normal time of 6:15 so I could finish preparing the guest room and clean the rest of my house. I would be going right from work to the airport to pick up my daughter Alexis, coming home from college for a short visit. I threw on a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts after brushing my teeth. I went downstairs to get myself a cup of coffee before I got started on making the house presentable. My house wasn't dirty it just needed a little organizing as I had a pile of junk mail that was sitting on the counter unopened and a few work files sitting on my dining room table. With my cup of Hazelnut coffee I then headed upstairs to get the guest room squared away.
Thankfully I had the sense to throw the sheets in the wash last night as I knew I wouldn't have time to wash them this morning. Looking at the bed brought back memories of the passionate sex I'd had with Aaron the night before. My mind flashed back to me riding his large young virile cock while he groped my tits. I also looked down at the carpet in front of the bed where I could see the telltale spots of where I was kneeling while I sucked on that delicious dick of his before we moved onto the bed to get ourselves off, more than once.
I mentally slapped myself to stop replaying last night's activities in my head. I had to get this room ready so I could go to work and getting horny would not fit into that schedule. Within ten minutes I had the bed made and organized the closet and dresser for my daughter. I realized Alexis would be my first guest to stay over since I had moved in 6 months ago. My other daughter had visited a couple of times but she and her husband did not spend the night. My only other 'guest' was Aaron, my young lover, but he never slept in any room but my bedroom.
I finished my cup of coffee and headed back downstairs to spruce up the living areas. Twenty-five minutes later the house was all cleaned and organized. So I made my way back upstairs and turned on my shower before taking off the tank-top and my shorts. The sex I had had with Aaron last night must have satisfied me as I didn't have any urge to get myself off while I was shaving my pussy. Once the water was warm enough I hopped into the large walk-in shower and shaved my legs and my pussy. I should be good for a couple of days or so I hoped to be able to hold out until my date on Saturday night with Dylan. I washed the rest of me quickly and then washed my hair.
Once I was done I got out of the shower and headed to my closet. I grabbed a black pencil skirt with light blue pinstripes on it. I picked out a light blue short sleeved blouse that matched the pinstripes to go with it. Then I grabbed a black pair of Jimmy Choo sling-back four inch heels and a pair of black lace top silk thigh highs. With a light blue and pink bra that went well with the blouse and a black silk g-string I completed my outfit. I was dressed in no time and on to do my hair and make-up before heading downstairs to grab a second cup of coffee, my purse and laptop bag. I was out the door a minute later and settled into my car for the twenty-five minute commute into work.
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I had been done with my class about forty-five minutes ago and was back at my off-campus apartment. I already had most of the clothes for my trip home on my bed, a couple of pairs of jeans and tops. I needed to grab shoes and bras and thongs. I figured I should take something sexy since mom said she was going to set me up on a date with the guy that lived down the street from her. From what she told me about him, I was very intrigued. He sounded like he had his act together, a good job and a house. Mom also mentioned he was very mature for his age and something she seemed to gush over was that he had a great looking body.
I was looking forward to meeting him and see what might develop between the two of us. I had been on a losing streak with men lately as the last five guys I had gone out with had been real duds. They were either very immature, were lousy in bed or had serious emotional baggage. I was looking for someone that would make me laugh and would be fun to spend time with. If the guy was good in bed then I would be beside myself as this would be the complete package for me.
Maybe Aaron was that guy.
Before I get lost in my thoughts of what I am looking for in a man let me tell you more about myself. My name is Alexis, although my closest friends call me Lexi. I'm 5'7" and this semester I weigh 117 pounds. I have long dark brown hair that comes down to my shoulder blades and hazel eyes. I work out 4-5 times a week to keep myself in what I think is very good shape. The hard work has paid off as I get looks from men and women both wherever I go. I enjoy the looks from the men but enjoy it even more from women. The reason is I know men look as they check out every woman that comes around but I know if a woman checks me out she is either admiring my clothes or my body.
Both I get a thrill out of. I actually do the same thing every time I see an attractive woman. I admire a woman with a gorgeous body and yes, a few times I have even gotten the woman into my bed to enjoy the wonderful treasures of her bodies. I enjoy sleeping with other women, although I haven't often, but when I have I've savored the sensations that only another woman can give me. I haven't been in a relationship with a woman since college when I had a torrid affair with my college psychology professor. The affair lasted from my freshman year until the middle of my junior year. Hannah had opened me up to a whole other world, and while I cried for two days when she took another position across the country, I thanked her for all that she had taught me and the opportunities that she had given me.
I picked some sexy underwear in case my mom's neighbor was able to charm his way into my pants. I hate getting caught in ugly under-things when getting intimate. After putting my things in my suitcase I grabbed a pair of heels and my running sneaks. I zipped up the suitcase and then put my tablet into my backpack. Grabbing my purse and keys and I was out the door and on my way to the airport. I made it to the airport in a little over half an hour. Forty five minutes after that I was sitting at the gate waiting for my flight to board. I sent a text to my mom to let her know I would be boarding soon and would see her in a couple of hours. The flight boarded shortly after that and grabbed my seat. The flight wasn't full and I had the whole row to myself. Once the flight leveled off I stretched out across the two seats and drifted off to sleep...
I was with Hannah again, my freshman year psychology professor, we were at her house out on her patio making out. She pulled down fabric that consisted of a tube top freeing my tits from beneath the material, before she leaned forward to take my right nipple into her mouth. I had dressed like a slut that night showing as much skin as possible knowing she was always checking me out during class. My hands were busy undoing the buttons to her shorts before I quickly got my hand inside of her shorts and then her wet thong. The way that she sucked on my nipples was driving me nuts. It was different than how any guy had done me before. She was soft and subtle, not rough and painful like most guys do. Don't get me wrong there are times when I want my nipples bitten and pulled on in a rough way, but Hannah made them, and me, feel really good. Her pussy lips were very wet and I was able to get my fingers into her easily, the warm juices just seemed to draw my fingers on in. I knew I was turning her on.
My dream was so real, as I felt Hannah's hands move down to my skirt then underneath the little bit of fabric that covered my ass. Her fingers lightly traced from the top of my butt cheeks all the way down to where my cheeks met my legs. She then pulled at the thin piece of silk that was nestled between my ass cheeks. Her little tug pulled the silk fabric of my thong back against my pussy lips and clit. I let out a small moan as that enlarged clit mine enjoyed the stimulation. But no sooner than I had been ready to feel an orgasm begin than Hannah pushed me up off of her, breaking the bond made by our kissing lips along with the connection I had with her aroused and naturally lubricated vagina.