I'm a confirmed nudist. I wish society would permit anybody to go anywhere naked whenever they want. But, oh well. At least in my own house I can strip down and not worry about it. At least I could do that before I married Cherie and she brought her eighteen year old daughter to live with us. Cherie said Penny would "probably be okay" with casual nudity, but I decided to let her get to know me a little bit.
As it turned out, that was a good decision. Since then -- a year ago -- there have been a few times when Penny has surprised me in the nude. She is okay with it, but has expressed her desire to not see it too often. So I pretty much stay covered when she is likely to be around.
My stepdaughter and I have gotten along well since she first came to live with us from her hometown. We trade occasional backrubs and she is very affectionate in other ways. She will frequently give me a nice hug when she comes into the kitchen, or whatever room I happened to be in. All right. I admit that I've fantasized about fucking her. I'm in my fifties. she is not my daughter, nor a child. She's a young woman who is sexually active, though the guys in town apparently don't realize what they're missing. She hasn't gotten laid since she arrived.
That's something I knew because Penny is very open about sex. She was always complaining about it, so much so, that at my suggestion, Cherie got her a vibrator as a gift.
One morning, I was in the shower in our new house. I had designed it, including a "party shower". I wanted a shower that didn't need curtains or doors, so I made it 4'x6'. The shower head was deep in the end of the room so the floor stayed dry outside the tiled room.
As I said, I was in the shower. My wife had gone to work and Penny was still in bed. Or so I thought. Not that it mattered much. I always leave the bathroom door open when I shower. I don't care if Penny wants to come in and use the mirror, or whatever, but it hadn't happened yet.
I was rinsing my hair when I caught a movement at the door. I heard Penny's voice, "Oh! Sorry!" she called.
"No problem," I replied. "Did you want to shower, Honey?"
"Yeah, but I can wait."
"Okay. Or...you could come on in and join me. We can wash each other's back." This wasn't the shock it might sound like. Cherie had invited her to shower with both of us on a few occasions. Penny had always grimaced and turned her down. Her imagination, like most kids', didn't have room for the concept of her parents as sexual beings -- or naked beings, for that matter. So I only asked her that morning as a joke. But she surprised me.
"Really?" she asked, her head appearing again around the corner of the shower doorway. The collar of her white terrycloth robe showed around her neck. I was surprised, but the invitation had been sincere, even though given in jest.
"Sure. It beats using the brush to wash my back." To my surprise, she smiled and stepped into full view. She untied the sash of the robe, let it slide off her shoulders onto the bath mat, and stepped into the shower.
Penny is what might kindly be called voluptuous. "Zaftig". A "BBW". Okay, she's fat. But she's very pretty and proud of the large breasts her size has given her. In all this, except for breast size, she takes after her mother. Cherie's weight stemmed from two years spent in a wheelchair recuperating from a shattered ankle. Prior to that, she was very slender -- a dancer and dance teacher. So her breasts, while not small, are smaller than her daughter's.
Still, they are both attractive to me. I long ago rid myself of the prejudice that says slim equals sexy. "Sexy" comes from within, not from dress size. Anyway, as Penny stepped under the shower, she raised her arms to push her long brown hair back and wet it down. The action made her beautiful tits rise and point directly at me. She smiled and I smiled back.
"Uh...Honey," I began, but she interrupted me. I had been about to apologize for the erection that was building at my groin. I wanted to tell her to just ignore it and it would pass.
"Don't worry about it, Frank," she said. "I'm flattered. You know how little action I've gotten lately. It's good to see that I can get a rise out of a guy, even if it is my 'ancient' stepfather." She had that twinkle in her eye. As she spoke the last she turned away from me. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. There was her nice broad ass staring me in the face, as it were. She had just issued a challenge, and I knew she knew what was coming, though she would deny it. I delivered a resounding swat to her wet ass with my hand. She shrieked and spun to face me.
We almost slipped during the struggle that ensued. It was great. I had my arms around her and her naked ass was rubbing my hard cock between us. We were both laughing -- for about two minutes. Then we seemed to both realize our position at the same time. She stopped trying to escape and relaxed back against me. Taking my forearms, she raised my hands to her breasts and sighed. I lowered my lips to the side of her neck to kiss and nuzzled her. Her hands dropped to the sides of my legs and she stroked me gently.
