Sure, she was 'grown,' but to me, at eighteen years old, Lara was just barely a woman, more girl than woman. Watching her as she moved innocently around the house, I knew that within maybe another year and a good man regularly fucking her, she'd be knocked up with a big belly and milky teats, and there would be no doubt about her womanly maturity. I know it sounds horrible, but any man would be fortunate indeed to have, love, and be able to shape Lara's young, impressionable mind and body.
Physically, at 5' 4" and maybe 115 pounds, she was of small, petite stature with a slim waist and curvy ass and hips. She had thick auburn colored hair that hung just below her shoulders, pouty pink lips, and big green eyes made more remarkable by long dark eyelashes. To me, her best attributes were her full, firm breasts that some might think were large for her small size, as if any sane man would care, and accenting her gorgeous breasts were pink, puffy nipples that became erect at the slightest stimulation.
My name is Jim, and it was a blessed day when Lara came into our lives. Just turning twenty, Lara had worked for me for the last two years, having started when my wife, Pearl, became terminally ill. Pearl died about a year ago, and I asked Lara to stay on and help with keeping the house, you know, cooking, cleaning, that kind of thing. She had had a difficult time at home before coming to us and had finally fled when the sexual demands of her older brother had become more than she could handle. At the time, Lara was fresh out of high school, and more afraid to stay at home with her brother than to sneak away during the night broke and alone. The molestation had gone on for several months before one night after he came to her bedroom, roughly fucked her and fallen asleep inside her, she had made a decision. She waited for what seemed like hours before she finally managed to get out of bed without waking him, gather her few belongings, and successfully make her escape.
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Lara was attractive, and whether she realized it or not, a sexually desirable girl. It was obvious she didn't have very much life experience (aside from what her brother was doing to her), but I think that made her even more attractive. You wanted to take care of her, protect her, and fuck her all at the same time.
She had been troubled and afraid when she showed up at our door; taking pity on her, we offered her a job and somewhere to stay. We immediately liked Lara, and after a while, both Pearl and I treated her like a daughter. Since Pearl's passing, Lara and me, being here alone so much of the time, things had slowly changed, and though she was younger than my youngest boy, I had started feeling those feelings a man has for a woman he sexually desires. Considering everything she had gone through with her pervert of a brother, I didn't want to scare her or make her leave, but it had gotten hard for me to hide my feelings and male needs. After a while, I stopped trying to cover myself when seeing her gave me an erection.
I'll never forget the day around noon when she was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. I had come into the kitchen and stood quietly watching her, feeling my cock twitch and jerk in my pants. When she turned around, she saw how my erection was tenting my overalls in front and asked, "Daddy Jim, what's wrong? What's wrong?" all the while staring intently at the outline of my growing erection.
"Lara, you're a young, sweet girl, I finally said, and you must know that when a man meets a woman he desires, he gets these feelings. When they start feeling that way, their member will get swollen and hard and, and Hell, he'll want to make love to the woman so he can show her how he feels."
Looking momentarily puzzled she stopped washing the dishes, dried her hands and said, "Daddy Jim, I'm almost twenty years old, I know what it means when a man gets a tent in the front of his pants. Is that how you feel about me, Daddy Jim? Do I make your thing hard and push the front of your pants out?"
"Yeah, yeah, you do, Lara," I replied.
She stood, the curiosity evident in her eyes as they flittered from my face to my crotch, making my erection harder and press more insistently against the confines of my overalls.
"Can I see it?" She asked
I had been holding my breath, but finally exhaled.
"Well, yes, if you really want to," I said
"Umhum, I want to."