My stepdaughter is a real cocktease. She must do it on purpose - I mean, she must, the things she does that get me so hot and hard, how could she not know what she does to me? And not just me. After she graduated from high school a couple of years ago she's been working at the supermarket at the checkout line, and I've seen the way other men look at her, at her big, beautiful tits and pretty face, they really check out the checkout girl if you know what I mean! And you can see her little smile, she knows what she's doing, oh yeah, she knows what she's doing to their cocks. It's like she wants to make sure they get a good look at what they can't have and make them suffer thinking about what they're missing. So you can imagine what it does to me having her still living at home, watching her traipse around in those little short skirts she likes to wear, teasing my cock so bad!
My wife Donna is so clueless. Sometimes Bethany runs around the house in just her underwear, giving me a constant hardon, and Donna doesn't notice a thing, has no idea what that does to me, has no idea that I've actually tried to peek into the bathroom when Beth is in the shower or through her bedroom window. I've never been actually able to see anything, and I'm sure that Bethany did that on purpose, too - I manage to get just little peeks that get me even more hot and bothered, and jacking off later in frustration. And I bet she knows it. God, she drives me crazy!
Usually after dinner we watch television. Donna stretches out on the couch, and often falls asleep pretty quickly. I like to sit in the recliner chair in front of the TV. Bethany usually lies on the carpeted floor between me and the TV, sometimes with a book in front of her. If she's wearing a skirt you can imagine what it does to me having those long, smooth legs and barely covered ass directly in my line of sight! She did it a few days ago, in fact. My eyes were glued to her, trying to see as far up her skirt as I could, and every once in a while she'd move a little, and the skirt would go a bit higher. She bent her knees and lifted her bare feet, slowly swaying them from side to side. As her skirt rose higher I could see more and more of her tight white panties and her firm, rounded ass, and I got so excited that I began to touch myself.
Then she suddenly reached around and pulled the skirt back down and straightened her legs, closing them tightly together. I had to suppress a groan of disappointment, and watched the TV program for a while. But then I noticed that her legs were moving apart slowly, bit by bit, so that once again I was able to see between them, more and more as her long legs spread wider apart. My cock was getting harder by the second as I strained to see further up her skirt. I glanced over at Donna to make sure she was asleep, then I slowly lowered the zipper on my pants and carefully pulled out my cock - it was fully erect, and I began to stroke it slowly. God, it felt so good, stroking my hard cock while looking up the skirt of that mouth-watering little tease! I kept myself on the edge of coming as I saw more of her panties become visible between her legs, just a narrow strip barely covering her sweet teenage pussy, hiding what I've needed to see so badly for so long, and frustrating the hell out of me as usual!
I was almost at the point of no return when she suddenly sat up on her knees and adjusted her skirt. I was just able to get my erection back in my pants and zipped back up as she got up and announced that she was going to bed. She smiled as she walked past me, and gave me a little pat on the shoulder. Don't tell me she doesn't know what she's doing! God, I want to see more of this little cocktease, she drives me mad!
Later that night I masturbated in bed next to my sleeping wife, as I do so often these days. Oh, we do have sex now and then, but even so it's Bethany I'm thinking about when I'm sliding in and out, working up to orgasm, pretending it's her sweet, tight, nineteen-year-old pussy that's giving me this incredible pleasure as my cock bucks and writhes deep in her slippery warmth. This night I was desperate to come, but first I wanted to tease myself with the memory of looking up Bethany's skirt. After I was sure that Donna was deeply asleep, I lowered the boxers I sleep in and reached down between my legs to lightly fondle and stroke my balls with my fingertips while I recalled staring between Bethany's slowly opening legs. My cock began to swell, and soon it was hard and rising, aroused, needing attention. I allowed it to touch lightly against my forearm as I continued to fondle my testicles. I moaned as the ultra-sensitive underside of the head brushed against the smooth skin of my arm, but I allowed it only a brief wisp of pleasure before raising my arm just enough to be out of reach. I did this again and again, oh my God, teasing it so much, so good, so good, then the covers were down - carefully, can't wake Donna - then both masturbating hands, one flicking and teasing all around the head, the other intensifying that wickedly seductive pleasure by gently scratching my balls, always teasing, tantalizing, holding orgasm just out of reach, making my excited cock need it so badly, tormenting it, taunting it, oh my God I love it so much!
Finally I explode helplessly into the tissue I've brought to bed for the purpose. The pleasure is so voluptuous, so exquisite, that I have to bury my face in my pillow to muffle my cries of ecstasy and release. And then I sleep, but I know that the torment will start all over again the next day.
Thinking of the things she's done to me I find it impossible to believe that she's not worrying my cock on purpose. Once when Donna was out shopping and I was reading in the living room Bethany came out of the bathroom after a shower with only a towel wrapped around her. The towel just barely covered her - it extended from about a quarter inch above the nipples of her full breasts down to an inch below her crotch. She walked into the living room where I was and chattered away about nothing in particular. I just looked at her, not knowing what to say; I knew my lips were trembling as I stared at her, but I couldn't help it. Then the towel started to fall, and she held it up by cupping and squeezing her breasts with both hands, and kept talking as if nothing had happened. Then she walked down the hall to her bedroom, and I could see the creases of the globes of her delicious bottom just below the towel, flexing and wiggling as she walked. Just as she went into her room she whipped off the towel, so I got a very brief view of her naked body from the rear. You can guess what was going on between my legs after that!
But even if she was deliberately trying to get me excited, she would never let me see her totally naked, except for that little flash after her shower. I'd sometimes get close to seeing her tits and pussy, but it always ended with my being frustrated. It got so bad that I began trying to see her undress through her bedroom window. I'd go into her room during the day and make sure the shade was up a couple of inches so I'd be able to see her later at night. When I tried to peek she always pulled the shade all the way down - but never before she'd stripped down completely to her underwear, surely to be certain I'd suffer if I happened to be outside the window. She'd walk around for a while in her skimpy bra and tight bikini panties, and then slowly pull down the shade before she took them off.
