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"Sweetie?" There was a loud bang as something slammed against the desk. I heard a groan but I could only ignore it as my office door was opening slowly. "Adrian? I don't mean to interrupt but where is Lila?" Sheila strolled into the room, picking up a discarded tank top and folded it gently. "She said she would be up in her bedroom but I haven't seen her all afternoon." Sheila was a beautiful woman, light blonde hair and large brown eyes. When we'd first met, she'd been rail thin from her poor diet and drug abuse but five years clean and sober, and with three square meals a day, she'd gone from malnutritioned to positively plump. She was a success story.
"I'm not sure darling." I answered. Lila licked the underside of my cock and I shifted uncomfortably. "Have you tried calling her cell?"
"It keeps ringing out." I jerked as Lila took me all the way to the back of her throat, gagging softly but Sheila was already turning around. "If you see her, tell her I need her help in the garden."
"Do you want me to give you a hand?" I offered, trying to be polite. Sheila shook her head, just as I knew she would. Sheila had grown up old fashioned. As a stay at home mom, she took care of all the housework, leaving me to my forty hour work week and occasional repair jobs around the house.
"You've been working hard all week long." She answered. "Taking care of the garden is a woman's job." She closed the door behind her and I pushed away from the desk, giving Lila more room to move around. She was still sucking my cock earnestly, not caring that we were so close to getting caught. I glanced down at her and let a smile spread across my features. She was as beautiful as her mother. Her blonde hair flowed all the way down to the middle of her back, and her eyes were a much lighter brown, almost golden. She was fit from years of running track and eating mostly salads and protein shakes. She looked up at me, pure innocent adoration in her eyes and it was my undoing. I came right into her mouth and when she jerked her head back in surprise, ropes and ropes of cum spurted onto her face and white lace bra.
"Fuck!" I reached for the tissue box and stood up, letting her out from underneath the desk. "I'm sorry about the mess." The girl shook her head and used a finger to scoop up gobs of cum. She swallowed it all down.
"I love a good facial." She assured me. She smoothed down her hair and straightened her skirt. "I should probably go tidy up."
"Your mother is looking for you." I reminded her and she nodded, pulling a face. Her relationship with Sheila was deteriorating slowly with every day. I had no idea how to fix it. Lila kissed my cheek and grinned, pulling the tank over her head. "I will need you later." I told her as she opened the door and she nodded immediately.
"Yes, sir."
This thing between Lila and I had started almost six months ago. It was eleven weeks to her high school graduation when her mother and I had been called to a faculty meeting. Her teachers explained that Lila had spent most of her senior year fucking around. Insubordination to her teachers, truancy, smoking in the bathrooms, the whole nine yards. They said, in no uncertain terms, that she needed to display exemplary behavior and grades for the next three months or their only other solution would be to expel her. If Lila didn't pull up her socks, she definitely wouldn't have the credits to graduate and they sure as hell didn't want her for another year. Sheila was livid and when we got home, they got into a fight so monstrous I had to intervene before it came to blows. Sheila was sent to the other side of the house as I sat Lila down for a stern talking to.
Sheila had dropped out of high school in the tenth grade when her mother died so, to Lila's disappointment and slight relief, she was of no help in the academics section. Naturally, it all fell on me. I tutored Lila every single afternoon from four to eight. We did practice tests and workbooks. We went on field trips and stayed up late revising flashcards. Sheila was overjoyed when Lila walked across that stage, graduating with a whopping 2.9 GPA.
Lila, unfortunately, had completely missed the college application deadline but I was able to get her an entry level job as a receptionist at my office. We left home together every morning and came home together every night. I had noticed the beginnings of her crush while I tutored her but it seemed as though her graduation had made her braver. She wore tiny tops that exposed her cleavage and midriff. Her shorts got shorter and shorter until she disposed of them altogether, choosing to walk around the house in her underwear. Sheila was completely oblivious. She kept on marveling at how close we were getting.
My first reaction, obviously, was panic. I kept flinching at every siren sound, waiting for someone to catch on to what was happening, but the longer it went on, the less panic I felt and the more exhilarating her little games became. I rationalized it in my head. It was completely consensual after all, she was coming on to me. It all came to a head on a random Friday in October. It all happened so perfectly that I could have sworn fate herself intervened to get me between my stepdaughters legs.
It was my office's first ever attempt at a casual Friday. Lila came out of her room dressed in a frilly short black skirt and a white blouse so tight it looked painted on. I pressed my lips together, expecting Sheila to say something... anything... but my loving wife simply kissed us both on the cheeks, handed us our lunches and shoved us out the door. Right as we reached the car door, the sprinklers turned on, dousing us both in freezing cold water. The obvious option was to run back inside but we both jumped into the vehicle and I slammed the door shut.
"Shit shit shit!" I exclaimed, looking down to see the damage. My polo shirt was a little wet. I started the engine and put the AC on full blast, hoping it would dry at some point during the twenty minute drive. Lila hadn't been so lucky. I spared her a glance as we left the neighborhood and saw that not only was her white shirt soaked, but she was braless underneath. I could see her pink nipples, puckered up in the cold. She was wiping furiously, muttering under her breath but the damage was done. I found a shoulder to pull over into and quickly dialed my office to let them know we'd be late.
"Thank you." Her voice was small. Glancing around quickly, she pulled the shirt over her head, completely exposing herself. She then opened the blouse in front of the ac vent, probably trying to speed up the process. I glanced out of my window, resisting the urge to leer at her but her voice made my mouth dry up.
"You can look at me, daddy." The word went straight to my dick. "In fact, I want you to look." I kept my gaze firmly on the empty street. "I've been looking for a way to thank you for practically saving my high school career."
"You don't have to thank me." My voice was rough. My erection was making it hard to think. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm just happy we pulled it off."
