This story is very loosely based on a fantasy Walt and I frequently play. After all, I am young enough to be his daughter.
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You didn't know it, but I've been aware of the way you look at me for some time, now.
You started looking at me differently after I turned eighteen. Maybe it was seeing me in a bikini, instead of the one-piece I usually wore, at my birthday pool party. You realized I was rapidly becoming a woman.
You usually watch Mom: she looks great in her slingshot. But she was wearing a tee and shorts today. Today was about me. You noticed me, and you began to look at me more.
You didn't think I'd notice how you were always where you could watch me as I walked upstairs to my room. I would put an extra sway to my hips as I slowly climbed the stairs. I made a special effort to wear skirts or dresses that barely covered my bottom. You never realized I wore my briefest panties, or that I would 'accidentally' drop something and bend over, allowing you tantalizing glimpses of my bottom.
You always quickly averted your gaze when you thought I'd caught you peeking. I knew, though: I could see a slight reddening around your collar. You hid it well, but, I knew you wanted me.
You never touched me inappropriately: no lingering touches, no copped feels, only chaste hugs and kisses on my cheeks. You never made innuendos or talked suggestively. You never hovered over me, or made inadvertent contact with my body.
But, all that changed after I graduated high school.
I don't know what brought about the change in your behavior. Was I suddenly more attractive? Was it because I was now a woman? Or was it because I became more blatantly provocative in my behavior? Maybe, it was because I was inviting a new physical closeness.
You see, I wanted you as much as you wanted me.
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I measure 44DDD-30-42, although, I'm pretty sure you already know that. I'm reasonably athletic: I'm soft, but not fat.
I am built very much like Mom and her sister, Aunt Helen. We all stand about 5ft-6, with blonde hair and blue eyes, though mine were a deeper blue, like yours. We are all full-figured, voluptuous, with large, full breasts and generous hips and bottoms. Men of your age like women like us. We are built for long hours of afternoon delight, or hot, steamy nights beneath the sheets. We are women with bodies, soft and willing, made to please men like you.
I know you are drawn to women of my 'stature'. I frequently hear you taking Mom in your bed several times a night. I know you take Aunt Helen to bed when Mom is away shopping for the afternoon. I've even seen you with your secretary.
Oh!! You didn't know I saw you? Don't worry, I won't tell Mom. It can be our little secret, just like this. Okay?
I can see my behavior turns you on. Whenever I sit on your lap, my breasts are almost in your face. You can see the soft, pale flesh as my mounds rise when I take a breath. I don't protest whenever you rest your hand on my bare thigh. I moan softly as your hand slides up to my panties. I'm sure you could tell I am wet. Too bad Mom is in another room. What would she think if she knew you wanted me? Or that you turned me on?
Do you like my bikini? I hope you like it: I bought it especially for you. It leaves almost nothing to your imagination. The top just barely covers my areoles. The bottom hardly conceals my mound and exposes most of my round bottom. And the ties at the side...What do you think would happen if it were to come untied?
I'm being naughty? Shameless? Don't you approve? I'm doing this for you!
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Tomorrow is Father's day, and I've come to give you your present early. Do you like what you see? Of course, you do. I can see a nice, big bulge forming in your pants.
What's that?
Don't worry, Mom is out shopping for your special dinner tomorrow: she won't be back until late, knowing her.
