This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Where better to make my debut than on Literotica for constructive criticisms, suggestions and advice. This is just a taster of the full story which I intend to submit. Please be frank. Let me know if you think I should submit more or whether I should simply leave such writings to others.
1. Caught
Looking down from my bedroom window, I could see Dana as she watered the plants which bordered our drive. As I watched, I felt suddenly captivated by the vision below me. If you had asked me at that exact moment, what it was that held me riveted to the view, I couldn't have answered. Perhaps it was the way the sunlight played across her hair making the long golden locks shimmer and dance in its warm rays. Maybe it was the delicate, pink, cotton dress she wore. It was plain except for the white trim around the edges of the skirt and collar, complimented by the white ankle socks she was wearing. I had noticed the buttons too. The same color pink as her dress, they spanned the full height of the garment, from skirt to neckline. I noticed them in particular because Dana had left the top two buttons unfastened, allowing me regular glimpses of the white lace bra she wore. Not that I could see it all, but I saw enough of it to be able to envisage the rest. The trouble was, I imagined that I saw more than the mere garment. My mind painted the image of two perfect nipples, proud and erect, as they thrust themselves against the flimsy cups.
It was at that very moment, as I stared down at the picture of loveliness, that my 18-year old daughter ceased to be merely a child in my eyes. She had suddenly become a sexually attractive young woman. Girlish innocence emanated from her slender figure, yet still her sexual allure shone as brightly as the overhead sun. My fatherly admiration and love for her suddenly became accompanied by two more emotions. I felt an extremely strong desire to view even more of her gorgeous body. But more - there was an even stronger, burning lust to possess her, to taste her, to enter her, to make her mine.
As these realizations hit me, I involuntarily stepped back from plain view of the window. I had the instant feeling that I didn't want to be seen looking down at my own off-spring. I felt as though the whole world was, in that split second, aware of these growing feelings and thoughts within me. I reacted out of panic. Stepping to the side, I became more comfortable within the shadow from the drapes. From here, I could watch without being seen.
My imagination whisked me from this vantage point into Dana's bedroom. She lay on her bed watching me as I approached her. Tiny hands seductively opened the remaining five buttons. Her left knee rose from the bed causing the skirt to slide open. White cotton panties emerged from the receding shadows. Lust filled eyes directed their gaze to her crotch. I saw the dampness on the gusset. I even smelled her scent. Ever so slowly, she opened the bodice of her dress, at the same time lowering her knee and parting her legs slightly. There was invitation in the movement. I was about to accept that invitation when a desperate conflict arose within me. I was her father for Christ's sake! Immediately, but regretfully, I shook the fantasy from my mind.
Back in reality, pangs of guilt and shame coursed through me at such speed that my breathing and heartbeat were momentarily suspended. They returned to me only when l had repositioned myself within this new found comfort zone. Even when they were restored, they were no longer functioning as they were a few minutes earlier. Both my breathing and heart rate had increased dramatically as newly formed adrenalin entered my bloodstream. Here I was, 46 years old, skulking in the shadow of my own bedroom, looking down through wanton eyes, upon my own flesh and blood.
My imagination kicked in again. Her hands were busy stimulating herself. Her left hand played across the right cup or her sheer bra, teasing and pinching the hard pink bud which poked at the material. Her breath was regular but slightly heavy. Her 34B breasts rose and fell in unison. Her right hand was down between her legs, smoothing, stroking and rubbing her pussy through the ever soaking cotton. Her panties had gathered together between the cheeks of her butt, before disappearing from view. There, droplets of glistening liquid escaped from the confines of her underwear. In tiny rivulets they ran down the curves of her behind, spreading the dampness to the bed sheet. Her beautiful blue, puppy-like eyes were pleading for me to intervene. I reached out for her with both hands. "No!" I screamed and once more, snapped back to reality
Dana glanced upward, directly towards the window. My exclamation had obviously carried to the garden below. She straightened her 5' 4 frame and swept her long blond tresses back over her shoulder. As she had bent over to water the last few plants, her hair had followed the laws of gravity and had snaked over her shoulder, covering my view of her bra and cleavage. As she straightened up, however, the sensuous image of her delicate lingerie returned to my gaze. I felt beads of sweat forming on my brow. Had she seen me leering at her? I told myself not to be silly, but just in case, took another half step deeper into the shadow. Any further and I would lose the view completely.
Dana, seemingly satisfied that nobody was watching her, returned her attention to tending the garden. Subconsciously, my right hand began stroking the hardness which tented the front of my trousers. I adjusted myself so that the discomfort was replaced with that manly warmth which signals the urge to ejaculate. Slowly I stroked the bulge through my trousers, gently kneading my now throbbing member. Gradually I became lost in the moment unaware that the observer had become the observed! Oblivious to the world around me, I was rudely, almost violently, snatched back to reality by the voice of my wife, Debbie.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked. Her tone was cutting and sarcastic.
If my heart had skipped a beat earlier, this was more like a full cardiac arrest. My body felt the panic from the top of my head to my toes. My hand froze in mid stroke. Simultaneously, my head shot round in the direction of the sound. My facial muscles refused to maintain their grip on my jaw and it dropped almost to my chest. To Debbie, I must have looked the epitome of a kid caught in the cookie jar.
