I came home early from work one day as I had gone in very early. I didn't think anyone was home as the house was quiet, the wife was at work, and the kids were supposed to be in school for at least another couple hours. I went to the bedroom my wife and I share to change into some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, but left the door open as, once again, I thought I was alone. The house was extremely quiet, as was I, when all of a sudden someone came down the hallway and walked toward the kitchen. I can see the kitchen from my bedroom, but with the door open and me just a bit startled, I jumped behind my bedroom door and peaked through the door hinge crack to see who else was in the house. It was my stepdaughter, Diana...
Diana turned 18 a few months ago, and just graduated high school. She has long brown hair that she usually wears in a braided pony tail and braided head band. Diana is 5'7" and maybe all of 115 pounds. She has big, beautiful brown eyes, high cheek bones, and perky "C-cup" breasts. She has somewhat broad shoulders that taper neatly down to her toned ribcage, abdomen and back, and it only gets better leading down to her perfectly thin waist, apple-bottomed ass, and long, but shapely and toned legs. Diana is a Playboy College Pictorial waiting to happen, and she lives in our house!
As I peered through the gap from behind my bedroom door, I saw Diana was butt-naked! She had NO IDEA I was home, and she was prancing around in the kitchen while humming and making a hot snack on the stove. My manhood paid attention as well as I began to get a hard-on that was now pitching a tent in my basketball shorts.
I thought to myself, "What do I do? Do I let her know I am here and startle and embarrass the hell out of her, or do I just watch and admire this amazing specimen of a young woman stark naked in our kitchen, and just stroke my cock to her peaceful hum and gorgeous body without her ever knowing I was watching?"
Over the last several years while she was growing up, I noticed she paid close attention and often complimented me when I really felt she was going out of her way. I also noticed how she would smile at me, give me hugs for no apparent reason, and would always show more of herself than her mother would approve of when she knew I was the sole captive audience with no one else around. When it was her "dishes night," she always came out of her room dressed rather scantily, and whenever I walked into the kitchen, she made sure to lean down toward the bottom rack of the dishwasher as her loose t-shirt would open up and reveal her ripe, perky breasts - sometimes with a bra, but most often without. She loved wearing Daisy Duke shorts while on dish-duty, but I never noticed until lately that this was the only time she wore them around the house, and even began wearing them more often when she knew her mother was not home. I always felt she was teasing me, but I tried hard not to acknowledge my interest in her for fear she was simply being a care-free teen-aged woman.
I thought about my dilemma a bit more and opted for a modified version of my initial thought process of "what to do now" as I figured it was worth a shot to see what her reaction might be. I stripped off my basketball shorts and removed my boxer briefs, but kept my t-shirt on. I wanted my entrance toward the kitchen to be almost as embarrassing for me as it was for her just to make her feel better about the situation. I knew she had nowhere to hide once I appeared, and that this pending "meeting" could go really bad or it could perhaps go in another direction. I was not completely sure what might happen.
Once I was ready, I cleared my throat so she would hear me, then abruptly walked out of my room towards the kitchen as if I were simply heading to the closed laundry room door on the other end of the house wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a slight hard-on while carrying my basketball shorts in one hand along-side me. Diana reacted immediately after I walked out of my room and after getting a glimpse of me walking toward her. She grabbed a kitchen towel hanging from the stove handle and tried to cover her breasts and hooch at the same time. The towel barely covered her breasts, and I could clearly see the bottom half of her trimmed nether-region as I began to react as well by covering my hard-on with my basketball shorts. We literally both stopped in our tracks as we made eye contact with one another. Diana panicked and turned her back to me, but then realized she was simply showing me her perfect ass! I giggled just to take the tension out of the room, but my cock was now standing at attention.
"I'm sorry, Honey, I didn't know anyone was home. I was heading to the dryer to see if I had some underwear in there, and thought I was alone."
Diana turned back around to face me while still trying to cover her important parts - albeit the towel was way too small as she moved it up and down as if she were wiping her stomach with it instead of trying to hide behind it. "Oh my God! I am SO sorry! I had no idea you were home. I...I...was just trying to make myself a snack. Could you please go back in your room so I can go get dressed?"
Her face said she was stressed out, but her eyes were wide open and I noticed a glimmer of curiosity in them. I turned around and said, "Of course, Dear, but there's nothing to be ashamed of" as I walked back to my room. Once I reached my bedroom doorway, I turned around and said, "This is almost a dream come true for me."
Diana asked, "What do you mean? You scared the crap out of me, and I am totally embarrassed!"
"Please don't be embarrassed," I said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. It was an innocent mistake by both of us. It's a dream come true for me because I have always felt we were close."
"I need to head to my room now to put some clothes on. Would you mind going into your room and closing the door behind you so I can get there?"
"No problem," I replied.
I closed the door to my room and heard Diana run past it down the hallway to her room and close her own bedroom door. Diana was much more shaken up than I had anticipated. Maybe I was wrong about her - about how she felt about me. I gave her some time, and after I had redressed and felt she had plenty of time to get dressed herself, I approached her bedroom door and knocked politely.
"Come in," she said.
I walked into Diana's room, and she was lying on her bed wearing Daisy Dukes and a loose t-shirt while staring at her laptop computer as it rested upon her chest.
"Look, Diana, I am sorry for what happened. I am ashamed to tell you this, but the truth is, I knew you were home, saw you naked in the kitchen, and came out of my room half-naked on purpose. I know. It was the wrong thing to do, and I am terribly sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I was wrong and I apologize!"
Diana looked up from her computer and gave me a coy grin before saying, "Hmmm...perhaps this is a dream come true for both of us."
"What do you mean?"
Diana cleared her throat and said, "I knew you were home, too. I heard the garage door open and your truck outside. I knew it was you! I know you go straight to your room after work and change clothes, and that's when I decided to walk to the kitchen naked. I was being voyeuristic, but had no idea you were going to do what you did, but I think I am glad you did it."
"Why?"
"Because I have been trying to get your attention for a long time, and now that I am 18, it just excites me even more! Okay, I will just say it. I have a crush on you!"
I felt my cock stiffen as those last words passed her lips, then I walked closer to Diana as she lay on her bed and said, "I have had a crush on you as well for a long time, but I know it's totally wrong and it's just weird. Part of me wants to just leave your room and forget any of this happened - including this conversation. Yet, part of me wants to explore what we've just shared with each other, and see what happens while we are all alone."