It was the morning of our arrival at the Empress Hotel in London's West End. I had agreed to accompany my step-daughter Louise on a business trip which was of major importance to her company and so she faced it with some trepidation. As a consequence, she had taken the unusual step for her of asking for my support during her weekend away.
Louise was a mature woman in her early thirties and had carved a successful career for herself in the banking world. As a professional woman she was always smartly dressed and would usually wear a skirt and blouse teamed with glossy panty hose and high heels. She was stunningly beautiful, with soft auburn hair subtly streaked with blond highlights and limpid brown eyes.
Over the years I had been increasingly attracted to her and had had to suppress my feelings whilst trying to sustain my fatherly role. It was getting very difficult and my desire for her was beginning to dominate my every waking thought.
One thing in particular had become an obsession; her lingerie. Whilst she was still a schoolgirl I had once ventured in to her bedroom and, driven by a frantic lust, had sifted through her underwear drawer and found a soft, light green nylon half slip which I knew she often wore under her school skirt.
As I ran my hands over its silky folds I developed a huge erection and decided to risk masturbating then and there in Louise's room. I freed my aching cock and proceeded to gently draw the slip back and forth over the sensitive tip. The sensation was exquisite. Before long the pre-cum was leaking in to the nylon and I knew I had passed the point of no return.
Wrapping the nylon folds around my hardness I wanked slowly and steadily, picturing Louise in my mind's eye dressed only in bra and slip and pumping me with her slim hand. I erupted in to the nylon and called her name as I came, anxious that she might hear me as she watched television downstairs and yet also perhaps half wishing that she could be there with me.
When I had finished, I tidied myself up and took the wet slip with me, secreting it for further use. I never did return it and yet Louise never said anything about it. I was to often wonder if she knew my guilty secret.
And now, nearly twenty years later, I was accompanying Louise in a situation I could only have dreamed of before. We had booked in to the London hotel after some difficulty finding rooms elsewhere. However, all they could offer us at the Empress was one twin room. Louise had done the booking and seemed to accept that we would have to share. In fact she joked that we would have to check in as husband and wife to allay any suspicions.
When we arrived at the check-in desk, I discovered that she had done exactly that. And so, as 'Mr and Mrs Fletcher', we made our way up to our room. It was a spacious, if somewhat soulless room, with two neatly made single beds and the usual ensuite facilities. We dumped our cases on one of the beds, looked at each other and burst out laughing.
'Well, hello, Mr Fletcher', Louise smiled and then added, with a pretend coyness, 'I wonder if this is the honeymoon suite?'
I grinned back at her and at the same time my heart leapt a little at this tantalising pretence. Did she know deep down how I felt about her?
With this thought on my mind, I watched as she started to unpack her case and put her clothes in the rather meagre drawers and wardrobe provided. Neither of us spoke for a time and Louise smiled at me as she sorted her clothes.
She had brought what seemed like a large selection of outfits for just one weekend but it was then that I realised with a start that much of what she was putting away was black lingerie. I sat down on the bed next to hers and drank in some of the silken delights that were emerging from the case. She caught my gaze and I reddened with embarrassment.
'Do you like these, Rick?' she enquired with a shy smile, 'I always like to bring my best underwear for posh events like this. And it's important that my slips, bras and panties match. And of course my favourite colour is black; I think it's so sexy, don't you?'
I gulped in acknowledgement and to my acute discomfort realised that I was developing a hard on.
'Come and have a look,' she added, 'I've brought with me a half slip, a full slip, two bras and two pairs of panties; all in silky black nylon. And, oh yes, this gorgeous black full slip I ordered from America. It's quite special as it is double-skirted and also so very soft and sexy against my skin. And I just love the way the two layers of nylon slither together.'
By now, Louise looked quite flushed and excited as she picked up each item in turn and felt their softness. She urged me again to come and look more closely.
'Come on Rick, don't be shy; surely you've seen lingerie before,' she chided gently.
I felt rooted to the spot. If I stood up she would immediately see my erection and then there would be no going back.
My lust for my own step-daughter would be revealed after all these years of pretence. It helped slightly of course that to Louise I was always 'Rick' rather than 'Dad', but it didn't really ease the sense that somehow this was all wrong and that I was straying in into the forbidden territory of incest.
