I don’t know when I first began to have these feelings for Sarah.
It might have been earlier in the summer when had rented the cottage for a month out on the lake. Sarah had just turned eighteen and frequently wore a thong bikini, which showed off here sweet hot little body to wonderful effect. Each night, while I was lying in bed, my cock got hard as I found my mind wondering across her naked skin….imagining the sweet little nipples and the tight, wet pussy and wonderfully full ass still hidden from my view.
Or it might have been a few weeks later when the bathroom door was left ajar while she was taking a shower. I had stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed the door open and the steam escaping out of it. I found myself holding my breath as I saw the shower door open and she emerged wet, tanned and glistening before me.
Her small, white breasts were perfect, with peach colored nipples, hard from the shower and vigorous cleaning she must have given them. Her ass was gorgeous, bigger than some but just the way I like them. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, no doubt for the bikini’s she wore so well.
My cock began to swell as I watched her dry her self off. My eyes followed her hand as she moved the towel around her beautiful body. She spread her legs and began to rub her pussy while she gazed into the mirror. Her eyes closed as the towel lingered there between her sweet thighs. Her other hand began to caress her breast and pinch her nipples. The towel dropped to the floor leaving only her fingers still moving on her pussy.
My hand instinctively began to gently rub my now hard cock through my shorts.
With an audible sigh, she shook herself slightly and resumed her routine. She picked up a brush and began detangling her wet hair as she bent forward at the waist. I watched her breasts swinging with each jerk of her hand on the brush, the nipples now softening.
She then wrapped her towel around herself and looked at the door. I quickly averted my gaze and moved on down the hall to my bedroom. I was not sure whether she had seen me or not.
As soon as I was in my room I ripped off my shirt and dropped my shorts to the floor. I lay down on the bed, my cock all hard and bobbing in the air, wet with pre-cum. It only took a few minutes of my re-playing the scene I had just witnessed before when I came hard in my fist…. Leaving me gasping for breath, my chest and stomached covered in thick cum.
Yes, I definitely had feelings for Sarah.
After that. I found myself lingering around the bathroom whenever she was in it, hoping to catch another glimpse of her luscious body. I began to knock and quickly enter her bedroom hoping for a similar re-occurrence.
It was only a week later, I was going to bed when I stopped and listened at her door, as had become my habit. I heard Sarah moaning softly. My mind began to race as I pictured the scene in her room. I knocked once and immediately opened the door.
Sarah was lying naked on her back in the soft glow of her bed lamp. Her legs were spread open, held up in the air, her knees bent. Both her hands were at her pussy, fingers inside herself. She shrieked “Daddy!” as I entered…
As my eyes took in the vision before me, she quickly began to sit up. I pulled the door shut in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Sarah” I said, trying to control my voice. “I just wanted to make sure you were all right”.
“Are you Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m okay”, she finally replied.
“Can I come in now?” I asked softly.
“Yes, Daddy” she said softly.
When I entered her room, she had pulled the cover up to over her still heaving breasts. Her face was flushed either from the embarrassment of being caught or from the sexual sensations flowing through her young body just seconds before.
“I thought I heard you crying or something, are you sure you are all right?” I enquired innocently.
Sarah blinked a few times and her face got even redder.
“I’m feeling fine Daddy” she said sweetly. “Really, I am..”
There was a long moment when neither of us said anything.
I was trying to compose my thoughts, when she said “You know, Daddy, I was just thinking”
“What were you thinking, Sarah” I replied, my voice cracking a little.
“We really ought to do things together, Daddy” she said brightly.
“We do things together, Sarah”, I replied.
“Well, I mean I will be going to college soon and I just thought we should... You know, be together more”.
“Yes, we should, Sweetheart” , I said leaning over to give her my normal kiss on the top of her head. She suddenly moved her head back and I found myself kissing her on her lips. Her arm went around my neck and I lost balance and began to fall onto her. I thrust my hand out to steady myself and it fell on her left breast, soft but firm under the thin sheet.
My mind was totally focused on my hand and the breast and hard nipple pushing against it. I thought I could feel her heart beating rapidly but it may have been my own. After a few seconds I realized we were still kissing. I reluctantly pulled away from her… my hand trailing across her other breast and another hard nipple. My mind was racing. I muttered something about us getting together and I stumbled backwards from her room. As I closed the door, I glanced up again at her and she blew me a kiss from across the room.
I moved almost in a trance and quickly got into bed. Had that really happened? Was I reading too much into her innocent words? My cock had it’s own opinion and was rigid as I mindlessly started to stroke it, the taste of her lips, her smiling face and the feel of her breasts racing in jumbled order in my head. In mere seconds, I was cuming again, hard and thick.
All during the next day, I caught her smiling at me. I smiled back, my cock twitching at each meaningful glance. As evening approached, I began to envision various ways by which I could again feel her firm young breasts and again see her hot body writhing in passion.
I was taken back when she came bouncing down the stairs, clearly dressed to go out, in heels, a short tight kirt and braless tube top.
“You going out?” I asked barely containing the disappointment I was feeling. “I thought we would spend the evening together”.
“It’s Saturday night, Daddy!” she replied smiling. I began to feel like I was being manipulated. “I have to go out clubbing with my friends”.
“Well, let’s not be late” I muttered.
“I won’t” she yelled over her shoulder as she went out the door, her ample tight ass moving delectably as I stared after her. In minutes, her car was roaring off down the road.
It was well after 1:00 am, before she arrived home. I had spent a long frustrating evening trying to contain both my lust for her as well as my frustration over my fantasy evening being left in ruins.
“Hi, Daddy” she called brightly as she came in.
“It’s late” I coldly replied. Sarah was taken back by my tone.
“It’s only 1:00 am,” she exclaimed.
“If I say it’s late, young lady, I mean it’s late.”
