Characters: Kelly, 25, Blonde, large breasted, slim, Craig, her husband and Steve, Craig's father.
Kelly was just running the vacuum cleaner around the house, getting the household chores out of the way, so that she could relax and do other, more fun things for the rest of day. The radio was on and she was singing along loudly with the music. She almost didn't hear the door bell, over all the noise. In fact she wasn't certain she had heard it, until she shut the vacuum cleaner off and listened. There, it was the door bell that she'd heard.
She put down Hoover and walked out of the living room towards the front door. Though the frosted glass she could see a silhouette of a man and as she neared the door she quickly glanced in the mirror. Although she was wearing her scruffy house work clothes, she wanted to make she was presentable, even if was just the postman. She opened the door, and to her surprise it wasn't the postman at all but her father-in-law, Steve. Straight away she began to feel herself blushing and her hand rose involuntary to her hair.
Steve had arrived about 15 minutes ago, and been ringing the doorbell since. He knew somebody was in, because he could hear the music, the vacuum clearer, and the odd snatches of a female voice over the rest of the noise. So he stood there ringing the door bell, trying not to get annoyed, after all, his son had asked him to come around. Finally the noises stopped and a few minutes later a figure appeared by the door and then it opened. He sucked in is breath, even after five years, his daughter-in-law still took his breath away, even in a baggy top and jeans.
"Hiya, Steve, sorry I didn't hear the door, hope you weren't hanging around too long?"
"Hi Kelly, no problem, it's always a pleasure to be kept waiting for a beautiful women. I hope I am not interrupting anything, but Craig asked to call around and have a look at his bike?"
"Oh, yea, he said you would be popping around, come on in." Kelly stood aside a let Steve in. "Go on into the lounge, Coffee?" As Steve passed, Kelly let her eyes ran up and down. Hmmm she thought to herself, nice arse.
"Yea, please, so Craig out back?"
"No, he's had to work the weekend; they rang first thing this morning, something really big down at the plant, didn't he ring?"
"Well no," replied Steve, trying not to sound too annoyed.
"Well, now your here, we can have some quality daddy daughter time, go
Sit yourself down, sugar?"
"Errrhhhh, oh yea, one, please." Something in the way Kerry had said "daddy daughter time" had touched upon feeling that he'd done his best to suppress and which he only allowed out when alone and in private.
"Ok, won't be a moment." Kelly disappeared into the Kitchen. Steve was sure that as she went out, Kelly had wiggled her hips. Fuck she was one hot piece of arse. His thoughts went back to the pictures, the one's that guy he'd been chatting too online, had sent him. He'd been shocked and surprised at first, but then increasingly turned on when he realised who the women in the picture was. He could feel his cock getting hard.
After a few minutes Kelly came back into the living room holding two steaming cups.
"There you are Steve."
Steve snapped back to the preset and moved his leg to conceal the bulge in is pants as Kelly bent down and placed the steaming cup on the table.
"Just got to get some stuff together to put in the wash, and then I am all yours for the rest of the day."
"Ok hun, no hurry."
Steve looked around, and picked up and a magazine and began to flick through it.
Ten minutes had passed before Steve heard Kelly coming back down the stairs. When she entered the room carrying a basket full of clothes, Steve nearly choked on his coffee, because she had changed clothes and boy had she changed them. Gone were the jeans and the baggy sweat top, and in there place was a short pleated skirt, that flared outwards, dark red in colour. On top she was wearing a white halter top, partially concealed by the basket. And to finish it all off she was wearing those sexy knee high boots he admire on her before. Steve could feel his cock getting hard again, despite what his brain was trying to tell the old one eyed monster. He only had a few seconds before she disappeared into the Kitchen with the washing basket.
"How's the coffee Steve, do you need a top up?"
Lost in his own thoughts Steve failed to hear the question.
"Steve?"
Steve jumped and came back to the present, Kelly was leaning against the door.
"Sorry hun, I was miles away, what was that again?"
"I said, how's the coffee and would you like a refill?"
"Yea it's great, and yea a top would be great."
Steve watch as Kelly slowly walked across to him, her hips swaying, he couldn't stop himself staring at those gorgeous tits, the white halter top barely covered her large ample breast, and the material was so thin, that her large nipple's, large and erect, were clearly visible. She bent down to pick up the cup, Steve eyes followed her clearage, staring right down between her tits.
"Hmmmm, enjoying the view, well it looks like you are" Kelly glanced downwards into Steve's lap. She stood up and turned and walked back the kitchen, her hips swaying from side to side. Steve swallowed hard, fuck what was this all about, shit, he was so hard it was hurting, damn he better stop this before he lost control. Yes, that's it, he told himself, he better leave. He stood up and went to the kitchen door.
"Actually Kelly, I've just........" he trialled off into stunned silence. Kelly was bent over the washing basket, sorting the washing; the hem of her short pleated skirt was up in the air. Her feet were apart, giving Steve an uninterrupted view of Kelly's bare naked arse. He could also clearly see her cunt.
Kelly, twisted her head around, while remaining bent over.
"What was that you said Steve?" Steve remained silent, his gaze fixed upon her bare arse and pussy.
"Steve?"
