Thank you for the very kind words to chapter one, in this on-going story about my step-daughter. If you are looking for hard-core sexual antics, this story probably isn't for you. The reason? This is a true story that continues to evolve. It involves two people I love – my wife and my step-daughter.
Weeks past and Liz never did tell Beth what she saw. My sexy little 18 year old step-daughter had kept this secret. It really played tricks with my mind wondering what she thought of seeing me in the buff.
Many nights my mind ran wild wondering if she ever masturbated to what she saw. The reality was that she had boys all around her and didn't really need to fantasize about me. I'm 32 years older then Liz, but I'm also not an out of shape old man.
I do keep pretty good care of myself and I'm by far the largest man she has ever seen. What I mean by that is with Liz being only 5'5" tall most of her boyfriends were very similar in height and while she weighed about 85 pounds her boyfriends were about 120. I stand 6'4" and weigh 200 pounds. And I'm 100% hair-free, except on my head. I try my hardest to look young and stay young. I have no idea how big her boyfriends cocks were, but my 8" caught her stare.
I visualized so many different things we could do together that she became my number one jerk-off fantasy.
It got to the point that I had to see her nude. I justified it by saying that she seen me nude, it was only right that I have the same luxury. So I began creating a plan. It was time for me to do something which I haven't done since I was a teenager – be a window peeper!
Our house is perfectly set-up for this idea. Our main bathroom has one window, which actually serves no purpose. The window gives a view of our breezeway. So I raised the shade just enough that I could peek in the room without it being noticeable.
Hell, I could watch her without even worrying about being caught. The breezeway was entirely closed with no windows. Liz always had a ritual to her shower time. She'd start the shower and return to her bedroom to get a change of clothes, or should I say a change of bras.
Anyway, when she started the water, I would tell my wife, Beth, that I needed to do some work in the garage and I'd be back in shortly. I'd head to the breezeway in the dark. There were two light switches, one in the kitchen and one in the garage. The one in the garage didn't bother me, but the one in the kitchen would be my warning signal. If it came on someone was coming outside, which gave me enough time to run to the garage and act like I was doing something.
So my night finally came. And like clock work, Liz started the water and headed towards her room. I told Beth I would be right back and headed to my darken breezeway. I got so excited by the thoughts of what I'd see that I threw off the bath robe and stood by the window, butt naked, playing with myself.
Liz finally came in and her pants came off first. I got to see her boyish ass first. She was wearing an extremely small string thong, which quickly came off too. It was strange seeing my step-daughter entirely bottomless. I still hadn't seen her pussy, but that ass was looking better by the second.
Her back remained towards the window, when her top came off. She was down to her bra. A black one. By now I was rock hard less then five feet from her - jerking off with all my might. She put one foot in the shower and "snap" the bra fell off and in the same instant she was in the shower and the curtain was closed.
I couldn't believe it. She was entirely nude and all I saw was her little butt. I kept playing with myself thinking I'd see it all when she got out of the shower. As my excitement grew, I began to get frustrated. She was in that shower for what seemed like an eternity. And the longer she was in there, the windows started to steam over. When the water finally stopped running, there she was drying off, but for me it was like watching a censored Jerry Springer show.
My plan needed some work, but for the first time, it was satisfying. That night I jerked-off to visions of massaging her butt and licking every inch of it.
The next day, I cracked the window maybe a 16th of an inch. I thought this should do the trick with the steamy windows. And waited.
And once again Liz started her nightly ritual. And once again I headed for my hideaway. Like the night before the pants came off first. I stood by the window, entirely nude, playing with myself in a state of awe. Her thongs were so damn tight; they looked like they were painted on her.
The top came off and this time she wore a sky blue bra. And once gain, she got one leg in the shower, the bar fell off, and the curtain closed. By now I was getting use to seeing her butt, which even though was kind of boyish, was beautiful on her small body.
My idea with the window worked. They never steamed over and I had a perfect view when the water stopped and the curtain opened. There they were! Two of the most impressive tits I had ever seen.
She always kept those puppies under wraps and looking at them now, I appreciated her efforts to keep them purely magnificent. There was no sag to them at all. They stuck out beautifully and as she dried her hair, they had a lovely little bounced.
I was in heaven. I spit in my palm and began jerking off to this beautiful young goddess. After she finished with her hair, she leaned over and worked her way up from her feet. From my view, when she leaned over it seemed like her head became one with her breasts.
As she stood back up, she spent some "quality time" drying her pussy. I was so set on seeing her tits that I had forgotten about her little joy box. I got my first good look at that. Entirely shaved clean, with her very small physique she looked so damn young, but yet so worldly.
The last part of her to be dried was her tits. And a wonderful massage began to take place right before my eyes. Her hands just kept making circles around them – giving them a little exercise before they'd get buried back in that bra.
