"Hi! I'm home!!...
Hello!? Anybody home!?...
HEL-LO!?!?"
I shrug and hang up my jacket, which I ended up not needing, now that the weather's been so beautiful lately. Aunt Amelia has been such a sweetie, and she means well, but I think 'Melia forgets how old i am, having celebrated my 19th birthday not long ago. I had told her before I left for the day that I wasn't going to need the jacket. Not now that we're enjoying this lovely stretch of beautiful days with blue skies and unseasonably warm temperatures (72 degrees in April! With Easter still a good 2 weeks away!) A lovely reprieve indeed, after the brutal winter we endured.
Ballet class had just let out, and typically I welcome resting my tired legs on the bus ride home, but today I knew I'd get more pleasure out of walking. So I took the scenic route that goes around the winding creek by the park. The world around me was thawing. Spring was officially here, and everything was flourishing, having defeated winter's harsh grip: Birds singing, the creek water rushing along, crocuses pushing their little blossoms up...blossoms on trees, blossoms on ground-based plants. Blossoms everywhere! Like little trumpets they were, triumphantly announcing the passing of the Ice Dragon.
Speaking of blossoming, I had recently noticed my clothing isn't fitting all that great lately. I had meant to mention it to Amelia earlier today, and ask her if we could go clothes shopping soon. But this morning was a bit hectic; Aunt Amelia tried to make pancakes again. They were quite good, actually, but at one point, I did need to grab the extinguisher that hangs by the stove...
There's an idea when I plan a nice dinner for Daddy! Blackened shrimp & blackened pancakes!
Anyway, I didn't get 'round to asking her, and was quite thankful that it was a dance class day, since what I wear is normally baggy or made of stretchy material. It would have to do. It's been a week since I'd been able to wear my button-down cotton shirts, and I had a sinking feeling this would happen eventually. Years of dance, of starving myself to look look like the balerina inside my favorite jewelry box, had delayed my development. My breasts didn't even really start to grow until I was 16, and three years later I found things growing rapidly. I strapped them down for class, but it was getting futile.
I grab a lollipop out of the candy stash drawer, and start to head upstairs to change clothes. It's far too nice a day to be inside. Maybe when Aunt Amelia comes home I'll mention the awkward "blossoming" issue to her, so we can go shopping. She has such pretty, lacy bras, I know she can help me find the right one. As I get to the top of the stairs, I fiddle with the wrapping of the lollipop. It was one of those noisy wrappers, so much so I barely heard the heavy breathing coming from the bathroom as I walk past it.
I freeze, my eyes widen, and strain my ears to hear-I thought I had the house to myself!-more heavy, rhythmic breathing.. I walk over to the closed bathroom door, and put my ear next to it...My senses weren't lying to me!
Carefully I lower my body to the floor, hoping the creaky floorboards beneath the carpet don't betray my attempts at stealth, and peep under the door..
No, it couldn't be...Mommy said he wouldn't be home until the end of the week!
And yet, there was Daddy, naked from the waist down, his white dress shirt opened, tie undone, standing there in the bathroom, and intensely pleasuring himself in a lustful fury. The window was open, and the beautiful breeze that brushed along the gauzy curtain, caused goosebumps to form along his bare chest and torso, and the little hairs to stand on end.
My eyes fly open, as I hadn't expected him home from his trip yet. But there he was, in the flesh, oh yes, very much so in the flesh. I close my eyes and imagine he's jerking that sexy, huge cock, off for me, and me alone.
How long had he been home? Up here?! I'd been home for at least a good 5 minutes and hadn't heard anything. Which means he must not have heard me open the door downstairs! Or my call!!
