By Darius Thornhill
I couldn't help myself.
I just had to take a long slow look at her sexy little ass, half-covered as it was by her short, pink mini skirt. Her white thong panties were only just visible in a little bulge over her cunt. Her cute cheeks pouted below the skirt which must have ridden up as she slipped down the sofa.
She was drunk of course. It was what all teenage girls seemed to do every Saturday night.
Lying in bed reading I'd heard her come home at around 1.30 in the morning; a couple of hours earlier than usual, and like you do as a responsible adult I listened for the tread on the stairs and the quiet closing of her bedroom door.
But tonight I'd just heard her come in and go into the lounge and then nothing more. After a few minutes I had to go down stairs to see if she was OK. I found her kneeling half on and half off the sofa with her head on her hands in a deep drunken sleep.
"Mel, are you OK?" I whispered quietly.
There was no response.
I moved a little closer and asked again, still no response.
I reached out and touched her shoulder gently and although she sighed and moved a little she didn't wake up. In moving she had settled back a little and her pink mini had ridden up a little further exposing more of her bum cheeks.
I could now see the point where her thong started to open out into the vee of their waistband. My cock stirred in my shorts as I looked at her perfect little ass. I had often watched her 18-year-old body when she walked around the house or climbed the stairs in front of me. I'd always wondered just what she'd look like naked and this was the closest I was ever likely to get.
OK I felt a little sleazy but it wasn't as if she was my natural daughter, even though she called me 'Daddy' a lot of the time. Mel was my long-term girlfriend's daughter - and my girlfriend worked nights sometimes, like tonight.
So I was alone in our house with a half-naked, drunken teenage girl.
'Just looking won't hurt' I told myself. It's amazing what half-truths you can believe when you want to.
I touched her shoulder again and still got no response. Then I very gently stroked her long hair and she sighed again, wriggled a little and settled again into deep sleep.
Again I stroked her hair moving my hand slowly down until I reached her lower back. Like a cat she instinctively pushed her waist down and her hips upwards. Now her skirt had ridden up a little more showing nearly all her panties. Looking carefully I could see they were little more than two bits of string and some thin white cotton edged with lace.
I felt guilty as I knelt behind her and bent down to look closely at her cheeks and the little fabric covered bulge between her legs. I was overcome by the nearness of her perfect ass and by something else too. As I moved closer I could detect a very subtle female aroma, faint but definitely there.
The musk of her teenage pussy was too much to resist, I had to bend further until my face was almost touching her body. And there between her legs the thin material of her panties was faintly damp, just where the outlines of her pussy lips separated.
My cock was now pretty hard and I had to give it a few squeezes and reposition it in my shorts.
I wanted so much to touch her but didn't dare. I wanted her to slip down some more and part her legs so I could put my face between them and breathe in her arousing scent. Without thinking I blew a gentle stream of warm air over her little cunt.
I repeated this a few times and was rewarded with a quiet moan and a wriggle that made her cheeks move enticingly from side to side. My cock was rigid and crying out to be stroked.
Before I knew what was happening my finger reached out and traced the valley between her cute cheeks. I froze at what I was doing.
God!
If she woke up now what would I say?
What would her mother say?
But she didn't wake up and I did it again this time letting my finger follow all the way down until it brushed her pussy lips.
She wriggled and sighed again.
The sigh had sounded like a whispered "yes" and I stopped, dreading she would wake up and praying she wouldn't.
Her breathing relaxed and again my finger traced her little crack, this time lingering carefully over her cunt lips. I definitely heard a deep moan ending in a long `mmm' sound.
I saw that the little damp patch on her panties had grown more obvious. She was becoming aroused - and so was I. My cock was fully hard and producing a damp patch of its own.
With one hand on my cock and the other gently massaging her little pussy I began to grow bolder. As I gently increased the pressure she began to moan more often and wriggle her bottom more and more.