Seductive Brat, Part 1
The highway was moving well, easily allowing driving at least ten miles an hour over the speed limit. I was listening to the radio, listening to one of the most recent alternative rock releases, as I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes before the flight lands, I thought, and fifteen minutes to get there. Perfect.
Not that I was overly excited for this trip. I was driving to pick up my step-daughter, Summer. A step-daughter I'd never met. It was the product of my new wife's previous marriage and had lived away from her at an all-girl high school for several years. In her off-school time, she lived with her dad, who lived near the school. That kept Summer and her mom apart for a long time.
So now, she had just graduated high school and was looking at going to college. She was going to finally visit her mom and possibly look into the schools near where we lived. Since I'd never met her, I had no idea what she looked like. Gabrielle, my wife of just two years, had given me a picture, but it was probably four years old. It was a picture of a tom-boy, with short-cut hair, wearing a baggy baseball shirt, and sporting braces in her smiling mouth. She was a happy kid, I'd give her that.
Gabrielle and I were supposed to pick Summer up from the airport together, so that she could introduce us properly, but had been called away to work. She was always getting called away to work. Just months after our marriage she'd been forced to work more and more hours. And it was taking its toll on our marriage. It was like we were barely even roommates any more. At this point, it had to have been four months since they'd even been intimate... and it had been many months before that, too. She kept promising it would change and get better. I only hoped having Summer in the house for a while would be the catalyst for that change.
I parked the car and dashed inside the airport to the baggage claim area. I'd hastily made a sign with Summer's name emblazoned on the front, something to help us hook up. I saw people milling about baggage claim and now that it was hot outside, people were wearing skimpier clothing... something that didn't get passed me. The women in short skirts and shorts, with long, long tanned legs... And then the t-shirts and bathing suit tops... my hormones were on overdrive and I felt my body responding.
I heard a young woman's voice in front of me as my head had turned to look at a woman's beautiful ass. "Hi," she said. "Vince?"
I turned forward and saw one of the most beautiful young women I'd ever seen. She had to be a model or something. Her hair was long and sandy blond. Her smiling face was bright with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. She was tall and thin, although she had more curves than a typical model would have. I was stunned and could barely talk.
"Uh... Hi!" I stammered. "Summer?" She was standing there in high-heels, short skirt, and a t-shirt. I was undressing her with my eyes, picturing her dancing just for me.
"In the flesh," she smiled, raising her arms to her sides. Her breasts bobbed teasingly, distracting me.
"Wow... um, sorry, but you surprised me. I didn't know what you looked like and..."
"Well, I knew what you looked like. Mom sent me pictures." She held up her phone, with a picture of me on the front. I recognized it. A picture of me on the beach from last summer, bare chested with swim trunks. As I recall, she took that picture of me as I came up out of the water, crossing the sand to fuck the shit out of her. The look on my face was... lustful.
"Good thing," I opened my arms and moved closer to hug her, but stumbled over her suitcase. My right arm found her back ok, but my left had gone a little awry... my palm actually grabbing her tit as I fought to maintain my balance. We just stood there a second, and time seemed to stand still. I had the impression my fingers were curling in, that I was squeezing her breast in my palm, but I couldn't have... could I? Then reality hit me and I moved my hand off her breast and to her back.
"Well, that's an interesting greeting," she said, laughing, hugging me back quickly. I flushed so red, completely embarrassed.
"Oh my God... Sorry... It was an accident... Really, really sorry." I released her quickly.
She kept laughing, even through my constant apologies. I picked up her suitcases and started towards the door.
She linked her arm through mine and hugged it, laying her head on my shoulder as we stood waiting to cross the street to the parking deck. "It's ok," she giggled. "It was a nice welcome home."
We walked across the parking lot in near silence and when we got to it, I slid the two cases into the trunk and helped her into the front seat by opening her door for her.
"Wow, a perfect gentleman," she smiled sweetly, looking up at me as I closed the door. Her hands slid onto her thighs and my eyes were pulled to the action. I was riveted for a moment, unable to look away as she sat there. I finally blinked, moved around the car and slid into the driver's seat. We pulled out of the parking lot, after paying the fee, and on to the road.
Summer leaned over and adjusted the volume on the radio, turning it up as one of her favorite songs came on. She tilted her head towards her window and let her hair fly in the wind. From the position of her body, I had a great view of her breasts. Her shirt was pulled tight over her body and pulled up slightly, exposing her bare stomach.
She sat like that for several long minutes, and my eyes moved back and forth from the road to her toned, tan body. At one point I looked over and she was looking right at me, smiling, as if she knew what I was thinking. She raised her eyebrows and I turned back to watch the road, embarrassed by what I was thinking.
"So... how's school going?" I asked, trying to get my mind off her.
"It sucks," she said normally. Then she screamed it loudly, as if screaming it out loud would get the demons out of her. "It sucks! It's an all-girl school and the boys are rarely ever around, even in town."
"That's gotta suck."
"No one to hang out with. No one to date. No one to... well... you know," she giggled.
I turned towards her again and saw that same, sly smile. "I can imagine that would be tough. Do you have many friends to hang out with?"
"A few." She giggled, surprising me for a moment. "They help me get through all the... stress. You wanna know how?"
I sat looking ahead, a little dumbfounded. Did I want to know? Did my imagination need to know?
"My roommate and I like to fuck," she said, nonchalantly, emphasizing the last word. I swallowed hard, knowing this is not what we should be talking about.
"Hey, uh, maybe we shouldn't..." I tried to stop her. It was so embarrassing to talk about this with my step-daughter.
"We went down on each other... all the time," she said, interrupting me. She spread her legs a little, rubbing her inner thighs with her hands. "Every time we got so frustrated and needed a little... relief. You know? One time she pulled out a huge... and I mean it was an enormous strap-on."
I sighed as every word she said was getting to me. I put my left hand to my head, as if I could keep it from exploding from all the thoughts that were swirling around inside it. I had a very clear picture in my head of her and her roommate having sex with each other, and it was extremely erotic. The thought of watching this beautiful young woman getting fucked was almost too much for me.
"I'm sorry," she said, breaking me out of my fantasy by touching my thigh. "Do you know what that is?"
"Yeah..." I whispered, trying to get her to see how inappropriate this was but failing miserably. "Listen.... Summer..."
"God, I loved when she fucked me with it," she continued, as if nothing I said was going to stop her. "Just grabbing my hips and fucking me like a dog, you know?" I glanced towards her and saw her fingers stray between her thighs, lightly touching herself there. "Have you fucked like that before? Not with my mom, I bet."
I licked my lips, trying to gather myself. "Listen... Summer... it's not really appropriate for us to talk about this. And I'm sure your mom wouldn't like to hear you talk like that, either."
Summer sat there, listening as her fingers slowly danced between her legs. When I finished, she just laughed. "No, you're absolutely right. My mom would definitely not like me talking like this. She's kind of a prude, don't you think?"
"Whoa, don't say that about your mom," I said quickly, defending my wife. But I knew deep down she was right. Gabrielle was a bit uptight. Every time we had sex it was the same... lights off... missionary... in bed.
"Well, she is!" Summer said excitedly. "I bet you two stopped fucking a long time ago. She's just too righteous for fucking."
I put my hand out to stop her rant. "Now that's none of your business."
"I bet you barely even get anything any more... she's always been like that. That's why my dad divorced her. She just stopped fucking him."
I sat there, stunned. I had no idea what to say or do at this point. We sat in silence for a little bit, just listening to the radio. Summer was turned away, looking out the window, giving me an excellent view of her body every time I glanced over.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to break the ice again. I really wasn't mad at her or anything.
Summer turned towards me and slowly smiled. "It's ok. I know you weren't really mad. Mom told me what a nice guy you were... and how good looking you were. She sent me a couple pictures of you over the last year."
