Just a little
Ashley sits at the dinner table across from her step-dad slowly moving the food around the plate with one hand while her other hand is in her lap, slowly rubbing her pussy. She keeps glancing up at daddy wanting him, fantasizing about him. “Ashley,” her fantasy is interuppted by her mother’s voice, “Ashley, did you hear me?” She snaps her attention back to the conversation. Mom repeats that she will be gone a few days on a work trip. make sure to wash the clothes and dishes while she’s gone. Ashley nods, “Sure, okay, whatever”. Her heart begins racing as she begins thinking about being alone with daddy, her food forgotten once again.
“You’re gonna wear that to school?” Ashley’s step-dad, Chris, glanced over the newspaper at her skimpy outfit. She had picked a tight, low-cut top that left little to the imagination and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass.
Ashley felt her cheeks heat up. “It’s just for the morning, Dad. I’m changing at Becky’s before school” she replies as her insides warm at realizing he’s noticing her body.
Chris raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He was used to his stepdaughter pushing the boundaries of what was appropriate, but this was a new level. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of her, though he quickly shooed the thought away.
The rest of the morning was a blur for Ashley as she went about her usual routine, her mind racing with the prospect of her mom being gone for a few days. She couldn’t wait to explore the newfound freedom she would have with Chris in the house. At school, she found it hard to concentrate, her thoughts wandering to the delicious scenarios playing out in her imagination.
When she returned home, the house felt eerily empty without her mom’s presence. She walked into the living room where Chris was watching TV, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as she entered. She took a deep breath and strutted over to him, sitting down on the couch right beside him, her thigh pressing against his. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires.
“What can I fix for dinner, Dad?” she asked, her voice a little too eager.
Chris took his eyes off the TV for a second, “Lasagna’s in the fridge, sweetheart. Why don’t you go ahead and warm that up?”
Ashley felt a thrill at being called ‘sweetheart’. It was something her mom called her, but it sounded different coming from him. She snuggled up a little closer, inhaling his cologne. “Okay, I’ll go warm it up,” she said with a coy smile.
In the kitchen, she preheated the oven and slid the lasagna into it. The heat of the kitchen was nothing compared to the heat building inside her as she thought about the next few days. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she grabbed plates and set the table. She knew just how to make this evening interesting.
With a swiftness that seemed almost practiced, she darted upstairs to her bedroom, her heart racing like it had never before. She peeled off her school clothes and rummaged through her drawers. Her eyes fell on the tiniest pair of shorts and a matching lacy bra that she had bought specifically for this moment. She slipped them on, the fabric caressing her skin like a lover’s touch. The shorts barely covered her ass, and the bra pushed her breasts up, creating a tantalizing display.
Taking a deep breath, she descended the stairs, her hips swaying more than usual. She could feel the fabric of her shorts sticking to her wetness with each step she took. The sound of the TV grew louder as she approached the living room, her bare feet making no noise on the carpet. She paused for a second at the entrance, her heart hammering in her chest, and then she strutted in, making sure to walk directly in front of Chris to sit beside him on the couch.
Chris’s eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on her shapely legs and the way her ass moved in the tight fabric. He had to swallow hard to keep his composure and consciously tore his gaze back to the TV. “Thanks, Ash,” he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady.
They sat on the couch together, the air thick with unspoken tension as they silently watched the show. Ashley snuggled closer, her bare skin pressing against his arm. She could feel the heat radiating from him and it made her even more excited. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her breath hot against his neck.
The phone timer on the counter went off with a high-pitched beep, jolting them both out of their trance. “Oh, shit,” she murmured, jumping up to attend to the lasagna. As she moved away from him, her shorts rode up even higher, revealing the lacy edge of her underwear. She knew he was watching her. She had to force herself not to look back as she sauntered into the kitchen, her hips swaying more than necessary.
With trembling hands, she pulled out the steaming lasagna and placed it on the dinner table, along with a basket of warm garlic bread. Then, with a seductive smile, she pulled out two glasses from the cabinet and uncorked a bottle of his favorite Merlot. The rich scent of the wine filled the air as she carefully poured them both a generous serving. She took a deep breath and called out, “Dinner’s ready, Daddy,” her voice dripping with sweetness.
Chris walked in, his eyes scanning the table. He took a seat at the opposite end, the distance between them suddenly seeming vast. He fixed himself a plate, filling it with a large portion of the cheesy, steaming pasta. Ashley sat across from him, her legs crossed demurely, though her posture was anything but innocent. She watched him intently as he took a bite.
“This is really good,” he said, taking a swig of his wine. “Thanks for cooking, sweetheart” as he sets his glass down just noticing her glass. “I don’t think you should be drinking that,” he said with a hint of concern.
Ashley’s eyes widened and she pouted, playing the innocent card. “Why not, Daddy? Mom always has a glass with dinner.” She leaned over the table, her breasts threatening to spill out of her bra.
Chris’s eyes trailed down her chest, his mouth watering just a little as he took in the sight of her perky nipples pressing against the lace. He swallowed hard, forgetting what he was about to say. “Okay, then,” he stammered “just a little”, trying to keep his thoughts in check.
Ashley giggled and took a seductive sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his. The way she raised the glass to her lips, the way her tongue flicked out to catch a stray drop of liquid, it was all too much for him to handle. He quickly looked down at his plate, focusing on his food as he took another bite, chewing slowly.
Her hand slid between her thighs as they continued eating, her eyes still on him. Chris’s gaze darted to her, catching a glimpse of her delicate fingers disappearing under the fabric of her shorts. He gulped, trying to ignore the heat rising in his own pants. He took another sip of his wine, hoping it would cool the burning in his throat.
As they finished their meal, Ashley took the initiative to clear the table. She leaned over, her breasts brushing against him as she collected his plate. The softness of her skin against his sent a shiver down his spine. She made sure to linger for a moment before pulling away, leaving him with a view of her perfect, round ass.
Chris couldn’t help but watch her as she moved to the kitchen sink, her tight shorts hugging her curves. He felt his resolve wavering. When she turned to him with a smile and a question about what they should watch on TV, he couldn’t resist. He returned to the couch and picked up the remote, flipping through the channels, searching for something to distract himself.
“How about a movie?” he suggested, hoping it would keep his mind off the delicious sight of her nearly exposed skin.
“Mm, sure,” Ashley hummed as she padded back to the couch, her bare feet gliding across the cool tile floor. She made sure to sway her hips just right, giving him an eyeful of her round, firm ass with every step. She knew he was watching and she liked it. She liked the way his eyes followed her, hungrily devouring the view. She sat down right beside him again, making sure their thighs touched.
“What would you like to watch?” he asks as he flips through the channels. “Let’s rewatch that movie you and mom liked the other week” she suggests with a knowing smile, her hand playing with the hem of her shirt.
Chris felt his heart rate spike as she reached over to grab the TV remote from his hand. He couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. “The movie from last week, huh?” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You remember that one?”
Ashley nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I remember,” she whispered. “It was the one with the steamy love scenes, right?”
Chris felt his pulse quicken, the implication of her words sinking in. “Well, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he began, his voice wavering slightly.
“But it’s just us, Daddy,” she pouted, leaning closer and placing her hand on his thigh. “Mom gets to watch what she wants, doesn’t she?”
Her hand felt like a hot brand on his skin, and Chris found his thoughts slipping away as he felt the heat from her touch seep into him. He cleared his throat and nodded, his voice thick with desire he was trying to suppress. “Okay, I guess we can watch a little,” he conceded, his resolve crumbling like a cookie in a child’s hand.
Ashley’s eyes lit up with victory, and she grabbed the remote, quickly finding the movie she had in mind. She pulled a thin blanket over her legs, scooting closer to him on the couch so that their legs touched. The film began, and the sound of the opening credits filled the room.
As the movie progressed, the tension grew both on the screen and between them. Ashley inched the blanket up to cover herself more and more, but it was not for warmth’s sake. The scenes grew steamier, and she knew just how to play her cards. She began by drawing the blanket to her waist, her fingers traced patterns on the soft material as the film’s main characters kissed passionately. Then she moved the blanket to cover her arms, her hand falling to lie on her lap just at her thighs’ juncture.
Chris felt his erection swell as he watched the love scene unfold, trying to keep his eyes glued to the screen. However, the subtle shifts in her breathing and the way her fingers danced just outside her shorts were too much to ignore. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust his growing arousal without being too obvious. The fabric of his pants grew tighter as his cock strained against it, and he could feel a dampness spreading.
Finally, she found the courage to place her hand back on his thigh. Her touch was light, almost innocent, but it was a declaration of intent. Chris tensed, his body responding despite his mind screaming at him to maintain the boundary. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the way her fingers traced gentle circles on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
“Alright, I think I’m gonna head to bed,” he said, his voice strained. He stood up, forcing himself to not look back at her. The image of her hand resting on his leg burned in his mind, making his decision feel like the hardest he’d ever made. He took a few steps away from the couch, his body protesting every inch of distance.
In the bedroom, Chris peeled off his clothes and pulled on his pajama pants. He tried to focus on the mundane task of choosing a shirt for the next day’s work, his mind racing with thoughts of her. He could hear the TV playing faintly in the background, the occasional giggle or murmur from Ashley. His cock was still painfully erect, and he knew sleep would be elusive.
Ashley sat on the couch, pouting and watching the love scene play out. The passion between the characters on screen had lost its allure. Her hand trailed back down to her pussy, her thoughts drifting to the man who had just left the room. She had hoped the wine and the seductive dinner would lead to something more, but here she was, alone and unsatisfied.
Her fingers moved under the lacy fabric of her panties, teasing her clit as she imagined Chris taking her mom in their bedroom. The way he would kiss her, touch her, the sounds of their love-making filling the house. It had been driving her wild for months, the thought of them together. It was a strange, twisted desire that she couldn’t shake, a taboo fantasy that fueled her masturbation sessions every night.
Her giggle grew louder as she thought of her next move. She knew what she would have to do. She had been wanting this for weeks, and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away. She had to be patient, though. Patience was key. For now, her attention returned to the sexy love scenes playing out on the screen. The passionate moans and sighs filled the air, as her fingers slipped inside her wet pussy, mimicking the motions of the couple on TV.
The movie ended, and the credits began to roll. Ashley sat there for a few more minutes, her panties soaked through and her breathing a little heavy from that last orgasm. She felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, but she knew it was just the beginning. Her hand lingered between her legs, her thumb circling her clit as she plotted her next move. It was time to turn up the heat.
Silently, she got off the couch and tiptoed through the darkened hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew her mom’s side of the bed was closer to the door, so she would approach that side quietly. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open with a gentle nudge. The room was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, the curtains not quite drawn. She could see the outline of Chris’s body under the sheets, his broad shoulders and the way the fabric clung to his muscular form.
Her pulse raced as she took a deep breath and stepped into the room, her bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. She walked slowly, her excitement and fear intertwined like the vines of a climbing plant, each step bringing her closer to the edge of something she knew she couldn’t come back from. Her hand trembled as she reached for the hem of her shorts, pulling them down her thighs, the fabric whispering against her skin. She stepped out of them and kicked them away, along with her panties, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The flimsy lace gave way easily, and the cool air brushed against her breasts as she tugged it off over her head. She dropped it next to her shorts, feeling a thrill of exposure that sent a shiver down her spine.
For a moment, she stood there, naked, her hand hovering just above her pussy. The room was silent except for the distant tick of the bedroom clock. She bit her lip, savoring the anticipation. Her hand slid down her stomach, the softness of her skin contrasting with the firmness of her abdomen. Her fingertips danced over her mound, and she felt the wetness pooling between her legs. She slipped a finger inside herself, feeling the tightness of her own arousal.
Her other hand found its way to her breasts, her nipples already erect and begging for attention. She pinched them lightly, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. A soft moan escaped her mouth, but she stifled it quickly, remembering where she was. She didn’t want to alert him yet. This was her moment, her time to take what she’d been dreaming of for so long.
With excruciating patience, she reached for the covers and began to lower them. Each movement was slow and deliberate, the sound of the fabric sliding against the sheets almost too much to bear. Her heart was racing, her breathing shallow and rapid as she revealed more of his bare chest. He was sleeping soundly, unaware of the naked beauty about to join him in bed.
As she slid in beside him, she felt his warmth envelop her. She lay still for a moment, her body taut with anticipation. The sound of her heartbeat was like a drum in her ears, pounding out loud enough to wake him she feared. She could feel the heat of his skin radiating through the thin barrier of his pajama pants, and she longed to feel him against her.
Slowly, so slowly, she reached out her hand and touched his arm. It was like touching a sleeping lion. She held her breath, waiting for any sign of movement. But he remained still, his breathing deep and even. Encouraged, she inched closer, her leg brushing against his. He stirred slightly, but did not wake.
Her heart was racing, but she continued her advance. She rolled slightly onto her side, her back brushing against his chest. She felt his warmth and took it as an invitation. With a silent prayer, she began to inch her ass back towards him, feeling the heat of his body against her skin. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his pajama bottoms.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his first movement. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there. His foot slid over hers, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through her body. It was as if he was testing the waters, seeing if she would pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she pushed her foot against his, encouraging him.
Her heart was racing so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Then, with a slow and deliberate roll of his body, she felt him move closer. Her skin tingled with anticipation as his hand slid up over her waist, the fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare skin. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction. Would he pull away, horrified by what she had done? Or would he embrace it?
Chris stirred, his hand moving to her hip. He was still half-asleep, unaware of who was beside him. His eyes remained closed, and he mumbled something unintelligible as he pulled her closer. Her pulse quickened, and she felt the warmth of his breath against the back of her neck as he nuzzled into her hair. It was a gesture she had seen him do countless times with her mother, but now it was her he was embracing.
His hand slid down her body, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach. Ashley held her breath, her body frozen. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. The line was about to be crossed. Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest as his hand moved lower, his thumb grazing the top of her mound.
He didn’t stop, though. His hand kept moving, slipping between her thighs, his fingers dancing over her pussy. She felt a warm rush of wetness as he touched her, and she couldn’t help but push back against him, silently begging for more. And then it was there, the pressure she had been craving. He pushed his hips against her ass, his cock pressing against her, hard and insistent.
Her eyes widened and she bit her lip to keep from gasping. She had dreamed of this moment, but the reality was so much more intense than she had ever imagined. She could feel the heat of him, the way his body responded to hers. It was like they were two magnets drawn together by an irresistible force.
With a trembling hand, she slid her arm back, reaching for the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she inched her hand closer to his cock, her fingertips grazing his skin. His breath hitched, and she knew he was awake now. The moment of truth had arrived.
Chris’s arm moved back, and for a brief, terrifying second, she thought he’d realized what she’d done. But then, his hand followed the path hers had made, and she watched in amazement as he hooked his thumb under the elastic and began to pull them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, pressing against her ass.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the heat of his hand squeeze her ass cheek. The fabric of his shirt was rough against her skin, and she couldn’t help but push back into his touch. It was as if he was claiming her, marking his territory. The sensation was intoxicating.
Chris’s hand slid back around to the front of her body, his thumb finding the swollen bud of her clit and gently pressing. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound. His touch was like a live wire, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, her ass pushing against his cock.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he began to buck his hips, rubbing his erection against her body. Each movement sent a wave of heat through her, her pussy growing wetter by the second. His breathing grew ragged as he continued to tease her clit, his other hand now under her gripping her hip tightly.
With a groan, he pulled his hips back a little more and arched as he moved forward again. This time, his cock slipped down, sliding between her ass cheeks. The sensation was new and thrilling, but it was not what she craved. She could feel it, hot and heavy, but it was not where she needed it to be. She bit her lip, her body aching for the final connection.
With a low growl, Chris tried again, adjusting his angle slightly. His hand on her hip, he guided himself, feeling the head of his cock nudge against her wetness. Her body was shaking with anticipation, and he knew she was as ready as he was. With one more deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the head of his cock part her folds.
Ashley bit her lip harder at the pressure, her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for the final push. And then, with a pop, he was inside her. She couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her mouth, the feeling of fullness unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt a sharp sting of pain as he broke her virginity, but the pleasure washed over it like a wave, making her moan with need.
Chris’s hips stilled as he filled her, his own breathing ragged in her ear. His hand slid back up her body, finding her breast, and he began to caress it gently, his thumb circling her nipple. “Ashley?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with his own desire.
Her mind raced, the reality of the situation crashing into her like a wave. Oh fuck, he knows? she thought, panic seizing her. Her body was frozen, her muscles tightening around him involuntarily. She waits, scared of his reaction, expecting him to pull away or shout in horror at any moment.
But instead, she feels his hand move up to her neck, his fingers gently tilting her head back. “Is it really you, Ash?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and something else, something she can’t quite place. His thumb traces her jawline, and she can feel his breath against her ear, hot and heavy.
Her eyes fly open and she turns just a little to look towards him, the fear and excitement melding into one intense emotion. “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers, the words slipping out before she can stop them. She can see his eyes in the moonlight, wide with shock and desire.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he says again, his voice strained as he tries to hold back. But even as he says it, she can feel his body tense, his cock thickening inside her. The conflict in his voice is clear, but she knows what he wants. She’s seen the way he looks at her, the way his gaze lingers when he thinks no one is watching.
Her hand slides up his thigh, the warmth of his skin like a brand against her palm. She moves it higher, her fingertips grazing the fabric of his shirt, feeling the muscles tense beneath it. “But mom’s not here to take care of you, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice a seductive purr. “Can’t I take care of you?”
They lie still for what feels like an eternity, the only sound the erratic beating of their hearts and the soft rustle of the sheets. She can feel his cock twitching inside her, sending small vibrations through her body that make her clench around him. Her breath hitches with every tiny movement, her body begging for more.
Chris’s hand is still on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw gently. He looks into her eyes, the conflict in his gaze a silent battle between desire and duty. “Okay, sweetheart,” he finally whispers, his voice thick with need. “Just a little.”
With those words, Ashley’s body relaxes and she leans back into him, turning her head slightly away as her body arches. She feels him swell even more as she slides further onto him, her tight pussy enveloping him completely. A soft moan escapes her as she adjusts to his size, her muscles contracting around him. His grip on her hip tightens, and she knows he’s lost in the sensation as much as she is.
His hips begin to move again, this time with more purpose. He starts to thrust gently, his movements slow and deliberate. Each push into her makes her gasp, the pleasure building in a crescendo that she knows she won’t be able to hold back for much longer. She no longer tries to stifle the sounds escaping her mouth; the need for him is too great.
Her own hips begin to move in response, meeting his every thrust. The slap of skin on skin fills the air, mingling with their ragged breaths. His hand on her hip guides her movements, his other hand now wrapped around her chest, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.
The feeling of him inside her is unlike anything she’s ever felt. Her previous masturbatory sessions with her fingers or toys couldn’t compare to the warmth and thickness of a real cock. Her body feels alive, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Her orgasm builds rapidly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke.
Ashley’s breaths become shallow and quick, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure crashes over her. She clenches down on Chris’s cock, her pussy pulsing around him as she cums, her moans echoing through the quiet room. It’s a powerful, all-consuming orgasm that leaves her trembling in his arms, her nails digging into his thigh.
Chris slows his movements, his breaths matching hers in their raggedness. He holds her tightly, his cock still buried deep within her. He can feel the aftershocks of her climax rippling through her body, her muscles squeezing him in a delicious embrace. Despite the overwhelming desire to let go and fill her with his cum, he stops, his own release hanging precariously on the edge.
Ashley, still lost in the throes of pleasure, turns towards him, her eyes glazed over with lust. She presses her breasts against his chest, the soft mounds flattening against his muscular frame. Her voice is a breathy whisper, a siren’s call that sends his resolve crumbling like sand. “That’s amazing, Daddy,” she purrs, her teeth grazing his earlobe.
Her hand moves down to his cock. She strokes him gently, feeling him throb with need. “Can we do it again?” she asks, her voice a mix of innocence and desperation. “Please, Daddy, I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Chris’s resolve wavers as he feels her hand on him. He wants to say no, to stop this before it goes any further, but his body won’t let him. He nods, his voice a gruff whisper. “Okay, just a little.”
Ashley’s eyes gleam with triumph in the moonlight. She rolls over, her legs parting to straddle him, her pussy still slick with her own juices. She reaches down, gripping his cock and guiding it back to her entrance. With a gentle push, she sinks down onto him, her walls enveloping him once again.
Chris groans, his hands finding her hips as he watches her bounce up and down. Her tits jiggle with every bounce, the sight of them making his cock throb even more. He can feel the heat of her pussy, the tightness that squeezes him with every movement she makes. It’s as if she’s made for him, as if this is what they’ve both been waiting for.
Her breathy moans fill the room as she rides him, her young body moving with a confidence that belies her inexperience. Each stroke of his cock against her inner walls sends a bolt of pleasure through him, and he knows he’s close. So close. The tension in his balls is almost unbearable.
Her tight pussy clenches around him, the slick warmth of her juices coating his shaft with every movement. He can feel the beginnings of his climax, the pressure building, demanding release. He tries to hold back, to draw it out, but the feeling is too intense. Her movements become more erratic, her breathing more ragged, and he knows she’s close as well.
With a final, desperate thrust, he surrenders to the feeling, his body arching off the bed as he cums. Ashley gasps, feeling his hot seed fill her, the sensation of his release triggering her own. Her thighs squeeze around his hips, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she cums once more, the pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.
For a moment, they lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies joined in the aftermath of their shared climax. Then, with a soft whimper, she falls forward and lays her head on his chest. His heart is hammering beneath her ear, the beat matching the rhythm of her own. She feels his hand come up, the warmth of his palm cupping the back of her head, his fingers sliding through her hair.
The sensation is soothing, like a warm blanket on a cold night. She lets out a contented sigh, her cheek pressed against the dampness of his skin. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his hand moving in gentle strokes that calm her racing thoughts. It’s a silent declaration of his acceptance, his need for her mirroring her own.
“Mmm, thank you, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice a soft caress against his skin. The words hang in the air, a declaration of satisfaction and a promise for more to come. Her body still hums with the aftershocks of pleasure, each beat of his heart resonating through her.
Chris’s arms tighten around her, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away. He knows he shouldn’t have given in, but the feeling of her around him was too tempting to resist. “You made me so happy,” she adds ” can we do it again tomorrow?”, her voice filled with genuine warmth and a hint of something more. Her hand slides down his chest, her fingertips tracing the contours of his muscles before coming to rest on his stomach.
The words hang in the air, a question that he doesn’t need to answer. He knows what she’s asking, and part of him wants to say no. But the feel of her against him is too much to deny. He nods, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Maybe just a little.” It’s all he can manage, the aftershocks of their union still pulsing through him.
