Two Young Gymnasts Part Two - Sex Stories

Two Young Gymnasts Part Two

... daughter paused and blushed, before adding, “really sexy”. Then, in a rush “and I think so too. Won’t you have me as your girlfriend, please?” she pleaded. To say Jake was astonished would be putting it mildly. He’d been having all these erotic thoughts about the girls and suddenly he finds out that they were having erotic thoughts about him! He ran one finger around the outline of his daughter’s face as he thought rapidly. “You know your mother wouldn’t be happy” he said slowly, being careful not to reject the idea out of hand. His daughter was unfazed by the idea. “She doesn’t need to know and, anyway, I don’t know why she should care. She doesn’t really love you. Her job is more important to her that we are.” Jake marveled at his daughter’s awareness of those facts of life. She was correct in her understanding. After having one child, Sheila had little interest in sex and none in having a larger family. In fact she’d insisted that he had a vasectomy right after Christine’s birth. His wife had promised that she’d enjoy sex more if he had it done. Jake hadn’t seen any improvement and, as the years had past, lovemaking had become more and more infrequent. On the other hand late evenings at work had become more and more frequent for his wife as she climbed the corporate ladder. In the beginning he’d wondered whether she was having an affair. But, on the times that he’d been passing her office after dark, he could see her outlined against the shades - either on the phone or ...

... typing on her computer. After a while he’d gotten used to it and began to take pleasure in the evenings he spent with his growing daughter; making meals together, or helping her with her homework. Over the last two years he’d become increasingly aware that his interest in Christine had turned from fatherly care to sexual desire. As all that raced through his mind he ended up with a decision. “What the hell”, he said to himself. He let his fingers come to rest under her chin and tilted his daughter’s face up. He looked in her hopeful brown eyes and was lost. “I will be your boyfriend only if you promise to tell no one. Not even Sandra. Is it a deal?” Too happy to speak, Christine nodded her head and smiled at him; his heart gave a great bound in his chest. “Shall we seal our deal with a kiss?” he said and his daughter nodded again, tilting her face up closer to his. He bent and kissed her on the mouth, letting his tongue glide along her soft lips and feeling the warmth of her breath enter his open mouth. He pulled away and sat back behind the steering wheel hardly believing what had just happened. He felt the exhilaration and also a sense of immediate danger. It was like the feeling he’d had when, as a young man, he’d rappelled down a cliff for the first time. The feeling that only comes when you’ve committed yourself to a new and potentially dangerous enterprise that is liberating at the same time. Glancing at Christine as he drove he could see that she was leaning back against ...