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Rachel
Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith, Source: xHamster
... and T-shirt, then wandered back to the main room where Rachel sat cross-legged on a wide, low couch sipping from a long glass. This wouldn't normally have caused me any problem but Rachel was wearing a pair of those very close fitting cotton/Lycra shorts that hugged every contour of her lower body and left just enough to the imagination to be enticing. Topped off with a matching crop-top that left her smooth brown tummy exposed and emphasised her breasts, the effect - especially after my recent excitement in her bathroom - was electrifying. `Are you OK? Sit down. I'll get you another drink.' She rose smoothly from the couch and passed close to me leaving a subtle air of perfume and musk as she went. `I'm, um, fine thanks.' I managed to say, my voice betraying the nervousness I felt. Rachel turned and came closer. Are you sure? Only you seem a little distracted.' `Well it's a long drive. I must be a little travel-shocked.' She squeezed my arm and said, `Sit down. I know what you need.' I sat on her couch and on her instruction leaned forward with my head over my knees. I felt her gentle hands begin to massage the back of my neck and shoulders. It felt great, really great and certainly helped to ease the stress. But after a few minutes another form of stress returned because I was acutely aware that her thinly clothed body was only inches from mine as she leant over me to work on my back. The source of that delightful aroma was only a few inches from my head. Breathing gently ...
... in I sensed again her female musk and again that began to excite my cock. I could reach out and... No! Don't even think about it. She must have sensed my increased tension. `Relax. That's an order.' I tried to breathe deeply, think about something else, and after a few more minutes managed to convince her I was OK. `Thanks love. That was perfect. I feel much better now.' I said, as she flopped down next to me, put her head on my shoulder and said, `I love you and I'm glad you're here.' I smiled at her, a great lump of emotion welling in me. `Thanks Rachel. You know I love you too. Even though you're not my `natural' daughter I always felt you were the c***d of my spirit.' Her eyes sparkled and I knew I'd said the right thing. It hadn't always been like this. During her teenage years we had fought like cat and dog. Sullen resentment alternating with deliberate aggressive confrontation had been my lot for three or four years while she had worked through unbalanced hormones towards her womanhood. All this confusion was made worse by my being a stepfather. How many times had she wounded me with the casually flung phrase: `You're not my real father anyway.' And it hurt because that is what I had wanted to be ever since she stood with her mother and younger b*****r on my doorstep on the day they moved in. All gauche resentment and c***dish confusion, crying out for love and care but rejecting all offers of closeness. Her head was still on my shoulder and she wriggled a bit until my ...