Emily's Seduction (part three) - Sex Stories

Emily's Seduction (part three)

There was a tapping at my library door. It had to be Emily. I had been avoiding my stepdaughter for a few days. It was something of a surprise when she had touched my turgid prick with her feet. I had not responded properly, at first. I admit that I had some rather unfortunate urges concerning Emily. She was my new wife's daughter. She was nearing seventeen years of age soon. I would need to control myself. "Come in." The door opened slowly and Emily entered. She was dressed in only her bikini bottom. I had given her permission to sunbathe without a top. Perhaps that had not been the best idea. My wife, Erica, might not understand. But she didn't know. I wasn't going to tell her. Surely, neither was Emily. But I hadn't expected Emily to be walking around like this. "Hi Dick. It's a lovely day, isn't it?" I could smell the jasmine scent that she always wore. "Yes, yes. Quite nice Emily. Yes. Do you need something from me dear?" She slowly walked over and stood beside my desk. I was seated behind it, with paperwork spread out. Her delicate hand reached out to touch my arm. Her breasts were not pendulous at all. They were firm and like cones in shape. Her nipples were red as garnets. They were swollen. They always were. I had noticed when I watched her through my french doors, as she sunbathed on the patio. "You know, I'm getting to be fond of you, Dick. You seem to be awfully sweet. I was hoping you would be. And you've been very nice to me. I wonder, may I ask another favor, ...

... Dick?" I cleared my throat. It was getting stuffy in here. "Umm...yes Emily. You, uh, you can ask anything. I'll try to help, if I can." My hand was on my desk as she kept her hand on my arm. It was bare, as I was wearing short sleeves. I felt goosebumps rising, as she gently stroked my skin. I had to move my other hand to my lap. I didn't wish her to see the erection forming. That wouldn't do. "Thank you Dick. I think I'm going to really depend upon you. You're such a smart man. I can tell by reading your books. You're so good at poetry, Dick." I think I may have been blushing. "That's kind of you, Emily. I know I'm not a great poet, but I do think I've written a few poems that would stand up to critical scrutiny." "Well, I just know they seem good to me. So anyway, I was wondering. It seems so silly, doesn't it? I mean, I'm sunbathing and I have this silly bottom on, and I know my sun tan is going to be uneven. Doesn't it seem logical that I could remove it, along with the top, Dick?" This was another of Emily's surprises. She was absolutely not an ordinary young lady. As far as I knew, of course. I wasn't an expert concerning girls. Perhaps she was just like other girls her age. I didn't really know. I was thinking swiftly. What should I do? What would Erica think? "I don't know, Emily. I'm not really sure about that. I mean, wouldn't you feel odd, you know, nude? With me here and all?" "Don't be silly, Dick. You're fine. I don't have any problem being that way around you. ...