Driving Heidi Home - Sex Stories

Driving Heidi Home

... weren't natural for a man to lust after a girl like Heidi, nature wouldn't have made her so sexy at f******n years of age. And certainly not guilt--guilt would have kept me from masturbating the previous night with my nose buried in her purloined panties and my imagination focused on her downy "bush". No, rather it was a growing apprehension that Heidi, in the light of day, might begin to wonder at the validity of my "father-daughter session" bullshit. What if she asked her mother or grandmother about it, or even one of her little girlfriends? What if she regretted letting me "teach her" those things under my guise as her stand-in daddy? Would the police soon be knocking at my door? When her mom dropped her off, I felt a sense of relief. Surely her mother would not be blithely dropping her daughter off if she thought anything were amiss. Heidi was again wearing a short skirt, this time with a knit top that bared her arms and her midriff. She looked yummy. She smiled at me when I opened the door, and looked like she was about to say something when Brian brushed past me and wrapped his arms around her legs. "Heidi! Come see my new game!" She gave me a look that tried to say "k**s!" as he dragged her past me to his room. A few moments later, Traci came downstairs. She called to Heidi that we were leaving and would be back about 9:30, and we left. On the way home from the movie a couple hours later, my wife told me that she'd like to visit her old college roommate in New York ...

... during the upcoming weekend, and asked if I could keep Brian with me. This opportunity immediately grabbed my attention, so I tried to sound rather reluctant at first to cover my tracks. "Well, honey, I have a big report to work on this weekend. Not only do I have to run back and forth to the office at least a couple of times, but also while I'm at home, I'll have to be working most of the time. Can't you take him with you?" "Mike, I'd really like a weekend trip with my girlfriend, like the old days. Why don't we get Heidi to play 'nanny' for the weekend? I could ask her mother to let her stay the whole weekend, Friday through Sunday. She could stay in the guestroom. You know she can keep Brian out of your hair. She'll also like the opportunity to earn, what is it, forty-eight hours of babysitting wages?" "Well, I suppose that would work, as long as her mother thinks she's old enough to be away all weekend." I was glad it was dark in the car, or Traci might have seen the tent in my pants. The idea of that sweet little schoolgirl cunt prancing around my house all weekend, with my wife safely in New York, was intoxicating. When we got home, Traci asked Heidi what she thought of the idea. Heidi blurted out a "That would be awesome!" so Traci called Heidi's mom and made it official. Then, to top off this evening of great news, Traci asked me to run Heidi home. We were barely out of the driveway when Heidi gleefully made her confession. "I wanted to tell you when I got to your house, ...