The Path to Enlightenment (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

The Path to Enlightenment (Chapter 1)

The men trooped into Steven's living room, beers in hand, ready to unwind after an arduous week at work. It had become customary for the group of four to hang out on Friday nights, but today their boss had invited himself to dinner and subsequently to the Taylors' family house for a night of cards and beer. Nobody really enjoyed Michael's company - he was a loud, domineering personality and equally unpleasant outside of work as any other day in the office. Steven brought out a pack of cards and cleared the room of his sporting paraphernalia to make way for his guests. Already irritable from his boss' presence, his head was beginning to throb from a headache. He had been working overtime lately, as the company was struggling and his sales records were sinking to a new low. Temples buzzing, he reached for a family photo from a recent holiday sitting on the table, when Michael caught his arm. "Hey, is that your daughter? How long ago was this taken?" he asked. In his mind he briefly recalled Steven bringing young Natalie Taylor with him to a company function several years back. He clearly remembered her as a beautiful girl, very bright and well-behaved. Staring at her teenage body framed in a two-piece bikini, it was evident that she had only blossomed with age. "She sure looks like she's all grown up!" "We took this in Hawaii a couple of months back," Steven replied, oblivious to Michael's lascivious stare. A hand absent-mindedly rubbed at his forehead. As their only child, ...

... Natalie completed a warm and close-knit family. "I'm surprised you remember her." Michael shrugged and eased himself onto a sofa, not bothering to assist his host. His co-workers quickly finished setting up the chairs and tables. Despite their silence, none of them disagreed with his verdict of Steven's daughter, having seen her now and then when dropping by his place, but refrained from asking any more questions. As the five men took their spots around the table to commence the game, a door opened on the second floor and soft footsteps echoed down the stairs. Two long, toned legs came into view, followed by the rest of seventeen-year-old Natalie's elegant frame. She was wearing nothing but a loose T-shirt that dangled at her mid-thighs. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked at the visitors for a moment before recognizing her father's colleagues. Ted was a tall black man, muscular and powerfully-built, but with a goofy aloofness to him. Grayson was bespectacled and much shorter and skinnier. Completing the trio was Phil, a mousey-looking fellow, quiet and shy. They were in their late thirties, like her father, and would greet her cheerfully whenever they met. She yawned and stretched luxuriously, unaware of the hem of her tee rising to reveal the bottom of her white cotton panties. It was then that she noticed the fifth member of the ensemble, a fat, balding white man whose beady eyes were fixated on her teenage body. She vaguely recalled that he was her father's boss - a disagreeable ...