Under the bleachers - Sex Stories

Under the bleachers

... was over. Jamie felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jamie couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure. So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jamie knew her answer. Things were happening kind of fast for Bill and Jamie both. One minute Bill was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position... probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him. They talked as usual on the way home. Jamie had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together. There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every ...

... word and glance. Suddenly Bill wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jamie's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh. Jamie's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jamie wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the f****y room with her mother nearby. The only vision Bill was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jamie's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view. Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Bill up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jamie might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Bill never had trouble sl**ping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too? In turn, Jamie lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She ...