Stefanie’s Diary - Sex Stories

Stefanie’s Diary

... I carefully shaved those too.

Now I’m not a girl with a hairy asshole by any means, but there were a few hairs here and there that needed some tending to, and I’m so glad that I did!

I’ll get to that later.

Okay, so I was at the turning point right as I left the shower and dried off.

Should I chicken out and go get dressed, or stick with the plan and walk down the hallway to the kitchen and living room?

I paused for a few moments in the hall, deciding what I should do.

I could hear the TV on in the living room and it sounded like a sportscaster or something, so I was sure that my dad was out there.

What if I walked out there and he had a friend over?

What if the front blinds were wide open and people could see in from the street?

What if, I don’t know, any number of other reasons to give myself to bail out on my plan and go throw something on instead?

Or, I could go out wrapped in a towel, right?

Towel shmowel.

That’s as good as being dressed, practically.

My dad’s seen me wrapped in a towel a billion times.

If I really wanted to make a point, if only to myself even, would be to walk out there wearing not a stick of anything.

How would I feel if he saw me and told me to go put something on?

Uh, crestfallen? That’s a good word.

Stefi, you can do it!

Don’t you remember when he made mention of you putting clothes on after your shower?

I actually had to go back and read what I wrote as to exactly what he said to really ...

... remember, so much has happened since then.

By pure coincidence, I’d first flipped back to the page from last night where he said for me to go ahead and take off the dress, so I’ll take that as a wonderful coincidence.

A sign, maybe?

In any case, I was in the hall and this diary was back in my room, so it couldn’t help me drum up my courage at the time.

I had to do that for myself.

I took a deep breath and strolled down the hall towards the living room.

Now the kitchen is right before the living room, so I knew that if I had to quickly duck for cover in there, I could.

Well, as brave as I was, I couldn’t just saunter out into the living room without surveying the situation first.

The couch faces the TV which is in the front corner of the house.

If the blinds are open, you can see out to the street.

I could tell that the front blinds were closed.

My dad was sitting on the couch watching some sort of sports news show on what must have been ESPN or something like it.

He was wearing his plaid bathrobe and sipping on a tall glass of orange juice.

I knew he must have heard me in the shower–he simply must have.

He evidently didn’t know that I was behind him as I stealthily crept up to the couch.

As I got closer, I could see over the back of the couch and saw that he wasn't wearing anything underneath his bathrobe.

In fact, it wasn't even tied closed and his handsome penis dangled between his legs, all small and adorable.

I was so ...