Emily's Seduction (part four) - Sex Stories

Emily's Seduction (part four)

It was close to Emily's birthday, at the end of summer break. She would soon be seventeen. When I first met her, just before my marriage to her mother, I could see she was a charming young lady. Certainly her mother's daughter, in so many ways. Now she was my stepdaughter. Her thirty-eight year old mother and I had wed in the spring. I was a fifty year old professor of English. It was my first marriage. I must say, I knew very little about women, to be honest. I was educated as a scholar of the English language, and its literature. Of course I was not ignorant, but the subtleties of the female mind often escaped me. What they wanted, or what they needed could elude me. But I was happy that I seemed to have brought pleasure into Erica's life, and to that of her daughter, Emily. Emily came downstairs one day around noon. I had just finished having a snack. Nothing heavy. I noticed she was wearing a dress. It was what they call a sundress, I believe. It had straps holding it up, fit snuggly about her bosom, and then flared out at the waist. Her legs were long and perfectly tanned now. Her tiny feet were in ballerina slippers. Her hair was not in braids today. Long, brown tresses fell about her shoulders. I didn't believe she was wearing a bra. Not that she really needed it. Her breasts were conical in shape and had little, if any, sag to them. I had been watching them for weeks now. They were similar to the tits I might suck every night before going to bed. Emily and her ...

... mother were almost twins when it came to body shape. But there was something compelling about my stepdaughter. "You look fine, Dick. Always wearing the tie. It's terribly sweet, you know that? So let's go. I'm ready." "What? I mean, I'm not really sure what you're trying to say, Emily. Ready for what my dear?" "Dick, please. It's almost my birthday, remember? We're going shopping. It's so nice of you to do this. You're the best, Dick. Always so good to me." "But I'm not sure about this. Did your mother give her permission? Does she know? I hadn't really decided what we were getting for your birthday, Emily. This may not be a good idea today." "Sometimes I wonder about you Dick. I think you may be the original absent minded professor. Of course we can go. You promised, you know?" She giggled. Placing her delicate hand on my bare arm, she stroked it, and the goose bumps rose up as always. A slight shiver ran up my spine, making my groin tingle. I felt a slight growth there. It would be best to allow this little trip to happen. I supposed that I had promised. Yes, of course, I had. "Well, just let me get my cap, and we can be on our way. I hadn't thought about it. I'm not sure where we shall go." "Oh Dick. Don't be silly. You're so funny sometimes. We're going where I want to go. It's my birthday, after all. I know exactly where to go. Come on. Let's get on our way." Emily took my hand. I feared she would feel the dampness of my palm. It was still summer and I must have been feeling ...