Daughter’s BF becomes Father’s FB

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Terry Smith had been friends with Sandy Garner since they were six years old. They were similar in every way, enjoyed the same sports and hobbies and told each other nearly everything. The one thing Terry held back was the biggest secret of all, one that Sarah could never know. When she turned 18, she started a relationship with a man. An older man. Sandy’s father.

It started shortly after Terry’s 18th birthday. It was the summer time, and like many summer days, Terry was spending the afternoon at Sandy’s house. They preferred to spend the night at Sandy’s house because since their parents got divorced a year ago, they could usually count on the house being empty. Sandy’s mom had moved to another city and her dad often worked late.

The Garner’s had a great house, with a pool in the backyard and a hot tub. Terry and Sandy had spent the entire afternoon by the pool, sunning and swimming. The two were still in the pool late in the afternoon, when Sandy’s dad came home around 7 pm. He walked out to the pool with a beer in his hand, looking tired. Terry had always liked him, she felt comfortable enough around him to call him Mr. G.

“Hey girls,” he said with a smile. “Nice day for a swim?”

Terry spoke up first. “Hey, Mr. G, how’s it goin? You mind if I slum over here tonight?”

Tom Garner laughed. “Anytime Terry, you know you’re welcome.”

Terry had noticed that in the past year, Mr. G. had not been as happy and fun to be around as he once was. He seemed to be distracted and depressed. She figured it was the divorce. Being the cheerful sort, she was always looking to pick people up.

“Thanks Mr. G., YOU ARE the man,” she said with a flirty smile.

Tom was used to his daughter’s friends flirting with him, he found it amusing. He was obviously old enough to be their father, but he looked younger than his age and was still fit and attractive.

“I’ll order some pizza,” he said as he turned to walk back inside. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

The girls cheered and went back to swimming and splashing around. After a little while, Terry decided she’d had enough and went in to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Tom had ordered the pizza and was going to take a quick run around the block before it got there. He had pulled on his running shorts, plugged his ipod into his ears and was looking for his favorite running shirt when it happened. It was purely innocent, accidental. He thought Terry was still in the pool, and had no idea that she was in the shower. The music in his ears blocked out the sound of the water running. He had nearly walked through the partially opened bathroom door before he looked up with a start.

In the mirror, through the glass door, he saw her, standing in the shower. He knew she had a cute figure from seeing her in a swimsuit, but nothing could prepare him for the vision he saw in the mirror. Her back was arched, her hands were up in her hair. She was massaging shampoo into her hair, which meant her eyes, thankfully, were closed. Initially Tom was too stunned to look away, then too stunned to move. Her body was incredible, the pose she held was magnificent. But the thing that had Tom totally stunned was her breasts. They were, in a word, perfect. Round and firm, with just the right lift, perfectly shaped within stark tan lines. Her nipples were adorable. Tom was transfixed, looking into the mirror for what seemed like hours. He could not take his eyes off of those incredible breasts, gently swaying underneath the soapy water.

At some point, Tom’s eyes moved up from her breasts and he realized with a shudder that Terry had rinsed the shampoo out and her eyes were open, looking at the mirror, right toward him. Because of the angle, he couldn’t tell if she could see him, and he feared that if he moved she would see the movement. So he stood there, and looked at her, watching her eyes, trying to see if she knew he was there. At some point it occurred to him that if she did know he was there, she wasn’t freaking out about it, so he was guessing she wasn’t looking at him.

After a while, she looked down, seemed to smile just a bit, and then turned slowly away from him. He took the opportunity to back up and then walk quickly out of the room. He went straight to his room, closed the door and sat down on his bed in a cold sweat. A million thoughts ran through his head, about half of them related to guilt, the other half wondering if she had seen him. He was horrified and embarrassed at what had happened, and scared of what might happen next.

Surprisingly, nothing happened. The pizza came, the three of them ate together. If Terry had seen Tom, she wasn’t letting on in any way. It was as if it had never happened and Tom tried to convince himself that it didn’t happen. After dinner, Tom locked himself in his room and thought about what might happen if Terry told Sandy, or her parents, or anyone, about him seeing her naked in the shower. It was a sleepless night.

It was still on his mind the next morning, as he drank his morning coffee and tried to read the paper. canlı bahis He didn’t expect the girls to be up for several hours, so he was taken by surprise when Terry walked into the kitchen.

“Morning Mr. G,” she said with a smile. “I have to take off early, I have to help my mom with some shopping.”

Tom stood and nodded, thought briefly about explaining the previous day’s accident, and then thought better. “Well, it was good to see you,” he said. He immediately wished he could take the words back.

“Thanks for having me,” smiled Terry. She moved quickly over to where Tom was standing, leaned in and gave him a quick, warm hug, and then was gone out the door.

Over the next days and weeks, Tom tortured himself over the episode. On the one hand he was wracked with guilt, but on the other hand he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful Terry was in the shower. Occasionally he would find his mind wandering, thinking of watching her eyes, watching him, while he watched her. One night he even dreamed about it, except that in the dream she beckoned him to join her with an index finger, and he moved in slow motion, sliding his shorts off and joining her under the hot water. He was just about to kiss her when he woke up, sporting a huge boner and a cold sweat. He staggered into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, but it was still a long time before his arousal faded.

Whenever Terry came over, he made an effort to avoid too much contact with her. She was naturally warm and outgoing, so it was not awkward that she would give him a hug when she saw him, she did that with everyone. Much as he tried, he couldn’t keep himself from lingering close to her, sometimes giving her a quick peck on the cheek, sometimes letting his hand stay on her waist for just a bit longer than usual.

Then he would go to his room, pour cold water on his face, remind himself she was too young, he was too old. Unfortunately, his second floor bedroom overlooked the backyard and the pool, so he found himself looking down at Terry, laying out or swimming in the pool in her bikini. He would watch her for hours, seeing the gentle sway of those breasts that he remembered all too well.

It was especially torturous when Terry spent the night. Tom would lay awake for hours, listening for noises, imagining that he heard someone walking around the house. Sometimes he would get up and go downstairs to the kitchen, walk by the bedroom where the girls were sleeping, imagine Terry coming out dressed in some silky pajamas, coming toward him in the darkness….

Then it was off to the bathroom, for more cold water. That girl was killing his water bill.

Thankfully, the summer came to an end and the girls were back in school, so Terry rarely came by and Tom could get her off his mind, at least part of the time. When she did come over, Tom could always look forward to a nice hug, and enough distance had passed since the shower episode so that he didn’t feel weird about it. He had to admit to himself that he lusted after her, but it was an abstract, not a reality based, lust. He couldn’t help but notice though, that whenever his daughter Sandy was in another room or outside, the hugs that he got from Terry lasted a little longer, and seemed a lot friendlier. Sometimes he wondered what the hug would be like if Sandy wasn’t there. It was late in the spring before he found out.

Tom was home by himself on a warm afternoon when the doorbell rang and Terry was standing outside. He hadn’t seen her in a while, and she had aged very well. She had on shorts and a tank top, and of course the usual big smile.

“Hey Mr. G, how’s it goin’?” she said, stepping inside and giving him a hug.

While Terry had grown up to be a beauty, she was still on the short side. Her head came up to Tom’s chest, and the smell of her hair intoxicated him. Tom relished the moment, letting his hands grip the small of her back and then letting them glide over her waist as he reluctantly let go.

“I’m better now,” he said with a playful wink. He shut the door behind her.

Terry laughed. “I’m here to pick up some old clothes from Sandy, is she around?”

Sandy always seemed to be a size larger than Terry, so she was always passing on old clothes.

“She’s actually not, she’s visiting her mother this weekend,” said Tom.

“Oh,” said Terry, with a mix of disappointment and something like curiosity. “So you’re all by your lonesome this weekend, eh?”

Tom mocked a sad frown. “Yes, all by my lonesome.”

“Ahhh,” said Terry in mock sympathy. “I should’ve given you a bigger hug…”

Tom felt his stomach jolt just a bit, and had to remind himself that she was still too young.

“I think I know where Sandy left the clothes,” he said, hoping to change the subject. He led her back to Sandy’s room, where a large box of clothes sat on the bed.

“Oh wow,” said Terry, flipping through the pile of clothes. “I’m never going to be able to take all of these.”

As usual, Tom obsessively followed Terry’s every movement, bahis siteleri stealing glances at her beautiful body but all the while being careful not to let her notice. She turned quickly toward him and grabbed his arm, her bright green eyes shiny with an idea.

“Would you mind if I tried some of them on here, to see how they look?” she said.

“Absolutely,” said Tom, both happy and nervous at the idea of her staying for awhile. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be in the den.”

Tom felt his heart beating as he walked out of the room and pulled the door partially shut behind him. He walked out and sat in the den, trying to watch television and ignore the fact that the object of many of his fantasies was changing in and out of clothes just down the hall.

It wasn’t long before she reminded him. She came sashaying down the hall in a pair of shorts and a tight top, looking like a million bucks.

“How do you like this?” she said, twirling in front of him.

Tom immediately became aware that he no longer had to steal glances at her beautiful body, she was offering full license for him to gaze in adoration. He took full advantage.

“Wow, you look…it looks great on you,” he stammered out.

She gave him a final twirl, and looked back at him over her shoulder. “In that case, it’s a keeper!”

For the next half hour, Tom was treated to a continuing fashion show that had his cock rock hard and his mind sweating bullets. She had to know what she was doing to him, especially since many of the outfits were quite revealing, and she wasn’t hesitant to strike some sexy poses right in front of him. It was unlikely that Tom could remember any of what the clothes looked like — he pretty much told her they all looked awesome, and after a few costume changes he gave up the pretenses and was telling her how awesome SHE looked, and how she would probably be incredible wearing anything. She beamed her approval and headed back for another change.

Tom sat quietly in the den, his mouth salivating, thinking about what she would be modeling next. About the time he was expecting her to come out, he heard her voice, asking him for some help.

He stood slowly, adjusting his hard cock so it didn’t stick out, and walked back to the bedroom. As he entered the room he had a premonition that she would be on the bed naked, and he wondered what he’d do. She was on the bed, but she was sitting down facing away from him, and asked him for help zipping up the dress.

Once again, he stood close enough to smell her hair, and he took his time gently zipping up the back of the dress. It was abundantly clear she had no bra on. When he was finished he stepped back away so she could stand up and model for him.

Terry was wearing what is commonly knows as a little black dress, and it was a little tight and very little. She looked quite stunning in it, her toned legs exposed all the way to mid thigh, and the low cut showing off just the right amount of cleavage. The waning sunlight gave the room a soft glow, and Terry knew the dress looked hot. She really hammed it up, pulling the dress up higher on her thigh, parading back and forth. Tom was beyond overwhelmed, and just stood there for a long time nodding his very strong approval, until he found the need to ease down into a chair. If the tension wasn’t already high enough for Tom, Terry took a slow walk all the way around his chair, giving him ample time to check her out.

Tom couldn’t help but give her a slow clap.

“Awesome,” he said. “But I think you already know that!”

Terry laughed. “Maybe, but its always good to hear.”

Terry walked back over to the clothing box and started pulling out other items, holding them up and asking Tom what he thought of them. Tom sat with his hands on his knees, his mouth going dry, trying to articulate responses. She was toying with him, making him hot. She even held up some lacy bras, laughing and joking about them, but Tom felt like if he asked her to try them on, she would. He didn’t dare.

After a while, Terry settled on another outift she wanted to try on, and she walked back over to Tom to get him to unzip the dress she had on. She turned in front of him, settling in between his legs. The situation was almost too much for Tom to bear, and he couldn’t get the zipper to come down. Sensing that he was having some difficulty, Terry laughed and adjusted her position lower to make it easier for him. She kneeled down in front of him so that his hands were level with the zipper, facing away from him with her elbows on his legs to steady herself. Tom took his time, easing the zipper down slowly and revealing in the intoxicating smell from her perfume and the beauty of her naked back.

When he finally got the zipper down, she stood slowly and walked away from him, and Tom realized she was going to change right there in front of him. Her back to him, she let the dress fall away, and Tom realized with a mixture of disappointment and relief that while she wasn’t wearing a bra, she did have shorts on underneath. bahis şirketleri Taking care to face away from him, she pulled on a red silk button down shirt and buttoned it up, and then pulled on a tight tan skirt before turning to face him again. The shirt was buttoned down just far enough to show a hint of cleavage.

She stuck out a hip in an exaggerated sexy pose. “How do you like this?” she laughed.

Tom couldn’t help himself. “You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful in everything!”

Terry giggled and gave him the thumbs up. She walked back over to the clothes box, picking up a few other items.

“Is there anything else you’d like to see me in?” she asked.

In what can only be described as an out of body experience, Tom heard himself say in a clear, steely voice.

“I’d like to see you in the nude.”

Terry turned to him in shock surprise, her mouth open slightly, her face blushing. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence.

“Ha ha,” she said. “I’ll bet you would.”

There was a sudden nervous tension in the room, as they both evaluated the situation. Terry was trying to play it off as a joke, leaving Tom an out to just laugh it off. Tom was on the edge, he could laugh it off, or ask again.

“I…I’m sorry…I just think you are so beautiful Terry,” he said nervously. “You have an incredible body, I would just love to see you…”

His voice trailed off, his mouth dry, his head in a blur. Another quiet, awkward moment passed.

“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “I don’t think I’d better.”

Tom sensed her feigned reluctance. He became less nervous, more emboldened.

“I won’t even touch you,” Tom said. “I just want to see you nude. I just think you are so incredibly beautiful.”

Terry stood quietly for a moment, one hand fidgeting with a button on her blouse, looking down nervously. Finally, she spoke.

“Ok, but just for a second,” she said.

Tom inhaled deeply, wondering if this was really happening, or if it was just a fabulous dream. Meanwhile, Terry was slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse, and then untucking it from the skirt. Gradually, almost painfully for Tom, the blouse fell open, exposing the breasts that had only gotten fuller and more beautiful than the last time he had seen them. Terry kept her eyes down, avoiding eye contact, as she slowly wiggled out of the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She didn’t waste any time with the shorts, sliding them off and standing before him now with just the silk blouse hanging off her shoulders. She pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and the blouse slipped away, and she stood before him, beautifully naked in the waning dusk.

Tom quietly drank in the stunning vision before him, unable to breath or speak. He watched her intently as her hand came up to push the hair out of her face, and she turned her head and body slightly to give him another view. Her eyes continued to avoid contact with Tom, allowing him to look her up and down with reckless abandon.

Terry was perfectly shaped, with trim toned legs leading up to shapely hips and a flat torso. She kept her bush trimmed neatly, and it looked soft and inviting. Her breasts were the perfect shape and size, her chest and shoulders in perfect, smooth proportion. Her skin was almost unnaturally beautiful, just the right tan, and her golden brown hair set softly over her shoulders.

Suddenly he heard her voice break the silence, and realized that her green eyes were now looking at him. She had broken the silence with a simple, direct word, framed as a question.

“Well?” she asked, with a coy smile.

Tom’s brain slowly came to the realization that she was asking him what he thought.

“Terry, you are incredibly beautiful,” he managed.

She smiled and twirled a piece of hair. “Do you really think so?”

“I think you are the most beautiful vision I have ever seen in my life,” he said, and he meant ever word.

She blushed a bit, but Tom was still amazed at how comfortable she was standing in front of him nude. Feeling even more comfortable after his compliment, she gave Tom a bit more of a show, turning ninety degrees at a time, showing all the angles of her gorgeous body, intermittently running her hands through her hair. She used the bedposts as props, leaning up against them, or holding onto them with one of both hands.

Tom’s dick had gotten so hard it threatened to tear his shorts in half. His head was on fire, his brain adrift. He was heading toward another state of consciousness, watching Terry complete her little circle turn, when the phone rang, breaking the silence.

Tom didn’t budge, listening to the phone ring twice, three times, it could’ve been a hundred for all he knew, then the answering machine picked up, and he was stunned back to reality by the voice of his daughter Sandy.

He jumped up and ran into the other room and picked up the phone, shocked quickly back into the role of father. Sandy had gotten into a fight with her mother, and was coming back a day early, would be there in about a half hour. Tom went back into a cold sweat, thinking about what might have happened. If she hadn’t called, she might be walking in to the house in a half hour and finding her father screwing her best friend.

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