Hurricane's continued effects on my life
My relationship with my step-parents, was not a very close one, especially with my step-mother, who treated me like Cinderella. So when my step-father joined me on the patio, it was a very welcome experience.
Mid-morning of the following day, my step-mother took the rental car to visit her daughter and her granddaughter, Rachel. Husband was with his hunting friends, sighting in their rifles at a shooting range in the next county. I was nude, downstairs, doing business on the computer.
Husband had made some Jewish desserts, Chocolate Babka & Diced Prune Halva, for my step-parents. My step-father was upstairs and called down, “could he bring down some of the sweets your husband made”. I told him sure and I went and put fresh coffee on and my high heels. We have a smaller kitchen in the lower level. He came down with a tray of sweets and told me how beautiful I looked in the light. I smiled and nodded my head in acknowledgement.
I enjoy being daring, with older men, even my step-father. My biggest asset is my body and knowing what men like. I’m not in my 20’s anymore, but I exercise a lot and eat healthy. I’ve been told I have aged well and they say being in your early 40’s, is now the new 30’s. He sat on the couch and put the tray on the coffee table. I could tell he was watching me. Pinching my nipples, fattened them up a little, gave them a sexy skin tone. I brought the coffee’s over, sat on the couch and I felt very comfortable with him. So comfortable, that I put my leg over the arm of the couch, showing off my bald pussy. I was trying to get a response out of him and hoped that he would take me over his knee and spanked me, for being so brazen. Something I wanted him to do since my youth. But that audacious act of mine, just seemed to intimidate him.
So I put my leg down and he started to kibitz about him and his wife, riding out the storm at a local Jewish center in Naples, they frequent. He told me how nice it was that he could count on us to let them stay with us till the repairs were done on their condo. I assured him, that they could stay as long as they needed to. I got up and went to the sliding door, with my back-side to him, holding my coffee. He came up next to me, put his arm around my waist and told me with a lecherous smile, I reminded him of how beautiful my real mother was. This was the only time he shared anything with me, about my real mother and I so needed to know more about her.
He then told me, that when I was stripping, he and gramps visited the strip club and watched me strip nude. He said they stood in the back. When on the dance floor, only the customers sitting around the stage are easy to remember what they looked like. It would have been exciting, to know that they were watching me.
His phone rang and he told me his friend would be picking him up and they were going out for lunch. He had filled up my mind with so many questions about my real mother. Now he was leaving with his friend. He told me, “we will chat again, when your mother (step-mother) is out”. Jenny.
Mid-morning of the following day, my step-mother took the rental car to visit her daughter and her granddaughter, Rachel. Husband was with his hunting friends, sighting in their rifles at a shooting range in the next county. I was nude, downstairs, doing business on the computer.
Husband had made some Jewish desserts, Chocolate Babka & Diced Prune Halva, for my step-parents. My step-father was upstairs and called down, “could he bring down some of the sweets your husband made”. I told him sure and I went and put fresh coffee on and my high heels. We have a smaller kitchen in the lower level. He came down with a tray of sweets and told me how beautiful I looked in the light. I smiled and nodded my head in acknowledgement.
I enjoy being daring, with older men, even my step-father. My biggest asset is my body and knowing what men like. I’m not in my 20’s anymore, but I exercise a lot and eat healthy. I’ve been told I have aged well and they say being in your early 40’s, is now the new 30’s. He sat on the couch and put the tray on the coffee table. I could tell he was watching me. Pinching my nipples, fattened them up a little, gave them a sexy skin tone. I brought the coffee’s over, sat on the couch and I felt very comfortable with him. So comfortable, that I put my leg over the arm of the couch, showing off my bald pussy. I was trying to get a response out of him and hoped that he would take me over his knee and spanked me, for being so brazen. Something I wanted him to do since my youth. But that audacious act of mine, just seemed to intimidate him.
So I put my leg down and he started to kibitz about him and his wife, riding out the storm at a local Jewish center in Naples, they frequent. He told me how nice it was that he could count on us to let them stay with us till the repairs were done on their condo. I assured him, that they could stay as long as they needed to. I got up and went to the sliding door, with my back-side to him, holding my coffee. He came up next to me, put his arm around my waist and told me with a lecherous smile, I reminded him of how beautiful my real mother was. This was the only time he shared anything with me, about my real mother and I so needed to know more about her.
He then told me, that when I was stripping, he and gramps visited the strip club and watched me strip nude. He said they stood in the back. When on the dance floor, only the customers sitting around the stage are easy to remember what they looked like. It would have been exciting, to know that they were watching me.
His phone rang and he told me his friend would be picking him up and they were going out for lunch. He had filled up my mind with so many questions about my real mother. Now he was leaving with his friend. He told me, “we will chat again, when your mother (step-mother) is out”. Jenny.
2 years ago
