1. The Unforgettable Jemima


    Date: 10/7/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: footprint, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    daughter's friend, don't! Paul tried to concentrate on the TV. He laughed at the jokes and felt happy inside as tears streamed down his face at a particularly funny anecdote about cats. Toby seemed unmoved. In a moment of boredom, however, he found his gaze returning to her. The lush expanse of her long, smooth legs; the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up her legs, revealing the insides of her beautiful thighs and the tantalising prospect of her pussy. Her light blouse had the top two buttons undone, possibly intentionally. When he angled his head, he could see down her front to the small lumps of her breasts and the frilly material of her bra. There was a definite swelling in Paul's jeans now, he realised. He didn't know what to do. If he tried to hide it somehow he might just draw attention to it. Shit! Jemima glanced from the TV and saw. But she said nothing, merely snuggled a little closer, resting her head on his shoulder, and made a contented mmmmmmm sound. Sara laughed out at a joke, oblivious to what was happening on the sofa. Try as he might, he couldn't get his erection to disappear. He could feel the warmth of her resting against him, the faint aroma of her perfume, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed; he wanted her, he wanted her so bad. *** Before he knew it, they were all laughing at the comedian's jokes again and his mind had strayed from thoughts of Jemima. He felt a little more relaxed. The show drew to a close and the credits began to roll up ...
    the screen. “Do you girls have plans for the weekend?” Paul asked. “We're going shopping tomorrow. Sunday, we don't know. Jem doesn't have to be home until Sunday evening, do you Jem?” Jemima shook her head. “No. I'll be around all weekend.” *** As it turned out, Paul barely saw the girls that Saturday. Apart from a brief encounter at breakfast, the girls were out of the house. He decided to pay a trip to the gym for a few hours, not that he wanted to impress his daughter's school friend or anything like that, he told himself. Weight training, treadmill, rowing machine, and more weights followed by an invigorating cold shower. He forgot all about Jemima, until he returned home. The house was unlocked when he tried the front door; he heard the sounds of girls chatting and wandered through the house to the back door, which opened out onto the garden. The girls were laid out on sun loungers. Sara wore a modest bikini compared to the small attire barely covering her friend. “Dad,” Sara waved enthusiastically. He gave them a weak wave in return, trying not to stare but failing. Jemima wore a large, brown pair of sunglasses. She raised them up and rested them in her hair. “Come and join us,” she suggested. “No, no,” blurted Paul. “I have things to do.” He quickly retreated before his dirty thoughts could get the better of him again. He went to his bedroom and changed into a casual tee shirt and trousers. His room overlooked the back garden. The sounds of the girls voices drifted up. ...
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