A Little Trap (Pt1)

*[A father waits at home for his daughter to come back from her day at college. When she arrives it turns out that she has brought a new friend home with her…but that is far from the biggest surprise.]*

Sitting on the edge of the couch, the end closest to the doorway and reading a book on psychology, about trauma victims and recovery. It’s something that has always fascinated him, the human mind and how mind and body follow each other and vice versa.

It’s a warm summer afternoon and he’s enjoying the scent of the garden flowers as they gently waft in through the partially open window, unfortunately the aroma is mixed with burnt petroleum as the trucks and cars race by on the recently built highway..

On hearing the familiar click of the latch on the front door as it opens. Caitlyn, his daughter is back from her day at college. Then the expected rustling of the bag and jacket as she walks in.

“Hey Dad, I’m home. I’ve got a new friend with me, ummm her name’s Sarah.”

Her melodic tone drifts up the stairs as she heads to her room and continues speaking in a slightly quieter voice.

“Go on, Sarah, go in, say hello to my Dad.”

Eventually, a shy young woman walks in, head down but with her eyes up.

She’s dressed a little goth but not too much, somewhere between punk princess and emo.

Her pleated tartan skirt and fishnets are complimented with a sheer black lace top that reveals the black lace bra that covers her young, perky little breasts.

His cock stirs a little in his jeans, he has to clear his throat.

“Oh, ahem… Hi Sarah.”

Following Caitlyn’s prompt, she shyly walks in, her boots clomping on the painted wooden floor as she steps on the hard wood and quickly glances around at her surroundings.

Resting her gaze on the man sitting on the couch, reading some sort of book. He lifts his head, meeting her gaze, allowing her to get a better look. He’s an older gentleman, as expected for a friend’s father. Dressed sharply but casually in a button-down shirt and slacks. Realizing he’s a very handsome man, with striking, chiselled features and broad shoulders, rugged with a little grey visible in his stubble. Losing herself a little in his gaze and the details, her mind starting to wander momentarily before hearing his deep voice saying her name.

Blinking quickly, blushing and averting her eyes in embarrassment as she realizes she’d been staring at him and he had only just greeted her.

“O-oh! H-hello sir… Uhm, Th-thank you for having me here. I’m Caitlyn’s friend from college… it’s very nice to meet you..”

Slowly, purposefully, he takes her all in and watches her little frame wiggle towards him. Watching as her clothes hug and flow around her petite form. Again his cock stirs a little more as it fills with blood. It’s just slightly engorged and is easily hidden by shifting a little in his seat.

He catches the look in her eyes and instinctively recognises it. Then comes a blush and the fluttering of her eyes.

He doesn’t think for a moment that anything is really going to happen but he certainly is enjoying this young girl being nervous in his presence.

Shifting once more to adjust his position and hide the slight arousal, he simultaneously motions to the seat next to him on the couch.

He wants her close and slightly uncomfortable, but it’s just a little bit of fun.

“Yes, yes…Sarah isn’t it, what a pretty name for such a pretty girl.”

Unable to hide the smirk on his face as the cheesy line falls from his lips, the timbre of his voice rugged but laced with a cheeky sarcasm.

Noticing her hesitate. He taps the seat next to him with his hand.

“Come now, Sarah…” …a deliberate pause. “There’s no need to be shy.”.

She feels a slight shiver journey up her spine as his deep voice says her name once again, complimenting her.

Looking into his eyes and nodding slightly as she continues into the room, towards the couch where he has offered a seat. Looking over at him again, she can see and feel him looking her all over, his lips curled into a slight smirk.

As she approaches closer and closer, a ball of anxiety starts to form in her chest, yet somehow, underneath that, she also feels a tinge of eagerness and excitement. Through all the nervousness and her own arousal, she’s compelled to oblige.

Sitting down beside him and taking a moment to clear her mind. Telling herself mentally that her friend’s dad is just trying to be hospitable and make sure she’s comfortable here.

Running a hand over her skirt, straightening it out as her other hand brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it into place behind her ear as she turns, looking up into his face.

Pausing, trying to think of something to say, when she hears Caitlyn’s voice echoing down the stairs in her own busy song.

“Dad! Be nice. She’s not your type. Trust me…Sarah, is really not your type!”.

A rush of thoughts floods back into her brain as she blushes again, the pinkish-red a little deeper at the implications of Caitlyn’s words. Knowing it to be a complete lie as her own thoughts are filled with passion and lust, she replies.

“I-I’m alright! I’m sure your dad is just joking around! He’s very nice…I, I mean he’s being very nice.”.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x9ymld/a_little_trap_pt1

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