I should really be more careful, I don’t know what possess me to dress the way I do around my step dad Jimmy. It’s like I want him to look at my body…okay maybe I do, is that so wrong? Maybe that’s why I sat so close to him on the couch last night when my mom was working late. I wore my old black yoga pants, with nothing underneath, they’re too sheer now to go to yoga class in, but they’re fine for sleeping in, or teasing my step daddy with. I always wear little white tank tops when I know he’s going to be around, because I am totally proud of my body, it looks way better than it used to. My belly is flat, but my chest certainly isn’t, and horseback riding has made me have very fit looking legs.
There’s something about being 17 that makes me feel way more mature than “sweet” sixteen. I like to think that he notices how much I’ve grown too. Last night he seemed to. While he watched the game, I did stretches on the floor in front of the TV and he didn’t try to make me move. I arched and stretched my back and almost was able to do the splits too. Finally, I was a little too sweaty, so I plopped down on the couch beside him to cool off. He must have already been a bit chilly because he had the quilt on his lap. After a little bit I slips my legs onto his lap, under the blankets, he rested his hand on my legs and with the other, he took a long slug of his beer, then offered it to me, even though I’m underage. He winked at me “your mom doesn’t have to know”. I opened my mouth and let him pour a good sip down my throat, bitter tasting, but it also tasted grown up, like cigarettes and money. It spilled a little on my shirt and I laughed when he his eyes started for too long at my breasts and then looked away so fast, like I’d slap him or something!
We both relaxed and watched more TV, Jimmy finished his beer and grew bolder. His hand rubbed my legs under the quilt while he watched the rest of the game, I felt my heart pounding in my chest every time his hands went up a little higher, then it would slow down again as his fingers traveled back towards my toes. My yoga pants were starting to feel a little damp and my breath was speeding up. Of course, just before anything interesting happened, my mom came home. I got up and went to bed before she could see me with “Her Man” on the couch. Sometimes she just irritates me, the way she’s so possessive of Jimmy but she’s never really at home to hang out with him.
I can’t wait for next weekend, mom’s going away for two whole days! That means me and my step daddy are going to have a lot of quality time together. He said he’d take me out to play mini putt and I’m going to wear my smallest shorts, without any panties to play with him, just to see if he notices. Maybe he won’t, but if he does, I’m going to be sure to bend over extra low when I pick up those golf balls. It’s fun playing games sometimes…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6af6qu/playing_games_with_the_stepdad_part_1_m_f_inc