LOOKING FOR LADIES PERSPECTIVES (With PIC For You)

Okay, I have this coworker that I flirt with quite a bit, particularly over the office IM. So she asked me to write her a story of a sexual nature, but she has not really confessed any of her real kinks yet (other than that she thinks I would be shocked), which makes it a bit difficult to really home in on what she might like. She has confessed that she sometimes fantasizes about what could happen in our office meetings, so I touch on that a bit, but don't want to go too far down that road until I really know what drives her fantasies. (She has promised me an actual experience she loved and a dark fantasy to be revealed next time we can arrange lunch).

Anyway, I am getting along in this, and although the story is not complete, I'd like to get a couple of women's perspectives on how this is shaking out and what you think. As this is a story about an actual office environment, I have changed names and places just in case anyone I work with happens to be on this forum Again, it is not finished, but I hope to get some feedback anyway, it may help me make some changes. I have think skin, so if you have a red pen, go wild

MY DAUGHTER AND HER FRIEND – I

This is a story of a week that I took my daughter and her friend with me to one of my professional golf tournaments. The story takes some time for the sex scenes to develop. Please be patient, I believe it will be worth your wait.

My wife decided to take our youngest daughter with her to a seminar she was going to. That left me with our oldest daughter Amy. Amy was in her late teens and quite a looker. Not that I really looked at her that way, but, she had inherited her mothers best assets.

At five foot four, with an exceptionally well structured female body, she looked much older. Her red hair, freckled face and hot teen body was extremely exotic. She had perky 34-B cup breasts, I knew this, because I always took the girls shopping. Her ass was just right, nice and firm and really looked good in either her bikini, jeans or the skimpy boy shorts she wore around the house. If I wasn't her father, I definitely would have been having lurid thoughts about her.