“Can we stop by the cigarette store daddy?”
Lance’s young stepdaughter Trina, could not have known what those words coming out of her soft eighteen year old mouth did to him. This is the first he’s hearing of her being a smoker. He thought he smelled the sweet mix of a previous cigarette and sweet body spray when she entered his truck. The odor, reaching his nostrils, touched him in a place that aroused him. Now, he knew for sure. She was being naughty. At this thought, his cock stretched, and rolled in his jeans.
A freshman at Briton State college, Trina must be trying new things; and this new thing, was, well – his thing.
“Sure.” he answered
She looked at him and smiled big.
Trina, sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, was a cutie. Five foot two, one hundred and five pounds. Trina wore braided blonde pigtails, pushed down by a pink beanie hat. Eyes so blue, they were almost clear. Button nose and full, kind lips, covering perfect teeth. She was wearing a short white hoodie sweatshirt, made with holes at the end of the sleeves – where Trina had inserted her thumbs. Tight bleached jeans hugged her thin legs down to the ankles. Powder-blue low-top Keds and short white socks, with what looked to be little cotton balls hanging off them, finished out her look. Everything about Trina was damn-near perfect.