Indian Watched By A Voyeur Bathing Outside

He turned from her door still shaken from the sudden exposure to Willow in the buff and went to calm the inner turmoil with a cup of coffee. He was divorced. His ex-wife had left them both, husband and daughter to live with a fucking lowlife Accountant, the same fucking lowlife that used to handle their taxes. Well now he was handling his ex and not the taxes. Willow’s mother decided the girl didn’t fit in her new lifestyle so she not too subtly discarded her also. For the last three years father and daughter were a team paired to each other by kinship, circumstance and the failed family life. In that time Willow suffered through the twin agonies of high school and puberty. Her dad did his best to keep the passage through the years smooth but she suffered some rough rides along the way. In the last few months as her physical maturity peaked and the hormonal insanity of puberty weakened its hold on Willow she began to feel more womanly. The burgeoning woman began to yearn for intimacy: male intimacy. Willow was getting horny more often, more intensely as her childhood slipped rapidly into the past. She knew what she was feeling but she wasn’t yet ready to venture into a relationship with a young man. She’d been paying attention to the antics of the teen boys in her social group and didn’t want to subject herself to the heedless capers of any of them. She felt ready for sex but she wanted it on her terms not some hormone flooded teen’s. In two years she had dated five boys but the intimate moments were limited to making out and an occasional fondle of each other but she remained chaste to them, her only erotic companions were her fingers and a fist sized torpedo shaped vibrator she stole from her mother on one of the rare occasions she went to visit her. But recently something new began to bubble her blood, tickle her mind. Willow wanted to experience real sex, but only at the hands of a mature, skilled man. Her father. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her, why she felt what she did, thought of her father that way but if one could delve into her sub-conscience they would find that the closeness they shared along with the intimacy of a coming of age female living with a handsome virile male was a strong factor. Over the past few months Willow watched him with increased sensual awareness, she had begun to Solo find ways and reasons to see her father intimately. Her curiosity caused her to sneak the bathroom door open to watch him behind the water spotted glass while he showered. Twice she ‘accidentally’ barged into the bathroom while her father was toweling off, catching quick glimpses of his nudity before he shouted at her. They spent time together in the Gym, he keeping fit, she toning her youthful body. At the end of an hour of exercise her stomach would ripple from the inside out while she watched the sheen of sweat on her father’s chest and back. On more than one occasion she felt compelled to go to him, to kiss and lick away the rivulets of sweat, only sheer determination kept her from him. She felt tremors of sexual hunger when she saw women sneaking looks at him as he exercised. She went to his bedroom while he slept to admire the breadth and thickness shower of his muscular chest. His stomach was flat to a narrow waist and he had toned, well defined, muscular legs. Since indian he slept nude she was often treated to the full exposure of his body. On those occasions her leg muscles would shiver, her chest grew warm while she inspected how his lengthy cock lay over his balls. More than once she almost succumbed to the desire to lie next to him. But the most intense feelings happened when she would sit outside his bedroom door when his girlfriend Molly spent the night, she could project herself into Molly’s body and feel what her father was doing. She wouldn’t go to him, she didn’t want to be obvious, she didn’t want him to think she was a wanton young tramp. She wanted him but he would have to take the final initiative. She was hoping the closeness and companionship the two shared in the home might encourage her father to broaden his sensitivity toward her, babe his awareness of her; that he might develop yearnings that would become action. She determined to keep from chasing or physically seducing her father but there were some things she could do to earn his interest. She had a few times walked though his line of sight wearing just short silken slips or lingerie’ but lying nude on the bed was her boldest foray into a world of provocation and passive seduction without revealing her intent. Willow got off the bed to prepare for school her lips curved upward as a small smile, she was pleased at what she had done, voyeur what her father had seen. Her father’s girlfriend was an accomplished professional, a gynecologist, a woman’s doctor but also Molly was pretty, sweet and in her mid-thirties, still hot. She agreed that voyeur that would be fine. They were so wide. Donna sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing her pussy frantically, fingering her cunt with two fingers on one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. “I suggest not antagonizing the dog sir. “If I had known it was going to be this crazy at the Hilton I would have suggested meeting someplace else,” Haley shouts above the chatter. A truce was absolutely necessary, babe and shower this time it had to be a truce that could be enforced. “Thank you, my friend,” Eyota said, patting Solo the unicorn on the neck. Nurse Jennifer tried to console me, “Mr. Saunders, I see that you’re feeling frustrated. It felt so naughty on my tongue. “Just tell me, has it happened before?! “Naked Lap! She could also feel Mike’s hard cock pressing up against her moist twat . . . 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