Intimate Relations

I am writing this because I know that my stepdaughter often peeks in on Literotica, to fulfill a fantasy, when she has a few spare moments to herself.

I met my second husband Jim, about a year after a non-contested divorce. Jim is in his late forties and I, in my late twenties. His first wife had died from cancer, and I guess we just hit it off, even though there is a gap in our ages. I am unable to conceive children and he told me that, already having a daughter and grandchildren was more than enough for him and he was content .He taught me to enjoy my life again, and his, and I fell madly in love with him. His daughter however was another matter. To say she disapproved was an understatement.

Being a nurse she had moved back to his house when her mother had been diagnosed with cancer, to nurse her through the inoperable ordeal. I have the greatest respect for her, she did an admirable job of nursing her mother and looking after her father, who, when her mother finally passed away, was, totally dependant on her. She and I being of an age I suppose made it hard for her to accept that I fill the place in her father's life that her mother had.

Lindsay was three years my junior in high school, who although popular was always in trouble. I knew her more by sight than an actual acquaintance; she left our school when I was in my final year. I forgot completely about her until I met Jim, and discovered that she was his daughter.

Jim told me that Lindsay was an only child. Her childhood had been hard on her parents; she had gotten into more scrapes than your average teenager. She had been expelled from the school we had both attended, when a teacher in caught her, with another girl, doing something young ladies aught not be doing, especially at school. She had been sent to a strict all girls school in Toronto, where her maternal uncle had overseen her.

Jim explained that Lindsay had rebelled and had in fact run away with another girl. In his then ignorance, Jim had distanced himself and his wife from her, it caused them all a lot of pain. Over the years Lindsay had many affairs with women and Jim was ashamed of his lesbian daughter, and they had lost touch with her.

One day she stood on doorstep with a baby on her hip. The baby boy had delighted and astounded Jim. To this day they are the closest of friends. Lindsay explained that her husband had abandoned them in New York and that she was destitute. She, and baby Alan had stayed with them until she had completed a degree in nursing. Lindsay began and continued (very discreetly) an affair, and finally moved in with a female college professor. First pretending to be housemates then finally coming "out". Jim and his wife had adjusted to their daughter's lifestyle choice, and doted on their grandson, grateful to have both in their lives. The liaison with the professor had ended soon after Jim's wife had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Lindsay and Alan had moved back home and she nursed her mom with love and tenderness till she finally passed away.

I met Jim about a year after his wife's death. At about the same time, Lindsay met, and was dating our local mechanic, a man two years older than Lindsay who Jim approved of as a stepfather for his only grandson; evidently they had met at a church picnic. As I said, Jim and I had hit it off right from the beginning, however, my relationship with Lindsay remained rocky to say the least, and both Jim and I were glad when Lindsay's mechanic found a business of his own, four hundred kilometers to the north of us, and she moved with him.

Except for the occasional visit, I saw little of her, until Jim had a heart attack. She made the four hundred kilometers to our house in less than three hours. She insisted that she care for him once he had been discharged from hospital. For once I agreed, after all she was a trained nurse.

For Jim's sake, both she and I maintained a state of armed neutrality. Jim, I think was oblivious of the tension between his daughter and myself, for which both she and I were grateful. Luckily his youthfulness and fitness counted in his favor and he was soon up and about, weak but progressing back to health steadily. After about three weeks Jim needed to spend two days back at the cardiac unit for tests, Lindsay and I drove him to the hospital. The drive home was totally silent.

We entered the house, Lindsay headed for the shower and I for the liquor cabinet. I opened a bottle of South African red wine, often enjoyed by Jim and myself; I lit the fire, and sat on the sofa, and enjoyed an occasional sip of wine. Lindsay joined me on the sofa. Her hair was wet and she had put on an old gray sweat suite. She made an attractive picture.

She's about five foot six, shoulder length natural gold-blonde hair with big expression-filled brown eyes. Her chest is at least a 36C, a little wider at the hips than I am, her tummy still flat, although she's given birth, and long shapely legs. I offered her a glass and the wine, which she filled and we sat, for the first time, at ease in each other's company, with no tension. We chatted, the level of wine dropped steadily, till another bottle was opened, mostly about her dad. We warmed up some left over pasta and sat comfortably on the sofa watching the fire and chatted. I mentioned that her dad often massaged my feet when we sat on the sofa and sipped some wine.

She turned to sit sideways on the sofa opposite me. "I'll do it for you". She said, moving to sit cross-legged on her ankles her she put my foot on her knee and gently began massaging the ball of my foot and then, the instep and between my toes. Her hands were soft, supple and strong, I don't know if it was the wine or the fact that she was doing what Jim often did, but I moved my other foot into her lap and pressed it into the warmth between her thighs. I pulled it back a little when I realized what I had done. Without saying a word Lindsay scooted forward slightly so that it again touched her. I felt the sudden increase of warmth and realized that she had nothing on under the gray sweatpants. She looked at me as her talented hands worked my feet, I pressed my other foot harder against her and the pressure was returned. Lindsay's hand worked up my calf. Without saying a word, I spread and lifted my knees, her supple hands moved higher and higher until she had to scoot closer.

My toes pressed into her as she spread her thighs to meet the pressure of my foot. I sensed her hands under my skirt and I arched my back as her fingers moved over the front of my now sodden panties. The sudden ringing of the 'phone, jarred us both.

It was Jim; I hit the speakerphone so we could all talk at once. He said that he felt fine and looked forward to coming home, the tests weren't strenuous. He hoped that we were getting along. We both giggled and chorused that we were getting along famously.

After Jim had put down Lindsay and I looked at each other, "are you sure about this, Beth?" she asked. I nodded silently; my hands trembled as I sat on the sofa. Lindsay rose to her feet and pulled down and removed her sweatpants. I looked at her; silently I unbuttoned and removed my blouse, and unsnapped my bra. Lindsay pulled her top over her head and shaking her hair stood jay-naked, she was shaven between her legs and it made her pussy far more prominent. I stood and pulled down my skirt and panties at the same time; rumpling them into a ball I stood naked as she, watching her eyes, as they roamed over my body.

Lindsay moved until she stood inches away from me. Her deft hands slid over my trembling shoulders, she craned forward slightly and her lips were on mine, the warmth and softness of her lips were the most sensuous feeling I have ever experienced. We kissed for what seemed hours, her hands moved with knowledge over my shoulders and breasts, deft fingers tracing and teasing my nipples, incredibly my shaking knees did not collapse under me as my stepdaughter teased and scraped her teeth over my stiff and aching nipples. Her head sank lower as she dragged her tongue over my belly then lower meeting and parting the course curly pubic hair until her talented tongue reached my pussy. The wet warmth of her tongue on my pussy lips sent shivers up my spine and I toppled backwards onto the sofa. Lindsay's head followed me down. As I sprawled on the sofa my legs spread wide instinctively. Lindsay crouched between my widespread knees, her wet warm mouth attached to my pulsing pussy, and her nose found my needy clitoris, she pressed her nose against my clit and gently began to shake her head. Her tongue entered me like a miniature penis, her lips sucking noisily as I gushed my juice for her. Spasms of pure pleasure began to make me pant and my thighs jerked in a frantic rhythm. My orgasm began with an electrical tickle in my belly that exploded deep within me, arching my back and leaving me totally breathless. I collapsed inward, Lindsay continued to plant soft wet kisses on my pulsing pussy till I began to breathe again.

She looked up from between my thighs as my heart began to beat normally. Her smile so warm and genuine, "Your first time with another woman, Beth?" she asked. I nodded. I reached down took her beautiful face in my hands and dragged her up to me. I kissed her passionately and forcefully; I pulled her on top of me, my hand crabbing down until it covered her mons, I squeezed possessively. Her juice flowed onto my palm I could sense her urgency, as I kissed her mouth my finger entered her pussy. First one followed by two more, she squirmed as we kissed, and her body rigidly began to spasm as the first darts of her orgasm overtook her. Her orgasm was as intense as mine but she was far more vocal telling me how much she loved what I did for her.

We continued late into the night, exploring each other without shame or inhibition. We fell asleep in each other's arms in front of the fire.

(To be continued…. Maybe)