Zoe's Dress

Zoe has a key to the condo and let herself in. I walked in with an armload of delicious food. She walked into the entry to greet me, and the sight of her nearly caused me to forget about dinner. She stopped only a step away and made a twirl to show off her new dress.

She called my name, breaking my gaze, and asked again what I thought of her dress. I could only nod and whistle approval. She followed me into the kitchen, stood nearby as I set down the bags of food, and held out her open arms. I paused for just a moment to admire her dress again before offering my arms in return.

She held me extra tight and again apologized for not calling me during the week. I rubbed my hand on her back and inhaled the fresh scent of her soft hair, savored the feel of her body pressed against mine. It took a moment to want to end the hug. I held her hands in mine and extended my arms to get another look at her dress. She saw the approval and admiring look on my face and blushed deeply.

Zoe's dress was beautiful and showed off every aspect of her figure from top to bottom. She told me that she bought while shopping downtown with Lexi. It was a white eyelet sundress with halter neck. The hem was decent at mid-thigh showing off her long tan legs. The contrast of her tanned shoulders and chest was very attractive and striking. The neckline was scooped broad, rather that a deep V. It show much of her chest, and the rise of her breast, but only a little cleavage the way it was cut and laid against her. It was evident that she was not wearing a bra with the halter neck and deep neckline, but still reasonably modest. The eyelets were small and fabric was thick enough to prevent everything underneath from showing through. Her long honey blonde hair was down onto her shoulders in loose lazy curls. Absolutely beautiful.

Although I again complimented her on her appearance, she offered that she was unsure if it was too revealing and was a little embarrassed to wear it tonight. My only reply was to tell her that she was a beautiful woman and there is no shame in looking that good.

I had wine in the house and on occasion offered it to Zoe in acceptable portions. I knew that she drank with her friends and was responsible about it but even still had the parental protective nature to avoid having alcohol become a problem for her. She was here for the evening and it seemed like the perfect occasion to have a glass together.

I had planned on eating inside together, but Zoe offered that we should eat outside since it was such a nice evening. Zoe carried the wine glasses to the patio table. I followed behind carrying two plates and the food. She was beautiful. I found myself admiring her from behind watching the sway of her dress, not really checking her out but just innocent admiration. As with most women, her radar went off and she stopped to turn and look at me. Maybe she saw the angle of my gaze in the sliding glass door, or maybe coincidence. But either way she raised an eyebrow, gave me that serious look and asked me if I was checking out her butt.

I was taken off-guard, still looking at her backside; I raised my view to meet hers with that deer-in-the-headlight panic, unable to reply. She took my immediate lack of response as an admission of guilt. All I could do was offer a goofy smirk and raise my shoulders.

The corners of her mouth began to rise and her sneer became a broad smile. She told me that the dress had the desired affect, turn and continued confidently striding out to the patio.

Zoe set the wine glasses on the table and then seated herself. I was still standing and organizing the food on the table. The fabric of her neckline pulled away from her chest when she leaned forward to sit down, offering a full view of her breasts topped with perky pink nipples. I tried not to really look at her but there was no way of gracefully avoiding it given my position above her. Thank goodness she was looking down and did not see me ogling her. I snapped out of it and averted my gaze before she was fully seated. My next thought was back to the dream and a feeling of déjà vu.

It is one thing to admire your daughter but it is entirely a different story when caught looking down a woman's gaping neckline, especially looking at your daughters bare breasts. I quickly sat down and continued nervously fidgeting with the food. Zoe looked at me, smiled and told me how hungry she was. What a relief to know that she was oblivious of the event.

I offered a toast and then took out the chopsticks much to her delight. She thought maybe I forgot the silverware, but told me she was up for the adventure. I knew this was going to be a perfect evening. The food was a good as it smelled, maybe even better. After all, hunger is the best seasoning. Little did I know what other kind of hunger was stirring inside of me. The company of a beautiful young woman and lively conversation was the only thing better than the food. I was at ease and enjoying the moment.

We were both doing well with the chopsticks. Although I knew I would lose 10 pounds in a month if I ate only with chopsticks. Midway through the meal, Zoe picked up a piece of sweet and sour chicken that was dripping with glaze. It was the last piece and looked a little ragged. I saw her hold it over the plate for a moment to let the excess glaze drip off. When satisfied that it was okay she brought the chicken toward her open mouth. However, when just an inch from her mouth, the chicken broke apart and slid between the chopsticks, falling into her lap with a juicy splat.

Zoe froze. I froze waiting for her to react. She paused for another moment and then lifted the food from her lap, seeing the residual glaze in the fabric of her new dress. Instinctively she immediately dipped her napkin in the glass of cold water, dabbing at the stain but to no avail. I saw tears of frustration welling up in her eyes, but knew that there was nothing I could do to take back what had just happened.

Zoe snapped to her feet and said that she had to get the stain out. All I could do was offer the use of my washing machine which she accepted. She normally didn't keep clothing at my house and only brought a small backpack on times when she would spend the night. I had a silk robe that she could wear until her dress was laundered. She planned on spending the evening with me anyway, so time would not be an issue.

I laid out the robe and left her to change in my room while I cleared off the table. Between trips back and forth from the kitchen I heard the washing machine start. Zoe met me in the kitchen as I came in with the last load of food and dishes.

She was wearing the robe, tied at the waist. I knew that she was not wearing a bra but even still admired the way her youthful breasts held out the fabric. She made another wishful comment about the dress coming clean, and then accepted the outcome no matter what.

She was still interested in watching a movie with me and in good humor said that I had a captive audience since her dress was in the washer. We made our way to the living room, selected a movie and took a seat on the couch. The room was still warm from the heat of the day, but comfortably so. Zoe curled her feet under her, leaned into me and threaded her arm through mine as she often did. It felt good to have her close beside me. The silk robe, although covering her modestly, was thin. I could feel her body heat through the fabric and for some reason was suddenly aware of heat specifically from her breast radiating through the fabric, her soft breast resting against my arm. My mind began to drift from the movie.

I paused the movie, and then went into the kitchen to refill our glasses. Zoe used the break to check on her dress and move it to the dryer. When I returned I saw that Zoe was there but had changed position, now extending her legs forward. The robe looked shorter than earlier, the hem creeping up to her upper thigh. The tie must have loosened when she repositioned, allowing the robe to gape open ever so slightly, still covering her but now exposing a little more of her chest than before. There it was again, that gently rise of her breasts now visible from my vantage point. I put the glasses on the table within reach and took my position beside her again. Just like before she leaned into me threading her arm into mine again. I looked toward her to offer a smile but skin caught my attention. I saw that the robe had opened even more exposing cleavage and much of one breast. What to do now, I wondered. I thought that less said is better. She wasn't showing any more than the average bathing suit I reasoned. Our gaze met. She smiled and returned her view to the movie content with things the way they were. I was satisfied.

Zoe leaned forward to get her glass, and in doing so the fabric of her robe fell away completely exposing a breast. I instinctively turned toward the movement and saw everything for a moment. I looked back to the TV hoping she did not see my gaze. She closed it with her free hand and sat back as if nothing had happened, convinced that I did not see her exposure.

The movie was okay but lasted longer than most. Zoe began to fidget, seemingly trying to find a comfortable position. She pulled her arm free and scooted to the side. She lay down on the couch with her head in my lap. My free arm rested on her hip. I got a small pillow for her head, and assured that she was comfortable resumed the movie but quickly lost interest.

From the feel of her weight and the deeper breathing, it seemed that she was now comfortable again. She snuggled in more and curled her arms in front. I was comfortable too and enjoyed her closeness. Zoe, apparently losing interest in the movie, began to talk about this and that just making casual conversation.

She told more about her week and the shopping trip with Lexi last weekend. And, that Lexi talked more about me while they shopped. Perhaps a little more than Zoe wanted. She seemed to talk in generalities about their conversation, avoiding any details. She said it was fun, but then admitted that she was a little jealous of the attention Lexi showed toward me last week and the attention that I returned, even though it was appropriate. . Filling in the blanks, I got the bigger picture and sensed her apprehension of addressing the issue...

Zoe commented that she was surprised to feel jealous about me, as mom was the only woman I had been with and I had not dated since. Zoe began to wiggle her finger as a nervous fidget, brushing them against the skin of my thigh below the hem of my pants. After an awkward silence, Zoe said she didn't know if she could ever share me. There was another silence. I could tell that she was having a hard time with words and unsure of how and how much to share of her feelings. I didn't want to interrupt her moment. With my hand still on her hip, I moved it gently back and forth to reassure her. I felt her tension drain a little, knowing that she was comfortable talking to me about a new emotion and her reaction to it.

She asked me if I felt it was wrong for her to feel this way. I told her that every girl goes through this to some degree or another at times in their life. I reassured her that I loved her so much, and always would. That alone seemed to take the worry away. She sighed deeply and hugged her shoulder into my leg. I realized that she didn't need any big explanation from me, she only needed reassurance.

We were in the moment. The movie played on but we weren't watching it, simply looking in that direction. After another period of silence, she turned to look at me and asked if I was checking out her butt again. I was mindlessly looking forward into space and it took me a moment to comprehend what she said. Her laughter caught me off guard, and I realized that her mood was lifted. She was giving me a bad time again about my watching her walk out to the patio. My Zoe was back.

She suddenly twisted from her side position onto her back so that she could hug me. As she did so, her robe opened completely exposing all of her naked beauty. She was already in the middle of a hug with eyes closed and unaware that her robe was open. I knew I should tell her, but in the heat of moment, could not do so. As I tried to discretely hug her in return, skin was all that I could feel. My hand that was on her hip before was now between her thighs. My other hand was under her robe against the smooth bare skin of her back. There is something unmistakable about the feel of breasts against any part of my body. At this moment she was pressed firmly against my chest, her unrestrained hard nipples pressing through my shirt.

There are moments such as this when you just can't interfere at risk of ruining the moment. And then there is that moment when everything gets awkward, and something needs to be corrected. I was starting to get that awkward feeling that she might freak out when she realizes that I just got a free show.

I backed away just a little, still holding her embrace, and tried to delicately motion to her of the open robe. Expecting the worst, I held my breath as Zoe looked down at her nakedness. But to my surprise, she sighed deeply and resumed her embrace. Unsure of what to expect next, I just held her close minimizing my view of her nakedness in an effort to preserve my dignity in her sight.

After another moment, she backed away, held my face in her hands and then moved to straddle me. Her eyes were seductive and inviting me to look at her body proudly on display. She kissed me soft on the lips and then took my hands in hers, raising them to cup her breasts. I was wishing she would say something, but in my heart I knew where this was headed and what she wanted even without be told so.

Zoe began to unbutton my shirt, removing it and tossing it aside. She moved down, unbuttoning and pulling down my pants. This was incredibly sexy. I had no control over my now full blow erection. She leaned forward, hovering over my penis, so close that I could feel her warm breath. She slowly moved closer, kissing and then licking the tip and then surrounding it with her lips for just a moment.

I watched in wonder as she stood straddling me. She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me deeply on the lips, lowering herself onto my penis until I was completely inside her. Only then did she move her face a way from mine, arms still around my neck. She seemed delight that I was caressing her breasts, exploring, taking interest in her body.

She kissed me again and then began to rock her hips with an even tempo. I felt the rise and fall of her passion, rising again and again higher and higher until she moaned and pressed her body even tighter against mine. Wave after wave swept over her. Our bodies were now glistening with sweat. She resumed her rocking and nodded approval aware that I was about to come. As I came, she kissed my lips, my eyes my forehead. She pressed her breasts against my face, encouraging me to kiss and suckle at her nipple.

She fell against me with all of her weight, completely exhausted, and completely satisfied. We held our embrace and talked well into the night about everything good and bad that had happened in our lives. We were comfortable with our nakedness, unashamed of our passion for each other. Well after midnight we moved from the sofa to my bed. We cuddled, talked some more and kissed tenderly until overtaken by sleep.

I awoke first and realized that we were still in an embrace, her leg draped over mine. She awoke soon thereafter, kissed me on the lips and told me that she loved me. She made it clear that there were no regrets, but instead only joy and satisfaction of our closeness. I tenderly caressed her breasts, moved my hand down her side to hold her against me. Zoe pressed on my shoulder to have me lay on my back. She moved over to lay on top of me, kissing me again and again with an unbridled passion. I hardened with the offering of her body. We made love that morning and again that night, never dressing, but instead enjoying our nakedness.

After a little more searching in my closet she found an old pair of sweats, a college hoodie and some flip-flops. She went back to her mom's on Sunday morning

I talked with her on Monday to make sure she was okay. She re-assured me that there were no regrets, and that she was fine. Before ending our call, she told me that she looked forward to our next dinner visit. I do too.

Her dress? It is clean and hanging in my closet.