The Professor’s Daughter-Part 1

THE PROFESSOR’S DAUGHTER-Part I

I saw the email from my old engineering professor asking me to give him a call. I looked to calculate the time difference with the east and decided to call him the next day as it would be too late in Princeton now. I hadn’t seen Dan for a couple of years now. He was my favorite professor. He was a really cool blond “quarter back” looking guy who had stayed single till late in life and had numerous scandalous affairs with grad students and students till he was forty. Then he was on a professor exchange program with Seoul National University when he hooked up with Min He, a twenty-year old engineering student and married her. Min, whom we all called Jenny, was the same age as me and was a stunning beauty at 5’7” with a petite and athletic toned body to die for, rounded tight ass, firm 34C breasts and a sculpted waist and hard stomach. Not hard to see why Dan fell for her. Dan and Jenny had one daughter right away, Stephanie and a second daughter, Kellie, two-years later.

I wondered what Dan could want as I hadn’t seen them for a while, but I always did drop by when I was around Princeton. Since my wife Ann had suddenly passed away about 18 months ago things had been hectic and I had been out of touch with almost everyone. The last time I had visited Dan and Jenny I had noticed that Jenny was still incredibly hot for her age (Dan was a lucky guy) and that Stephanie at almost 15 was becoming an even hotter mixed-race version of her mom with highlights in her hair and small rounded breasts while Kellie 12, soon to turn 13, was button cute with tiny buds for breasts.

I called in the morning and caught Dan at his university office. After catching up and Dan asking, “how I was doing?” the conversation moved on and Dan explained to me that his daughter Stephanie was going to be in Palo Alto working as an engineering intern for the summer before entering Stanford. His wife, Jenny, was very worried that she have a safe place to stay and he was wondering if I could give him advice on a good area or building for Stephanie to rent a place in close to the Sand Hill Road area. I was caught somewhat off-guard and told Dan that Palo Alto was very safe and he didn’t need to worry. Dan, however, persisted and without thinking I suggested that Stephanie could stay in my guesthouse by the pool until she found a better arrangement. Dan was very appreciative and put his wife Jenny on the line. Jenny also quizzed me on “how I was doing since Ann passed away” since women think that we cannot survive without our wives and she kept thanking me for taking care of their “little Stephanie.” I knew from experience that Jenny was a very over protective and hard driving mother who made her daughters study hard, take piano, do ballet and gymnastics, learn to speak Korean and basically was a slave driver to the poor girls. I assured her that “it would be no trouble” and then we arranged the specifics of the trip.

We made arrangements for me to pick-up Stephanie from the San Jose airport the following week on Sunday as she would be starting her internship on Monday. After that I didn’t think about it too much, but I did clean up the guesthouse and put new bedding and a new quilt and made sure the air conditioner was working. The guesthouse had a nice suite with its own kitchen area and bathroom and shower. The living room area had a large panoramic window overlooking my pool and the Los Gatos hills. I bought some pink and white towels and a pink bathrobe and some “girly” things so she would feel the guesthouse had a feminine touch.

I went to the airport ahead of time and waited in the arrivals area. When Stephanie finally walked out pulling her bag she was not what I had expected. While at 15 she had been cute, now at 17, soon to turn 18, she had become a Young woman and looked far more mature than her age. Stephanie was wearing a slim black pair of Rock & Republic denim pants that were molded to her now wider and more feminine hips and rounded butt. She had on a crisp white blouse that made you tantalizingly aware of how much fuller her breasts had become, but only hinted at their firmness and roundness teasing you to desire more. She was wearing a sophisticated strand of pearls around her neck and matching pearl earrings with her hair pulled back by a large clip. Her make-up was modest and sophisticated, but just perfect to set off her large sparkling eyes and her soft smiling lips. Seeing me in the crowd Stephanie’s face lit up and she rushed forward and gave me a hug.

“Thanks for coming and picking me up Uncle Rob! It’s so great of you to let me stay at your place.”

I’m sure Stephanie was unaware of her dazzling sexual effect on men, but when she hugged me her firm breasts pressed against my chest and my nose was immersed in her long, dark, wavy hair with her perfume intoxicating me. I stepped back and held her at arms length to get a good look. She looked about 5’6” like her mom and she had a stunning tall, slim, petite but athletic figure. Stephanie’s hair was long and dark with blondish highlights and she had large hazel eyes with long eyelashes. Everything about her was feminine, tasteful and sexy.

“Wow, how long has it been? Only two year? But you’re all grown up and you’ve become a young lady!”

She looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and did a ballerina pirouette and said, “You really think so? My mom still thinks I’m a little girl. She practically wants to walk me across the street. She doesn’t even let me buy my own clothes. Uncle Rob I’m being smothered!! Look at these shoes? Flats!! Can you believe I’m almost 18 and I don’t have a pair of heels.”

I assured Stephanie that she was now officially a resident of the State of California and that as far as I was aware there was no law against wearing heels. Stephanie giggled and grabbed my arm and linked it to hers as we headed to the parking lot.

We got along surprisingly well and I assured her that she was a young adult now and that she should enjoy her new independence since I knew she was mature young lady “with a good head on her shoulders……and…. (I paused) a very pretty one at that!” I don’t know why I added that last part, but she sure beamed in response and rewarded me with a sparkling smile and giggle. Stephanie was so excited and bubbly and her enthusiasm was certainly infectious as I joined in her happiness and caught myself grinning for no real reason whatsoever other than the fact that I was sitting beside this spectacularly beautiful and sexy young lady.