The Professor’s Daughter-Part II

THE PROFESSOR’S DAUGHTER–Part II

Stephanie is a 17-year-old Asian-Caucasian mix knockout with the cutest face and the hottest body you have ever seen. One rule in life is, if you want to avoid temptation the do not invite a temptress to stay in your guesthouse.

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After our kiss at the end of the party I tried to keep my space over the next few days to let my raging hormones, if not hers, calm down. Stephanie’s smile with her gleaming white teeth, her honey colored Asian-mix skin and her lustrous long hair, her pert and perky breasts, her slim tapered waist and that rounded and feminine ass had all become the focus of my dreams and my masturbation sessions every night. Her body is flawless. Stephanie’s breasts are perhaps on the small side, but are very high, firm and pert and were perfect for her slim and petite Asian frame and larger breasts would look unnatural. Stephanie’s long, lustrous, dark hair with hints of highlights, her long, slim athletic legs. It all added up to a body that was the very definition of sexual “temptation”.

Two days went by and while I tried to restrain myself Stephanie seemed to be raising the sexual tension even further. She came home from work early and would lie by the pool, first in a red bikini and the next day in a black one. I would sit in my study trying to concentrate and work on my engineering consulting work while looking out the window. Concentrating was difficult with my cock in a perpetual rock hard state. Her clothes seemed to get tighter and more revealing around the house in the evening and she would wear tight tank tops instead of the loose tops she previously wore.

Finally on Thursday I had to discuss with her the plans she had for her 18th birthday that was coming up on next Monday. Stephanie said she had no plans and would just like to do something with me since she had few friends in the area. We chatted and decided we would have dinner and perhaps see a movie on Saturday night since Monday (her real birthday) was a workday. I made reservations at a nice restaurant in Palo Alto close by and she was excited to buy another outfit for an evening out as her parents had given her some money for her birthday.

When Stephanie walked out by the pool deck on Saturday evening she was beautiful. She had on a black pleated mini-skirt with a silver chain belt. The miniskirt had a sheer black petticoat ruffle underneath with just a hint showing beyond the hemline of the skirt. Her legs seemed endless in shimmering black stockings with tiny diamond patterns and shockingly garters showing just slightly beneath the pleats of the skirt. She had on the same black heels giving her body even more length. Her top was a body hugging sheer see-through black lace material with a bustier black lace strapless push-up top. The scoop neckline revealed the tops of her firm breasts almost to the nipple line while black velvet cups pushed upwards to support her pert breasts. Her top was very sheer and see-through in the back, almost translucent. I hoped she didn’t notice my jaw drop as I gazed at her flawless beauty.

The dinner went well and we chatted easily about her summer job, her plans and we talked about her up-coming year at university. I would often find myself staring at her knockout body and when she got up to go to the bathroom I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying hips and ass. Needless to say for most of the evening I had a raging hard on. Since it was her birthday dinner I had ordered two glasses of champagne and also had a bottle at home with a small chocolate cake and her present. Several times during the dinner Stephanie would giggle at my jokes and reach across the table to take my hand in hers and I never tried to stop her or pull my hand away. The touch of her hand would send little tingles down my arm.

At the end of dinner I said it was time to go to the theater to see Knight & Day, but Stephanie asked if we could just watch a movie at home as the champagne had made her a little light-headed and tired so we headed back to the house. At the house we cut the cake and poured another glass of champagne. I let her rummage through the DVD’s while I opened the sliding glass doors on the deck to let the evening breeze in and turned on the gas fireplace.

She picked out the movie and then I had almost forgotten and got out her present. She stood in front of me and said I didn’t need to give her a present, but I insisted. I handed her the small box wrapped in red paper and a thin gold ribbon with a bow. She opened the small box and squealed with delight,

“Oh my god, my first diamond stud earrings. Are they real? Oh my god, are they real?”

I assured her they were a little small (just right for a young lady), but they were certainly real diamonds. She reached up and grabbed my neck,

“Oh Rob, you’re so incredible. You’re the best.” And before I knew what was happening she had her lips against mine and we were kissing. It seemed to go on and on and I really made no effort to stop it. When her tongue probed a little, I gently received it and let my tongue flick gently against hers and I, in return, probed her lips tenderly. After what seemed like an eternity she pulled away and we slipped into a hug. She looked up at me in a coy and shy sort of way,

“I hope you like the movie I picked.” She said. “It’s all about seduction.” And then she giggled.

Stephanie had picked “Cruel Intentions” and we moved ourselves over to the sofa and put the movie on. Notwithstanding all the teasing over the past weeks and the two kisses, I still doubted my chances with Stephanie. She was a flawless 17-year-old, about to turn 18 and by all rights I should be fucking her mother, not her. My urges had definitely been building up with all of her teasing and tempting, but I thought she was just being a tease and matters really wouldn’t develop beyond flirting.

As the movie progressed Stephanie moved closer and closer to me on the sofa until she was curled up against my side with her legs tucked up on the sofa. She shivered a bit from the breeze and snuggled up closer and I eased my arm around her to keep her warm. My arm went along her arm, down along her waist and my hand rested against the exposed skin of her right thigh as her pleated mini-skirt had been pulled up and her black stockings ended high on her thigh. My hand rested there, frozen and unmoving, touching her stocking and garter belt. The touch of her bare skin, its heat and just being that close to her panties sent my cock into a full rock hard erection.

Stephanie in a seemingly innocent manner placed her right hand lightly on my inner thigh, only inches from my throbbing hard on. I shifted my hips a little to try to hide my swollen state, but I’m sure she must have noticed. Stephanie kept her eyes forward watching the movie and acted as if she didn’t notice anything, but her hand on my thigh started to move gently back and forth in short strokes. My heart rate was rising as she rested her beautiful head of hair right against my chest and sighed contentedly. In the movie the seduction of Cecile progressed and raised our sexual tension while on the sofa Stephanie’s touching of my leg seemed to grow bolder and bolder as it moved closer and closer to my pulsing organ.

For my part, my hand, as if acting on its own, started to gently stroke Stephanie’s thigh and stroke along the raised hemline of her skirt and touch the garters. I slowly let my hand move farther down her thigh and around her backside to where her leg became her ass. I moved up just centimeters at a time wanting to stroke her firm butt cheek, but hesitating, wanting desperately to touch it, but fearing she would push my hand away and end this incredible moment.

Finally Stephanie’s hand moved high enough on my thigh that it confronted a large, hard bulge and could not move any higher without touching my cock. I felt her hand freeze and her body become a bit rigid. My hand also moved further onto the initial curve of her ass just under the hem of the pleated mini-skirt and the chiffon slip. My heart was pounding and waiting for her reaction. I thought Stephanie would slap me, or push my hand away and back off, but neither of these happened.