Too Perfect to Pass Up [Chapter One]

Julia and I started dating about six months after my second marriage went down the tubes. She was pretty, funny, smart, and independent, and I really just enjoyed her company. The sex was good, and her body was in decent shape. She was a year younger than me, at 36, and carried her age very well. I had always gone for youngish girls in their early twenties, or so, but I had learned that was part of my problem. Julie was the whole package. She had a 16 year old daughter named Sophie, who lived in Texas with her father, and Julie only got to see her a few times a year, as she was a flight attendant, and kept a crazy schedule.

After things got serious between us, Julie and I talked about it, and decided to move in together. Things were going great, and then a few months later, Julia’s ex husband called complaining about Sophie. She was beginning to get rebellious, and out of control. After a long talk, we all decided it was best if Sophie came to stay with us. Since I ran my own business from home, I would be willing and able to keep an eye on Sophie while Julia was on flights, and Julia could spend time bonding with her daughter and give her some womanly guidance when she was home.

I’ll never forget what the site of her did to me. Standing right there in the airport I had to mentally fight a raging hard on. She was 5’2”, maybe 105 lbs, perfect figure. Her skin was golden, and looked smooth, and delicious. She had light blonde hair, and an amazing rack. She was wearing a vee neck tee shirt under her half zipped hooded sweater, and I could just tell they were large for her relative size.. and amazing.

Sophie and Julia chit chatted all the way home, and continued in the kitchen, as Julia made Sophie her favorite dish to welcome her home. I took this as an opportunity to relieve myself so I wouldn’t be making a napkin tent under the table during dinner. I tried to distract myself from unclean thoughts of my girlfriend’s daughter by watching a little internet porn, and it did help, for what it was worth.

When they called me to dinner, I came downstairs, hopeful that my freshly relieved balls would make me more resistant to dirty thoughts about Sophie, but not so much. She had apparently changed into something more comfortable, and was wearing a thin gray tank top, and ditched her bra. Her nipples were proudly protruding from underneath it, and my cock began to swell. They were big for her size, maybe a C cup, and round, perky, beautiful. She had changed out of her sloppy jeans, and was now wearing cotton track shorts, so short that they barely covered her gorgeous teenage ass. This was the first time I noticed it, and it was perfect. I had to fight off visions of me ripping them off, bending her over the dinner table, and pounding her pussy.

After dinner, I left Julia and Sophie to have some more time alone together, as Julia had to leave at 3 am for work, and would be gone for 3 days.