Warming her up – Ch 1

This is my first story to post. I’ve written erotica before, but not of this nature. This is a fictional story but one that a lot of guys have probably thought about.



You could tell how cold it was outside when she came in. She dropped her jacket on the couch and started pulling her sweatshirt over her head as she walked toward the fireplace. She didn’t appear to really care that her shirt was also coming up as she peeled off her sweater, showing her smooth stomach and moving up to her bra. She must have been too cold to notice. She kept pulling up on her sweater. Her lacy bra came into view and then her cleavage. For being 14, she had nice cleavage already, being proud that she had bigger tits than her older sister. They were a small B cup at least, but looked bigger on her slim body. She often walked around the house in a bra and shorts or just a t-shirt with no bra or pants. It’s hard to act nonchalant about it, but it drove me crazy sometimes seeing her young, lithe body parade around like she didn’t care who saw. After her father left, she must have felt more freedom with a new man in the house. That would be me. I’m in my 30’s and have been living with her mom for the past year or so. That must have been why she pulled both her sweater and shirt off in front of me. I wasn’t a stranger anymore. Once the sweater was off, she turned around to see what I was doing, giving me a full view, almost showing off. Her small nipples were obvious in the thin lace of her bra, making two small bumps.

“Uh, dear, you need to put your shirt back on” I suggested to her.

“Huh?” she replied, looking down at her bare chest. “Oh wow, I didn’t even notice.”

She bent over to pickup her sweater and I got a good view of her young breasts as her bra loosened. I could almost see a hint of nipple. She stood up and put her t-shirt back on and walked over to where I was standing my the kitchen.

“Are you warm?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a hug. “Oh yes, you’re warm, you feel good” she said.

I could feel her firm breasts and hard nipples thru her t-shirt. Her slim body pressed into me as I wrapped my arms around her to give her a hug. Normally, she give a quick hug then walked off. This time, she held on.

“Mmmm. Can I keep hugging you until I warm up a bit?” she asked.

“Sure” I agreed. I was happy to warm her up, moving my hands slowly up and down her back, rubbing her lightly.

After a few minutes, I asked her if she was still cold.

“I’m feeling better, but still kind of cold. Can we move the couch and get under the blanket to warm up?” she asked.

“Uh, sure, I guess so” I hesitated. Was this a good idea? Watching her parade around half-naked was one thing, but snuggling under a blanket was approaching a boundary that I didn’t want to cross.

Dropping to the couch, I grabbed the blanket and waited for her to sit down. She did, right onto my lap, sitting sideways with her shoulder to my chin. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around us, pulling her legs in tight and wiggling her butt on my lap to get comfortable.

I was frozen in place, realizing that this might not be a good idea. Hugging my soon-to-be step-daughter was one thing. Sitting on the couch under a blanket was too intimate, especially if anyone else was home to see. Her sister was at basketball practice and her mom was taking night classes for law school. That left us home alone like most week nights.

“Thank you for warming me up” she said gratefully. “Now I understand what Mom means when she says you’re great to warm up with and cuddle with”.

“You’re welcome, I’m glad I could help” I tried to reply cooly.

We stared at the fire for a bit. I was trying to focus on something other than this girl in my lap. Baseball, Rosie O’Donnell, anything to take my mind away from what my dick was thinking.

Suddenly, she leaped up from my lap and headed toward her bedroom.

“My pants are wet from outside, I’m going to change real quick. Don’t move!” she insisted as she rounded the corner.

I sat there, a little surprised yet relieved that she had gotten up. But that was soon to change. She came back wearing think sleeping pants and a tank top that was a little too revealing to be worn without arousing every man in site.