I notice a little drop of sweat running along his right temple. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
“That is not how the world functions, young girl," he lectures me, trying to keep his cool. “It’s the signals you send. There is not much you can do about the receiver’s reaction. All you can control is your own actions, your own signals. What you are trying to tell the world.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
The light turns green and Mike pushes on the gas, fully concentrated on driving, as if it is the most difficult task right now.
“What do you mean, daddy?” I pester.
“Stop it with the daddy crap!” He snaps at me. “You have never called me that. Why do you start now? Today?”
“Well, you’re doing something quite daddy-like for me today, aren’t you," I say, moving my right leg in smooth constant motions from left to right, causing my skirt to move with it, baring more flesh, inch by inch. I am pretty sure he could see my panties by now, if he leaned over just a little bit. “You know, driving me to have a look at colleges and stuff.”
He doesn’t say anything, his eyes fixating the road ahead of us. I can see the muscles of his buff arms flexing as he holds on to the steering wheel for dear life.
And then I notice something even more pleasant. A clearly visible bulge between his legs. I got him. His excitement is clearly noticeable underneath the dark fabric of his jeans.
A naughty grin appears on my face. And I can’t help but think about it. Think about my hot stepdad being the one. The one who’d take my carefully preserved virginity. Though he constantly accuses me of dressing and acting like a slut, I know it is unjustified.
I have been saving myself, not wanting to let some random clumsy high school boy have the privilege of being my first.
An older, experienced and good looking man who knows his way around a woman’s body, however – that could be interesting. Even if that man turns out to be my hunky stepdad.
We are on the open road now. No traffic lights ahead. Just a straight long road ahead of us, with very little traffic around.
I sink a bit lower in my seat, keeping my eyes straight ahead as I run alongside my right inner thigh with the tips of my fingers. Slowly, very slowly, making sure that he would notice. Of course he does. I see him glancing over, just for a second before he hastily turns his head back to the road. I graze along my pale skin until I reach the skirt, gently lifting it, exposing my sheer white panties. Yes, now he can definitely see them.
I continue grazing my exposed skin, wandering up and down along my inner thigh, dangerously close to my center. I can feel his eyes on me, flying back and forth between my lap and the road ahead of us. His breathing changes, louder, faster. I am driving him mad with lust, I can feel it. His reaction drives me nuts, too. Already, I can feel my panties sticking to my center.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He breathes without looking at me. “Cover yourself.”
I lean back in my seat and slowly roll my face over to him while my right hand is still on my thigh.
“Why?” I ask. “That didn’t sound very convincing, daddy.”
It didn’t. And I know he doesn’t want me to stop. The swelling between his legs tells a different story. His cock must be of considerable size, judging by the bulge it has created between my stepdaddy’s legs.
I must touch it.
I slowly reach over with my left hand and place it in his lap, caressing his upper leg, moving closer to his center.
“Brittany!” He exclaims. “What are you doing? Stop it!”
But he doesn’t stop me. He keeps both his hands on the steering wheel, staring at the street.
“But, daddy”, I breathe. “What do you mean? It’s you who’s sending me the wrong signal.”
As I say it, I can feel his hard member beneath my hands. I gently start stroking it above the thick fabric. He moans.
“Damn it, Brittany!”
I can feel him grow harder as I continue rubbing him. And I know I can’t stop now. Not for his sake, not for mine.
But I won’t have him protesting when I am trying to do something good.
I stop the stroking, but grab his hard cock as good as I can with the jeans still between us.
“Well okay, daddy”, I whisper. “I you don’t want to join, that’s fine. But at least let me have a little fun.”