Step Submission

“Sure,” he said, setting her water bottle on a nearby end table along with his beer. “Let me just…”

Finally, his eyes fell upon her naked back. For the briefest of moments, she saw his baby blues widen in shock, but also in what Tasha could tell was primal, instinctual interest. He hesitated, jaw working, but no words leaving his mouth. She watched, trying to keep her poker face on as he began to pitch an obvious tent in his pants.

“What?” she asked finally, acting like she had no idea what his problem was. “You don’t want me to get tan lines, do you?”

Her stepfather shook his head slowly. He wet his lips, and Tasha envied them, wishing he’d roll his pink tongue over her thrumming clit instead.

“No,” he said at last, “of course not.” He barked a little laugh, one that sounded very much like a nervous giggle, then pulled the other lounge chair closer to where she was laying and cleared his throat as he sat down on it. Even though she could no longer see him, she could tell his gaze was focused squarely on her ass, and she wiggled it a little under the guise of making herself more comfortable.

She heard the cap to the sunscreen open, heard him squirt some onto his hands. When he placed them down onto the curve of her spine, she gasped, arching off the lounge chair.

“Ooh, Daddy!” she said much more sensually than she had to. “That’s so cold!”

“S-sorry, princess,” he stammered, working along her lower back. His fingers were just skirting the edges of her bikini bottom. “It’ll warm up in a minute, I’m sure.”

Tasha settled, turning her head to watch as he ran his big, rough hands over her skin. She liked that about him. He might have been a billionaire CEO, a yuppie if there ever was one, but he wasn’t afraid to work with his hands, either. It kept him down-to-earth, so that even though he could afford boats and trips like this, it was never a weird, awkward experience where he talked about stocks and bonds and hostile takeovers and Tasha listened, eyes glazed.

She appreciated his hands ever more now. She liked the way it felt like she was being manhandled, stroked and studied by a real man and not those college boys that had hounded her ever since she started attending the university. She let herself writhe a little, her ass brushing against his forearm as he began to move steadily upward toward her shoulders, coating her skin in the creamy sunscreen with lightly tremoring fingers.

I wonder what he’s thinking about. She looked up at his face. It was tense and drawn. He looked very much like a man tapping into the reservoir of his self-restraint. She wondered, too, how long it would be before that particular well ran dry.

When he began working the sunscreen into her shoulders, Tasha moaned, reaching up to lift her long blonde hair out of the way. It left one of her breasts almost fully exposed, and she took her time putting her arm back down, letting Blake get a teasing view of her naked tits. It was all she could do not to snicker as he made a soft sound like a barely audible grunt from the lounge chair.

“Don’t forget the backs of my legs,” she told him. “If I get burned there, I won’t be able to sit the rest of the trip.”

Her stepfather let loose a strangled laugh. “Yeah. That’d be terrible.”

He renewed his supply of sunscreen and hesitantly started at her ankles, trying to avoid the swells of her ass for as long as possible. She spread her legs for him when he touched her thighs, hoping he could see the wet patch forming on her bikini bottom, but if he noticed, he certainly didn’t say anything.

When his fingers began working just below her ass, however, she made a show of pushing up against his palms, rubbing against them. He made another grunt, one that was far less subtle this time, and when she looked at his swim trunks, she could see his dick standing at attention beneath them.

She smirked behind her arm. Now that was a sight for sore eyes.

But it wasn’t enough. If Tasha was going to seduce him, she was going to need to go farther than this. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then slowly turned over onto her back, and before Blake could object, she pouted up at him, tits to the sky.

“Can you put some on my front?” she asked him. “Don’t worry. I’ll rub it in.”

Blake couldn’t just look at her face this time. He was staring at her tits now, at how heavy and full they were, at her puckered pink nipples and her flat belly. Her legs were still spread, and the fabric of her bikini bottom had slid to the side a little, revealing almost the entirety of one of her pussy lips. He swallowed hard before his gaze returned to her face.

“Tasha…”

“Please?” she begged, cutting him off before he could properly object. “Oh, come on, Daddy. It’s not like you haven’t seen a pair of tits before.” She laughed. “They probably look like Mom’s, huh?”

Blake grimaced. He picked up the bottle of sunscreen and slowly opened the top.

“No,” he said. “Definitely not. They’re nothing at all like your mother’s.”

Tasha grinned, then gasped as Blake squirted a huge amount of sunscreen into the valley between her breasts. She squealed a bit at how cold it was, how much more if it there was than she needed. Blake’s eyes widened and he winced, setting the bottle down on his lounge chair.

“Whoops,” he said. “Sorry. I guess I… got a little excited, there.”

Tasha raised her brows at his choice of words. Before he could stutter and correct himself, she looked down at the goopy mess on her chest and smirked when she realized she could use it to her advantage.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” she told him, dipping her fingers into the creamy white puddle. “I’ll make it work.”

And then she began to rub herself, spreading all the excess lotion onto her breasts, covering even her rosy nipples in the pearlescent fluid her stepfather had squirted all over her chest.

He watched, transfixed by her motions as she covered herself in it. She made sure to make a huge mess, letting it drip off her fingertips and back onto her D-cups with girlish giggles. She tweaked her nipples a bit, circling them carefully, then flicking them until they fully hardened, biting into her lip as she did so. To her left, Blake was shifting, “adjusting” himself with his hand as his dick lurched in his trunks.

“There’s so much of it,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Oh, Daddy. You’ve made a big, creamy mess all over me!”

Blake shut his eyes and set his jaw in a final attempt to hold back. She could see his cock pulsating steadily, prodding at the fabric prison that kept it hidden from her view. She continued playing with her big tits, pushing them together, rubbing them against one another, and teasing her nipples some more as she gasped and cooed. The next time she looked over at her stepfather, her heart nearly stopped in her chest. His dick was out.

He hadn’t meant to, from the looks of it. His cock had just gotten so hard that the tip was pushing out of his waistband, red and glistening in the sunlight. She could see a little dribble of precum already running down it, and she looked up at him, licking her luscious red lips.

“Better put some sunscreen on that too, don’t you think, Daddy? You sure as hell don’t want that to burn…”

Her stepfather looked down, his cheeks turning crimson when he realized she could see the tip of his long, stiff cock. At first he made like he was going to put it away, stuff it back in his trunks and leave her by herself on the deck, but then he stopped, waistband tugged just slightly open. He looked at Tasha again, or more specifically, at her big tits crushed between her hands.