Without Resistance
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It was early Saturday morning. Pete Flanagan had slept in late since his wife and daughter were away visiting his Mother-in-law for the weekend. His first big chore of the day was to clean the pool. He was on his way to the back when the doorbell rang.
"Is Vicky home?" cheerfully asked the young girl at the door that he recognized as Julie, his daughter's girlfriend. Julie was wearing an oversize t-shirt covering her bikini, carrying a beach towel and a tote bag. "She is at her grandmother's this weekend."
"Oh, I forgot!" Julie lied, a look of disappointment on her face. "But you can still use the pool if you like. I was just going to run the vacuum out there." Pete couldn't help but feel a chill run up his spine as he spoke with the young girl. At 18, the same age as his daughter, Julie was one of the most attractive youngsters he had seen. She was also a flirt. He wasn't sure if it was innocence or by design, but she had always managed to arouse him when she had come to dinner or stayed over at their house.
It seemed that every time that she stayed overnight, she always managed to be in scanty pajamas when he was around. Once, he was treated to an entire evening trying to watch TV while Julie sat in the chair across from him. Only to his view were her legs slightly parted, just enough for him to see the crotch of her panties and her smooth, white thighs.
On a couple of occasions, she seemed to have caught him looking, but she met his glance with a sexy wink and a smile. He didn't know what to do - he was almost sure that she was doing it on purpose -- flirting with him -- but he couldn't afford to let his wife and daughter find out something was going on, innocent or not. Now she stood at the door, about to enter the house knowing he was the only one home.
"Is Vicky home?" cheerfully asked the young girl at the door that he recognized as Julie, his daughter's girlfriend. Julie was wearing an oversize t-shirt covering her bikini, carrying a beach towel and a tote bag. "She is at her grandmother's this weekend."
"Oh, I forgot!" Julie lied, a look of disappointment on her face. "But you can still use the pool if you like. I was just going to run the vacuum out there." Pete couldn't help but feel a chill run up his spine as he spoke with the young girl. At 18, the same age as his daughter, Julie was one of the most attractive youngsters he had seen. She was also a flirt. He wasn't sure if it was innocence or by design, but she had always managed to arouse him when she had come to dinner or stayed over at their house.
It seemed that every time that she stayed overnight, she always managed to be in scanty pajamas when he was around. Once, he was treated to an entire evening trying to watch TV while Julie sat in the chair across from him. Only to his view were her legs slightly parted, just enough for him to see the crotch of her panties and her smooth, white thighs.
On a couple of occasions, she seemed to have caught him looking, but she met his glance with a sexy wink and a smile. He didn't know what to do - he was almost sure that she was doing it on purpose -- flirting with him -- but he couldn't afford to let his wife and daughter find out something was going on, innocent or not. Now she stood at the door, about to enter the house knowing he was the only one home.