Michaela and her father start a new life in suburban Vancouver after a recent family tragedy. Their new home is everything they hope for and more. Awoken from her sleep one night, the girl finds there may be another resident at "Linton Mews" she could never have imagined. "The house is so beautiful Dad." Michaela stood there on the upper balcony, looking across at the avenue of maple trees, stretching as they did towards the distant roadway.
Not far short of twilight now, the cool breeze made her shiver. She turned and glanced up at her father, whose hands rested gently on her shoulders. "Do you really think we will be able to get it?" The man inclined his head.
Her words interrupted his thought-processes. In terms of "being beautiful," was not the vision of youthful innocence cuddled now in his arms, the alpha and omega of achievable feminine beauty? That he loved her to distraction was merely how it was. She alone had provided the solace and will to go on, after his wife had lost her protracted encounter with cervical cancer not sixteen months earlier. Eighteen now and in her final year of High School, she was everything a parent might hope for - academically proficient, domestically accomplished and socially desirable.
One might even add genetically flawless. Occasionally, Daniel Peterson was lost for words in his daughter's presence. "Well if the Bank comes through for us brunette girl cant refuse a fat dick, I think we can pull this off." he replied. "My contract with the studio has been renewed for two years and so long as we don't overspend, yeah I figure we'll manage&hellip.struggling like everyone else I guess." The girl looked up at her father.
How many daughters the world over, could ever have been so fortunate, she pondered momentarily. Pulling his arms tightly around her shoulders, she stared at the tranquil vista. Just across from Tulsy Crescent that fronted Bear Creek Park, some small children were playing in the recent snowfall, seemingly reluctant to follow their mother to the park's exit gate.
Michaela's instincts left her in no doubt that this is where she and her father were supposed to be. Not a week later, Daniel's loan was approved. Decentralizing from the apartment in Vancouver to White Rock in Surrey County seemed akin to moving into the White House after a lifetime's residency in a cramped trailer-park.
The triple-story nineteenth century white-gabled home, complete with five bedrooms, three bathrooms and a triple garage, sat on a two-acre tract well back from the road. Fully restored and undeniably spacious beyond their needs, something about "Linton Mews" transcended practicality and if the truth be known, the owners had been very keen to sell, being happy enough with Daniel's initial offer which in other circumstances would have met with a likely rejection.
The gardens had been professionally established, although it would be spring before their aromatic charms and symmetry could be fully appreciated. For now though, Michaela was content to wander the intricate pathways, always pausing by the water fountain to admire the features of the great dragon that straddled its vanquished prey. Frozen-up for the duration currently, she knew exactly how the tableau must appear with water gushing from the beast's mouth.
If heaven existed, it had a hard act to follow! Given her exemplary academic history, there was no problem with Michaela's re-location to the local High School - Earl Marriott on 16th Avenue - for her graduating year.
She engendered acceptance by her peers from day one, especially from members of the opposite sex. More than likely the grades of several besotted young males nose-dived that first semester.
Inevitably winter found itself in recess, the nights became a little warmer and Michaela's garden wanderings soon developed into a night-time routine. She would take her time crossing the walkways and garden trails, allowing the various scents to waft in and out of her consciousness. It was a Friday evening late April that first she became aware of a subtle shift in reality.
Having eaten out at "Tangiers on Eighteenth," with her father and subsequently outlasting a re-run of Little Miss Sunshine - a favorite of theirs, she found herself unable to further repel sleep. Kissing her father goodnight, she adjourned to the bedroom and having earlier changed into those rather becoming floral-print pyjamas, she slid under the covers.
The small bedside clock was showing but a minute or so after one o-clock when she opened her eyes. Neither frightened nor even vaguely alarmed, she simply knew that something had tripped her waking mechanism. For a few moments she sat there listening to complete silence! As her eyes gradually adjusted, she noticed that the bay window to the right of her pillow was open slightly.
She was sure she had closed it before getting into bed. Alighting from her comfort-zone she crossed the carpet and looked out upon an almost surrealistic moonlit vista. The lightest of evening mists hung about the trees and it seemed to her as if the syllables of her name were being whispered in the farthest reaches of the garden.
Drawing her robe around herself she craned her head forward trying to pick up the least sound but was forced to confront the fact there was really nothing there, and yet…… Closing the window she clambered back into bed, becoming aware for the first time that her pulse rate was now slightly higher than normal. One might nominate few things in life more conducive to blissful relaxation than being ensconced beneath the covers of a comfortable bed on a chilly night.
Michaela was but moments from reaching her second REM stage of the evening when she felt the gentlest of pressure upon her right breast.
Opening her eyes on the instant she lay there unmoving, the sensation no longer in evidence. But for the beating of her heart, the room was as silent as the night itself. Slowly she brought her own hand up to her chest. She had felt the intimate touch and knew this was no instance of unfettered imagination at work. For maybe twenty minutes the girl lay still, awaiting further evidence of the phenomenon, but none was forthcoming. Disappointed, rather than concerned, her consciousness ebbed away finally.
It young indian teen gets anal outdoors brunette and big tits however with bemused interest that upon waking the next morning, she noticed the top two buttons of her pyjama top were now undone. Had she subconsciously done this herself mid-sleep or was there another explanation? A flush though came to her cheeks as she gazed downwards at her now partially exposed breasts.
Distractedly she re-buttoned her top. Concentration at school was a problem for the entire day. Several times she found herself staring out at the distant playing fields, looking for what exactly she had no idea. Daniel noticed his daughter's apparent preoccupation during dinner. "Anything wrong sweetheart?" he asked. "You seem miles away tonight." "Oh sorry dad," she replied, smiling at him. "No, really, I'm fine…just a little tired I guess. Mind if I go to bed a bit earlier tonight?
got some homework I have to finish up too." "Sure honey," he said, "See you at breakfast then." Kissing him lightly on the cheek she picked up her back-pack and made her way upstairs.
Try as she might, she simply could not concentrate on the essay. For some reason she was asian hottie is great in blowjob and lapdance expectant.
Someone or something was waiting for her. Where she knew not, why she had even less inkling. All she was cognizant of is that she needed to be ready somehow. Having changed, she once more crossed to the bay window and opening it, looked out upon the tranquil setting.
A very gentle breeze was inducing movement in the upper branches of the maples and again she was sure she could hear her name but imperceptibly whispered on the wind, though just the one time. She closed the window and walking to her bed, climbed in beneath the covers. Snuggling up in a fetal position, she hugged brace faced teen franziska facella plays with her pussy solo digital playground small teddy bear that had comforted her whilst at the same time sharing her every life-experience since childhood.
Try as she might to stay awake, the shutters were lowered involuntarily and within ten minutes she was fast asleep. She felt neither her buttons being parted nor the first gentle squeeze - of both her breasts this time.
It was following the third such caress that she woke, fully alert to the intimacies being perpetrated upon her privacy. For a few moments she simply lay there unaccountably still, feeling the unseen hand so softly massaging the contents of her bra.
Unable to repress a slight gasp, the fingers were suddenly withdrawn, prompting her quite without thought, to whisper aloud, "It's alright, I don't mind." Seconds passed but no further contact was forthcoming.
Twice she repeated her simple message but was answered only by a hushed silence. It was then she noticed the hot babe brittney amber bounces her big ass on lexington bbc just slightly open. Had not she closed it shortly before getting into bed? She was no longer sure of anything. At that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew the drapes to one side and she gave a small cry of surprise. Sliding out from under the covers she walked across to the window and closed it firmly, checking this time that the opening mechanism was fully immobile.
Having climbed back into bed, Michaela felt a twinge of disappointment at the protracted inactivity. Quite subconsciously, her right hand moved upwards and began idly caressing her own breasts. With the realization of what she was doing, came a small gasp of embarrassment and she quickly returned her arm to her side. The silhouettes of the wind-blown trees reflecting on the ceiling above her bed were vaguely hypnotic and were the last images she retained before sleep once again overtook her.
** "Do you believe in ghosts Dad?" Michaela enquired, while stirring her cereal abstractedly. "Haven't given a great deal of thought to the subject sweetheart," Daniel replied "Why? Do you have some particular reason to ask?" "Not really&hellip.I just wondered if you had any experience of such things," she added. Daniel studied his daughter for a moment.
"Well to be honest Michaela, I have felt your mom's presence once or twice." He paused for a moment, "I think she's happy that we're here don't you?" The girl looked across at her father and smiled lovingly. "I'm sure she is dad." It was too much for Daniel who put down his knife and lowered his head, his grief evident.
Michaela walked quickly around the table and hugged her father. She had no idea what to say. She knew just how much he missed her and wished she could do more to fill the void in his life. For now, her experiences of the previous evening were relegated to the "miscellaneous file." ** Two days passed without incident. It was now Tuesday evening and Michaela had been working late, finishing up a major project on "The abolition of slavery." Clearing away her books dp and gangbang with four younger beaus and blonde smokin hot milf papers she couldn't bear waking up to a messy room she changed into her nightdress, completed her bathroom preparations and wasted no time in getting in to bed.
It was so warm and enervating, had she been a cat she would have purred. Awaking suddenly, she glanced at the small digital clock on her bedside table. It was twelve after one.
One hand cupped her right breast, the other she could feel moving very slowly down her side and towards her hips. Instinctively she looked towards the drapes. The window was unlatched and open. The hand silently groping her, relinquished its hold and began insinuating itself beneath the underside of her bra. So pleasurable was its progress that Michaela closed her eyes and sighed aloud, fully in the knowledge that whatever it was in the room with her, it intended absolutely no harm.
The second unseen hand had now reached her waist and as it continued to travel inland, across her abdomen and on toward an area that might best be termed "socially off limits," she could not prevent the tiniest of gasps escaping from her lips. Immediately all pressure ceased, even the hand that had been gently squeezing her breasts withdrew.
"Oh, don't leave me," she whispered. "Please come back, I like you doing that." For almost thirty seconds no further contact was detected although the girl pleaded continuously boys line up tfuck milf her unseen lover to return.
Just as she was resigned to the night's unfulfilled passing, again she felt the slightest of caresses across her upper chest. "Stay with me," she pleaded. The hand resumed its former location beneath her bra and beginning now to gently fondle her nipples dexterously. Pleasurable at this proved to be, it was the progress of the second hand that was demanding her total attention.
Coming to rest atop her lower abdomen, the hand began to slide across her nightdress, at the spot directly beneath which, her panties were resident. Without any coercion, she parted her legs slightly, which allowed the hand to caress her entire vaginal area without hindrance.
She could feel her pulse accelerating and her respiration-rate substantially on the increase. "Mmmm," she found herself murmuring. Partly embarrassed, wholly pleasured, she could only lie there, as what felt like a middle finger began to depress the material the extent of her sexy little crevice along her southern climes.
She knew she was wet but had no immediate plans to address the situation.
Even as the hand dropped to the hemline of her nightdress, beginning now to tug the flimsy nylon higher, she raised her arms above her head, signifying her total gorgeous redhead tight pussy masturbates with toys to whatever was planned.
She knew her panties were now exposed but offered no resistance even as the fingers began to retrace their steps the length and breadth of her vaginal gateway.
At the point however she felt (presumably) his fingers slipping beneath the leg of her panties as they navigated a path through her generous crop of curly pubic hair, she could not prevent a further gasp.
This time however, no cessation of activity occurred. An index finger slid in-between her very moist labia, separating the girlish lips and quite obviously intent on fingering her hitherto un-approached innocence. Unable to maintain a fully calm fa?e as the finger entered her again and again Michaela began to thrust upwards with her hips. Unlike anything she had ever experienced courtesy of her own digits, this was definitely the real deal.
Her eyes still closed, she simply allowed the combination of both breasts being kneaded and her youthful fissure being rhythmically penetrated, to build to an emotional peak that was never going to have other than the one outcome. One might have termed it an instant light show she certainly saw stars for a while. Unable to think straight for several moments she just lay there, allowing the outbound wave to course its way through her body. By the time turned on busty step mom licks teen had regained a degree of emotional control, she realized that her unidentified accomplice had withdrawn to such distant realms as might defy explanation.
Try as she might to engage some further interaction that night, she soon recognized that whatever presence had been there was clearly no longer on-site. It would be a truism to state that Michaela slept well that night. Over the next fortnight the visitations became commonplace. Not every night admittedly but rarely more than an evening apart. She did notice that it made little difference what time she actually went to bed, her unseen lover seemed to prefer the early hours of the morning when it came to indulging his lustful perpetrations.
Not that she was any less desirous of his attentions. As much to explore her own sexual boundaries as to tease her spectral partner, Michaela took to wearing tight little push-up bras with matching panties to bed, occasionally flaunting her provocative intent with a hot little g-string something the teenager would never have been found dead in, a few weeks earlier.
If proof be needed that just about any girl has a trace of the "slutty nymph" in her when she wants to act thus, Michaela had of late taken to retiring in just her panties and bra and on one recent occasion just her panties. She would undoubtedly have taken to sleeping naked fulltime but for the fact she found the sensation of being stripped beneath the covers highly arousing. For the same reason, she would turn over on to her tummy so that her 'demon-lover' as she liked to think of him, had to slide his hands beneath her arms in order to improperly fondle her breasts.
He was also free to smooth a hand across her bottom, exploring the curvaceous landscape their-upon, before she would part her legs sufficiently that he might gain access to the moist cavern between her legs. ** The girl's upbeat demeanor was not lost on her father. "You really seem to have settled in here pretty well honey," he smiled at her over breakfast a few days later.
"Never seen you so, well…&hellip.healthy looking. Something must really be agreeing with you?" She covered her escalating embarrassment well. "Really?" she answered. "I hadn't noticed I was behaving any differently." She paused for a minute. "I so totally love this place and the new school is really cool. Suppose I'm just happy!" She felt the flush that had been gaining prominence in her cheeks, subsiding rapidly. "Anyway, I have to go to school now Dad, I'm running late." So saying, she scooped up her stuff and flitting around the breakfast table, gave Daniel a hug before kissing him on the cheek.
The sweet fresh smell of young womanhood delighted him as always. "What say we go to 'Tangiers' tonight?' he called out as she headed for the front door. "It's our third month's anniversary here." "Sure dad, let's do just that" she replied from the recesses of the luna star in babe with phat ass. ** That evening, Michaela decide to dress-up for the coming repast. Selecting a very pretty light blue dress that however displayed considerably more than was concealed, no way could it have been termed distasteful.
One had only to take stock of the waiters' expressions when she walked in with her father. Her beautifully brushed auburn hair tied up with a matching blue ribbon hung about her shoulders and she had chosen to wear a pair of tiny diamond-studded earrings set in the likeness of a dove, that her mother had bought for her when she was fifteen.
The lightest of make-up completed the vision for such she most certainly appeared. As always, the food at 'Tangiers' was impeccable. For the first time though, Daniel allowed his daughter to have some champagne. After all, it was a Friday night and she had no school the following day.
Also, the pair was well known there sufficiently, that no-one bothered to ask the girl for ID. The fact she could have been anywhere from seventeen to twenty-two really counted for little. In any event, White Rock could hardly be regarded as hard-line so far as such legalities were concerned. By her third glass, Michaela found herself entering unchartered waters. Giggling profusely, she had to excuse herself more than once to go visit the restroom.
Daniel, realizing his daughter was borderline inebriated, exerted a degree of seeming parental responsibility on her return to the table, by calling for the bill and making ready to depart. Just one more sip daddy?" she pleaded, raising the glass to her incredibly busty babe delivers a kinky handjob with quite some difficulty.
He could not deny her. "Just the one honey, then we have to go." She all but drained the glass. Long before they reached Tulsy Crescent, Michaela discovered she was totally unable to focus properly.
Twice her father had to prop her up as they negotiated the long driveway. Pulling into the garage, he could see she had as much chance of navigating the staircase as she had of piloting a small aircraft. Picking her up therefore, he carried her to her bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.
"Goodnight sweetheart," he whispered, "Can you get ready for bed on your own OK?" Still with her eyes closed, she mumbled "Yep…think so… g'night daddy." The last words were slurred badly. Looking down at her, he smiled lovingly and then left the room, heading off to the master bedroom in the east wing.
As it eventuated, she was able only to unzip her dress before a combination of inexplicable dizziness and alcohol-enriched blood saw to it that her overall perception closed-down for the duration. Sprawled somewhat inelegantly face-down on her coverlet in just her underwear, it wasn't so much sleep that overtook her as a mild coma. Now, normally when a girl discovers something fondling her breasts while she's half-asleep, some major repercussion is to be expected.
Michaela however just smiled, murmuring audibly as she did so, "I hoped you would come&hellip." Once again the hands took the initiative, feeling their way across her taut little bottom, smoothing their way along her rear cheeks and across the back of her thighs.
She retained enough presence of mind to giggle softly even though she was barely aware of proceedings. Completely removed from the real-time, she simply giggled once more as the clasp of her bra was unhooked just below her shoulders and the skimpy item pulled from under her.
A hand slipped beneath her tummy and sliding under the waistband of her panties, felt its illicit way to her vaginal lips whereupon it began rubbing her genital area with professional zeal. She probably was quite unaware that her hips were responding provocatively to the indecent attention being paid now to both her upper and lower body.
Vaguely, she felt the hands propelling her over on to her back but was not sufficiently involved to be able to argue. The sensation of having both her breasts now squeezed softly as well as having her nipples manipulated, aroused her yet further. She tried opening her eyes but the cirrus clouds swirling in her head seemed to dull the optic nerves and she was only able to make out in the darkness, the vaguest of outlines above her. Even as she tried unsuccessfully to focus, something came closer and she felt lips a man's lips come into contact with her own.
The kiss was prolonged&hellip.enough that she could barely draw breath. Completely at the mercy of this ghostly apparition, all she sensed is that she wanted to be kissed more. This however took on a new meaning when the lips moved to her right breast and began to suckle her steadily.
"Making me so&hellip.so hot," she murmured almost inaudibly. Fully transported as the lips applied their wondrous pleasures to her other nipple, she could but wriggle her hips in recognition of their silent talent. Unwilling as well as fully unable to halt progress, she was almost disappointed when the lips momentarily withdrew from their applied duties only to be replaced by a new sensation her panties being steadily pulled down off her hips.
Out to it she still was for all intents and purposes but something of a self-preservation instinct survived as she lovely busty bbw sashaa juggs fucks bf under xmas tree quite futilely to prevent their total removal.
Naturally that first kiss on her fully exposed cleft put paid to any further resistance. "Oh Ohh," pretty much covers her vocal assessment of the situation. Again she tried to open her eyes but was unable to make out anything more than a transient shape on the bed near her.
She felt her legs being parted yet had neither the awareness nor inclination to address her stark vulnerability. If she even sensed that rape was a possibility she had no defense on which to fall back on as it were! Any thoughts of resistance had they even been present, were dissipated on the spot when she felt the tongue intrude between her spread labia. In a fully wakened condition she may have taken offense at such un-ladylike treatment but in the hazy condition she found herself, the sensation was without pleasured precedence.
Her arms high up on the pillow now, she simply moaned aloud and parted her legs further. Her young and inexperienced body ached for greater fulfillment.
Such was not to keep her waiting. Barely aware of any game plan, all she sensed is that something or someone was hunched up over her. Even trying to concentrate, the outline of her companion seemed to waver around the edges as if the moonlight was being thwarted in its effort to illuminate the room, by the passing clouds.
She thought she heard someone say "Michaela" but was denied further reflection on the matter at the moment something distinctly hard and extended penetrated her vaginal cavern. Unable to prevent a cry from escaping her lips, her mouth opened in shock as the newly come by assailant re-entered her formerly virginal opening.
Despite the extreme discomfort, though this was obviously tempered by her partially anaesthetized condition, the repetitious nature of the assault very soon won her over even though she remained half unconscious. The harder the thrusting the more her inert form seemed to respond to the call. Tossing her head from side to side now she was quite unaware of her own involvement, particularly the upward contribution made by her own hips.
She could hardly have detected her left earring detaching itself as a result of its owner's exertions. Strong hands held her tight around her waist now as the flames of pro-creational desire built-up in her own womb. Her hairline and cleavage damp with exertion, she sensed at the periphery of her awareness, her ghostly partner's finality. She felt a warmth flood her internally just seconds ahead of her own violent shock-wave.
The pressure at her waist disappeared and she sensed she was alone. Had she been blessed with her full faculties at that moment, she would probably have cried.
As it was, she lay there fully expended physically. She tried to form some coherent thoughts for a while but was unable to find a way through those Cirrus formations. Whatever came next would have to wait until her head cleared or the morning…whichever came first. Further along in the east wing, Daniel couldn't sleep.
Turning his head once more to try and find a comfier position, something glinted in the moonlight beneath the corner of his pillow. It was in the likeness of a tiny dove © Peter_Pan 2009 ** Many other stories available in the published anthology "The Best of Peter_Pan" (2008 Peter_Pan: Lulu Publishing Inc: Morrisville NC) http://www.lulu.com/content/679070