Teasing My Stepfather
By CanadianTease
(c) May 2005


I'm a cocktease, I admit it. I don't know why. I've 
always been like that, ever since I was a little girl 
and I noticed men looking at me when my breasts 
started to develop. It gave me a thrill to realize 
that I excited them, and I did everything I could to 
get them worked up. I especially like to tease older 
men, guys who know they'll never get a young girl like 
me again, and think about it all the time. I like to 
make them think about what they're missing, and make 
them want it more and more.

When I was a kid I lived with my Mom and stepfather. 
He was a real perv, always trying to get a peek at me 
while I was undressing or in the shower. Sometimes I 
would torment him by running around the house in my 
underwear, just to punish him for being such a pig. I 
never let him see a lot, just enough to get him hot 
and bothered. But I bet he jacked off later when he 
thought about it. No, I knew he did.

What he really liked was to see up my skirt, or try to 
anyway. I used to have to wear this school skirt. It 
was supposed to be just one inch above the knees but 
my friends and I had this trick where we would roll up 
the waistband so that instead of an inch it was more 
like 5 or 6. After school sometimes I wouldn't change 
out of it. When he got home from work he couldn't take 
his eyes off me. I have to admit I was pretty cute in 
that skirt, especially with the little ankle socks I 
wore sometimes.

Well, usually after dinner we'd watch TV. My mother 
would lie on the couch, and I'd be on the floor with a 
book or some homework. He'd sit in his chair right 
behind me where it was easy for him to pretend he was 
watching the TV. Actually, my Mom usually fell asleep 
pretty fast so he didn't have to pretend much. I swear 
I could feel his eyes moving up and down the back of 
my legs, trying to see as high up as he could. I'd 
just pretend to read or watch the TV, sometimes moving 
around a little so my skirt would travel up a little 
higher. I would bend my knees and lift my feet, just 
sort of swaying my ankles from side to side. My skirt 
would be pretty high by then, I'm pretty sure my 
panties and ass were showing a little. Once I got this 
idea: I stretched my legs out straight behind me, and 
after a minute or so I started to slowly move them 
apart so he could see more and more between them. Just 
as the view was starting to get really good I reached 
behind me and pulled the skirt back down, like the 
modest little girl I am (lol). I'm not sure, but I 
think I heard him moan.

I had all sorts of tricks to get him hot. Once when my 
Mom was out shopping I came out of the bathroom after 
a shower with just a towel wrapped around me. I had 
carefully arranged it in the mirror so that the top 
just barely covered my tits, which are pretty big. The 
top of the towel was about a quarter inch above my 
nipples, and it reached down to only two inches below 
my pussy. I walked into the living room where he was 
and chattered away about nothing in particular. I 
could see his lips trembling as he looked at me, so I 
knew I was teasing the hell out of him. When the towel 
started to fall I held it up by cupping and squeezing 
my breasts with my hands, and kept on talking as if 
nothing had happened. Then I walked down the hall into 
my bedroom, and just as I went in I whipped off the 
towel, so he got a very brief view of me from the 
rear.

I knew he was dying to see me totally naked, but I 
never let him. I'd let him get close to seeing my tits 
and pussy, like with the bath towel tease, but it 
always ended with him frustrated. It really did get to 
him, so much that he actually tried to peek at me 
through my bedroom window. I figured it out right away 
because sometimes the shade was up a little when I was 
sure I had put it down earlier. When I'd go to bed at 
night if I noticed it was up I'd just pull it down 
again - but not before stripping down to my underwear 
first, just in case he was outside the window, to make 
him suffer.

He wanted so badly to see me naked, and I was trying 
to think of a way I could use that to do a real number 
on him. One Friday night, when I was 17, I went out 
dancing with my boyfriend, and got back later than I 
was supposed to (12:00 was my curfew, I got in at 
1:00). My Mom had gone to bed, but he was sitting up 
reading, waiting for me. When I walked in he said some 
sharp words about being grounded if it happened again. 
I had been sitting with my boyfriend in his car in 
front of my house for a while, and I figured that one 
reason he was mad at me was that he was jealous, since 
my boyfriend could get his hands under my clothes but 
he couldn't. He was also probably imagining that I was 
giving my boyfriend a nice blowjob before I came in, 
something I'm sure he masturbated over a lot, wishing 
he could feel my mouth on him. (Actually, he was right 
- for the whole time I was sitting in my boyfriend's 
car I had kept him on the edge with just my tongue.)

Anyway, his attitude really pissed me off, and I said 
to myself, "OK jerk, be that way! I've been planning 
something for you for a long time, you little perv, 
and tonight might as well be the night." 

I went into the kitchen and got a glass of milk, then 
came back and sat down in an easy chair across from 
him. He hadn't gone to bed yet, and was reading again. 
I had sort of dressed up to go out that night, and I 
was wearing "fancy stuff" under my dress - you know, 
sexy stockings, a garter belt, things like that. I had 
once seen some girly magazines that he had hidden in 
the garage, so I knew that slutty lingerie was one of 
his weaknesses, his fetish. So, as I sat there 
drinking my milk, I idly crossed my legs and hummed a 
little tune to myself. Then I put my legs up on the 
ottoman, and raised one knee, so that he could get a 
good look up under my dress. I put my head back and 
idly looked up at the ceiling, so that he could stare 
without being afraid that I'd see where he was 
looking. I made sure he got a good look - I wanted him 
to get very, very excited. After a while I stood up 
and stretched, and said I was going to bed. I walked 
over to him and turned around and said, "Would you 
please?" I indicated that I needed help with the 
zipper at the back of my dress. He jumped up and 
pulled it down to my waist, exposing the back of my 
lacy bra. I said goodnight, and walked slowly down the 
hall to my bedroom, leaving him there staring at my 
back.

When I got into my bedroom and closed the door, I saw 
that the shade had been pulled up a little. Well, 
well, I thought, it looks like someone has been making 
plans for a good time. Let's see just how good we can 
make it! 

Outside my door I heard him say (a little too loudly) 
that he was going to bed, and then heard his steps on 
the staircase. But a minute later I heard the front 
door being opened very carefully, and I knew he had 
gone outside. I smiled to myself at the thought of him 
hurrying around the house to get to his peeping spot 
at my window, before he missed anything. I imagined 
him whispering to himself something like, "Ohhhh 
yesss, at last, at last!" 

I was wearing the dress I usually wore to clubs - red, 
low-cut, form-fitting. I had spike heels on, and under 
my dress were the garter belt and stockings, and sexy 
bra and panties, all black and sheer. I walked around 
my room for a while, slowly removing the dress - first 
letting it drop to my waist, then pushing it down and 
stepping out of it. I reached down and picked it up 
and carried it over to my dresser, leaving everything 
else on - my half-bra, the garter belt, panties, 
stockings and heels. At this point, as I slowly walked 
across the room in that sexy, tantalizing outfit, I 
figured he was outside my window, eagerly unzipping 
his pants and getting his cock out, all ready to play 
with it and get it worked up while he watched me 
undress. This was just too good! 

After I folded my dress, I walked over to my door, 
which had a full-length mirror on it. I stood in front 
of it and pretended to admire myself in it, turning 
this way and that, posing sexily, standing sideways 
and lifting my breasts, bending over and spreading my 
legs, doing everything I could think of that would 
bring back the memory of his girly mags and drive him 
nuts. The window was across the room from the door 
with the mirror, so he got a good view of everything I 
did. 

After a while, I walked back to the dresser, where I 
picked up my photo album and brought it over to my 
bed, right next to the window. I kicked off my shoes 
and lay down on my stomach to look through the album, 
positioning myself on the bed so that my legs and my 
rear were facing the window. I stayed there for about 
fifteen minutes, with my ass and the backs of my legs 
fully exposed to his view. I smiled to myself, 
thinking of how my tight, transparent panties and 
stockings must have been making him drool and jerk. 
Occasionally I would turn over on my side, lifting a 
knee and opening my legs. Between turning pages, I 
idly caressed the inside of my thighs, sometimes 
pausing between my legs on my crotch and making little 
circles with a fingertip. Then I'd turn back onto my 
stomach, spreading wide to give him a maddening view 
up between my legs from the rear. And all the time I 
was humming a little tune, a young girl all by herself 
in her private bedroom. 

Finally, I sat up and put the album aside. I yawned 
and looked down at my legs and stockings. Lying back 
on the bed, I raised my legs in the air and stroked 
the sheer stockings up and down, enjoying their 
smoothness (as, no doubt, he was enjoying the 
smoothness of his enflamed cock as he stroked it, 
helping me tease it). I sat up again, and proceeded to 
remove my stockings, slowly pushing them down my legs, 
one at a time. I stood up and unfastened the garter 
belt, then took it with the stockings back to the 
dresser. I returned to the bed and stood directly in 
front of the window, about a foot from it. The shade 
was only open about six inches, so I couldn't look 
down and see him, but he had a perfect up-close view 
of me from my waist to my knees, a foot away. My black 
panties, which were sheer and tight, revealed more 
than I usually let him see, but tonight I figured 
letting him see just a little bit more would be worth 
it, to increase his hunger, make it worse. He probably 
thought that I was going to pull the shade down now, 
as I usually did. But I didn't, and he must have been 
delirious with excitement and anticipation, 
congratulating himself on his good luck.

As I stood there I hooked my thumbs in the waistband 
of my panties and started to pull them down ... one 
inch, two inches, three - and then I stopped. I turned 
around and walked away from the window toward the 
center of the room, where he could see me from head to 
toe. I turned around to face the window again, and 
reached around behind me to unhook my bra. I pretended 
to have some difficulty with it, frowning in 
concentration as I struggled with my hands behind my 
back, my tits jiggling and straining, and almost 
spilling out of the bra. Finally I got it unhooked, 
but I left the straps on my shoulders, so the bra 
dangled in front of me, loosely covering my tits. I 
lowered the straps and slid the bra down my arms, but 
I turned around as I did it, so he wasn't able to see 
my naked breasts. Then, standing with my back to him, 
I tossed the bra aside and continued lowering my 
panties. I pushed them slowly down over my hips, 
swaying my ass from side to side as I did it. I bent 
over to take them from my feet, giving him a brief 
peek between my legs from behind. Then I straightened 
up and headed back to the mirror. I stood in front of 
it and gyrated like a little striptease whore, 
caressing my hips, squeezing and massaging my breasts 
and my ass, and rubbing my hands between my legs. He 
could tell what I was doing, but he couldn't actually 
see it because my back was turned to him; and if he 
tried to see my reflection in the mirror, he couldn't, 
since the view was blocked by my body! He was so close 
to seeing everything he had lusted for, so close! Of 
course he must have loved seeing me naked from the 
rear, being able to see my cute ass as I wiggled it, 
but it wasn't enough, ohhhhh it wasn't enough! I'll 
bet he was praying at that point, Please let her turn 
around, please, please! Ohhhh, she has to turn around 
soon, she has to turn around to come back to her bed, 
ooooooooo I'll get her then, I'll be able to see her 
naked tits and pussy then!

After teasing him like this for a while, driving him 
crazy with what he couldn't see, I spread my arms and 
stretched, turning my head to yawn. Then, holding my 
right arm up behind my head, promising a great view of 
my raised tits, I slowly turned around. Just as he was 
able to see my large breasts come into view in 
profile, my left hand reached out for the wall, found 
the light switch, and flipped it - the lights went out 
and the room was plunged in darkness. I got into bed, 
naked, and lay there with my heart pounding, so 
excited by what I had just done to him. I laughed to 
myself thinking of him out there, so happy that he was 
finally going to get to see what he always wanted and 
drooled for, and then when his cock was big and hard 
and sooooo excited, his hopes were smashed and he had 
to leave frustrated! I love thinking about how crazy 
that must have driven him.

Just imagine what that would be like, if you were that 
pervert desperately trying to catch your hot 
seventeen-year-old stepdaughter naked, jerking off 
while you watched, hoping so much that this time you 
were going to get to see what you needed, holding your 
breath, your heart pounding, and then - nothing! I'm 
so proud of what I did to him; I don't think he ever 
got over it. Of course, he never gave up trying to see 
me undress. But that's part of a of a voyeur's 
addiction, isn't it? He always hopes that next time 
will be better, next time he'll be lucky - it made it 
so easy for me to keep his cock teased!

I actually did see him stroking that teased cock a few 
times, after I had been making him suffer - but that's 
another story!

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