Homecoming

[xFarFromHavenx]

Character Name: Ethan Witter
Age: 41
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs.
Hair: Sandy-blonde, short
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Lean

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It was all set. The pizza was ordered, the house was clean, and for the first time in months, Ethan Witter had shaved. He wanted to give his stepdaughter Emily a a warm home welcoming, considering the fact that her mother was going to be away on business for the remainder of the summer. Karen was a sales representative, and thus, she was rarely home. The company she worked for was sealing a large business deal with a corporation based in Norwich, England. She'd left one week ago, and Ethan had been anticipating the arrival of his stepdaughter ever since.

He was watching a program on their living room television when he glanced at the clock. It was 6:45. Emily would be arriving any minute.

 

[sensual_woman]

Character Name: Emily
Age: 18
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Build: Slender, tannned and athletic

Thank goodness her flight arrived earlier than expected. The flight was long and nerve wracking. The flight attendant, although hesitant, served her the wine after studying Emily's false ID. Slipping her cell number into his hand did not hurt her cause either. He looked at the number and then into her large green eyes. Emily shifted in her seat causing her skirt to ride up, exposing more of her bare flesh.

The red eye flight was nearly empty and she had the rear of the plane all to her self. Glass after glass of wine didn't seem to dull the anger that raged within her upon hearing the news earlier in the day that her mom, once again would not be home to greet her. She was sitting up against the window seat when "Steve", thats what his name tag said sauntered up to her. Wiggling the empty glass of wine at him Emily hinted that more was needed. "Our arrival has been delayed due to an aircraft that broke down on the runway" Steve announced. "So we will be in a holding pattern for for the next 45 minutes or so". Emily rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Well guess I have time to use the ladies room then, don't I". Steve smiled a wicked smile down at her and extended his hand and took hers, bringing Emily to her feet.

Steve looked over his shoulder one last time before opening the lavatory door and semi pushed Emily inside before shutting the door behind him. Emily felt herself being pinned against the wall as he lifted her skirt above her waist and yanked her panties down. Shocked, Emily looked at him for answers. "Time to pay up honey". With that he spun Emily around and bent her over the sink. She heard his fly unzip and knew she had no choice but to comply. Emily tried to assume a comfortable position and was contemplating offering to get them a hotel room after they landed. Before she could offer her plan she felt his card cock pressing against her pussy. Slowly she felt him enter her. With his firm hands gripping her hips he began pounding away inside her. She felt every punishing inch of his cock thrusting deep inside her. Emily's chest began to heave with each thrust as here own lust began to boil to the surface. The wine always seemed to have the desired effect on her.

Feeling his cock plop out of her Emily turned to face Steve. The smile on his face told her that he obtained what he wanted and she also figured out not to expect a phone call from him anytime soon. He zipped up his pants and left her alone in the lavatory. Emily quietly pulled her panties up and straightened out her skirt as best she could.

Upon landing he greeted her like all the other passengers with his customary departure statement "Thank you for flying with us today. Enjoy your stay".

Emily rolled down the window of the cab to get as much fresh air as possible. She was sure Ethan knew she drank but was not sure if he knew she was an alcoholic. Arriving home she looked at her watch, 7:00pm.

Walking through the door she could smell the pizza. Dropping her things on the floor she walked into the living room and Ethan was sitting on the couch, dressed in that old Harvard tee short and running shorts.

Sitting in the recliner across from him Emily closed her eyes and drank in the aroma of the pizza, dying for a rum and coke