Hey best! I have an idea...
stepfather! Dex who "teaches" his stepdaughter to defend herself in the fight... starts with him immobilizing her, getting between her legs, passes the hand on her chest, so he gives the option that trying naked, feeling the body of the other gets better... imagines you clinging to him in a naked fight and feeling something between his leg... then the inevitable happens 😌
I took forever to respond to this im so sorry lovie 😭
when your stepdad moved in your mom allowed dex to turn the basement into a workout space, he filled it with all this equipment. weights, punching bag, etc..
you often crept passed your mom to go downstairs and watch dex workout, sitting on one of his benches and admiring the older man flex his sweaty muscles, watching his biceps every time he picked up a weight.. dex teased you about it all the time when he was done with his sets, so much so that it started to make you feel a tinge of embarrassment!
so you came up with the suggestion that he teaches you his routines so you could have an excuse to gawk at him still, letting him teach you some of his moves since he’s well articulated in that field.
your stepdad tells you that he’ll start off slow, that he would be gentle with you for the first few lessons and gradually it would get more intense. “we’ll start with simple punches yeah? just keep up with me and punch the palms of my hands..” dex would instruct, his eyes watching you so intently as you nod excitedly. you repeat after him and dex lets you tap at his hands, a praiseful “atta girl.” coming from his lips every time you did well.
after a week dex knew you were ready for more—physical lessons, he had told you that you did exceedingly well last week and he wanted to speed up his teaching. which meant your back was pushed up against dexs sweaty chest more times than not, feeling his breathing behind you as he hold you in place waiting for you to try and break free. there were times where you could swear you could feel something hard press up against your tights whenever he had you like that, always waving it off because your stepfather would just continue with his lesson. in fact he always seemed to touch you in inappropriate ways each time you practiced together, feeling his hand fondle your breast when he made you escape from his hold, his veiny hand creeping a bit too far down between your thighs sometimes…
so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the older man told you to take off your shirt in the middle of the lesson, “aren’t you hot in that sweetheart? you can take it off, s’just you and me down here.” dex would prompt, and it really wasn’t a question because he stood there looking at you until you started to lift your shirt up slowly. making you look around shyly to only be left in your sports bra and tiny gym shorts afterwards. “there you go, much better.”
and he’s soo touchy with you after that, his hands caressing down the skin of your waist as he voices out the moves you should be following, his thumb digging into your back and his knee pressing into your sensitive cunt as he holds you in front of him. you tried your best to think nothing of it and let him handle you every which way, but it was just a little too stimulating for you to stay quiet, letting out these little whimpers as your stepdad gropes you :(
“can we take a little b-break daddy?” you’ll pant, your panties all soaked and slick from all the touching and you just need a moment away from dex before you cum on the yoga mat. just to be met with a shake of the head from dex, “we can’t end the lesson here baby, how will you learn to defend yourself? if some pervert comes up to you and touches you like this what are you gonna do?”
you yelp at how hard he grips you up, hands immobile as he holds them to the side while his other hand ventures down your pants. weeks of your stepfathers teaching down the drain in just one session :(( and his hands are creeping into your panties, big fingers sliding across your achey clit and making you lurch forward, it doesn’t take long for your mind to get all cloudy from the way he’s fondling you. “oh sweetheart I know you can do better than that, you were doing so well last week what happened to my strong little girl?”