by Bridy McAvoy
“I wasn’t quite sure this morning, but am I right—you’re completely shaved, now?”
I could feel the heat rise to my face again as I nodded. Why did his question embarrass me? After all, I was going to be showing him it all very shortly. I felt my pussy pulse gently at the idea of being seen.
“Turn round and bend over again.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I want to see if your pussy peeps between your legs when you do that. My guess is yes.”
I shuddered but did as he asked. I could feel the cool air of a draught blowing across my nether regions as I gripped my ankles. I kept my legs pressed together but that only increased the pressure on my pussy which was starting to throb. If I wasn’t careful I’d be cumming well before I actually got naked.
“Spread them a little, sweetie. Let the fox see the rabbit.”
I got off on the exhibitionism, not on hearing the old lecher. To be honest I wanted him to shut the fuck up and let me get naked, touch myself. It wouldn’t take much to bring me to a climax. Then I wanted him to bugger off. Even so, I did as he asked and shuffled my feet far enough apart that it relieved the pressure at the top of my thighs. From the way he sighed, I guess he could see my pussy now.
“Straighten up, sweetie.”
I did so, but before I turned back, and before he could tell me what to do again, I took charge. If I was going to be naked in front of him, then I was going to get there my way. My hands moved to the button on the waistband of my skirt which flicked open, and then I drew the back zip down. I think I’ve already said the skirt was tight so I had to wiggle it to ease it over my hips but, after a few seconds, it dropped to the floor and I stepped out of it. I guess he was just admiring my ass because he said nothing as my hands moved to the middle of my back and unclipped my bra. A moment later that joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. I had deliberately not allowed him to get hold of my panties despite his earlier demand for them.
I took a deep breath and turned back to face him, letting him see me naked and, for the first time, close up. He took his time looking over me, his gaze travelling from the tips of my breasts where my nipples were hard and thrusting. Then, he dropped his viewpoint, looking closely at the way the tip of my slit peeked out from between my closed legs.
When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “You know what to do, sweetie, don’t you?”
I knew, right enough, and what’s more I needed to do it. Sure, I’d have preferred to run upstairs and do it in privacy, but at that moment my body wasn’t going to be denied. I needed that climax, more than ever before. I drew a deep shuddering breath then slowly lowered myself to the carpet, sitting and then lying back. I kept my legs together for a couple of seconds and then slowly allowed them to relax apart. Frank leaned forward, his face a mask of concentration, as my fully-shaven mound and swollen, wet pussy lips came into his view. I didn’t want to look at him, so closed my eyes and instead thought about what I’d done with Gareth the night before.
Before I knew it, my right hand had stolen down my stomach to my slit, while my left hand had found and cupped my left breast. I teased my nipple as I slowly bent my knees and splayed my legs to the side. My hand cupped my mound and I could feel the way my juices soaked into my palm. I could feel the way my lips were being pulled apart by the movement of my legs and, without thinking, I started to rub myself.
My mind was on that moment when I’d let—hell, I’d guided—Gareth to lick my pussy for the very first time and as I thought about it I could feel the carpet scratching at my butt as my hips started to churn. I used two fingers to spread my lips apart, heedless of an audience now, and pushed my middle finger into me. In this position I could use my thumb to press against the area around my clit, popping the little button clear of its hood and exposing it to both the air and my hand.
I was groaning and moaning as I pulled at my nipple, my hip and hand movements getting more and more frantic as the orgasm approached. I knew I’d been close, but not this close. Frank, wisely, sat there watching and not speaking. At least I assumed he was watching, but there again, why would he take his eyes away from what was happening on the floor in front of him?
It happened suddenly. I felt my stomach contract and my hand flew up to cover my mouth as I started to yell while the orgasm overwhelmed me. My hips left the floor, leaving me momentarily suspended on my shoulders and my feet as I writhed and screamed and groaned as the climax rushed through my system.
I collapsed back to the floor, panting for breath, and finally opened my eyes. Taking my hands away from my body, I slowly pushed myself to my elbows so I could look at Frank. He’d sat back in his seat, a look of stunned disbelief on his face as he stared at my sweat-drenched body. My legs were still stretched far apart. After letting him see that, what was the point of playing the modesty card?
“Wow, sweetie, I guess that was something else.”
I tried hard not to be leery with him. “Only guess?”
“Okay, good point. Wow, I have to say I’ve never seen a woman cum like that before.”
“You’ve never seen a woman cum before?”
“No, I said I’ve never seen one cum like that before, not in the flesh. I’ve seen them fake it on film, but wow!”
“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He grinned. “You do that, sweetie. Now get that gorgeous naked body of yours upstairs and put the black underwear on. Not much point in bothering with anything over the top is there?”
I sighed. “I guess not.”
“Good girl. Would you like me to put the kettle on?”
“I am so not drinking tea with you.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture. I’ll give you five minutes, that’ll give me enough time to nip outside for a fag.”
“Those things will kill you, you know.”
He shrugged and rose to his feet, heading for the back door.
I watched him go, then quickly gathered up my clothes and sprinted upstairs. Once in my room, I checked out the window. I could just see the top of his head by the back door. He hadn’t wandered down the garden to get a sneak peek at me getting changed.
There was a text from Gareth on my phone. At least he hadn’t tried to call me. He didn’t normally on a Saturday, but this wasn’t a normal Saturday by any stretch of the imagination.
Looking forward to seeing you around 6. NORWICH. Love you lots.
I giggled, the abbreviation in the middle belonged to my parents’ generation, not ours. But it was still funny. He meant it too, the randy bugger.
What do you take me for? I’ll think about it. Love you lots too. Xxx
I was just pulling my black panties on when the phone buzzed again.
I take you to be the woman I love more than anything else. Can’t wait till I see you at 6. Damn I hate work at the moment. xxx
I felt tears pricking the back of my eyes. Here was I about to strip off for the second time in front of an older man, while my boyfriend was professing his love for me in the sweetest manner possible. The lump in my throat was a big one as I struggled to pull my bra up my arms and then fasten the catch. It took me a minute to adjust myself in the cups. I knew it was an older bra—I guess I’d grown a little since then, certainly in terms of my bust size. They seemed to bulge around it. If I was going out I wouldn’t wear it, but it was the only matching black set I had, and he’d said black.
I stepped back into my shoes and quickly looked out the window again. I guess Frank had gone back inside and was waiting for me again. I hoped he’d picked up his butt—I’m not sure I could have given my dad a satisfactory explanation of why there was a fag butt outside our back door.
I love you too. Can’t wait to see you at 6. Now let me study and I’ll let you have your chosen city. Xxx xxx xxx
It would take him a second or two to work that one out, but hopefully the ‘let me study’ bit would stop him trying to have a text conversation with me, or even worse, call me, just because
they weren’t busy at work.
Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I headed back downstairs. Frank sat where he’d been earlier, in the middle of the couch. As he stared at my breasts his eyes got very big. I guess he liked the overflowing cup thing, but I thought it was quite unattractive.
“God, you look incredible.”
“Only black one I own. It’s a bit on the snug side.”
“It’s perfect.”
I just looked at him. There was no way any normal guy would say that, I was quite sure about that fact.
He pointed to the point on the floor just in front of his knees—if anything, closer to him this time. I didn’t see any point in arguing. If anything, I felt a bit flat, the earlier orgasm sufficing me. I didn’t feel I needed a repeat, even if he did.
“Time to get naked again, Penny. Time for you to show me that perfect pouting pussy again.”
“You want me to take the panties off first then?”
“That’s right, but don’t let them touch the floor. Hold them in your hand.”
If anything, that sounded odd, but even so, I wanted to get this over with, even if it meant it would take me longer to cum when I was naked. My hands went to the waistband and I wondered how useless it had been to put them on—I’d worn them for maybe five minutes, tops. In fact, I could probably get away with putting them back in the drawer as clean, that way my mother wouldn’t notice the increased usage of underwear when she did the laundry.
I guess I was a little distracted because I suddenly realized I had pulled my panties down and was straightening up with them in my hand. Not only that but my knees were only a couple of inches away from Frank’s and he was sitting forward, his eye-line fixed at the junction of my legs.
“Spread your legs apart.”
“No touching.”
“I’m not going to touch, okay? So spread them, sweetie. Show the fox the rabbit.”
I frowned at him. I wasn’t getting turned on by what was happening at all. Not like a few minutes ago. If he wanted to watch me cum again, I needed to be doing better than this. I didn’t protest any further, just shuffled my feet about six inches apart.
“A bit further, Penny. About treble that distance.”
That was really going to open me up to his close inspection, but I did as he asked, still wondering why I was holding my panties in my hand.
“Good girl. God, your pussy looks so nice, so juicy.”
I guessed that was residual from last time.
“Push your panties up into yourself.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Push your panties up into your pussy. Fill yourself with them.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
He chuckled. “Trust me on this. By the time they’re halfway in, you’ll know the answer for yourself.”
It was a bizarre request, and I couldn’t think of a single reason to do as he asked, other than I wasn’t going to allow him to do it to me. I took a deep breath and brought my hands down to my groin. I used my free hand to gently spread my pussy apart, then brought my other hand into play, touching my lips with the fabric.
“It’ll be easier if you get them damp first, so rub them against yourself as you do it.”
I slowly rubbed myself with my own underwear. Okay, it was pleasant, and mildly arousing, but nothing more than that.
“Push them in, slowly, slowly.”
I started to apply a little pressure and felt them slip between my parted outer lips. Just a little bit of the fabric, nothing more.
“Keep going, sweetie, keep going.”
I pushed a little more. Another bit of the garment slid into me. Now I could feel it, and the sensation changed. This was suddenly much more interesting. I shifted my stance a little, spreading my feet further apart, allowing myself to open a little more. I pushed again, and they slid over my inner lips. I gasped, the feeling was very different from anything else—fingers, cock, or whatever—but it was a good feeling. I kept pressing them in and it went from feeling good to feeling great.
“Just leave a tiny tab sticking out so you can pull them out again afterward.”
My breathing was getting ragged as the feelings from my pussy transmitted themselves through my body. I could feel my legs starting to tremble. It felt incredible. I felt full, but not in the normal way—in a very different way. Something soft and squishy was filling me, and I was loving it.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetie?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need my free hand anymore so I moved it behind my back and unclipped the bra which now felt constrictive. I stripped the cups down, leaving the garment hanging on my wrist, and started to feel and cup my breasts as I pushed the panties further and further inside me. I could hear myself moaning now, and it was obvious from the bulge in Frank’s jeans that he was loving it too. My panties had almost disappeared into my pussy now, that feeling of fullness spreading heat through my body. Without any other stimulation I had gone from zero to a hundred on the approaching orgasm scale in no time at all.
I watched Frank staring at me. My eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, and I desperately wanted that orgasm; that promised climax. I could see his hands moving in his lap and dropped my eye-line. He was in the process of unzipping his fly, and his movements held my gaze as he freed his cock and started stroking it, right there in front of me. I took a half-step back in shock, thinking he was about to put it to me—to rape me—but he made no move, just concentrated his attention on what my finger was doing, pushing all but the last portion of my underwear inside myself.
My legs wouldn’t hold me, the sudden weakness dropping me to the floor, and I rolled onto my back, my legs scissoring apart, allowing my hand to leave my panties where they were and concentrate instead on my clit.
“Come for me, sweetie. Cum for me, while I cum for you.”
“Stay where you are!” I forced the words out, not sure if I really meant them. Shame washed through me at the thoughts roiling through my head.
“No problem, sweetie. Just cum for me.”
He was jacking himself hard. If anything, it looked painful but I took his reassurance at face value and concentrated on my own pleasure. If he wanted to wank, then so be it. As long as he stayed where he was, I could get what I needed.
My hand viciously twisted my nipple then moved to the other one, while down below the panties moved within me every time I moved any part of my body. My finger and thumb had found my erect clit and pinched it. I groaned and moaned again, my hips churning on the carpet as everything seemed to retreat from my consciousness. All I could think about was my pussy, and the way it felt. God, I was so turned on, it was unreal.
I tried to lift my head to watch Frank. He hadn’t moved from the couch. His hand furiously stroked himself as he strained to reach the same level of release as I was trying for.
I heard him groan and realized he was cumming just from watching me. That was all it took to push me over the edge and I couldn’t watch him as I came. If anything, this time round was bigger than the previous one and everything seemed to grey out for a few moments.
When I regained control I was lying limply on my back, panting for breath, and Frank was looming over me.
“You did good, sweetie. Very good.”
“Go away.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going. We’ll do something different tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Oh yes, young lady, oh yes. Tomorrow I’ll wander down to your shop at around lunchtime. When you see me, I suggest you fake being poorly. Get your supervisor to send you home. Seeing as I’m your neighbor, I’ll volunteer to make sure you get home safely.”
“Not happening.”
“Yes it will, cupcake, yes it will. Tomorrow, instead of me coming here, you can come round to mine and we’ll have some fun and games. Don’t worry, I’ll let you go in plenty of time to text your boyfriend that you’re at home so for him to come straight round rather than meet you at the shop.”
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“I said…”
“I know what you said, but remember what I said. You know what to do when I get to the shop tomorrow.”
Then he stepped out of my view, and a few moments later I heard the front door open and close. He was gone.
Why the hell would I consider doing what he wanted tomorrow?
I struggled to a sitting position and reached down, slowly easing the sodden mess from my slit. The panties were just a black oozing ball of slime, as much my juices as the fabric itself. Disgusting, but I felt empty now they were out. I looked over at the couch and grimaced. He’d managed to spend himself in a tissue, but he’d left the balled-up tissue on the floor for me to dispose of.
Forcing myself to my feet, and keeping out of the direct line of sight from the street, I went to the kitchen and dropped the black underwear in the washer, then picked up his disgusting mess using only two fingers to hold it, and buried it in the half-full kitchen bin. I glanced at the clock, not even three o’clock yet. I had three hours to get myself sorted, get some work done, and get myself ready to see Gareth.
First things first, I wanted a long hot shower before deciding what to wear to see my boyfriend. I had plans for what would happen then.
Chapter 9
I tried to keep the shit-eating grin off my face as I knocked on Penny’s front door. It wasn’t easy. Last night had been great, tiring but great. Now I had the chance to do it all again, with my Penny. She hadn’t realized I’d seen her face just before I left—she’d had that dreamy smile there, and I knew what had put it there. The idea of her moving in with me on a permanent basis was a heady cocktail—it felt like I’d been drunk on it all day.
I briefly wondered if, somehow, during the day she’d changed her opinion, but I swept those doubts away as I heard her shout. “Come in, and lock it behind you.”
Once inside, I did as she asked, and almost walked past the stairs through to the lounge when I heard a throaty chuckle from above me. Looking up, I saw a flash of white toweling and then it was gone.
