Assisted Living Ch. 02

Chapter 2: Scandalous Student

It was strange, but I felt almost no guilt, only relief, grateful to Brie that we'd pulled off such a satisfying, unforgettable tryst in secret. We hadn't "cheated," but I really did wonder how she felt about it, because her manner, speech, facial expressions, and eyes never tipped her hand. All I could do was hope for the best, that she was fine with what happened, and maybe even had an orgasm, or would give herself one later.

After lunch, Brie continued with her cleaning with nary a word over the noise of the vacuum. The washer was running, too, and I wondered if she'd thrown her drenched panties in it, which would mean she was vacuuming with no panties on! Jesus! Or maybe she brought a clean pair with her. Anyway, after her laundry was dry Brie went home, presumably in clean panties, and Angie and I enjoyed the afternoon alone together.

During the next month, Angie and I got together each weekend as usual, for dinner, Jeopardy!, and a movie. Brie and her sister joined us a couple of times, and I noticed no awkwardness. Everyone seemed happy. Life was normal and good.

At the end of the month, again on a weekend, Angie arrived carrying groceries for dinner. About 5 minutes later Brie arrived for the monthly cleaning, hauling her bag of laundry. Her appearance was striking, with her face made up perfectly and an outfit that immediately raised a red flag.

She was smartly dressed in a thigh-length pleated tartan skirt, a white blouse, a forest-green jacket, saddle shoes and knee socks. The only thing missing from this classically erotic outfit was a school tie, the inclusion of which would have screamed, "Look at me, I'm a tart!" Minus a tie, the look was less slutty but still sexy. Almost classy, I guess. A good choice to catch the eye of a lustful male in search of a trophy wife.

It was hardly an age-appropriate outfit, much less one for cleaning house. Nevertheless, Brie tossed her laundry in the washer and started removing cleaning supplies from the cabinet, and I joined Angie in the kitchen, where she was unloading the groceries.

"Brie doesn't have a whole lot of time today," she told me. "She's got her 10-year class reunion, so she won't be joining us for dinner. She'll do some cleaning and then she'll run to her reunion dinner at the hotel, and then finish cleaning next weekend, okay?"

"Sure," I said, "No problem." Well, that explained the makeup and outfit. A 10-year class reunion puts her at about age 28 now, but her look tonight put her easily at 10 years younger. She rocked the barely legal look.

"She's hoping to snag an old high school beau she hopes is now a fireman," Angie smiled. I'll start fixing dinner now, so, scoot!"

I walked back to the living room and sat on the couch, at the scene of last month's crime of passion. I started watching the news with the TV on "mute" and closed-captions on while music played on the FM radio. But music and news was not my main focus.

Brie had removed her jacket and was already at work, standing on the step-stool and stretching high to wipe the glass of a display case with a microfiber cloth. In doing so she seemed unaware that the hem of her skirt now threatened to reveal her panties. The expanse of bare thighs, almost to her ass, was striking, and I felt my cock surge in response. I sat there in awe. I glanced towards the kitchen but was satisfied that Angie couldn't see me as she prepared our meal. Angie called out as she worked.

"Brie, I told Dan about your reunion. It's fun, isn't it, dressing in your old uniform? I can't believe it still fits you so well! You look like you just graduated! You'll be the belle of the ball!"

"Thanks, Mom, but I do worry that the skirt is way too short for me now. It was too short back in the day. I hope it doesn't make me look... you know... cheap."

"No, not at all! You look classy! Doesn't she, Dan?

"Sure does!" I called out. Not cheap, clearly. Top shelf, rather. I'd think "suggestive" before choosing the word "classy," but "top dollar" fits pretty well, too. Certainly not for the budget-minded, this expensive jail-bait look.

"It reminds me of some trouble you had on the first day of school," Angie continued. "That was back when you were in your rebellious, provocative phase. Didn't one of your teachers notice you in class, and he made it clear he was disturbed by your behavior? Teachers had more power back then."

"Yes, that's right!" Brie called back as she wiped the high glass. I watched her ass as it swayed from side to side as she wiped, the loose hem of her skirt also swaying in unison with her movements, alternately revealing different views of her thighs. I couldn't see a bra strap through the back of her thin white blouse. "My algebra teacher in my senior year is the one you mean."

I couldn't quite see her panties, so I still wasn't sure if Brie was planning another encounter. Meantime, her thighs looked delicious, and I was perfectly content with that! It was almost like watching an R-rated movie in 3D. I fantasized about kissing the back of her thighs and sticking my head under her skirt as she stood on that stool until I reached her panties. I started to manipulate my hardening cock through my pants as I stared at Brie's bare thighs and covered ass. She continued wiping.

"It was the first day of school in my last semester, and I was wiping the blackboard just before class started, when most of us were still taking our seats. I was wearing my new skirt, this one, as a matter of fact, which is shorter than my old one from the previous year. It showed a bit too much of my legs, 'cuz the teacher stopped me and sat on his desk facing away from the class and he told me to come closer so he could speak to me so the others couldn't hear. It was then that he told me my skirt was too short to wipe the blackboard, and he made me return to my seat. I was mortified!"

"Right, I remember. Well, he did you a favor, didn't he, sweetie?" Angie replied. I could hear her chopping veggies. "He didn't want your modesty compromised. He saved you some possible embarrassment."

"Um, yeah, maybe, but he was the one who embarrassed me and I was put off by his tone. He came across as... um... overly concerned, almost prudish. He didn't even thank me for volunteering for backboard duty. I decided to see if I could shake him up, just to let him know I wasn't a wallflower who would cower under his orders. So, while empty seats were still available I changed mine to the front row, so I'd be in plain sight for the rest of the semester, to remind him of our first day."

Brie stepped down from the stool. Still facing away from me, she bent at the waist and supported herself with one hand on the stool, and with her other hand she carefully, slowly poured some water from a jug into a measuring cup on the floor. It could not have been a more perfectly erotic sight at that moment, and she generously took her time at her task. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at how her baby-blue nylon panties cradled the visible lower half of her divine ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt.

The panties looked to be a size too small, leaving bare an adorable bulge of lower ass flesh, the very ass I'd groped a month earlier. It was then that I realized Brie was fully aware. No woman would be that oblivious, especially a fashion model who probably heard mention of my former fashion and glamour photography. But her "innocent" act was the spice to an exciting tease.

I stared at her ass as my cock grew to full length in my pants. I kneaded it through my pants, remembering vividly how I had exposed it at her request and jerked off while she apparently enjoyed the show. If any opportunity were to present itself for a reprise this was it. I unzipped, daring myself to stroke and squeeze it with my fingers through my open zipper, only about 12 feet from her. I was still a little embarrassed about what she might think about a man of my age playing with himself over her! But I reminded myself of how wet she'd gotten during our first encounter, and the long time she was now holding her provocative pose for me.

"Yes, I think I do remember this story," Angie said as I heard her pull out some cookware from the cupboard. "As I recall, you got your revenge for his boorish treatment of you, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah," Brie replied as she was completing her task of pouring, "It took a few weeks of working on him before I got results." After a full minute of flashing her ass in panties, Brie finally turned towards me. She kept her eyes looking downward at her work, and never looked at me. She leaned down to empty the measuring cup into a shallow pan. Then she opened a bottle of floor cleaner, and squatted down and carefully poured some cleaner into the measuring cup on the floor. It was this position that slayed me. It was another heart-stopping sight, one with a new angle and incredible effect!

In her squat, Brie kept her legs open, and her skirt draped over them, well short of her knees and falling to either side, giving me a salacious view between her legs. Her full pussy lips in the tight crotch of her thin blue panties formed a pouch that bulged down from between her thighs, and I loved how unmistakably female it looked. No question, I wanted her. I wanted to explore that pouch, to sniff it, lick it, and yes, fuck it, even if only with my fingers. I was hooked, I wanted to fuck my partner's daughter! Jesus, she was so sexy!

I could wait no longer, I unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my raging, leaking cock, choosing to believe that Brie not only wouldn't be shocked, but probably expected it. I hoped that she'd even like it, although she hadn't given me any request or explicit signal. She hadn't even looked at me since she started cleaning. I started to openly masturbate at the sight she was giving me. It was almost beyond my control.

"Remind me, honey," Angie called out, "how did you go about it, again? I'm not sure you ever told me, actually."

"You're right," Brie said as she poured the floor cleaner into the pan to mix with the water, "I never did tell you how I fixed his wagon. I didn't think you'd approve at all, so I kept it a secret."

"That sounds intriguing!" Angie replied. "Do tell, won't you? It was 10 years ago, so who cares now, right?"

"Well, you can imagine how I teased him from my front-row seat. I could see the shock in his eyes the first time. For weeks, I watched his face as he lectured the class, and he really did try to ignore the views I gave him, but he peeked plenty of times when he thought I wasn't aware. Finally, he told me to stay after class one day, and the look on his face warned me he was not in a good mood. It might have been the extra-sexy panties I wore that day. When he closed the door after everyone else had gone, he looked angry. I decided I wasn't going to let him admonish me again, so I turned the tables on him."

Brie stopped stirring the cleaning mixture and dipped the floor cleaning pad into it and swirled it. I stared at the sexy sight of her splayed legs and sped up my stroking, imagining she was sitting on my face, then bouncing her cunt on my cock with gusto!

"How did you accomplish that, honey?" Angie called out. "Did you take the offensive first, as a good defense? Did you admonish him for sexual harassment, for always peeking up your skirt?"

"No, I figured I couldn't win with the "what a poor victim am I" angle, considering. Like, it was almost instinct, I got aggressive. When he sat in his chair behind his desk, I just walked up and sat on his desk, right in front of him like I owned the place."

Brie stood up and walked over to the armchair at the left end of the coffee table, sat down and looked directly at my eyes, and I paused my stroking in my uncertainty. She looked down at my cock and I quickly scanned her from neck to knees, noting the stiff nipples of her braless breasts poking into her shirt, and her lovely thighs, which she had crossed when she sat down.

Brie's prim body language and blank expression gave me no encouraging signal to continue, so I only held my cock in my hand and slowly stroked while I looked at her eyes, chest and legs, and back to her chest, where her nipples were the most visible sexual attraction at the moment. I felt she was enjoying her power to excite me, watching me in my lust for her. I shouldn't have been surprised, but she stunned me again by unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it open, baring both tits to my eager eyes. They were delightful handfuls and I imagined sucking her nipples as I steadily stroked my cock. I was once again encouraged.

"What happened? What did you say? What did he say? Don't keep us hanging!" Angie asked.

Brie leaned back in the armchair and uncrossed her legs, and spread them wide, her hands playing with her tits. It was such a teasing move because her pleated skirt fell between her thighs and hid her panties from my view. She paused for effect, then, slipping her tongue between her teeth in a slight smile, she lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the chair in a spread-eagle pose and pulled the front of her skirt to her waist.

My jaw dropped. The whole bottom half of her panties was darkly wet! I could easily see the outline of the petals of her inner pussy lips flared open, the nubbin of her clit under the material, and the puffy outer lips of her pussy framing her saturated center. My eyes bounced wildly between Brie's crotch, her tits and her eyes, as I started jerking off with abandon. She was a fuck goddess!

"Well," Brie finally replied as she watched me, "Before he could say anything I spread my legs wide as I sat on his desk and asked him if he liked my panties today," and she smiled at me.

"You did what?!" Angie shouted. "Dan, close your ears, you didn't just hear my daughter say that! What did he do, you naughty girl?"

My eyes were riveted to the huge wet spot between this babe's legs and I pumped my cock hard, imagining my face buried there. It wasn't lost on me that, at the time of the encounter she was telling us about, she actually was barely legal! I could only imagine the virtual heart attack Brie had caused her teacher.

"Well, he just stared between my legs in shock, so I knew I was on the right track. Then I asked him something like, "sir, you make me so wet, would you like to sniff my panties? Would you, please, sniff me?"

I was shocked and extremely aroused.

"Brie, I never thought I'd hear words like that from your mouth, much less picture you in that position! Dan, I hope you're not too shocked, you haven't decided to go outside, have you?"

"Ahh, no, it's okay, I'm not a prude like that teacher was," I managed to say as I kept pumping my cock.

"Well, I trust this story has a happy ending, with Brie getting her way. Honey, what happened next? What did he say to your question?"

With a Mona Lisa smile, Brie played with her breasts and nipples as she watched me with her legs wide open, a reminder that the show she was giving me was even hotter than the one she gave her teacher years ago.

"He didn't say anything, but he finally nodded a "yes" as he stared between my legs like a deer in the headlights." She dropped one hand to the wet spot on her panties and started to poke and stroke it, and rub her clit through the soaking material. "So, when he didn't move, I reached over and put my hand on his head to gently pull him toward me. I could feel him resist a little, and I didn't want to be too forceful and scare him into changing his mind. I just wanted him to feel needed, to disarm him. "Please, sir," I whispered to him, and he finally scooted his chair closer to the desk, and I knew I'd won. A few seconds later I felt his nose in my panties, and I just whispered to him, "Sniff me!"

She licked her lips, formed a loose fist with her other hand and jerked it fast, back and forth near her crotch while staring at me, a clear encouragement for me to jerk off for her, and I imagined sniffing her and squirting my cum all over her panty crotch once again. She was going to make me come soon, I had no doubt. I quickly glanced towards the kitchen again in a panic, even though I knew we were out of Angie's sight, and I could hear she was busy cooking.

"Well, I guess he met his match with you, didn't he?" Angie chimed in from the kitchen. "He didn't have a leg to stand on once he accepted your invitation. He had no more defense, nor offense, for that matter, ha!"

"No, that's right, I had no more trouble from him, and my final grade obviously reflected his appreciation," Brie called out.

I wondered if she had him do anything more than just sniff her panties to gain his appreciation.

As I jerked faster and watched her diddle herself fast and hard through her wet panties I imagined being in her teacher's position, feeling her hand on the back of my head, pulling my face closer into her crotch until my nose pressed deeply into her wet spot, feeling the wetness and heat of her cunt underneath. I imagined slipping both my hands under her ass to fondle her cheeks and eat her pussy through her panties like a madman. I imagined her whispering encouragements to me, and feeling her thighs closing around my head, and then her bottom cheeks tightening, undulating and jerking in my hands as she sighs and huffs through her orgasm.

I knew I was going to cum now.

I quickly grabbed a throw-pillow from the couch and placed it under the head of my cock, like I intended to do a month earlier. Brie nodded, her mouth wide open, her fingers busy on her panties. I started to spurt, and kept coming as Brie watched my semen streak and pool in gooey white blobs on the pillow. I imagined my sexy student holding my head firmly in place while I leaned into her from my chair at my desk, mindlessly nuzzling and licking her panty crotch, recovering from my ecstasy.

A full minute passed as we watched each other, our breath slowing, and our once-busy hands resting in place. I was almost sure that she, too, had an orgasm. I smiled at her and she grinned and stuck her tongue out at me between her teeth.

"Hey Mom!" Brie called out and stood up from her armchair, "I haven't finished cleaning but I've gotta run to my dinner at the hotel or I'll be late! I'm just gonna toss my laundry in the dryer and pick it up on my way home tonight, if that's okay with you, Dan. I'll vacuum later this week, if that's okay, too."

"Sure!" I nodded, still recovering on my couch, and she disappeared down the hall to the laundry room to transfer her clothes from the washer to the dryer.

"Okay, dear, have a good time! Hope you meet a fireman! Dan, our dinner's ready!" announced Angie. I quickly stood up and pulled my pants up, my leaking cock safe once again inside my underwear.

"Okay, be right there!" I replied, and quickly carried the cum-covered pillow towards the laundry room. Brie blocked my path on her way out. Locking her eyes on mine, she reached under her skirt and pulled her disgraced panties down her legs and off her feet, and handed them to me with a smirk. Laden as they were, wringing-wet, they actually felt heavy, and I quickly stuffed them into my pants pocket, whispering a "thank you, so much!" before heading down the hall.

By the time I finished removing the pillow cover and throwing it in the washer, Brie had gathered and stowed the cleaning gear, none of which she used much today, as I walked into the kitchen to get a plate.

Brie called out a "see you later" and I heard her open the front door. I quickly stepped out of the kitchen to catch her exit and wished her a nice reunion. She smiled and thanked me and blew me a kiss as she walked out the door, wearing no panties under that naughty schoolgirl skirt. It made me want to fuck her. I knew for sure that men at her reunion would think about fucking her, and that she would know it, as any hottie like her knows it. I wondered if she had spare panties in her car. I wondered if Brie intended to give me any more secret reasons to jerk off, but I reminded myself not to expect it, even as I fingered her drenched panties in my pocket before sitting down to eat with her mom.

But I also reminded myself that I needed to place a box of Kleenex near the couch. Brie's next cleaning was due in a month.

"Wow," Angie said as she spooned some veggies onto her plate, "Brie really had that teacher over a barrel, which was unusual back then, when teachers had so much power. These days no male teacher would be caught dead behind a closed door with a female student. No telling what kind of trouble girls might cause teachers now, or teachers cause themselves, especially in the era of the iPhone."

"Right!" I said, "You said it!" my eyebrows raised in agreement as I nodded.

Soon after dinner, the dryer stopped turning and Angie headed there to start loading Brie's empty bag with her dry laundry for her to pick up later. I panicked with the possibility she'd check the washer for any missed item like a sock. I grabbed a couple of dish rags from the kitchen and joined her in the hope I could preclude such a search by throwing the rags in the washer on top of the cum-covered pillow cover. I chatted about school reunions to distract her, but she never tried to check the washer, so I soon breathed easier.

On the assumption Brie's return could be very late, Angie set the bag of clean laundry near the front door and left for home. I didn't hear or see Brie later before I went to bed, but the bag was gone in the morning.