Assisted Living Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Dubious Discipline

Brie waited to vacuum until the next time Angie came over about a week later, and I returned her panties that I washed the day before, after days of enjoying them. She quickly stuffed them into her pocket and left us shortly after vacuuming, again blowing me a kiss.

During the following weeks I wasn't aware of any discomfort or awkwardness between any of us. We got together twice for dinner at my house and everything seemed normal, with not even a "look" in Brie's eyes. I was back to thinking that there'd be no more teasing, and I was fine with that. I could be happy with the memories, with no more intrigue, panic or worry.

At the end of the month, Angie and I were sitting on my couch watching TV when Brie pulled into the driveway for her scheduled cleaning. My heart skipped a beat on the chance another wonderful encounter was forthcoming, but I was anxious about it, too. It seemed to me that we were pushing our luck, getting away with something that could bring the house down like a pack of cards if her mother caught us.

I had butterflies in my stomach about what Brie might be wearing today. I was half-hoping for jeans and a t-shirt, just to be safe and relaxed. On the other hand, if Brie flashed me her panties, I'd be more than willing to look. And after all, she could just pull down her pants to show them to me, if she had the notion. That would be pretty hot, actually, the more I thought about it. Hmm...

Brie walked in with her laundry bag over her shoulder, wearing a low-cut, white cotton "peasant dress" that was longer than the schoolgirl skirt from a month earlier, reaching almost to her knees, which relaxed my butterflies a bit. Still, just the fact she wore a dress instead of jeans or shorts, I knew the potential for trouble again was high. I could already feel my adrenaline level rise, not to mention my heart rate.

After dropping her bag in the laundry room she joined us to watch Jeopardy! until it was over, so as not to interfere when she cleaned, and then started chatting as she got to work. I switched the TV to "mute" and started playing music, settling in for the live show of Brie in cleaning mode. I saw "The Big Bang Theory" was on TV and realized Brie more closely resembled Kaley Cuoco than Sara Foster in "The Big Bounce." The Blonde Babes, all three of them, anyway.

Brie's dress revealed her thighs when she would bend, stretch or squat in her cleaning tasks, but her panties never came close to peeking out at me or her mother, thank goodness. The low-cut neck was more distracting, revealing generous cleavage in a low-cut bra, and what lovely twins she had down there!

The cotton of her dress was thin enough to reveal her bikini panty line when she bent forward or squatted, as I surreptitiously, noticed. I always tried to avoid even glancing at Brie's ass or tits while Angie was present, but today I was finding it difficult. Angie, though, seemed oblivious about Brie's attire as we chatted and glanced between the TV and Brie.

Half-way into "Big Bang" Angie donned her headphones and went to the kitchen to start dinner, leaving me to leer at Brie with complete abandon. And apparently Brie knew it, although she never let on, which I loved. The "innocent" act was a turn-on.

Now, I heartily feel that a woman's sex appeal includes her way of moving across a room, so photographs inherently will never capture an important part of her beauty. Brie clearly knew this as fact, which she demonstrated. A minute after her mom started in the kitchen, Brie once again took my breath away with simple, seemingly innocent movements, this time holding no poses that her mother might see as provocative. She was a work of art in motion.

She got up from the living room floor and walked as naturally as you please, carrying Windex and a cloth, about 30 feet across the living and dining rooms. Her trek lasted less than 10 seconds from left to right, ending at the west windows, which are in full view of the kitchen, I might add. I watched the bounce and jiggle of her tits under her dress as she went by, admiring their full, proud appearance in a flimsy bra that was barely there.

Watching her walk from behind was even better. The thin, loose dress revealed that her panties weren't any tighter than her bra, allowing the cheeks of her ass to jiggle as if she wore no panties at all. But the dress was also white, and I was able to see the bikini line of her loose, white cotton panties underneath, with tiny pink and blue flowers all over them. The view hinted at where the cleft was between her jiggling cheeks as she walked, echoing the feel I had of them in my hand two months earlier when I explored them through her skirt.

But watching her at the windows was the best. As she stood wiping the glass, the rays of the setting sun shone through her thin, white cotton dress and gloriously revealed a full body silhouette! I could easily see the shape of her full tits, her hourglass hips and shapely legs with a two-finger gap between her thighs, and her bikini panties covering the swell of her ass and the pouch of her pussy! I could even gauge how the waistband of her panties, as loose as it was, indented her flesh just a little, an effect I love because it hints at the firmness of her hips and ass. It was so much sexier than being naked, as my instantly hard cock proved!

It was like an out-of-body experience. It hit me at that moment what a devilish siren, what a genius-level cock-tease she was. I felt sure that she knew her mother wouldn't even notice because Angie, though not more than a dozen feet away, would see her daughter only from the side, which reduced the silhouette effect of the light rays enough to escape attention, especially as Angie was busy making dinner with headphones on, further assurance she was too distracted to notice the tease.

It was enough to make a grown man cry. My eyes bugged out, gobbling up the stunning vision of this angel from heaven. It made me wish my camera was handy. This was not an image to be forgotten from history. It was the sort of glamour shot I used to love to take, a couple of which hit magazine covers years ago.

I suddenly realized my iPhone was on a side table within easy reach, but I hadn't asked Brie's permission and I didn't want to betray her trust. Instead, I was content to burn this image into my brain while I could, and I luxuriated in watching her and slowly stroking my cock in my pants for a good five minutes as she moved from one end of the windows to the other, her hips and tits wiggling as she wiped the glass. I could have kissed her for her sexy mind, and the rampant response she inspired in me. I wondered how long she'd planned this, timing it perfectly with the sun's position in the sky.

As the setting sun's rays became less intense Brie finally finished wiping the windows and returned to the living room, without looking at me, as was her method. She picked up some other cleaning supplies and started cleaning on her hands and knees. The music was playing on the stereo, but the house was too quiet.

With my hand still inside my zipper, I decided to break the silence in hopes it would spur Brie into telling more about her sex life, even if it only helped me to jerk off in private to the memory of her sexy silhouette. I thought maybe last month's schoolgirl outfit had gotten her laid, for instance, and maybe she'd at least confirm it, which would provide more jerk-off fodder even without details.

"By the way, Brie," I said, "I never heard how the reunion went last month. Was your outfit a hit?"

"Oh, yes, Brie, tell Dan about your reunion!" Angie chimed in, apparently having removed her headphones. Brie never stopped cleaning and didn't look at me when she replied, apparently concentrating on her work.

"Well," she said, "The dinner was good, and I enjoyed seeing my former classmates and reminiscing, and from the looks I got, my outfit definitely made an impression. The women seemed less positive about it, as I expected. The married men didn't spend much time talking with me beyond the initial "Oh, yeah, I remember you, hope you're doing well!" It reminded me that a lot of the girls back then thought of me as a threat. The single men, of course, were the most friendly."

"So, did you feel like it was a success?" I asked, which was code for, Did you get laid? I was interested either way: a positive answer would provide me fantasies of her having sex, and a negative answer would suggest she was still crawling the walls since her last breakup, which could be promising for more "encounter." with me. How she actually replied was more nuanced than I expected.

"Well, overall I guess I'd call it interesting, since it was my first reunion, so I'm glad I went. I had some good conversations, and I did chat with my old boyfriend from those days, who's still single and good-looking, so it was nice to see him. He complimented me on my outfit, too. But he lives out of state now, so that kind of put a damper on things."

"Oh, sorry to hear that," I said. So, she's probably still horny. Hmmm...

"Thanks. But I did meet another guy there I liked. I didn't know him in school but he was nice, and we got along."

Oh, so... maybe she did get laid? Not horny now?

"Good," I said, "I'm sure you'll get a second date and a third."

"Thanks, but I'm still waiting for the first, and it's been a month and he hasn't called, so I'm not holding my breath."

Okay, so Brie could very well be crawling the walls by now. Tonight might get interesting, way before bedtime.

"It was probably the setting," she continued. "When we were young and immature it was easier to get someone interested just by flirting and, you know... flashing. But wearing that school uniform this time, in the hotel with so many alumni, I felt less inclined to use it like I used to, you know? Like I need to showcase my other qualities, and that takes more time than a reunion dinner. Quite a contrast to the shenanigans I used to pull around guys back then, which got plenty of results, anytime, anywhere. I gotta admit, once I turned 18 and a college already admitted me, I was pretty provocative, almost compulsively, like I had no more reason to hold back."

"I'll say!" Angie chimed in from the kitchen. "She drove all the guys crazy. She would use that outfit as her not-so-secret weapon, and not just on boys and that algebra teacher. She often teased her father's friends, and they would get so obviously uncomfortable, her dad would get so mad he'd spank her for it, you know."

"Yeah, he did," Brie admitted as she kept wiping the floor, "but it didn't do much good. Teasing grown men was way too much fun to stop back then, and the truth was that it excited me, and I think Daddy knew it, but his pride and protectiveness overrode his sympathy."

Still on her hands and knees, she turned half-way back towards me as she cleaned and I got a deep view of delicious cleavage jiggling in that low-cut bra. I could feel my lust surge in response, imagining what her breast would feel like if I cupped and squeezed it in my hand, or even pulled off her bra and sucked her nipple.

"He sat on my bed and spanked me." Brie turned away again in her cleaning. "He lectured me and swatted my bottom over my panties, if you can believe it! I think he was clueless about how to spank a daughter, and he felt pretty awkward trying to do it at my age."

Brie paused her cleaning and stretched to relieve her back, using a yoga position called "Child's Pose" that I also use several times a week. It works great, but I know for a fact her version is sexier. I could not tear my eyes away from her ass as I imagined the pleasure of spanking her enticing form, even through her panties, which I could see through the gauzy cotton dress pulled taut across her ass. I wondered how old she was when she lost her virginity, and if she was a virgin when her dad spanked her, and how hard he swatted her ass.

"Her father and I argued a lot over him spanking her, which I was against," Angie said. "I advocated privilege restrictions instead, but he wouldn't hear of it, and I didn't know what to do. It got to be quite a problem."

Still kneeling in the yoga position, keeping her head down between her arms that were stretched forward on the floor, Brie lifted her hips off her heels, presenting her full ass to my admiring eyes, and paused in the much-loved yoga "Fuck Me" pose. The view was riveting, her bikini panty line now much more prominent under her dress.

"Spanking me wasn't the worst part," she continued, "It was always less painful than I feared, and I actually didn't mind it after a while, like a good kinda hurt, you know? But Daddy figured out after a few times that it wasn't punishment enough."

I could imagine how frustrating it was for a father, to realize spanking his daughter wasn't stopping her naughty behavior. I could also imagine what he was thinking every time his hand contacted that hot panty-clad ass of hers and realizing she might even like it. I wondered if he ever got hard while spanking her, and if Brie ever noticed, and if that influenced either of them.

"He finally told me sternly, "If spanking you in your underwear isn't teaching you, it's time I employed other measures." I was afraid he would start using a paddle or a belt, so I told Mom what he said. I was 18, a legal adult! Can you imagine? I would have left if he tried."

"How old were you when he started spanking you?" I asked, but Angie chimed in before Brie could answer.

"He never touched her while she was growing up, but when she started teasing his friends in plain sight he felt he couldn't let it slide since she was still living under his roof. She was already 18 when he first started swatting her bottom. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"

Yeah, I'd say so, spanking his adult daughter for cock-teasing his friends! "How often did he do it?" I asked out loud to anyone who might answer.

By this time, Brie had stopped her yoga stretches and returned to cleaning on hands and knees. My cock loved how she kept her cleavage or her ass in my view.

"Well," Angie again replied quickly, "he would have done it more often if I'd told him every time her school called me about her lack of modesty. He spanked her several times that year, mostly in the summer months when she wore as little as possible. She'd wear her string bikini while sunbathing, and it was almost comical to watch her dad's friends ogling her. But I never thought she deserved a spanking just because men couldn't stop leering at her."

"They were easy to tease," said Brie as I watched her ass wiggle while she polished the floor, "Since they were right there at the house, so I could change into anything I wanted in my room. They'd wear sunglasses to hide their stares, but I could always tell from the way they'd try to hide the front of their pants, and it felt so exciting for little ole me to be able to cause so much... reaction."

I could easily picture myself on their lawn, having a beer with her dad and being rock-hard at the sight of her in a bikini as she flipped around on a beach towel.

"I felt uncomfortable for her," Angie said, "but only because I knew her father would get angry and take it out on her, not because I faulted her. I tried to tell him it was his friends' problem, not hers, but he wouldn't listen. I finally told him that if he used a paddle or a belt on her I'd divorce him and she would disown him."

"Well, Mom, maybe I did cross the line one time. I never told you about this because it was so naughty. You know that time I was sunbathing in the back yard in my bikini while Daddy and two friends of his were playing cards on the deck? His friends were stealing looks at me and I teased them by turning over more than usual and showing them my body from various angles. I got so excited, and I finally had to go back into the house when I noticed that my... excitement had become too visible. If it were just my... my hard nipples poking into my top I wouldn't have cared, but the light blue color of my bikini showed my... well, it couldn't hide stains very well, if you know what I mean."

I got it, teasing those men got her so hot her crotch showed an obvious wet spot, which drove those guys crazy. I knew how they must have felt. And I can imagine her father getting pretty mad seeing how his buddies were panting for his daughter like dogs in heat. Those card games must have been pretty slow.

"Oh, honey," Angie said, "you didn't cross any line, it was just a natural, involuntary response that your body had. Civilized men can handle that, and your father was wrong to spank you for it."

"But that's not the line I crossed, Mom. I went right to my room and, you know, took care of myself in my bikini, which made it even wetter. Well, after I changed I carried my bikini back down to the guest bathroom and hung both the top and bottom on the towel rack as if I'd put them there to dry. I knew Daddy wouldn't see them in there, but I was curious how his friends would react.

I could see where this was going. What a clever tease! I fingered my hard cock with more intent, thinking how wet her pussy must have been to stain that bikini. I was beginning to worry that my own leaking pre-cum might start showing through my pants.

"And when I went to retrieve them I noticed my top was in the same position, but the bottom was definitely moved, and the wet stain was lighter but still there. So that was kinda sexy to think about, knowing a grown man was interested in my wet spot. I wondered how interested, but I didn't find any used tissues.

"Well, it turns out, by that time, Daddy had overheard his friends talking about "Brie's hot bikini in the bathroom," so he'd taken a look for himself. That night he spanked my bare ass for the first time. He was pretty mad."

"Oh, my," said Angie, "I didn't know about that, your dad never mentioned it to me. You were a naughty girl, weren't you? But that's still no excuse for what he did. Corporal punishment, even by parents, stopped being acceptable in the seventies. And you were an adult!"

All three of those guys had taken a sniff, guaranteed. Mother Nature demands it. I'm sure it's why Brie's father never mentioned the incident to Angie, he didn't want her wondering if he'd sniffed, too, which he would lie about, of course. Few can resist those conditions, in privacy, and when it's someone like Brie, how could they walk away? I bet she lost her virginity at the junior prom, that would have been the norm. Cock-teasing at 18? I'll bet she actually fucked like a mink at 18.

"Yeah, well," Brie replied, "that stunt I pulled tipped the scales for him, he never spanked me in my panties again. But like I said, spanking wasn't the worst of it, with or without panties. The worst of the punishment was the embarrassment I felt from the other stuff he did and what he made me do, too."

Well, that sounded pretty disturbing. My mind raced, wondering what her father made his adult daughter do, other than hold still for a spanking. Should it be considered assault and battery? Domestic violence? Or was she legally a consenting adult who got sexual pleasure when her father's hand contacted her ass, and when she felt his hard-on poking up against her? No way was there any incest involved, right?

"Yikes, I'm sure Dan's thinking the worst, now, Brie. Your father wasn't a saint, but wasn't a criminal, either. He was just old-fashioned and late to adopt modern morals. Just so Dan doesn't misunderstand, you should explain. Can you talk about what embarrassed you? I'm sure he's concerned now, aren't you, Dan?"

I raised my eyebrows, pursed my lips and nodded, saying "Yeah, of course," and Brie glanced back at me. Still on her hands and knees with her ass pointed towards me, she saw where I was staring, and I smiled a supporting, concerned smile.

"Well, okay," Brie sighed, "if you really want to know, I guess it's less embarrassing to talk about it now than it was to live it back then," and she stood up and walked over to me. "Just so you don't get the wrong idea." I knew immediately she had another "encounter" in mind, and my heart jumped.

Out of instinct, even though the effort was silly by then, I tried to hide my obvious erection in my pants with my forearms. But I noticed that Brie's eyes never even glanced at it as she stepped behind the coffee table. Then, when maneuvering over to me, she only looked down to navigate the space between the couch and the table. Then she turned her back to me and stepped over my legs until she was standing right in front of me, blocking my view of the TV. Her ass was at eye-level, maybe two feet away, so close that I saw the flowers of her panties showing through her dress.

"Okay," said Angie, "I don't need to hear the gory details all over again, they just upset me. If you don't mind I'm going to put on my headphones and listen to music. Let me know when you're done with the story."

My knees were almost touching the back of Brie's legs, which were touching the edge of the coffee table.

"So, anyway," she said, "for my first spanking, he sat on my bed and made me bend over his lap, and it sounds ridiculous now, but he spanked me on my dress, which he soon figured out wasn't cutting it. The next time, I found myself over his lap he pulled up my dress and spanked me on my panties, which really embarrassed me, being the first time for that. But after a couple of times he switched to a technique he liked better."

To my shock and joy, Brie grabbed the hem at the back of her skirt and lifted it to her waist, revealing her glorious butt in her cute bikini panties. It was the first direct, clear look I'd gotten yet! Brie was ten years older than her college days, but these flower-speckled panties looked like something a young teen might wear. Far from being snug, they draped so charmingly on her curves, and looked well worn, like a favorite go-to pair she couldn't bear to throw away. No thong could ever look so comfortable or complement her hips and ass cheeks so perfectly. And so sexy for her to show me!

I felt my lust surge as I stared at her ass, reminding me I needed to keep my pre-cum from staining my pants. I could feel that my leaking cock had already made my briefs and groin wet.

"He started making me lift my dress and wait for my punishment, sometimes for a long time. I was so ashamed to show my panties to him like that."

I was shocked: Her father making his daughter do this? And I was titillated: It was like she was giving a private "dance" in a strip club. I'm guessing. Did doing this for her father make her wet? Did it make him hard?

"He'd make me bend over and he'd spank me on my panties, and I tried to make him think that it hurt more than it did. Showing my panties to him was worse than the swatting he gave me, especially when he made me open my legs as I was bending over with my hands on my knees. I knew he had an embarrassing view from his seat on the bed."

Brie bent over and stuck out her ass. Her dress hanging around her waist, she supported herself with her hands on her knees and opened her legs, and the outline of her pussy was stunning, with a wet spot in the middle the size of a quarter. It was all I could do to resist reaching out and fondling her ass, which I knew would feel exquisite in those barely-there girly panties. I wanted to lean forward, pry apart those world-class ass cheeks and sniff and nuzzle her wet spot, imagining how excited her father must have been to see his daughter like this, even if she hadn't been wet at all.

By now I knew Brie expected it, and I pulled my hard cock out in the open. Leaking as I was, I had to be careful about dripping on my pants, so I pulled them down below my balls, confident I could pull them up quickly in an emergency. Seeing and feeling my hand stroking my hard, naked cock and Brie's panty-framed ass provocatively displayed just above it was making my head swim, and my pre-cum was streaming down my shaft. I started a more firm stroking as my eyes devoured the mouth-watering sight, like a parched man eyeing a tall glass of water.

"For the punishment routine Daddy would ask me if I were sorry for what I did, and when I told him "yes" he'd make me ask for him to spank me. So, I asked him, "Please spank me, Daddy, I've been a bad girl, I deserve a spanking. He'd start to spank me, but only lightly, as if he were afraid of hurting me."

I listened to her and stared at her panty-clad ass and pussy, and now I was seriously masturbating, even as conflicted as I was: Her father was obviously born a century late, and Brie's story and presentation was devilishly effective in bringing out the lust in me.

"Please, Daddy," she repeated, "please spank me." And then, there was that sexy, exaggerated sway of her ass again, as if saying, Hey, I'm getting impatient!

It finally dawned on me what she wanted, what I was expected to do. She wanted me to spank her! Oh my God, I was so stunned, but so turned on I couldn't refuse her request. I used my free hand and swatted a little love-tap on her panties, unsure of myself. I'd never seriously spanked anyone before!

But instantly I could see the benefit, at least for the spanker. My love-swat on her ass caused her springy cheek to jiggle under those little-girl panties, just for an instant, clearly showing the resilience of her flesh. It was a revelation! I was in awe of the result, and did the same to the other cheek, which charmingly mimicked its twin in response. The effect suggested what her ass cheeks would do if she were being rammed with a cock from behind. Now I knew what all the fuss was about in the Victorian era.

I was hooked! I considered my fortune and resolved to sit on this couch and do this as often as she allows.

"Each time he swatted me, at a slow, steady pace, he'd do it a little harder. When he thought it was enough he'd pause and make me wait for more or dismiss me, and sometimes I waited for minutes."

Stroking my leaking hard-on slowly and steadily with my right hand I swatted her panties a little harder with my left, one swat on each cheek, and the greater jiggle effect was even more fun, if that were possible. I suddenly panicked a little at the sound of the slaps on Brie's ass, having to reassure myself that her mother still had headphones on. I decided the slapping sound was more muted by her panties than I feared, so I took my chances and gave her a series of spanks, each a little harder than the one before, about a half-dozen per cheek. I never tired of it, this delightful "discipline."

I was fascinated that she held herself in that position so submissively, and patiently took each spank with no more word from her, for a full minute. The quarter-size wet spot on her panties had grown, and the thin cotton material had become almost transparent. I could even see little blonde pubic hairs through the wet cotton and peeking out of the leg bands. I could smell her. I imagined giving her head from behind. I was so hard.

I felt like we were at a crossroads, with me, her mom's partner, on the verge of crossing a big line with oral sex while her mom was fixing us dinner within earshot! What the hell were we doing? I rationalized that I was accepting an undeniable invitation from one consenting adult to another, that it was harmless, victimless. Brie's obviously wet pussy looked and smelled irresistible in those innocent-looking panties, and I was too aroused to pass up maybe the one chance I had to experience the closest thing to her sitting on my face. I'd probably never get to fuck her, but the feel and smell of her aroused pussy on my nose and tongue would be the next best thing, and was now available for the taking!

I tentatively leaned forward on the couch, bringing my face within a few inches of her ass, supporting myself with my free hand on the table. I pursed my lips and blew a stream of my breath so she'd feel it on her wet skin under her panties. She didn't move away, so I leaned my head farther until the tip of my nose touched her soaking crotch. I sniffed, and sniffed again more deeply as I stroked my cock. Her sex scent was intoxicating, on the sweet-and-tangy side, and I pushed the tip of my nose deeply into her wet spot, sniffing again. Then I slid my nose up and luxuriated in the feel of her flimsy, loose panty material allowing my nose to easily delve between her warm, plump ass cheeks, like I was a dog burying a bone. She just dipped her back and held still, her legs wide apart.

My face was plastered to her rear end as I tried to give her pleasure. With my nose rubbing the panty deeply between her cheeks, right against her pucker, I took a lick of her wet crotch, and another, then pushed the wet material inside her with my tongue as deeply as I could, and rubbed my chin on her clit. She reacted, her hips jerked upwards, her ass pressed backwards for more.

I intended to eat her to orgasm if she would let me, as was Nature's way, to maximize my prospects for a repeat performance someday. With this goal as my new priority I stopped stroking my cock and used my right hand to carefully slip my forefinger under her panty crotch and pull it to the side, still supporting myself with my left hand on the table. I paused, enjoying my first view of her naked pussy, wet, open and ready for me.

Preparing to dive in, I shifted my body for a more sustainable effort, now sitting on the edge of the couch and about to use both hands to pry her ass cheeks apart and hold her panties aside. I was all in for the work ahead, out of my mind with lust and completely losing track of time, an obviously reckless decision. Making her come on my face was my only thought,

But Brie pulled her ass away to the side and reached between her legs and repositioned her panties, leaving my face damp and me eager to resume my task, through her panties if she preferred. But apparently she had her limits. Blocking me by covering her panty crotch with her fingers and stroking it, she continued her story. I accepted that I'd be the one who'd orgasm first.

"Mom's right, Daddy wasn't a criminal, he never took pictures of me or anything like that, and never touched me apart from his spanking hand. Well, that's mostly true. After that bikini incident he told me it was time to switch to more effective disciplinary measures, as he called them. He told me that I needed to present my bottom better to make it easier to spank, and that it should be bare, since the old way hadn't worked.

"That night he pulled my panties down himself, and I was ashamed to feel his knuckles drag slowly over my bare skin as he did that, but it happened only once. I was more ashamed that he could see my... see me between my legs. But I was grateful that he didn't try to feel me with his fingers or the palm of his hand.

Was she actually asking me to pull down her panties? I hesitated for a more explicit request. I didn't want to jump the gun or misinterpret her meaning.

"The next time, he told me to pull my panties down on my own, down to my knees. It felt more shameful that I was the one doing it and not him, implying that it was more voluntary, like I was exposing myself intentionally. He had me dip my back for a better presentation."

Still bending forward, Brie reached back and slipped her panties down, revealing her bare ass, pale and full, and she dipped her back. It was a heart-stopping, close-up view of a beautiful young woman presenting her perfect, bare ass and pussy with her cotton panties stretched around her knees in a fuck-me-quickly pose. My stroking was firm and steady as I lusted for my partner's devil-daughter, her words adding the spice.

"And he would spank my bare bottom for a few minutes and it would get all pink," Brie continued. I could easily see her lightly-haired pussy lips under her delectable ass, and I stroked more firmly and a little faster as I stared at her charms. There was no doubt Brie was very aroused, her pussy was open and wet and I could see droplets of her juice start to dribble down the inside of her thighs. I could easily come now with this "presentation" of hers. I was too far gone to resume spanking her, I was on my last lap before the win.

"Then he'd tell me to pull my panties all the way off and hand them to him through my legs. And he'd make me stay bent over for a long time, telling me to keep looking forward as he sat behind me, and he kept my panties for days afterwards." I imagined her father jerking off to his daughter's display with her panties at his nose, and maybe even filling them with his cum as he ogled her.

And then she performed her coup-de-grace:

She pulled her panties down from her knees, removed them from her ankles, then stood and turned around and faced me, her dress falling back in place. Glancing down to see my leaking cock in my hand, placed her panties over my head and pull them down until the sopping crotch was on my nose. Then she turned back around, bent forward and pulled up her dress once again so I could have my salacious view and sniff her wet-cunt scent while I pleasured myself. And then she reached between her legs, stuck two fingers in her pussy and started jilling off. I was a goner.

Within a minute, we were both about to come. In my delirious lust I didn't even consider using her panties to catch my cum, which would deprive me of her sex scent at the moment of orgasm, and I'd forgotten about the box of Kleenex I'd placed within reach weeks ago. Instead, I quickly stood up and nestled my cock's shaft between the soft, bare cheeks of her ass like a hotdog in a bun. In the middle of her own orgasm, she didn't move away, and my mind exploded along with my cum as I squirted my full load all over the bare ass she held for me so kindly. It was a strong, wrenching orgasm.

Trying to suppress my groans of ecstasy as I jerked off on her ass with one hand and molded Brie's panty crotch around my nose with the other, I squeezed out the last of my cum from my boner, smearing it across her ass with the leaking head of my cock, then dropped back down on the couch in exhaustion.

I removed Brie's panties from my head and started to stuff them in my pocket, but Brie, still bending over with her dress around her waist, turned to the side and stuck out her open hand at me with a "gimmee" gesture. I gave her the panties and she carefully stepped into them and pulled them up her legs and over her ass.

She stood up and dropped her dress again, and gingerly felt under the back of her dress to make sure her panties were covering all of my cum. Satisfied that all was contained, she quickly sniffed her palm, and then glanced at me self-consciously before taking a deep breath and blowing out an exhausted "whew!" through her pursed lips, then gave me a sly, satisfied smile like the cat who ate the canary. She was still visibly breathing heavier than normal. I could see her nipples were still stiff in that gossamer bra she wore under that peasant dress.

"I came like a freight train," she said. "Looks like I'll be sitting in your cum for a while. Hope Mom doesn't smell it, or it might make her pussy wet, too."

Jesus, she was making my cock stir again! At my age, that's quite a feat. We stared at each other for a second before we both broke into smiles. But I knew it was paramount that we keep Angie from entering the living room before dinner was ready. The room would smell of sex for at least the next half-hour until the HVAC system filtered out the odor, we both agreed.

When we adjusted ourselves back into semi-decency we took different paths into the kitchen, where Angie was finishing up. She removed her headphones and I suggested we all have a drink on the deck before dinner. Angie covered the food on warm mode, we hit the deck, and the conversation was stimulating, not least because I was constantly aware that Brie's hot little ass was soaking in my fresh cum. It kept me hard just knowing it, and I was in awe of her teasing mind.

We came back inside after our drinks, but before we sat down to dinner, Brie slipped away for a minute in the laundry room, I assumed to change into clean panties before throwing the full load in the washer. I admired her forethought to bring a clean pair, and to know that sitting inside wouldn't dissipate the smell of my cum in her panties as well as sitting outside would.

We all had a fair amount to drink at dinner that night, too, and watching our comedy on TV afterwards was a lively affair. By the time it was over, we realized no one could drive, so both Angie and Brie went to sleep in the guest room that had double beds. It was a good thing, too, because Brie had forgotten to do her laundry and was too wasted to do that, too. Good thing no one had to work the next morning, when they had a groggy breakfast while the washer was going, and left right after the dryer was done.

I slept that night like a baby, with new memories I hoped to have forever, thanks to a smart, beautiful young woman with a healthy sexual appetite. I didn't dare expect or hope for a repeat with her.