The next morning I woke and went to the kitchen to find Cindy looking sleepy in a bathrobe, sipping coffee. She smiled and said good morning as I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table opposite her. I asked her where dad was and she said he had meetings all day. We sat there for a few minutes quietly before she asked me how I was feeling. That opened the flood gates and we discussed sex and other things for nearly an hour and we emptied the pot of coffee. I couldn't believe how turned on I was hearing her tell me that dad was an animal when he got home and they fucked three times, something she said dad never did.
It was so odd, hearing this woman I hated a month ago telling me how good my father was at eating pussy and how even though he didn't have a long penis, it was quite thick and quite satisfying according to her. I couldn't believe I was thinking of my dad in sexual terms and it was making me hot.
I was also getting hot looking at Cindy. Her bathrobe would slip open every so often and I would get a glimpse of her pretty breasts. I was feeling very naughty and getting very brave, "remember when you told me I should give myself a trim?" I asked referring to her last comments yesterday before she left me in my room. She said that men loved a shaved woman and that being Italian, I was a bit extra in the hairy department. I wanted to know how I should go about trimming or shaving myself since I have never done it. "well, do you like the way this looks?" with that she slid her chair out from under the table and opened her robe.
She lowered her tiny panties and spread her legs for me. I was looking at her womanhood, completely hairless. The lips looked a bit swollen, obviously from the fucking dad had given her. She had such a pretty pussy. I had never been so close to a shaved woman before and I had never truly appreciated the beauty of a pussy until that moment. "Would you do that to me?" I asked excitedly and she closed her robe and said she'd be happy to. She told me to go take a shower and she was going to do the same and she'd meet me in her bathroom in twenty minutes.
I have to admit I was disappointed that she didn't want to shower together and I began doubting that Cindy was as sexually attracted to me as I was to her. None the less, I cut my shower short and ran to her bedroom and into the open bathroom in time to catch her toweling off. I grabbed an extra towel and helped to dry her back, I just wanted to touch her and I was excited to be so near to her naked body.