This story is a sequel to Friend's daughter rescue.
After the cookout at Corey's parents house where she told me she was on birth control I knew she wanted to have sex again but I was feeling a bit guilty. I had agreed to help her move and knew it was going to be a great temptation. I had resolved that I wouldn't let it happen again so when I showed up the following weekend I had her younger brother in tow. I figured that would assure me that nothing would happen.
When I showed up Corey opened the door and gave me a big hug. I was afraid it would get too intimate so I managed to sidestep a bit when she spotted her brother. She then gave him a huge hug as well but gave me this disappointed sideways glance.
I had been right she had more than moving on her mind. We had a bite of breakfast then plunged into moving. Every time Donny was out of sight Corey was rubbing up against me, touching and telling me how much she enjoyed our previous encounter. She pouted when I told her that it shouldn't happen again and that she needed to find a young man her age. She told me that she had briefly but that the sex was very dull and boring and he was too self absorbed so it ended. I felt a bit of relief knowing now that at least she was getting out there a bit into the world.
The day went mostly uneventful in terms of moving but I was getting extremely frustrated walking around hard all day. We got everything moved but around four P.M. I needed to go. Although everything was moved, she had some new furniture that needed assembling. She was very capable with tools but some of it required two people to put it together. She suggested I could come back next weekend to help put it together. I agreed and turned to Donny to get him on board and he mentioned that Corey had bought him and a friend tickets to some gaming convention next week. Corey just smiled and looked at me telling me she thought the two of us could handle it. That was it! I was committed now and knew we would be alone again.
All week my mind was going back and forth would I or wouldn't I? I vascillated between it being wrong, my friends daughter, to her being 26 now and being a grown woman on her own. I was hoping we would start early telling myself the earlier we finished in the day the less temptation there would be, plus it was a Nascar race weekend and traffic was horrendous. Locals avoided driving anywhere nearby. I did not want to get stuck in traffic for hours.
All that changed Friday evening when Corey called me telling me she was out clubbing with friends and asked if I could show up a bit later. I had planned to get there by 8 AM but she said she would like to start around noon. I agreed. When I got up around six I had a text from her with some smiley emojis that said simply four with thanks and hugs.
I got a bit angry but then reminded myself she was young and she had been out clubbing. If I was lucky, maybe she even took a guy home and that would be the ed of it.
I am that guy that always shows up early, so around 3PM I was banging on her door. A very disheveled Corey in a long t-shirt finally answered the door. I teased her asking if I was interrupting something? She punched me in the shoulder telling me that I just disturbed her sleep. We went inside and I went to her kitchen and made her a cup of coffee. She told me she needed to go to the bathroom to pee. She came back with her hair brushed and a tool kit but still in her oversized t-shirt and panties.
We began to put the furniture together. Occasionally she brushed against me in very "accidental ways" Her beautiful breasts were bouncing free in her t-shirt. At one point she was sitting with legs crossed and I could see the outline of her pussy and some pubic hair sticking out. Her legs were stubbly as well. Usually she was very well groomed. Around 5:30 she mentioned she was getting hungry and needed to shower. I suggested she go shower while I started cooking some dinner. I figured she'd come out dressed, we would eat and get back to work.
I was in the middle of cooking when I heard a yelp. I brushed it off but then she called me. I got to her bathroom knocked and asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had cut herself shaving and was bleeding bad. She opened the door wrapped in a towel, hobbled towards her bedroom and asked me to grab her first aid kit in the bathroom. Part of me wondered if some of this was intentional, not necessarily the cut, but the helping part.
I entered her bedroom and she showed me the cut on her shin. While I was taking care of it she began rubbing her other foot against me. I was getting hard and she knew it. Then she asked me if I could help her finish shaving. I knew this was it. I knew if I picked up the razor we would end up fucking again! My dick decided for me. I also decided if I was going to do it, I'd take charge and teach her a lesson about teasing men.
I went to her bathroom to get her razor and cream. When I returned I told her that she needed to take her towel off. She looked at me and I sternly told her to do it again and told her this was going to be my way or I could leave. She took it off. She was completely naked and I was completely dressed. I soaked in her beauty and stared. She froze and blushed.
I sat on the bed and told her to spread her legs. I began rubbing cream on her right leg rubbing up and down getting very close to her pussy. I could see her slit and pubes glistening with her dampness. I began shaving her and she began cooing. It was very erotic. I got very close and brushed her labia a few times. She was wet and moaning. I finished both legs and she was panting in obvious heat.