You know all the standard stuff. Don't read if under 18, not human, a politician who has done more than these stories, a pervert, or anything not covered in the above.
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Brandi had floored me the very first time we had met. She and my step-daughter, Janet, were sleeping out in the tent when I came home from work about midnight. I went out to where they were and was making sure everything was okay when Janet said she had to go to the bathroom. Brandi had a set of eyes that made one moan inside. In the candle light they looked more than sexy as she openly taunted by licking her lips and looking every place on my body but my eyes
"Well, have to go get a cup of coffee," I said on hearing Janet leaving the house to come back to the tent.
"Oh," Brandi said with a tone in her voice that sent a chill up my spine, "I think I can find something more interesting than a cup of coffee." With that, she slid the blanket and her night gown, if she had one on, up far enough for me to gaze at her crotch, hidden only by a pair of skimpy, red panties.
For the next several weeks Brandi made life a misery for me. In the morning, as soon as Linda, my wife would leave for work, Brandi would come over to wake Janet up. After that I would sit and listen to the two laughing and giggling as they showered together.
Linda was no big help, not being as perverted as she was. "Fuck her," she taunted when I complained about what was going on. "A hot young one might be good for you."
"Hot young one?"
Hot? Very much so. Young? Eighteen is young to me. Yet, I do not really think there are many men out there who wouldn't enjoy the treatment I was getting, especially with a liberal wife.
Shower time didn't stop when the community college they went to let out for the summer. The only thing that changed was the showers now took a lot longer and Brandi proved to be very capable of showing off in several ways.
"Would you go down and get us a couple of pops?" She asked one day. Looking up I felt myself start turning beet red to find Brandi standing there with nothing but a bra and panties on.
"Sure," I managed to croak out, my eyes giving enough to my mind for me to decide I really wanted this wild young thing.
Throughout the summer, Brandi and I teased and taunted each other. Several times we brushed against each other in ways that would leave little in the other's mind as to what was offered. At the lake -a big water-filled pit the highway department had dug when they had put in the interstate- Brandi all but turned the water boiling as she stood on her head, her spread legs pointing skywards as the water ran off the down and between her legs.
Several times she would swim to me and grab me by my cock, surface and say how sorry she was for bumping into me. At least twice she had dove in and surfaced in front of me with no top on, her perfect tits sticking right out at the reddest-faced man the lake had ever seen. Yet, red faced or not, I was enjoying a view few men my age would have been offered.