As I showered, there was a knock at the bathroom door.
"Dad?" It was my son's long time girlfriend, Debbie. "I really have to pee, can I come in? I promise I won't look." Not waiting for an answer, she must have been desperate, she slipped through the door. Through the clear shower door, I watched her dash to the john.
It was Christmas day, and Debbie and Michael, my son, had hosted our small family dinner in their home. It was a one bedroom / one bath apartment in Manhattan, but was fairly spacious and had a great city view from its 22nd floor elevation.
The rest of the family had driven back home after dinner, but, since I lived in Florida, I was spending a couple of nights with them. They had a sleeper sofa in the living room which was comfortable enough.
It was nice to spend time with my son, and finally get a chance to really get to know Debbie, since we'd only seen each other for a few hours at a time over the 3 years of their cohabitation.
Debbie was a beautiful girl, a natural blonde with dark brown eyes. She was girl-next-door attractive, full hipped and leggy, with a moderate set of natural C-cup breasts.
She had a bright friendly demeanor, very upbeat and happy, and didn't seem to realize her beauty, which made her even more attractive.
Unfortunately, she and Michael didn't seem to be getting along well after a few years of living together. They weren't antagonistic, but had very little interaction, and none of the warmth and togetherness that indicated a happy relationship. I saw zero physical interaction, and it was apparent that they were headed for separation.
Michael and I had spent some time earlier, during which he'd confided the same to me. "Dad, I know that Debbie's a great woman, but we're just not great together. To tell you the truth, I'm just hoping that she'll leave me so that I don't have to be the one to do it. As a matter of fact, she got a job offer down your way, maybe you could convince her to take it?"
After dinner, we'd had more than a few drinks with a few of the more entertaining relatives, but eventually, it was just the three of us. When Michael said that he had to run over to his office to grab some papers, it was just Debbie and me.
Now I saw her as more than my son's girl. She was a seriously sexy, curvy young woman. We sat beside each other at the table still, and she became a little touchy-feely as we continued to drink. I noticed that she had a heavier hand as the night went on, my bourbon and her vodka were not lacking in horsepower.
As I finished a pretty amusing story, she really started to laugh. It was a delightful loss of control, she snorted with laughter, and that just made us laugh harder. Her head lay on my shoulder, and her breasts, plump and soft, descended onto my arm. She wore a light sundress, and I noticed that it had slid up significantly, revealing her creamy thighs.
As our laughter died off, she looked up at me, with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard, and sighed, "Oh my god, I haven't felt so relaxed in months. Where have you been when I needed you?"
We both realized, at the same time, that we were too close, and too attracted. Debbie froze, her lips parted, her hair in her face, strands stuck to her mouth. She swept the hair clear and closed her eyes, reaching up to me, and kissing me softly.
The kiss wasn't innocent, but very careful. Our mouths were closed, and our lips touched lightly for several seconds. We separated and stared at each other from inches away, both weighing the consequences of continuing. When she leaned in again, my resistance melted, and we began to kiss deeper. Softly still, but our mouths parted, and our tongues began to lightly slide against each other.
Both of us seemed to have second thoughts at the same time, and we leaned back in our chairs, breathing heavily.
"Wow." I sighed.
"Yeah, no shit wow!" she giggled.
"That was fun, but probably better if it ends there."
"Right, probably," she smiled.
I'd headed to get my shower. The bathroom was accessed through their bedroom, so I wanted to get it done so as to stay out of their way later in the evening. Undressing in their bedroom, I'd noticed that they didn't pay much attention to neatness, to say the least. Clothes were all over the room, dirty ones on the floor, clean ones stacked on dressers and chairs.
What caught my eye was a skimpy nighty draped on her side of the bed. navy blue lace set off a snow-white teddy with spaghetti straps. What I'd give to see her luscious body in this!
I lifted the satin lingerie up and imagined it hanging off of her breasts, her nipples visible through the thin fabric, and noticed a crumpled garment at my feet. Dropping the nightie, I bent to discover a matching pair of panties.
My breath caught as I picked up a tiny pair of silky boy shorts, the same white and navy design. Looking closely, I turned them out to find a smear of white residue in the crotch.
Now I'd never been a panty pervert, dirty undies were not on my list of fetishes. Before.
I lifted Debbie's panties to my nose, and was rewarded with a faint musky smell, her private pussy scent! I took a long, deep breath through my nose and her panties. Without thought, I licked the panel. There was little taste to it, but my saliva brought out the scent of her pussy, and it flooded my senses.
Rock-hard, I forced myself to replace the lingerie on the bed and headed into the bathroom to shower. I figured that rubbing one out while I cleaned up would be discrete enough.
So, there I was, mid-stroke, when she charged in. Debbie quickly lifted the lid, slipped her panties from beneath her dress, and sat on the toilet, holding her hand between her thighs to hide her pussy from me.
I had turned quickly trying to hide my erection, but apparently not quickly enough.
"Um, what's going on in there, Dad?" she giggled drunkenly. I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"
"No, Debbie, just washing up."
