Later that week I get a call in the middle of the day from a blocked number. Now normally most people don't answer those calls but I do because: A. I'm self-employed and B. If it's a telemarketer I'll just hang up anyway.
It's her... (The slut)
For those that missed Part 1, this is my girlfriend's daughter who just turned 21, is a hottie, and she knows it. She's also a huge tease and she knows this as well. Anyways, it's her on the phone.
She says: "Hey, I'd like my black thong back."
I tell her I can't really talk right now as I'm in a meeting with a client but can call her back in about an hour. She asks if I can just come over after my meeting and I say "sure." She reminds me not to forget "her undies".
Just the way she playfully says "her undies" gives me a suspicion that she is up to no good.
I'm a consultant in the financial world and make decent money but it's a "If the client makes money, I make money type of thing." I finish up with my client, race home, and thankfully I had just washed the thong with my last batch of laundry so it was clean and head over to her house.
On the drive over there a million things are going through my mind...
I get there and no one answers the door. I double check and her car is out front.
??? WTF
I go around back and she's sunning herself by the pool in a white one-piece bathing suit.
I clear my throat and she looks up and says "Oh hi!" with a big smile on her face like it's no big deal. I'm like I have your um "stuff". I have it in a non-descript brown bag, I hold it out for her to take. She gets up and says "Hang on a minute and let me cool off." and jumps in the pool, splashes around for a minute and climbs back out.
Her tanned body looking even more accented by the white fabric, now see-through, clinging to her dripping body. Her nipples are erect and I can see the faint outline of her areolas are a little smaller than a quarter.
I again go to offer her the bag containing her thong, which I've done unthinkable things with since the last time she's worn it, yet I've laundered it clean for her. She looks at my outstretched hand with the bag and just says: "Follow me."
She grabs her towel from the deck and proceeds to walk into the house and into the living room, puts the towel down on the couch and sits on the towel. I follow and just stand there not knowing what to say.
She then says... "Look, I want you to show me what you do with them."
I'm like "Uh what?"
"Go ahead. My mom isn't going to be home for a while...Show me.
She takes the bag from me and removes the panties. Noticing they are clean, she asks, "Did you wash these for me?" with just the slightest smile.
It is now her with her hands outstretched, panties in hand... "Come on anon; show me what you do with my underwear."
I'm just standing there and she adds... "Or do I just tell my mom she is dating a perv with a weird fetish?"
So I think oh Hell, In for a penny...
I unbutton my jeans and she sits down on the couch. Somehow I'm not completely hard due to my nervousness and I tell her this.
She says, "Well that's not my problem now. Is it?"
So I sort of rub myself through the fabric of my jeans and she says, "Here let me help." and un-does the two top straps and slowly peels her wet bathing suit from the top half of her glistening body. That helps and I slide my jeans down and I'm sporting a little more than a semi at this point.
She says "go on..."