Lucy, my daughter's best friend. - Sex Stories

Lucy, my daughter's best friend.

... locking me and Lucy in together. 5 seconds of summer were still squawking away even louder now but both of us heard the little tap on the door followed by my daughter’s voice, “Are you okay Luce?” Lucy looked at me in panic and I knew I had the same expression on my face. Fortunately she recovered well, “Yeah fine, just got a bit of stomach upset, sorry, probably those dodgy sandwiches we got from college lunch time.” “Ooo nasty, okay cool as long as you are alright. I’m going to phone Steph and see what she is up to later okay?” “Yeah, yeah whatever, I’ll be there in a minute.” “Great,” silence and then “Oh and Luce, use the air freshener, don’t want my dad thinking it was me stinking the bathroom out.” This was followed by loud laughing as my daughter returned to her bedroom. Lucy let out a long breath as the bedroom door closed down the hall. “So Miss Cook what exactly are you up to in here?” I asked. For the first time Lucy seem to realise she was still holding a pair of my wife’s black sheer lacy panties and she went bright red, which I thought was strange. She didn’t seem too embarrassed that I had seen her naked from the waist down but now she realised I had caught her obviously sniffing my wife’s knickers she seemed mortified. “I’m sorry Mr Thomas, its just……. Well you know……. I like Jen’s Mum.” “My wife you mean?” Lucy nodded. “Well maybe I’ll have to have a chat with you about it some more, but I’d better let you go before Jen comes looking for you again.” Lucy ...

... stood, “You’re not going to tell anyone are you?” I took a step forward and looked down at Lucy’s groin. She had a thin strip of blond pubic hair going up a couple of inches from her pussy, but apart from that she was completely bald and it was a sight that had my cock twitching in my pants. I looked back up into her eyes, “I don’t know Lucy, perhaps Kath should know what you do with her knickers.” “No please Mr Thomas don’t, I’d be so embarrassed I wouldn’t be able to face her again or Jen.” She stepped forward so we were just a few inches from each other. I then felt her hand on mine as we stared at each other and she pulled my hand forward until it was resting on that little strip of hair. She licked her lips, “You’ve always liked looking at me Mr Thomas, well ever since I have developed into a young lady,” her hand pushed mine down until I could feel the wetness of her pussy, “all those times looking up my short school skirt and down my blouse, well now’s your chance to feel instead of look and dream.” I could feel my heart pounding as my forefinger slipped inside Lucy’s labia and touched her little hard clit. She then stepped back, and my finger slipped out, “If you don’t tell I’ll let you touch me again.” “We’ll talk,” I said, “Now go.” Lucy bent down and pulled up her clothing. She seemed to have gained her composure as she opened the door and turned and blew me a kiss and headed towards Jen’s bedroom. I quickly closed the bathroom door, pulled out my cock and spilled my ...