Driving Heidi Home - Sex Stories

Driving Heidi Home

... the garage, after giving them a lusty once-over with my happy nose (and, I'm almost embarrassed to add, with my tongue--the slight moisture in the crotch tasted like ambrosia). I then took the laundry basket down the hall and threw it in the washer, starting it up. Phase one, complete. When Heidi got out of the hot tub, she spent a little extra time in the bathroom, looking for her panties, I imagine. She then quietly slipped out, (almost) fully dressed, and scurried for the laundry room. Smart girl, but you fell for it! After a few minutes, I heard her quietly ask my wife something in the kitchen, and I heard the response, "Oh, that's probably what happened dear. We'll check when the load is done. Don't worry." Later, through the open door of my office/den, I watched Heidi playing a game with Brian. It had something to do with one of his action figure sets, I think. She kept smoothing down her skirt, taking extra care in how she sat, keeping my bouncy son at arm's length. I chuckled. Now for phase two. "I've done enough work for a Saturday!" I announced as I strolled out into the living room. "Heidi, Brian, let's go into the back yard and play some Frisbee!" Heidi was hesitant, but Brian shouted "Yippee! Yes Daddy, let's play!" so she had no choice but to join us. I had a very good time throwing the Frisbee a little too high, so she'd have to reach, or missing her completely so that she had to carefully bend down to pick it up. I caught a glimpse or two of an uncased bun, ...

... and once I saw her frontally quite high on her little slender thighs. Of course, I had seen more of her thighs every time she had been in her little blue bathing suit, but knowing that her bare pussy was so close to exposure made a world of difference to me. I'm sure it did to her, too. She was noticeably uncomfortable on several occasions. Sorry, you sweet little bitch, but that's what you get for being such a hottie! I gloated to myself. Later, back inside, I heard my wife reply to another whispered question in the next room. "No honey, I didn't find them, but you know how the drier can be a black hole sometimes! I'm sure they'll turn up. You'll be OK, lots of women go without, and you'll be going home soon. I'd offer you a pair of mine, but I don't think they'd even stay up on you." That was for sure, I thought. There was no comparison between the substantial ass on the now-thirty-seven-year-old mother of my son and delicate bottom of this junior-high woman-c***d. "I guess you're right," I heard Heidi respond. "Can Mr. Johnson take me home soon, though, I'm kind of embarrassed." "Sure, he'll take you home right now. Mike! Can you take Heidi home?" she shouted loud enough for me to hear, even had I not already been eavesdropping. I waited a few moments and strolled into the room with them. "No problem. Shall we go, my dear?" I said in a teasing, overly gallant tone to Heidi, who under the circumstances turned a little pink. Excellent. Begin phase three! It was just starting ...