It's been a long week of meetings and pressing the flesh to close a deal for my agency and this is the first day I've had to myself, with nothing to do and nowhere to be. What's more, I was away from home, so this actually felt like a little bit of a holiday right now.
After 5 nights straight in a mid-range business hotel, I was glad to be staying with a friend too. Dave has a nice pad, plenty of room to mooch about and very comfortable, with all the trimmings of an upmarket neighborhood mansion style home. Oh, and his daughter Brie, who was a nice piece of eye candy herself, also had her girlfriend Honey staying over, and whoa, she was smoking hot. So two lovely young ladies, I think they're around 21 years old, floating around was nothing to complain about either. Catching glimpses of jiggling asses and bouncing breasts as they did their TikTok dances, or strut around the house in either tight, short athletic wear, or super baggy track pants and tops. Either way, it was a lovely distraction, but of course I had to be subtle. This was Dave's daughter after all. He wouldn't be pleased if he thought I was ogling her or her friend.
How does he handle it with Honey around? I'd find it hard to resist. He must be jacking off thinking about her all the time. I know I'm thinking about doing it tonight.
The day was warming up, but that still, lazy kind of vibe was in the air. No one in a hurry to do anything. I was laying on the sofa in the living room, a large space with an L-shape arrangement of two long sofas in the center. On the other seat were Brie and Honey, swiping through their phones, laughing about one thing or another, chatting. Brie was against the end closest to where I was laying, her back most to me, and Honey, on the other side, was sitting cross legged against the end. She was was in a short, form hugging skirt and a loose t-shirt that was shorter than her torso. It hung gloriously from her breasts to just above her waist, and had short little sleeves, with large armholes. There was definitely no bra under that t-shirt, which I thought might be a little tease.
I was reading, it was a pretty good novel, but I couldn't help the odd glance at all that skin on display, with Honey's long legs, and Bries shapely calves and pretty feet also in view.
Just as I glanced up for the 100th time, Brie sits up and declares she's going to do her yoga class out on the sun deck. Honey looks up and says she wants some cardio, so she's going to use the pelaton in the gym. Yeah, this place also has a pretty sweet gym set up.
As she get's up, her short skirt rides up higher and she flashes her light pink undies. On full display is that lovely intersection of thigh to pussy and puffy little mound outlined by the stretched fabric of her pretty little panties. My cock goes immediately semi-hard. Now that's a dream you never expect to actually happen - a little pantie flash from a sexy thing like her. Oh man, it was heaven.
I hear a gasp and awkward little laugh, tearing me from my thoughts as she pushes her skirt down, wiggling her butt to work the hem line lower. I look up. Busted! She's looking right at me, face blushing. Oops!
Brie, oblivious to what just happened is walking away and Honey quickly turns to dart after her, skipping across the room, her ass in motion - oh boy, that is pure bliss. The two girls head out of the room, Honey to the gym, Brie to the sun deck.
That was a close call. I feel a little embarrassed getting busted like that, but it was an accident, not me being a creep. Except maybe the bit where i kept gawking at her pussy as she was pulling her skirt down. I do hope that's not going to make things awkward later.
Lost in my thoughts for a few minutes, I hear my name at the door. Honey is back, biting her lip a little, blushing a little.
"Ah, sorry Chet, could you help me set up the Peleton," she asks nervously. She doesn't really know me, we haven't really spoken much, and never without Brie around, so I get why she's a bit nervous. A 50 something year old guy in your space, that you just busted copping an eyeful, and now you have to ask him to help you.
"I'm trying to set up the Pelaton, but I can't work it out, the seat is too high and the handlebars are really far," she said, sweetly.
"Oh sure," I replied. "Sorry, I think I left it on my settings from this morning. I'll set you up." As I get up and approach her, she spins on her toes and skip walks down the hallway, moving quickly ahead of me. Wow, that ass, I'd never get tired of seeing that. Fuck I'd love to slap it. The way it lightly jiggles as she walks, so cheeky, in the way a toned, muscular little bubble butt should do, tightly contained in her body con skirt. The high waist only amplifying the sexy curve of her back into those bubbled cheeks.
He pony tail bobbed as she moved, amplifying the float of her stride, her loose cut off tee, sitting a couple inches above the waist line. Christ she is hot. How does Dave not fuck her every time she's over? He definitely must jerk off to her at least. She's the only reason I'm still here I realise, after my 'one night' stay. Thankfully I had nothing on and could extend my trip for a few days. I would love to have a crack at that. Well, a man can dream.
Again, I'm pulled from my thoughts as I enter the gym. She's climbed up onto the seat of the bike set up, and I can see the issue. I approached the bike and tell her the seat height needs adjusting first. As she goes to get off, I tell her she can stay up there, it will be easier to set the height correctly, as I instinctively reach under the reach at the front and the back, just as it dawns on me how uncomfortable this might make her feel. This old guy's arm reaching between her parted legs, to hold under the seat, while my other hand reaches down to the seat stem collar to loosen it. This of course, draws my face close to her waist and thighs.
Oh she smells like heaven. The light scent of her perfume clinging in the air around her. As I look up, she's blushing slightly, but stays in place as I gently ease the seat down, until it's the correct height.
"There you go'" I say, awkwardly, taking my hands away quickly. I hope she doesn't take that as deliberate provocative move. She giggles slightly, nervously. I look down her legs to the peddles, I can see the cleat is on, so drop down to my knees to clip it off, as she doesn't have cycling shoes on.
"Thanks," she says. " think I've got it from here." Smiling at me as I shift my gaze from her foot, where I'm holding it on the peddle. Oh, how good it feels to be touching her.
I slide my gaze up her beautifully toned calf, her knee, her thigh... oh lord, her skirt had ridden right up as she straddled the seat and he legs are slightly parted. It's those beautiful panties again...
"Hey!" she breaks my trance. "That's twice today I've caught you looking up my skirt," chiding me gently. Is she teasing?
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm really sorry," holding my hands up in contrition. "But in my defense," I claim, "the first time you kind of flashed yourself to me, accidentally. But yep, the this time it was my fault," I declare.
"I should have looked away. But you're sitting in quite a short skirt at my eye level as I was adjusting your pedal. The sight of those sexy legs disappearing under your skirt, and it was right there where my eyes were. I shouldn't have looked, but I couldn't resist."
She just flashed a smile, satisfied she'd made me squirm. She must know she is incredibly hot, but she doesn’t have that bitch vibe that sometimes goes with it. she still has an heir of vulnerability. She’s friendly and sweet.
I continue, "I'm really sorry. Let me just fix the handle bars, and I'll leave you alone." I moved to stand in front of the handle bars, and beckoned her to lean forward, to adjust the position of them.
