My son had his girlfriend staying over one night. First time it had happened but they were both eighteen so it was no skin off my nose if they got up to a bit of mischief. Good luck to Brendan was my only reaction.
I stayed out of the way, retiring at a decent hour, reading in bed for a while. Finally it was lights off and I was asleep.
Next morning I heard Brendan depart for work. He was leaving early so I assumed that he was running Meredith home first. I simply rolled over and grabbed another hour's sleep.
When I woke up I could hear the shower running. It seemed that Brendan hadn't left or he'd left and returned. More probably it had been Meredith going home. I didn't know if she'd arrived by car or not.
I got up, stretched, and headed toward the kitchen, coffee and something to eat. As I strolled down the hall the bathroom door opened and Meredith stepped out, naked. Apparently she'd thoughtfully hung her towel up to dry. Very considerate of her.
She took two steps down the hall towards me before she registered the fact that I'm standing there, admiring her form. She gave a little scream, hastily trying to hide behind two little hands. She was on a loser. Both those hands together wouldn't have covered one of those bounteous breasts. She might have had a better show if she hadn't dropped the clothes that she'd been carrying. Her night-gear, presumably.
"Oh my god, I didn't know you were home. Stop looking at me."
"I have to admit that I didn't know you were here, either," I pointed out. "I assumed that Brendan took you home earlier."
"I wanted to sleep in. I told him I'd take an Uber to work."
I moved up to her, took hold of her wrists and moved her hands away from her body.
"Stop that. What do you think you're doing?"
"Admiring the view," I said. "You have very nice breasts, you know."
I bounced one on my hand to show my approval. She hastily pushed my hand away and I let it drop, but only low enough for me to cup her vulva and squeeze it lightly.
"Very nice curves generally," I admitted.
She was blushing now and took a hasty step backwards, disengaging her body from my lecherous grasp.
"If you'll excuse me I'd like to go and get dressed."
Once she took that step backwards she started blushing even more fiercely. My fault of course. I was just out of bed, after all, and only wearing pyjama trousers. Also, there was a naked nymph standing in front of me. My natural reaction was plainly pressing against the pyjama trousers. She was fortunate that it didn't leap out of the flyless crotch.
"Of course I'll excuse you," I said generously. "Just before you go though, do you believe in the freedom of choice?"
"What? Well yes, of course, when it's possible."
"So which choice will you make? Would you like to be raped, seduced, spanked, or any combination of such, up to all three?"
"None of the above," she quickly replied. "Anyway, you can't choose all three as rape and seduction are incompatible. It's either one or the other."
"Oh, you poor deluded child, you have so much to learn. Would you like me to demonstrate?"
"No thank you," she said, sounding very prim and proper, which is probably quite hard to do while you're naked.
"I suppose I should go easy on you, this being your first offence and all. I think we'll settle on just a small spanking, leaving the raping and seducing to another time when you're in a more conducive frame of mind."
