I inserted the key into the lock of my daughter's apartment. She gave her mother and me a key to her house when she first moved in for emergency purposes or when she wanted us to drop something off at her place and she knew she wouldn't be home. In the five years that she has lived here, this is the 3rd time that I have used the key.
I came this weekend because I knew she wouldn't be home. She told us she was planning to spend the weekend with some girlfriends upstate. I was hoping that I could come over and watch the game in peace and quiet at her place without her mother nagging or interrupting me every five seconds.
As I entered the apartment the sound of the game came from the living room and the smell of baking cookies came from the kitchen. Just as I locked the front door, I heard the oven door slam. She couldn't be home. She said she was leaving, but maybe she changed her mind. It was just as well. I wouldn't mind watching the game with Brie. She didn't like sports very much but at least she didn't nag.
As I walked into the kitchen, surprise was one description of what I felt. Lust was another. There was Sabrina standing over the oven, naked except for an apron and two oven mitts. Her coca round ass and back was bared for my view. I was thinking of the last time I saw that ass. She was 18 and although she was well passed the age, she would ask me to accompany her while she bathed so I could help wash her back. She always made sure to ask when her mother was out.
She would sit in the tub of water and gather a rich lather with in her hands. Leaving the sponge to float between her legs, she would run her hands all over her body. She would start from her neck and work her way down her throat. Bending her head back and thrusting her breast forward, she rubbed the soap over the firm young mounds for minutes upon minutes at a time. She loved to squeeze and pulled on her nipples, twisting and turning and squeezing. I knew from watching her many times before that that was the quickest way to turn her on- playing with her nipples.
They were dark brown with a slightly pink center. I would watch as she twisted and squeeze with her fingers often times scratching herself with her nails. Soon those dark brown tips would turn to an interesting mixture of dark brown and an angry ruby red. Then she would search for the sponge and run the water from the sponge down the valley of her breasts, washing away the soap. Her bathing pattern was always the same and always effective.
It was then that she would rise out the tub onto her knees and used the sponge to wash between her legs. Spreading her legs as much as she was able in the small space, she used one hand to spread her pussy lips. Again, I would see the sexy color of brown and pink calling for me… daddy. She would rub the sponge back and forth against her clit, slow, slow, then faster and faster and harder.
Looking into my eyes, she would make her self come for me without making a sound. Often times I was amazed at her control. If it wasn't for the stiffness in her body, the flush in her face, the unfocused look in her eyes and the split second when it looks like she almost forgets how to breath, it wasn't for all that, I would have never known. But, I did know.
Afterward, she would turn around in the tub, put herself in doggy-style position, and ask me to wash her back. Trembling I would pick up the sponge, lather it back up and start where she started- at her neck. Running it down the small of her back, I would press my dick against the side of the tub and gently humping it. It wasn't the same as her soft ass or wet pussy but at the time it was all I had. I mean she wouldn't really let me fuck her… would she?
The sides of her torso were the most sensitive. I knew because every time I rubbed the sponge against her skin I would hear trickles of water enter the tub. When it first happened I didn't know what it was. When I looked between her spread legs, I saw the pink tissue of her pussy contract, and the water trapped inside her cunt would run down her thighs into the tub.
When I reached her ass, I would replace the sponge with my hands. Using my fingers I would work my finger up to the second knuckle and softly finger fuck her ass. She would softly sigh as she rocked her ass back and forth. Deeper and deeper my finger would probe, one finger, then two fingers, and then three. The harder I fucked it the more she rocked. Eventually we would both come, her in the tub and me against it. Those where the days. And now that ass was once again in front of me after 6 years.
"Brie?"
