Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

I didn't know, and, as I said, it was too dangerous to do again to find out. But since I wouldn't do it to him, I hoped he might do it to me. Now every time I went into the bathroom I closed the door loudly, but never locked it. I lingered at the toilet, playing with my cunt and tits, hoping that Gus would "accidentally" come in on me.

But he never did, so I took to a more direct attack on the problem. I began to leave the door open slightly – just a crack, but enough for me to see out and for him to see in. This worked. While he never pushed the door open any farther, I did see him walking back and forth past the door while I sat there waiting for him. He passed back and forth far too many times for it to have been an accident. He was going back and forth so that he could look in at me.

I began to leave the door open just a crack more when I took my showers. I did this, I told myself, so that the mirrors wouldn't steam up.

I took my showers and then dried myself outside of the shower, in direct line with the open door. I paraded my naked body back and forth in front of the open door, and once or twice I saw him walk past. Whenever he did, I pretended to be inspecting my cunt. I put one leg up on the toilet and I bent forward, parting the lips. All Gus had to do was look into the room, and he would have a direct line of sight with my cunt. More than once I heard him out there, but I was careful not to seem aware so that I didn't frighten him away.

Once I varied this method by putting my robe on and opening the door when I knew Gus was out there. We bumped into each other accidentally, and I dropped my towel.

"Excuse me," Gus mumbled. His face was flushed, and I could see he had a hard-on.

His body was hard against the softness of my body, and I felt the swell of his arm brush against my tits as we collided. I held onto one end of the towel in my hand, and let it unfold; then I let go of it completely and it fell to the floor.

"My fault," I said, naked under the thin material of my bathrobe. I didn't move to pick up the towel and the silken object I had purposely placed inside of it.

Automatically, Gus bent to pick up the fallen object. It was in his hand before he realized what it was. He straightened and handed it to me.

"You dropped this," he said, handing me the pair of panties I had placed in the towel.

I took the panties from him and our fingers touched.

"Thank you," said, holding the panties with two fingers so that they dangled between us.

He stared at them. I had turned them inside out and was holding them by the legend so that the stain on the crotch was clearly visible. Gus' eyes narrowed there and he swallowed heavily. Then he bent down to pick up the towel.

After that, it was only a matter of time. He knew and I knew. The end was inevitable.

One incident, more than all the others, finally set the mood.

Gus was an early riser, and he was in the habit of waking the household. The children, of course, woke by themselves, but they usually stayed in theft room, playing together. Mimi was the only problem, and if he didn't wake her, she would sleep easily until noon. Gus usually woke her first and then woke me after she was up.

After the incident in the bathroom, Gus altered his schedule.

At first it was an accident. I was half-awake, and sensed him outside of my room. The door opened a crack and I saw Gus peering in at me.

I sat up and looked at him, still confused by sleep.

"Good morning!" I grumbled back.

The next morning, I made sure that I was awake before Gus got up. I carefully opened the door a crack more than usual, then got back into bed and made sure the covers had slipped in sleep from my body. Of course, that night I had slept nude.

I kept my eyes clenched shut when I heard Gus approach the door. I turned to the side and felt the sheet pull from my tits. I heard the door pull open an inch, but Gus didn't say anything. He just stared in at me. After about five minutes, Gus called to wake me.

The next morning, the sheet was completely tossed off, and I lay on top of the bed completely naked.

My thighs were parted, and the dark-brown hair of my cunt made a wide V between my legs. My stomach rose up and down evenly as I pretended to sleep, and the cool air tickled my nipples and made them tingle into stiffness.

I heard the sounds of Gus outside my door, and I think I heard the involuntary intake of breath at the surprise I had exposed for him. I felt his eyes rolling over my nakedness, up over my tits and burning between the pink-lipped fur of my wet cunt. I shifted on the bed, opening my thighs even farther, and rolling around so that my cunt faced the open door. I bent one leg in half, and pulled my thigh away from my body. Now Gus had a clear, unhindered view of my cunt.

I ached to open my eyes to see what he was doing, especially when I heard the slow grate of a zipper opening, but I was afraid to look, afraid that his knowing I was awake would inhibit him. So I kept my eyes closed and imagined, even when I heard the creak of the door as he pushed it open even further.

My ears strained through the silence of the morning, and I almost thought I could hear, up above the hushed wetness of Gus' breath, the sound of his hand pumping up and down the long thickness of his cock.

Encouraged by the sound, fed by my imagination and desire, I wanted to aid Gus' pleasure. My hand "accidentally" flopped against my cunt, and in my sleep, I rubbed against it with my open hand. My cunt was wet, and the wetness got all over my fingers.

I was sure now that I heard Gus jacking off, if not, I could certainly hear his grunting breath. It sounded as though he were breathing heavily, with air sizzling in and out of his open mouth.

In my sleep, my hand began to rub against my cunt. I cupped the mound with my tight fingers, sliding through the wet slit between the lips. I pressed down with the palm of my hand against my clitoris, and felt a wet swell of pleasure flow through my cunt.

Excited now, but still cautious, I had to fight to keep from opening my eyes when I heard the door creak open a little more. The sound of Gus' breath was clear, and for the first time I knew the sound of his pumping hand was not my imagination. The wet slap of flesh sliding through flesh was unmistakable.

I groaned in my sleep as two fingers pushed into the flap of my cunt. I pretended that I was having a wet dream and I was excited in my sleep.

"Oh, slit!" I heard Gus moan in a whisper as he watched the two fingers disappear into my cunt. He grunted, and then I heard him turn from the door and walk rapidly down the hallway. I heard the door of the bathroom close and lock.

Disappointed, I opened my eyes. The door to my room was almost wide open. If Gus had been standing in the doorway as I had imagined him to be, I would have had as good a view of him as he had had of me. The thought excited me.

My cunt was still wet when I got up out of bed and walked over to the open door. My nakedness excited me as I stepped out into the hallway. The bathroom door was closed.

I was just about to turn back into my bedroom in disappointment when I noticed several gobs of liquid on the hall floor. It was like a trail almost, leading towards the bathroom.

There was a large puddle near the door of my room, and I bent down to inspect it. I put my finger in it and felt its texture. It was cold and slimy-sticky, almost.

I licked the substance on my fingers and smiled to myself.

"Cum," I said aloud. "Cum."

"Gus!" Mimi called. "I'm going shopping!" Gus and I were in the kitchen. Gus was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee, and I was standing at the sink, washing the breakfast dishes.

I turned around and looked at Gus. He was staring at me, and when our eyes met, I felt something electric go though me.