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"Really?" she asked, beaming, and adjusting her posture on her seat. In the process, her shorts rode up just a little bit more, finally exposing a hint of the panties beneath.

My eyes dropped involuntarily down, seeing that they were pale pink in colour.

"Really," I said, swallowing nervously and putting my eyes back on her face. "If I were your age and single, you would had to fight me off."

She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "And I wouldn't fight you very hard, either."

"That's uh... good to know," I mumbled, stealing another quick peak of her exposed panties. I just couldn't help myself.

"So... so... are you saying you have thought of me that way?" she asked me.

"Yes, Kate," I admitted. "I have thought of you that way."

She let her legs fall apart just a little more, widening the view of her panties. I could now see a stretch more than half an inch wide, more than three inches long, including the elastic portion along the edge.

The combination of the conversation we were engaged in and my fleeting views between her legs caused my cock to begin the normal biological reaction.

"Are you thinking of me that way right now?" she asked softly.

"I'm uh... going to have to take the fifth on that one," I replied.

She swallowed a little more of her drink. "You are, aren't you?" she asked. She stood up and moved over to the next seat by my right. "Can I tell you a secret?"

A secret? I nearly chuckled. "Why not? Sure, go ahead."

She gave a nervous giggle. "Some hours ago, I was in the toilet and I had an orgasm, just thinking about you."

I quite literally didn't know what to say to this. My mouth dropped open as a surge of adrenaline went shooting through me and the rational part of my mind tried to activate the warning system that things were getting out of hand here.

"I shocked you," Kate said, seeming far from upset by this. "I'm sorry. Maybe the booze is making me say things I shouldn't."

"That's uh... okay. Once again, I'm uh... flattered, but..."

"I'll never forget it," she said, before I could finish.

"You won't?"

"No," she said. "I was staring at my image in the mirror and I imagined you were right in the toilet with me. I imagined you were holding my waist from behind. I started... you know... playing with myself.

I had done that before, of course, but never to... you know... completion. But I was really Hot that moment. I think it was the horniest I had ever been before."

"Really?" I said, knowing I should make her stop all these lustful words.

Unfortunately, I was unable to. The imagination of seeing her unclothedness or semi-unclothedness and playing with herself was powerfully erotic.

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "And that was when my crush on you was the strongest. God I was so hot for you. I would've done anything for you.

So there I was, my hand in my panties, my fingers going crazy, and it started to feel better and better. And then I started imagining it was your hand down there.

"And then I started to imagine you were kissing me and touching my boobs. I got hotter and hotter and really really wet. And then I imagined you... you know... taking out your... your thing and putting it inside of me." She shook her head and sighed.

"That did it. I exploded right there standing on my feet. I moaned so loud someone in the sitting-room would have heard. Thank God there was nobosy around."

My cock was now a solid ramrod in my trousers. I had had many women talk nasty to me over the years—on the phone, in person, in text messages, in email—but never had mere talk aroused me as much as what Kate had just said.

It wasn't so much her words, it was the matter-of-fact, almost naïve way she'd told the story, the way she blushed as the words came out of her mouth, the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my trousers where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed.

"That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.





The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

"Really?" she asked, beaming, and adjusting her posture on her seat. In the process, her shorts rode up just a little bit more, finally exposing a hint of the panties beneath.

My eyes dropped involuntarily down, seeing that they were pale pink in colour.

"Really," I said, swallowing nervously and putting my eyes back on her face. "If I were your age and single, you would had to fight me off."

She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "And I wouldn't fight you very hard, either."

"That's uh... good to know," I mumbled, stealing another quick peak of her exposed panties. I just couldn't help myself.

"So... so... are you saying you have thought of me that way?" she asked me.

"Yes, Kate," I admitted. "I have thought of you that way."

She let her legs fall apart just a little more, widening the view of her panties. I could now see a stretch more than half an inch wide, more than three inches long, including the elastic portion along the edge.

The combination of the conversation we were engaged in and my fleeting views between her legs caused my cock to begin the normal biological reaction.

"Are you thinking of me that way right now?" she asked softly.

"I'm uh... going to have to take the fifth on that one," I replied.

She swallowed a little more of her drink. "You are, aren't you?" she asked. She stood up and moved over to the next seat by my right. "Can I tell you a secret?"

A secret? I nearly chuckled. "Why not? Sure, go ahead."

She gave a nervous giggle. "Some hours ago, I was in the toilet and I had an orgasm, just thinking about you."

I quite literally didn't know what to say to this. My mouth dropped open as a surge of adrenaline went shooting through me and the rational part of my mind tried to activate the warning system that things were getting out of hand here.

"I shocked you," Kate said, seeming far from upset by this. "I'm sorry. Maybe the booze is making me say things I shouldn't."

"That's uh... okay. Once again, I'm uh... flattered, but..."

"I'll never forget it," she said, before I could finish.

"You won't?"

"No," she said. "I was staring at my image in the mirror and I imagined you were right in the toilet with me. I imagined you were holding my waist from behind. I started... you know... playing with myself.

I had done that before, of course, but never to... you know... completion. But I was really Hot that moment. I think it was the horniest I had ever been before."

"Really?" I said, knowing I should make her stop all these lustful words.

Unfortunately, I was unable to. The imagination of seeing her unclothedness or semi-unclothedness and playing with herself was powerfully erotic.

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "And that was when my crush on you was the strongest. God I was so hot for you. I would've done anything for you.

So there I was, my hand in my panties, my fingers going crazy, and it started to feel better and better. And then I started imagining it was your hand down there.

"And then I started to imagine you were kissing me and touching my boobs. I got hotter and hotter and really really wet. And then I imagined you... you know... taking out your... your thing and putting it inside of me." She shook her head and sighed.

"That did it. I exploded right there standing on my feet. I moaned so loud someone in the sitting-room would have heard. Thank God there was nobosy around."

My cock was now a solid ramrod in my trousers. I had had many women talk nasty to me over the years—on the phone, in person, in text messages, in email—but never had mere talk aroused me as much as what Kate had just said.

It wasn't so much her words, it was the matter-of-fact, almost naïve way she'd told the story, the way she blushed as the words came out of her mouth, the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my trousers where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed.

"That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.





The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

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