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 Author: ursismajor
Title: Those Pink Panties!
Part: Chapter 5
Summary: Anna follows her nature
Keywords: Mf, MF, exh, oral

   Chapter 5 Those Pink Panties!

   November 1990

   Although Anna and Jenny had developed, and were continuing to develop, a
very close relationship, the girl's reaction to Peter was a bit different.
Jenny's husband was an important element in the way the home worked and
certainly in the emotional life of both women - although the teenager
didn't acknowledge it.

   The girl was attracted to the man.  Oh sure, he was tall and
good-looking but past that he was a really nice person and Anna found him,
well, sexy.  When he was present the dynamics were different and on the
relatively rare occasions when he and the girl were alone, she couldn't
help noticing that she felt, and acted, differently.  More adult, perhaps?
She wasn't sure but she did know she found him exciting.

   And at night, in her bed?  Well, her fingers were finding their way into
her vagina an almost nightly basis and the thought that the fingers were
his, not her own, was a recurring theme.  But she always felt a little
guilty, not anymore about the desire to have the man do things to her (she
had got past that) but because of who he was, Jenny's, her aunt's, husband.

   One afternoon the girl returned from school to find Peter in the
apartment.  He was, he said, working on an important policy document and so
decided to work from home for a bit of peace and quiet.

   After the usual kiss on the cheek the fifteen year old headed for the
kitchen for a drink and a snack and as she left the lounge room she looked
in the mirror in the hall and saw the man watching her as she walked away.
Their eyes met briefly through the reflections and he quickly looked down
att he papers he was holding but Anna felt a wave of heat and an immediate
increase in wetness between her legs at what was unspoken - that the man,
older than her own father, married to her aunt, had watched her because it
gave him pleasure, because she was, she was, what?  Because she decided,
because she was a female, and because he found her sexually interesting.

   She took her snack to her room without going back into the lounge room
and she hoped he watched her as she past the open door.

   He did.  Like Anna, and he suspected his wife, Peter was aware of the
different atmospheres in the home, feelings dictated by who was present at
any time.  He had watched the teenager ever since she arrived, always aware
of her and her youthful sexuality.  The occasional look down the front of a
loose blouse on a summer's night, the sometimes evident panty-line through
some of the clothes she wore, the little rise of her pubic mound he saw
when she wore her bikini and sun baked.

   He was a "touchy" person and so were both the females in the house.  A
hand on the shoulder, a hug before bed, the little caress on the cheek was
common - and enjoyable.

   When the girl came home that afternoon he had been deeply engrossed in
his work but once she entered, short check school tunic, hem swaying, his
ability to concentrate took a severe hit.

   Peter had never thought of himself as interested in schoolgirls (in fact
he had joked more than once that their mothers might be a different thing)
but he was stirred by his wife's niece.  Oh sure he had plenty of
experience with under age girls - his first examination of a cunt was of an
11 year old, his first lick was the same girl, he was sucked first by a
girl of 13, and his first fuck was to spread the legs of a 14 year old -
but all those experiences had been when he was also of similar ages.

   But then there was Anna - Anna was different (as his wife had noticed
and teased him about).

   Yes, he watched her as she walked from the room, watched her tight
little bum and the swish of her short uniform skirt, and had met her eyes
in the mirror and felt the same shock of acknowledgement that they were
both aware of his interest.

   Later, while Anna was in her bedroom, changing or whatever, his mind
wandered from his work to the girl, to her skirt and panties in particular,
to what it would be like to run his hand under her skirt while she was
standing next to him, to feel the cotton of her panties, their dampness, to
slip a finger around the garment's leg and into her cunt.  Would it be very
tight?  How wet would it be?  How far up her could he slide his finger?

   It was with real difficulty that he forced himself to forget the 15 year
old's intimate parts and what he would like to do to them, and to
re-concentrate on his work, feeling his very stiff cock gradually subside
in his trousers.

   Anna had a pee then, in her bedroom, stripped of her uniform and stood
in her white cotton underpants and bra.  Without thinking, and she would
examine her motives later, she pulled down her pants and slipped on a pink,
rather lacy pair, actually the most adult, the "sexiest" ones she owned. 
Instead of a T-shirt and shorts that she would normally have donned, the
girl dressed in a buttoned blouse and a short, rather full white skirt. 
Her choices were, as she would later assure herself, quite unconscious.

   She brushed her hair, formed it into two pigtails, took a folder of
homework, and joined the man in the lounge room.

   "Can I get you anything?" she asked him.  "A drink?"

   "No thanks my dear.  I really do have to work.  What are you going to
do?"

   "Oh, I think I'll join you.  I have some reading to do for an assay for
next week."

   "Good," Peter thought.  "No, not good!"

   The girl settled into a deep armchair opposite the sofa used by her
uncle and began to read.

   They read their documents in silence for some time then the girl moved
to become more comfortable.  She doubled a leg up under her and lent
against the arm of the chair, her skirt riding up to expose an expanse of
thigh.

   Peter caught her movement in his peripheral vision and spontaneously
looked at her.  "Yum," he thought.  Blonde pigtails, white skirt, white
thigh.  Attempting to take care that the teenager didn't notice, the man
moved a little on the sofa so that the girl was more directly in his view.

   He went back to reading his papers but with less concentration than had
been the case.  When the girl again moved, he watched directly if not
openly.  However, the readjustment of her position gave him less to see and
he was amused at his own disappointment.  "Jenny's right," the thought, "I
am a dirty old man."

   After about half an hour Anna was becoming bored with her work and more
fidgety.  She jumped up, skirt swinging: "Sure I can't get you anything?"

   "Oh, what the hell.  A glass of wine would be good."

   "Red or white?"

   "White, thanks."

   He watched her as she left the room and was deep in thought, but not
about his work, when she returned with two glasses.  "Riesling," she said,
handing him one.  "What time will Jen be home?"

   "Oh, the usual I guess.  About another hour.  In a while I'll start
dinner."

   "I'll help," Anna said.

   They went to their reading but neither was now very interested.

   "I'm sick of this, " Peter said.  "Let's watch the cricket.  They're
playing in Adelaide."

   Anna shared with Peter and Jenny the traditional Australian love of
sport and she happily agreed to a television relief to her boring
schoolwork.

   Peter could now watch her more directly as she was turned more towards
the television set and it was easier fore him to predict when she might
look over and catch him watching her.

   As they settled into the game, and it was at quite an engrossing stage,
the man waited for what he hoped would be his "reward." It came after about
ten minutes when, after darting into the kitchen to get them some nibbles,
Anna rather carelessly curled up in the armchair, watching the screen.  Her
legs were drawn up and Peter could see a large expanse of thigh and, after
another slight movement, just the edge of her panties.  "Yum," he thought,
"pink."

   Now it was his turn to move and he did so to the far end of the sofa so
that he was closer to the girl and directly opposite her.  A few minutes
later she moved again and his "reward" arrived.  The girl put one foot on
the floor and with the other leg under her, opened a valley between her
thighs, a clear and deep valley to her male observer.  Now the older man
could see all the way up one leg, under the skirt to the V of her pantied
crutch.

   He was glad Anna didn't ask him anything about the cricket because he
was not watching it.  He was looking at the young girl's underwear and his
mind was not on bat and ball but rather on finger and tongue.

   How wet would she be?  Could she take two fingers?  How would she react
if he gently tickled her other, even tighter hole?  What would she taste
like?

   Then Anna looked at him.  Sprung!  He looked away but it was clear to
her that he had been looking up her skirt.  She felt a wave of heat flow
over her and then, nervously, she did as her aunt had told her she had done
at about the same age - she moved to give the man a better view.

   When Peter managed to risk a sidelong glance at the schoolgirl he was
not surprised to see that she had changed her position but was amazed to
see what the change was.  The girl now sat so that the V had widened
because her legs had parted.  She looked at him but didn't speak.  He
noticed she was flushed and after their eyes locked for a second or two (an
interminable time it seemed to her), she looked back at the TV screen.  As
she did so, her knees spread just a little wider.  He wanted to take out
his hard cock, to rub it on her......

   They both snapped alert guiltily as Jenny's key turned in the lock and
her voice said from the passage way: "Hello!  I'm home early."

   The man and the girl collided as they both tried to get through the
doorway, Anna to "innocently" meet her aunt and Peter to "innocently" meet
his wife.  Neither felt innocent.

   He fucked Jenny that night, around the leg of her (black) panties which
he had made clear he wanted her to wear to bed.  That was after he had
licked her through the black fabric until the undergarment was soaked with
his saliva and her juices.  As was often the case, his wife teased him
about her niece as he fucked her, asking things like "What did you two get
up to this afternoon?", "What color panties was SHE wearing?" and "Are you
thinking about that little blonde schoolgirl while you're fucking me?".  He
didn't respond to any of the good-natured queries.

   Somewhat unusually, he did not sleep immediately after his deflating
cock slipped from Jenny's cunt, staining her panties with their cum.  She
did but Peter lay awake for a time, gently caressing his wet, soft penis,
thinking.

   He thought of experiences he had never mentioned to his wife - "well,
she hasn't asked" he mused.  The experiences were, when about 22, he had
three times stroked his 14 year old sister-in-law's small, pointed breasts
through the armhole of her baby-doll pyjamas as they watched television
(with his mother-in-law asleep in a chair on the other side of the room)
and on two of those occasions had slipped a caressing finger around the leg
of her pyjama bottom to feel the soft beginnings of down beside her vagina
and the slight stickiness of her virgin slit.  Those times had been special
circumstances and, although he sometimes remembered them with pleasure and
without guilt, he had not sought repeat experiences with her or any one
else of her age.  Peter had noticed, however, that he was recalling the
episodes with his first wife's sister rather more often in the preceding
weeks.

   He slipped into sleep, fantasizing about a fifteen year old's fingers
holding pink panties aside so his tongue could explore her.