In the weeks that elapsed since I first exposed myself to dad, I was paranoid that something was going to come and bite me in the butt. Nothing happened, though. Not a single fallout. I felt like I successfully crossed a major bridge in my early sexual discovery. Of course, I got the itch again soon after.
On an evening when it was just me and Dad again, I decided to continue my exhibitionist ways. I wrapped up my shower by doing a fresh shave on my legs and pussy. I put on my robe for dinner, which was something I hadn’t done for weeks. Instead, I was resorting to pjs while things cooled down. The meal was uneventful and didn’t really present any great opportunities for “accidental” nudity. There was still the rest of the evening, so I tried to be patient.
After dinner and homework, I joined Dad in the basement, where he suggested we play a racing video game on the big screen. Despite being a casual game, I was always very outspoken (ok, loud) and wildly animated, win or lose. I started off by sitting to Dad’s right on the couch. After a couple of races, my celebrations and protests started to take their toll on how well my robe was secured. The belt had loosened, and the top subsequently started to pull away and apart, making my boobs easily seen from a downward angle. I started getting aroused quickly. My nipples grew firm, seated on my slightly puffy areolas. Combined with having perky boobs, there was a lot going on! My pussy also started to let me know that it didn’t want to be left out. A wet feeling soon arose, as my labia began to open up.
Dad left to take a phone call and had to go upstairs. I saw it as a perfect opportunity for a quick play. I pulled my arms out of their sleeves and pulled my robe apart. I was essentially sitting naked on my robe. Using a couple fingers, I rubbed over my pussy. Each passing circle spread my wetness evenly over my clit, labia, and surrounding areas. A steady supply of fresh fluid changed my pussy from just being a little wet to almost soaked. I inserted a single finger, and it glided in with ease. Fingering my pussy created a silly squishing sound as wetness continued to cascade toward the entrance.
I pretty much got lost in my own bliss! I heard Dad on his way back with very little warning. I haphazardly pulled the sleeves back on and tried my best to cover up. Still being seated, I was poorly covered and had a very loose half knot at my waist. As Dad came around the corner, my face turned beet red from embarrassment. “Everything good?” Dad questioned as he sat next to me on the couch. “Yeah, are you ready to lose again?” was my hurried response that seemed to be enough to reset the situation.
In an attempt to rearrange my robe more naturally, I scooted over slightly to the right, so that my back was now pressing against the arm of the couch with my legs outstretched. We were so close together that my feet pressed up against his leg. The gathered material underneath my bum only slid with me and didn’t provide any more slack. The robe’s length would normally hit a couple of inches above the knees while standing, and a little bit higher when sitting down. It now just barely covered my pussy, and very little material overlapped above it.
My horny brain pummeled logic and modesty out of the picture. “Do it” was the winning command sent by my brain to the rest of the body. When a new race started, I put my feet flat on the cushion, off to each side, and brought my knees up, so I could rest the controller against them. The small amount of fabric, acting as the last defense to my modesty, slid down my silky legs without resistance. As I was sitting slouched on my tailbone, the bottom material fell to the base of my bum, while the top overlap parted and fell elegantly to either side of my mound, as if a curtain were being raised for a ballet.
The bright lights in the room revealed every detail of my perfectly smooth, wet pussy. Being uncovered and prominent, my pussy’s fragrance began to fill the room at a high concentration. Dad, being so close to me, definitely began taking notice. He turned his head to talk to me more frequently, and I could see his eyes surveying between my legs each time. My pussy was pulsating excitedly to my pounding heartbeat. I felt so incredibly wet, yet my pussy produced more and more. Just a little shift of my bum caused a flood of wetness to briefly overflow from my pussy, running down over my perineum, and finally pooling between my bum cheeks where it was absorbed by the gathered robe material.
I continued to expose my pussy like this for the duration of the race before feeling quite content. Afterwards, I stood up, and properly adjusted my robe before sitting down for the next couple of rounds. Mum came home a short time later. When I got upstairs, she said, “My, you look comfy!” I responded with, “Very comfy. I love this robe,” and then continued to the bathroom to clean up. xx
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