Dads Girlfriend

Fbailey story number 182


Dad’s Girlfriend


Robin was quite stunning. She was thirty-six years old and had frosted hair, which gave her sort of blonde and gray streaks. It was long and covered her hard nipples at times and it was crinkled too. My mother would have been her age if she had survived the car accident.

Robin wore a 36-C bra and her panties were a size six medium because I had snooped in the laundry. Her measurements were 36-28-36 because she had told me so. Robin also said that she stood five feet six inches tall and that she weighed a hundred and twenty pounds.

Dad sure was one lucky guy from what I could tell after they went to bed. Robin was a woman that could really moan and groan with a few ‘Oh Gods’ tossed in for good measure.

Robin had only moved in with us a month ago but she sure knew how to tease me. Every night after they made love Robin would walk by my bedroom on her way to the bathroom to clean up. She would be wearing one of dad’s extra large white T-shirts and holding her hand on her pussy to keep the cum from dripping all over the floor. She would smile at me as she went to the bathroom but on the way back she would come in and pull my blankets up snug and then kiss my forehead. With the light on in the hallway I got a pretty good look down the gaping neckline at her bare breasts but I never really got the view that I wanted.

Then after that first month of living with us Robin started leaving the bathroom door open whenever she was on the toilet or in the bathtub. She also started to tease me by wearing sexy negligées around the house after dinner. She said that it was to tease my father but I knew that she liked to tease me too. They were cute little baby doll things with matching panties that I couldn’t see through but as she got bolder her negligées got more shear as did her matching panties too. I would watch her as she stood in front of dad while he watched television and let him feel her up. At that point in my life I was jerking off two or three times a day and a couple times before I fell asleep.

Every day it seemed that I would catch Robin on the toilet as I passed by or in the bathtub with her headphones on and singing to the music. Then every night I would see her in a transparent negligée for that final goodnight kiss. It was more than a horny sixteen-year-old boy could handle. Dad was forty-two years old but at least he had an outlet for his sexual needs. Mine were all pent up and I was about ready to explode.

Then after two months of living with us dad got a call one Friday evening to come into work for a serious problem. He told us not to wait up which meant that it was going to take a long time to fix. Robin had been getting ready to go out dancing. She loved that Country Line Dancing. That’s where she had met my father. Dad told her to take me dancing with her if she still wanted to go. She just looked at me and smiled. I just looked at her and drooled. Robin was wearing a tight blue jean mini shirt with threads hanging around the bottom and a blue and white gingham shirt that was just tied in a knot under her breasts. Her bright red bra was about half visible in the front. Her matching thong panties were up high enough to be visible in the rear. Robin had on a pair of white cowboy boots and a white cowboy hat. She honestly looked good enough to eat. I was surprised that her skimpy skirt even covered her pussy. It was way down below her belly button. Thanks to her see through nighties I knew full well that Robin shaved her pussy bald. She looked like a million dollars and she was my date. Thank you God!

So she drove us to the bar and of course she knew the bouncer at the door. After a few words he let me in but he stamped the back of my right hand with the words “Under 21” so that I couldn’t get served any alcohol. Hell I didn’t even drink. I didn’t even have a diver’s license either.

As I walked in with Robin on my arm I swear that every guy looked at me and wondered what to hell she was doing with me. She was clearly out of my league. Robin saw six ladies that she knew and worked our way over to them. They pushed their chairs out and grabbed two more to add to their table for us. Robin kissed them all right on the lips and smashed breasts into their breasts as she introduced me. I was very pleased to also get a kiss on the lips and to have their tits smashed into my chest too. As we sat down I had a clear view up most of their short skirts and could see the color of their panties. One lady had on a pair of blue jeans but they were skin-tight and looked like she was poured into them. They drank beers and shots while I enjoyed my Pepsi. We all got up to dance a couple of songs then we would sit one or two out.

After about an hour the lady in the tight jeans asked me to accompany her to the bathroom. Robin told me to go with Stacy and help her so I did. She took me right into the lady’s room with other ladies in there. They had doors on their stalls for privacy but I still concerned. After all I had never been allowed in a lady’s bathroom before. Stacy asked me to undo her jeans for her because she couldn’t. She had really long fingernails and her pants were far too tight. I had trouble getting them undone too but I finally managed, then she asked me to help her get them down. You’ve got to be kidding! However after seeing Robin in the bathtub several times I was kind of interested in what other girls looked like so I pulled them down a ways and watched her go into the stall and close the door. I could even hear her pissing into the water in the toilet. Then she opened the door up. She had pulled her pretty pink panties up but needed help with her pants again. They were just below her knees so I knelt down and grabbed a hold of them and started pulling them up. It was like trying to put the skin back on a grape. I struggled to get them up her thighs and I accidentally hit her pussy but she didn’t say a word so I managed to let the back of my hand brush against her panties a few more times. Eventually I was lifting Stacy up off the floor trying to pull her pants up but finally I was successful. Then the really hard part was to get them zipped and snapped again. She definitely needed a bigger size but she looked oh so good in them.

When we returned to our table the other ladies asked her what took us so long and Stacy told them I was a real gentleman and had helped her out of her pants and back into them again.