“Guess what? I did some naughty internet shopping the other night,” my new part-time house help Alice announced with a wicked smile as she arrived one morning, her lovely bra-less titties bouncing up and down beneath her green T-shirt. She flipped a tiny package onto the kitchen table and began the washing up.
“What is it?” I asked.
“See for yourself.”
I undid the string, slid open the small silver box and removed its tissue-wrapped contents. Onto the table fell a gossamer-like pair of what can only be described as micro-panties. Crotchless. Their design was a cross between a bat and a butterfly. Fashioned in three shades of grey silk, with several cut-outs at the lower hip level and the flimsiest of attachment cords. And, of course, the all-important vertical pear drop-shaped gap at the bottom, surmounted by one tiny pearl. I stretched them across one of my hands, imagining Alice wearing them.
“You like?” she called from the sink.
“Ali, I just adore them. I simply can’t wait for you to try them on.”
“I’ll give you a little fashion show straight after we’ve showered together, if you like.” Taking a morning shower together was now established as part of our weekly routine. I headed for the bathroom with enthusiasm and stripped off. My adorable little minx followed close behind and we stepped naked into the shower together. After soaping me all over, Alice brought me off with ease, allowing me to cum over her silky-smooth pussie. We always finish our shower sessions this way.
We towelled each other dry and she slipped into her sexy new panties. They fitted her like a glove and I cautiously fingered her quim through the bottom cut-out. “Now you know what the little pearl is for,” she giggled.
“Please let me pay for them, Alice?” I asked her as we returned to the kitchen.
“I wouldn’t hear of it. When I was ordering them online the other night, a really naughty thought occurred to me.”
“And what was that?”
“Well, they’d be ideal to use if you’d like to watch me peeing in the garden.”
“What a lovely idea!”
“What’s more – you remember that time when we laid on a show for that old fellow next door?”
“Reverend Spooner, you mean?”
“Yup. Well how’d it be if, for a reprise, we let him watch me performing some naughty watersports for you?”
“Would you?”
“I’d love to.”
“When?”
She looked out of the kitchen window at the sun-dappled lawn. “No time like the present, sweetie!” So saying, she brought a large water jug from the fridge and poured us both a drink. “Always a good idea to have a full bladder for pee fun. So they say.” She giggled.
Slipping off her T-shirt she ambled out into the garden wearing her bleached denim shorts and began industriously hoeing one of the herbaceous borders, all the while ensuring that her pert derriere was pointed in the direction of the Rev Spooner’s living room. As I joined her on the lawn she gave a wicked wink. “He’s up there.”
Alice un-buttoned her shorts and kicked them off to one side. Now the only thing between her total nakedness were the silk crotchless micro-panties. Glancing down at her crotch, she wriggled to give them a slight adjustment, checking that the bottom opening encircled her heavenly slit. “Ready when you are, Big Boy.”
Being bashfully tongued-tied about admitting to my lack of experience in this area of sexual taboo, I asked: “So what do I have to do?”
“Slip off your slacks and just stretch out on the grass. Alice is going to give you a lovely watering.” I rolled up her shorts to use them as a pillow and did as instructed, spotting a twitch in the net curtains of Rev Spooner’s living room. So, now we had an audience. “Talk dirty to me, Daddy – so I can make my pee-pee extra strong for you? I can even aim some into your mouth, if you’d like!”
Alice was as good as her word. Pinching her labia lips on either side of her panties’ bottom opening, she soon produced a lovely amber shower, which splashed all over my stiff cock, onto my navel, up across my chest and, finally, into my mouth. I gargled its sweetness and swallowed. ‘Whatever would his reverence make of this debauchery’ I thought as I began furiously stroking myself, just as a second wave of Alice’s glorious golden rain arrived.
An hour later we were sitting in the kitchen drinking a reviving cup of strong tea before Alice headed for home on her bike. She was still topless, idly stroking her puffy nipples. The front door was open and from the street we heard the wailing of an ambulance siren. Slipping on her T-shirt she got up to check what was happening, returning with a long and serious expression etched on her face.
“What’s the problem?”
“There’s an ambulance outside your neighbour’s apartment block. I think they were taking old Reverend What’s-his-name away on a stretcher!”
