Penny Lane's Seduction

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  “No prob. I guess I was in a world of my own.”

  “I asked how your uncle was.”

  I forced a smile, although I didn’t really want to talk to him. “He’s doing okay. They transferred him to an ordinary ward. Mum says he’s strong as an ox, and reckons the other car came off worst as a result.”

  He chuckled. “Glad to hear he’s okay.”

  “I didn’t know they’d told you.”

  “Oh, yeah, and they asked me to make sure you stuck by the rules they set.”

  “The rules?”

  He grinned at me. “You’re not allowed to get naked for your boyfriend during the day today or tomorrow.”

  “Frank!” I was annoyed by his grin as well as by his words. “I’m quite sure they put it another way.”

  “Don’t get prim and proper with me, young lady.”

  I swallowed hard. I didn’t really want to get on his bad side.

  “We both know that’s what they meant. They don’t want Gareth skiving off work today, or you letting him persuade you to stay home tomorrow.”

  “True, and as you can see he’s gone to work.”

  “Good, then you can keep to what your mum told you then…”

  “Exactly.”

  “…And just get naked for me this afternoon.”

  “What?” My look of sheer horror must have tickled his fancy because he was almost barking with laughter.

  After a few seconds he sobered and smiled at me. Once more it was that predatory smile.

  “I’ll pop round after lunch, and you can show me what you showed me before, only this time in a bit more comfort.”

  “I am not letting you upstairs in my house.”

  “I didn’t say upstairs, I meant in the sitting room.”

  I suddenly parsed what I’d said. I’d more or less agreed to take my clothes off for him, again.

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I know, sweetie, but I can see your body wants to do it.”

  “It wants nothing of the sort.”

  “And you get off on doing it.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Yes, you do. Are we going to have the same conversation again? Once you expose yourself to me your pussy is so wet, you either bring yourself off in fifteen seconds or you jump on your fella.”

  I frowned at him.

  “I’ll pop round about two, and you can show me some nice underwear with you in it, and then you can take it off. Seeing as your fella won’t be here ’til about six, that gives you time to strip, masturbate and then repeat about three times I reckon.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Want to bet? I reckon if we open that coat of yours and have a little look at your top we’d see a couple of indentations where your nipples are showing through. I bet you’re more than just damp between your legs too.”

  “I’m…” Words failed me because I knew his assessment was true. The idea of exposing myself was turning me on. I swallowed hard and just looked at him. He took that as surrender.

  “That’s a good girl. Make sure the first set of scanties are white ones, and the second set are black. I’ll leave the other choices to you. If you’re good I won’t make you let me watch you cum until after the black set comes off.”

  I gasped. The thought of going that far in front of him hadn’t even crossed my mind. Why the hell not? It was obvious.

  He spun on his heel and, a moment later, I heard him whistling, and then his front door closed and I was alone again.

  What in four hells had I got myself into…again?

  * * * *

  I felt dirty when I got inside, dirty just from talking to him. I quickly stripped and took a quick shower again, despite having had that one earlier with Gareth, but made sure not to get my hair wet. Wrapped in my robe, I wandered back to my bedroom and thought about the situation. It would be easy to say no, to refuse to let him in. He hadn’t threatened to tell anyone, it wasn’t like he was forcing me, but I felt compelled, somehow. My own compulsion. Already I could feel my nipples were hard again—they had been before I unlocked the front door too.

  Walking over to the window, I gazed out across the garden and a movement caught my eye. Frank was out in his garden and, I realized, looking up at me. He could see I was wearing my robe rather than the clothes I’d arrived home in, so it would be obvious I was naked underneath.

  He pantomimed undoing the belt of the robe and then opening it. It looked both obscene and silly—he was wearing ordinary clothes still as he puffed away at his ever present fag. I tried not to giggle at the sight of him miming me stripping off now rather than later. I shuddered as he tried to plead with me, although at least he didn’t go down on his knees. He was enjoying himself too, I could see that. I shook my head ‘no’ but he just repeated his pantomime again.

  I didn’t want him watching me all morning and even though the idea of this afternoon wasn’t exactly appealing, it wasn’t as unappealing as it had been. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. I knew if I put a hand inside my robe and touched myself, my fingers would come away wet. I shivered again and then slowly dropped my hands to the belt of my robe. Frank stopped his pantomime and stood there watching intently as I slowly undid the belt. I was lost in the moment. In my head I was doing this for myself, not for him. The belt came undone and I let it drop, remembering how the shirt had opened down my front to expose myself to Gareth’s view last night. I closed my eyes, shutting him out, concentrating on remembering that moment and then, with a shrug, I pushed the robe out, letting it fall back on my arms. My breasts were now in full view of my randy voyeuristic neighbor, and lower down so was my throbbing pussy.

  I stood still for a moment, then slowly turned around and pulled the robe back up. Before I could look at him again, I reached behind me and dragged one curtain across then twisted to sit on the bed, breathing heavily. How on earth I was going to get my course-work done I had no idea. First, though, I had to do something else. I lay back on the bed, allowing the robe to fall open again and started to slide my fingers down over my stomach as I bent my knees and spread my legs apart.

  * * * *

  I guess I surprised myself because when I looked at the clock it was already one o’clock and I’d got half the assignment done. I needed to grab something to eat, then get dressed. I was still in my robe. I glanced at my underwear drawer, remembering Frank’s instructions, and shuddered. Nevertheless, I pulled out a white lace set and put them on, then found a nice white button-up blouse and a denim mini skirt to go with it. Quite why I put on a pair of low heels I don’t know, but I did, then raced downstairs to make a sandwich and eat it before I had a visitor. I was quite determined to send him packing with a flea in his ear. I certainly wasn’t going to follow his instructions—even though I had laid a black underwear set on the bed to change into.

  I couldn’t explain my actions, and I ate the sandwich without even putting the radio on. About quarter to two, the phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Pen, are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Mum.”

  She chuckled. “I just bet you are after last night.”

  “Mum!”

  “Kidding, darling, kidding.”

  “I should hope so too.” I tried to sound prim and proper, but she just laughed and I could hear Dad laughing in the background too.

  “How’s Uncle Don?”

  “He’s doing okay. He’ll have his leg in a traction frame for about eight weeks, and will need physiotherapy afterward, but he’ll mend. Gave us all a scare, but it’s nowhere near as bad as they thought. On Thursday night they were warning Alison they might have to amputate.”

  “God! How is she?”

  “She’s okay. Less shaken now.”

  “And the boys?”

  “Taking it like little troopers. Alison and I are going to take them to see their dad later this afternoon.”

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sp; “Give them all a hug from me.”

  “Of course. Now you’re sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “And the course-work?”

  “It’s going well, I’ve got about half the assignment finished. And before you ask, Gareth went off to work this morning as usual, on time, and I won’t be seeing him ’til tonight. Hopefully I’ll have the back broken on the assignment and I can finish it tomorrow night.”

  “I’m not checking up on you, Pen…”

  It was my turn to laugh. “Yes, you are, Mum. But I forgive you…just this once.”

  I heard my dad in the background “Got you there, Caro… She got you good.”

  “Shut up, Jack.”

  “Leave him be, Mum, he’s right.”

  “Don’t ever let on he’s right, he’ll be insufferable. That would apply to Gareth too.”

  “Enough, already. Poor bugger’s got to eat my cooking tonight.”

  “You’re a good cook, Pen.”

  “But you spoilt him last week, and that chicken is a hard act to follow.”

  “So, what are you cooking him?”

  I shrugged. The only thing I was thinking about serving him was me, naked, on a bed, or on the couch. I wasn’t thinking about food. Then I remembered I was on the phone. “Don’t know yet, been working hard all morning.”

  “Okay, okay, point taken. Be good. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

  “Fine, Mum, but we’re not going to break the rules.”

  “I’ll let you feed him tomorrow, you know.”

  “As if you could stop me, but he’ll be gone by seven, give me chance to get three or four hours on this assignment, and then I’ll have cracked it.” I might feed him tomorrow night, but we’d have time for something else too. God, I was turning into some kind of nymphomaniac. I was getting hot thinking about tonight.

  “I’ll let you go, Pen.”

  “Bye Mum, bye Dad.”

  “Bye.”

  I turned around as I put the phone down and for the second time today nearly screamed as I came face to face with Frank. I guess he’d let himself in when I didn’t answer his knock—assuming he had knocked.

  “I guess that was Caroline checking up on you.”

  “Yeah. Stop making me jump like that.”

  “Okay.” He chuckled. “Good job she didn’t ring thirty minutes later.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’d be naked with your fingers buried in your pussy. Bit hard to explain to your mum what you’re doing when you’re about to cum, isn’t it?”

  “And what makes you think I’ll be doing that?”

  “You already know why. And I know you want to do it too. That’s the reason you bared your body to me this morning.”

  “I don’t know, and no, I don’t want to.”

  “Okay, clever clogs, answer me two questions.”

  I waited for him to continue.

  “Firstly, why are you wearing white lace underwear?”

  “How do you know that?”

  He rolled his eyes. “The blouse is semi-translucent so I can see the bra.”

  “Oh.”

  “Secondly, if you don’t want me to see what you’ve got under those clothes, why are you wearing heels to make your legs look better when you always wear trainers? Also, why did you expose yourself at your window earlier?”

  “That’s three questions.” My sullen tone just made him laugh.

  He moved over to the couch and sat down in the middle of it facing the TV. “Why don’t you come and stand here?” He pointed to a spot a couple of feet in front of him.

  “I’m happy where I am, thank you.”

  “Suit yourself, but I think my spot is better for you.”

  “Better for you, you mean.”

  “Maybe, but better for you too.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, sweetie, if you stand where I say, you won’t be in the direct sight of anyone walking up the street. You don’t really want the neighborhood to know about your kinky exhibitionist streak, do you?”

  “I’m not going to do anything.”

  “Yes you are, sweetie. Yes you are. I can see it in the way you’re looking at me. Now, get over here!”

  His voice seemed to crack across the room making me jump a little. I felt like taking a swipe at him, slapping him around his smug face, but instead I walked over to where he said. Satisfied he was winning, he sat back and grinned at me.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going to touch you today. So all you have to do is take your clothes off, then you can run upstairs, masturbate, put some more clothes on and repeat. The only difference will be after the first time you get to masturbate before you go upstairs.”

  “I’m not going to do that.”

  “Yes you are, Penny. And if you don’t start soon, I’m going to put some music on the radio and let you dance a striptease instead.”

  “That isn’t happening.”

  “So start getting naked. Undo those buttons.”

  “I’m not doing this multiple times. I need to get my college work done.”

  He grinned at me. “Good girl. A minute ago you said you weren’t going to do it at all.”

  I frowned at him. Somehow, once more I’d trapped myself. The truth was, though, that deep inside I wanted to do this again. His presence sparked something primal deep inside me.

  “So, how many times are you prepared to strip for me today?”

  I took a shuddering breath. “Once.”

  He shook his head. “I told you four times, earlier.”

  “I’m not doing it four times.”

  “How about three, then?”

  “How about two?” As soon as the words left my mouth I winced. He’d trapped me again. I’d just volunteered to take my clothes off for him twice. I hadn’t intended to do it even once. He laughed, obviously pleased to get what he wanted. At least after two such sessions I’d have time to calm down and get some work done before Gareth arrived.

  “Okay, two, but one change.”

  “Which is?”

  “You masturbate down here both times. Don’t worry, I’m not going to touch you.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise. I just want to look at that naked body of yours. Even more, I want to look at your naked body in the midst of cumming.”

  I shuddered but my hands went to the collar of my blouse and I flicked the first button undone. He settled back again and watched, his eyes fixed on my hands as one by one I popped each button through the buttonhole, opening the blouse down my front.

  This was the fourth time I was going to expose myself, nekkid, to him. The third time had been upstairs this morning. Only on the second time had he been in the same room, and that had been with the full width of the kitchen between us. Now, though, I was closer to him—very close. If he sat forward all he had to do was reach out a hand and he could touch me. That closeness made it feel more dangerous to me than ever before. That very danger seemed to make me more excited rather than less.

  “Stop playing with those buttons and get them undone.”

  I swallowed hard but obeyed and watched that lustful smile spread across his lips. His eyes were wide open, staring at me, although he was looking at my chest, not my face. That gave me the chance to glance down at his crotch, seeing a bulge starting to show from there. Watching me doing as he wanted was getting him hard. My breathing quickened. Although I didn’t want him to make a move on me, I was still getting turned on by stripping for him.

  “Good girl. Now I think you should lose the blouse completely, don’t you?”

  “I guess.”

  “Don’t answer me back, sweetie, just strip. I want to see that naked body of yours writhing on the carpet in the throes of a massive orgasm.”

  I frowned at him again, but pulled the blouse from the waistband of my skirt and slipped it down my arms and off. He held his hand out for it and I passed the blouse to him. I’m not sure why I let him take my blo
use, but take it he did. Not that he did anything with it, he simply placed it on the arm of the couch.

  “Turn around, sweetie. Let me see what the back view looks like.”

  Once again I followed his instructions. It was if I’d surrendered my free will to him, and somehow, simply doing as he said, made it easier for me. I was getting hot though, and as the level of exposure increased I knew I’d get hotter still. Just as in the previous times.

  “Bend over at the waist, Penny. Grab your ankles. Let’s see how far the skirt slides up at the back. Do it slowly. Plenty of time.”

  It was humiliating but I still did it, feeling the denim of my skirt slide higher. I’d expected him to tell me to take my bra off, giving him longer to feast his gaze on my breasts, but he was doing it his way.

  “Stand up again, and turn back to face me. Nice choice of white knickers by the way. They really sit nicely on your ass.”

  “You couldn’t see that much.”

  “Ah, but I will. Now slowly lift the hem of your skirt until you’ve got the whole thing around your waist.”

  I sighed, but again followed his instructions, working the tight skirt up until he could see the whole of my panties. He giggled, a very high-pitched sound and I saw his hand drop to his lap to adjust the evident bulge in his trousers.

  “Very nice, sweetie, very nice. I guess this is getting you excited.”

  “Don’t jump to conclusions.”

  “I’m not. The front of your panties has a large wet spot and going see-through. I can see your pussy lips through them.”

  I couldn’t help myself—the heat rising to my face was definitely embarrassment, not arousal. He watched me blush and laughed long and low as that fact obviously amused him.

  “Lose the panties, sweetie. I want a trophy.”

  “You’re not keeping them.”

  “Ah, see, you didn’t object to taking them off next.” He’d tricked me again. I knew I could just stop this at any point, but I didn’t want to. Much as one part of me hated it, I was enjoying it. My hands went to the waistband of my panties and I started to pull them down, although I made sure my skirt followed suit, covering me as quickly as the removal of my underwear exposed me. He was smiling as he watched me complete the process of stepping out of my panties and I waited for him to tell me to lift my skirt and expose my privates to him. Instead, he decided to taunt me again.