My best friend's dad

This is a particularly favorite journal entry... enjoy! My first semester at college I went home with my best friend to do a few loads of laundry for free. I couldn't pass on the offer to save a few bucks in quarters and skip the laundry mat.

Carrie lived in a REALLY nice house with her dad, Bll, and younger brother, Kevin. Her parents divorced years ago and her mom moved to Florida.

It was late when we pulled into the driveway. I had my blonde hair in a messy bun when we arrived at Carrie's place. I was wearing low rise white sweat pants which were tight across my ass and in big blocky letters it read PINK. I wore a matching hot pink PINK spaghetti strap tank top. I know, I know, but it was really in style then. My black bra straps were visible and the top of the bra cups peaked out slightly as they pushed my 32C cleavage up. The tank top did not cover my midriff As a college freshman I was OBVIOUSLY seeking attention. AND attention I got.

Carrie greeted her dad with a peck on the cheek and a quick hug. Carrie similarly wore sweat pants with BOOTY written across the ass and a black tank top which had bra cups built in. I could see Bills eyes briefly linger on me when I entered. He mentioned off hand how grown up we looked and asked how college life was treating us.

Bill was probably in his early 40s back then as Carrie was his oldest child. He was an executive at a local business and kept himself in shape. His over six foot frame was typically always in nice dockers pants and a button down shirt. He was well dressed and well groomed in a professional manner.

We chatted lightly about school and Bill told us to leave our luggage and laundry by the stairs and he would take care of it. I declined as I had never let anyone do my laundry. Carrie insisted that her dad ALWAYS did the laundry at their house and we could go hang out if we let him do it. I was convinced and we ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

We were listening music on her new CD player when I remembered my brush in my luggage. I wanted to brush out the messy bun I had in my hair before bed. I told Carrie I'd be right back but she didn't seem to hear me over the music and the AOL Instant Messenger conversation she was having with a guy from college. Whatever I laughed as I closed the door behind me plunging the dark hallway in silence.

My breasts bounced in my black push-up bra as I hopped down the stairs. I had navigated this house countless times as a kid and didn't bother to turn on the lights. I moved down the hallway and noticed the laundry room door was cracked and a light was on. She felt bad for Bill doing her laundry, they had all weekend and she was more than capable.

I was about to enter the laundry room when I noticed Bill through the crack holding something up in front of him. I instantly froze. Oh my god I thought. Bill was holding up one of my thongs. My hand went up to my mouth in shock. What was he doing? Bill inspected the white/light yellow discharge from her pussy. Oh god, oh god, I thought. Then he held it up to his nose and breathed deeply. I was then I realized he had all of my panties and thongs were lined up on the laundry shelf. My other bra was also sitting beside the other underwear.

My initial embarrassment turned to growing excitement at the voyeur before me. Ironically, my juices began to flow and moisten the black thing I was currently wearing. Carrie's dad closely inspected each pair visually and by scent.