Some accidental ogling

“So,” Henry tried to think of something to talk about, “how are your studies coming along?”

“Oh, everything’s going exactly like it should be,” Natasha responded, “I’ve got a few more things to do this semester, and then it’s one more year before I can go off to a proper college.”

“We’ll be sorry to loose you,” Henry said, hurrying to add “I mean, because you’re so good with Sarah.”

“Thanks,” Natasha felt her cheek become a little flushed at the thought of him not wanting her to go, and was thankful that Henry was facing away from her during their conversation so that he couldn’t see her face.

“When will you want me next time?” Natasha asked, silently berating herself for not asking that question in a less suggestive manner.

“Uh…” Henry stammered as Natasha’s oddly phrased question brought back the vision of her panty-clad crotch, his pulse going up from the thought of how the skimpy violet underwear had clung to her sex, “I’ll be having the nightshift again next Tuesday night so…”

“Oh okay,” Natasha had noticed the tremor in Henry’s voice, and was quite relieved that she only had to go a few more minutes without saying anything really stupid before he would take Sarah to school, “Should I get ready to leave when you do?”

“No…” Natasha watched Henry squirm in his seat, “No, feel free to take your time, just as long as you’ve left before I go to bed.”

“Thanks,” Natasha began to move over to the fridge, “I’ve, uh, packed Sarah’s lunch.”

“Really? That’s awfully sweet of you…” Henry turned towards the fridge and then froze up as he realized that Natasha was retrieving the boxed lunch from one of the lower compartments, which meant that she was leaning forwards so that her shirt slid forwards to reveal her ass.

Faced with the vision of Natasha standing there, leaning forwards with her legs squeezed together, Henry found himself incapable of looking away, a large amount of his blood suddenly flowing towards his crotch as he observed how the thin back of her panties went up the middle of her spectacular ass while her stance meant that the front of the garment was pulled tighter against her sex, allowing him to make out the shape of her vaginal mound. It almost looked like there was a small degree of dampness on the front of her panties.

It wasn’t exactly something which Henry had been expecting to see so early in the morning, or at any other point of the day for the next fifteen years or so, and the only way in which he could react was by sitting there, gaping like an idiot and barely aware of the fact that the spoon in his hand was slipping out of his grasp.

The next thing that was heard was the clanging noise produced when the spoon landed in the bowl, causing both what little that remained in it to be spattered onto the table and stain Henry’s shirt and Natasha to turn around.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment before Henry broke away to stare at an unspecified point in front of him, feeling ashamed to have caught himself ogling a fifteen years younger woman, particularly when he had done so within earshot of his little daughter.

“Henry,” Natasha tried to come up with something to say, recalling how Sarah had decided that she was going to be her new mother.

Just then, the tension was broken by the sound of Sarah’s voice from outside the kitchen as she cried out “Daddy!”