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an attitude that made her tits thrust out towards him in brazen offering
"and she said she'd be a little late."
"Uh-huh." He seemed incapable of responding with anything more complicated.
Charlene let her smile widen slightly. She leaned forward till she was standing straight. Her legs were
shoulder-width apart and she swung lightly forward and back. Just the merest quiver of a bobble was
communicated to her breasts, making them shiver delightfully within the tight material of her tank top.
Derek's eyes couldn't seem to decide whether to concentrate on the slow movements of her abundant
young tits or the steady, sinuous rippling of her belly muscles beneath the tight tanktop, a rippling that
made his mind picture her naked; flat on her back on her bed, legs widespread and shuddering, hips
ratcheting up and down as a man-himself, of course-pumped in and out of her sweet, hot young pussy.
Cripes.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. Her
long, titian hair cascaded down over her shoulder, curved outward to
follow the thrust of her breast-accentuating their size and firmness.
"Huh?"
"You don't mind having me, uh, shall we say, 'entertain you'?" She straightened, brought her hands
around to her sides and smiled at him like a little girl. "Just till my mother gets here I mean?"
"Uh, no, no, of course not."
"Good!" she said happily, clapping her hands sharply together. "Then first I should tell you to sit down."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." He let himself sink into the comfortable love
seat-and then immediately slithered forward to perch on the edge as
she walked towards him. He was nervous. When was Liz, her mother,
coming home? He couldn't afford to have Liz catch them in anything even
remotely resembling a compromising position.
She stopped about a half-pace in front of him. The love seat was built low to the floor, and when he
looked up he found himself with a perspective on her lovely breasts that made them seem even larger
than before.
He was very nearly at crotch level on her. He had a sudden urge to reach out with both hands, slide
them up her legs and grasp her hips, raising the miniskirt even higher-and then begin feasting on the
succulent morsel of her tasty cunt.
His cock gave a little extra leap inside his pants at the thought.
A leap that Charlene saw-and appreciated.
"Can I get you anything-to quench your thirst?" The way she pitched her voice in the asking, she made it
more than obvious that the thirst-quencher menu wasn't limited to bottled drinks.
"Uh, a Scotch. Ice." he croaked, throat suddenly dry. He had to talk to the nubile woman-child, make
it clear to her that what had happened the other day could never be allowed to reach her mother.
His eyes fastened onto the sight of her tight young ass cheeks,
twitching and swaying through the miniskirt, as she walked away from him
towards the kitchen.
She felt his eyes on her. Her already slavering pussy throbbed all the more urgently, as if it could smell
his nearby lusts rising.
She poured him a stiff one-To match his prick-popped a couple of ice cubes into the smoky liquid and
then sashayed back into the living room.
Charlene purposely moved her hand so their fingers would touch when he accepted the drink. He
snatched his hand back as if burned, nearly spilling the drink on himself in the process.
She couldn't understand why he was so nervous, but she was enjoying the feeling of power it gave her.
Did he think she was going to tell her mother they'd fucked the week before?
Charlene could just imagine that scene:
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Charly. What's new?"
"Not much." Her mother takes out the latest issue of Advertising Age and
begins paging through it.
"Oh, Mom?"
"Yes, dear."
"I don't know if I remembered to mention it to you, but Derek and I fucked each other silly last week.
In your bed."
"Oh, that's nice, dear. I hope you didn't make a mess of the bed linens."
"No, Mom."
"That's good." Her mother continues paging through the magazine.
"Something funny?"
Derek's voice brought her mind back to the moment. "Oh, no," she said quickly, wiping the smile from
her face. "Why don't you sit back and get comfortable?"
"Yeah, sure-and uh, why don't you, too?"
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