You adjust your pants to hide your hardening dick and rush towards the door. You spy through the peep hole just in case.
Sarah stands on the front stoop, holding her books. You hear a car honk, and you watch as she waves her Dad off. You see her round supple ass. Sarah's 5'3, dressed in low riding hip hugger jeans and a tight white shirt that accentuates her flat stomach and huge natural breasts. Her brunette hair is in pigtails and her g-string peeks out the top of her jeans. She turns back around to face the door, biting her lower lip, wondering what was taking so long.
It takes everything in you to keep from jerking off to the sight of her right there through the peephole.
You open the door with a smile.
"Hey Sarah, thanks for coming so quick."
"No problem Mr. , it's no big deal."
Sarah walks into the living room, sets her books on the coffee table and takes a seat on the couch.
"Would you like a drink?" you ask.
"Sure, what have you got?" she replies, picking up the remote and turning on the TV.
"Soda, Water, Milk...Wine?"
You see her perk up at the last suggestion, despite her best efforts to remain cool.
"Uhm... wine would be nice."
"Be right back." as you head towards the kitchen. |