"And just what is *that* supposed to mean, buddy boy?" she asked with an air of amused interest. "Are you trying to practice buttering up the chicks or something? I'm still just your boring old Aunt Rachel."
I decide to brazen it out, and grin back at her again. "Do you want me to be honest, *Rachel*?"
"Of course I do."
"Well, how would I describe you, you know, to my buds, if you were just a housesitter or somebody my folks hired? 'Listen, dudes, she's this incredibly hot chick, a few years older than me, but *gorgeous*! She's a little shorter than me, maybe 5'7', long brown hair she ties back, brown eyes with a tilt to them, a mouth that needs kissing *so* bad. And *built* like nobody's business! A great rack, with nipples I can spot a block away, slim waist, big bouncy bootay, long legs... Dudes, it's all I can do to keep my hands off her!!!!' "
It was Rachel's turn to blush now, and she looked down with embarassment. As she glanced up at me, I thought I detected a hint of arousal in her expression; or was I kidding myself? |