Arriving behind the three large maple trees which completely obscure this part of the yard, Sheryl stops to gaze at the small field of lavender bushes. Their fragrance wafts toward both of you.
Sheryl remarks, “They smell lovely!”
She kicks off her shoes and bends from the waist to smell the lavender more closely. Watching from behind, you are thrilled as her very short skirt rides up letting her thin, pink panties peek out. Her bare thighs are to die for! Stepping in front of her you admire her almond shaped eyes and cinnamon skin. Reflecting on all the women you’ve had without your wife’s knowledge, you wonder whether you should add this one to your collection? Yes, definitely. A young Filipina would be a wonderful addition.
You say, “If you lay down in the bushes you’ll smell of lavender all over. Your boyfriend would love that.”
Again she shyly looks at the ground. Finally, she very quietly says, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. John at school asked me to go with him to a movie next week but I’m scared.”
Feigning concern, you gently ask, “Why are you scared?”
Sheryl squirms a little and her face starts to darken from heat. Obviously she is uncomfortable and embarrassed. She eventually says, almost inaudibly, “Mr. Roberts, I don’t know what to do with a boyfriend. What if he wants to kiss me. Or, or … If only I knew what to do!”
Seeing your chance you put your arms around her, drawing her gently to your chest. You were right; she does fit nicely under your chin. Her tender breasts press against your chest involuntarily. You say, “I understand. What if I help you so you’ll be comfortable with John?”
Timidly she whispers, “Would you Mr. Roberts? Thank you very much.”
She may not thank you after this because your thoughts are hardly on helping the poor girl, you lascivious old goat!
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