And he has to work from home once in a while and can't have them in his way." She smiled at the thought. Bill with the girls sometimes? They love you. Both women being pregnant at the same time was exciting. Nash explained that she would be going to visit her sister soon. I offered to watch the girls for them if they ever needed me. I pretended to be eager to know the sex of the baby. I feigned interest in his wife's pregnancy. I jogged by in tight yoga leggings and tank tops when he was out front. Bill enjoyed watching my breasts bouncing to the beat of the rope. I payed lots of compliments to the girls, offered to show them how to jump rope. Over the next week or 2, I made a point of seeing Mr. Bill now wanted to know what my body felt like under his. I knew I had planted the seed in his mind. His smile had slipped a little, and there was hunger in his eyes as he watched me slink back home. I read somewhere that men like when you lower your voice this way. Have a good night." I said in a velvety voice. I put the delicate flower to my nose and sniffed. I looked him straight in the eyes when I thanked him. They are all so pretty! I think I'll take this one. I knew he had a good view because he was silent. I bent low, giving him a good look down my shirt. He looked at my hips as I walked over to his fence. I knew my curvy figure looked good in my jean cut off shorts. I needed to work him up to the point where he would burst if he didn't ravish me. I took this as an opportunity to let him see what he would soon be having. He had the prettiest garden in the neighborhood. I knew he'd caught the black lace bra underneath when his brows raised just a fraction. I fanned myself and pulled out the front of my tank top, pretending to give myself some air. I just can't take this heat! I may have to go home and take a few laps in the pool. He turned and gave me a slow smile, parting his light beard. Perhaps because my parents had always taught me to smile and greet elder men, but never linger. He was about 32 and so well built I don't know how I didn't notice it before. He had a nice house, a car, a wife who was newly pregnant and 2 daughters. I found myself licking my full lips as I watched him. It was clear he was tired, and his muscles strained under his sweat soaked white Tshirt. A week went by before I noticed that my target was right under my nose. Were they handsome? Were they well built? I liked facial hair, a nice beard would help too. If they smiled at me, I politely returned it. I began to look at the men in my neighborhood differently. All I wanted was to know what had all the teens in my school humping like rabbits. My reputation need not be tainted by my curiosity for sex. Someone I could have access to without suspicion. And if she never found out, it couldn't hurt his wife.īut how to find such a guy? Someone older, attractive, and attached. Maybe a small adventure with a taken stud? It would only be one time, after all. Someone not in a position to brag about having any sex. And someone mature enough not to laugh at my innocence. Someone experienced enough to know how to please my young body. I decided I wanted someone mature, intelligent, and sophisticated. They just didn't know their ass from their elbow. No I could not count on a young man my age. Taking a virginity was some kind of dream. But honestly what guy wouldn't brag about a virgin? It was obvious that it was some kind of trophy to my male opposites. No I needed someone who would keep quiet. And the ones that did would have ravished me in seconds and bragged about it forever. Being shy in school, not many boys liked me. I began to wonder about who I'd lose it to. What 18 year old didn't know the feel of a penis? What almost 19 year old hadn't had a cock shoved deep inside her teen pussy? A virgin! I needed to lose it, and fast. A 19 year old virgin? No that wasn't cool. I had been thinking about it for a while. No one knew I wanted to lose my virginity. My parents boasted about how fine a young lady they had raised. I was kind to my elders and did what I was told. People knew me as a shy, quiet, and polite.
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