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A married man might have a care about letting a
girl into his house, especially a girl like me. Mr. Easy up here was showing
good signs of having no cares in the world. Exactly what I was looking for.
Finally, she was infront of him, holding her candy in one hand and a
jutting hip in the other.
“Hey mister,” she said quietly but
confidently.
“Yeah?” ”It’s really hot, and
I’ve walked a long way. Got anything to drink? I’ll pay if I have
to.”
The man smirked. And Alana was in love with his smile.
“Sure, come on inside,” he said coyly, waving for Alana to
follow him.
“I’ve got some lemonade in the fridge, if you
don’t mind the store bought stuff.”
“No, that would be
perfect.”
Their words were show for the neighbors, pedestrians,
whoever was walking by. They already knew the façade was over and the
masquerade was done.
Alana followed the man up his front steps, across
his porch, and into his house. She marveled at the handy work done all through
his hallway and his front living room. He’d redone the house himself, he
informed her softly. He owned this house, had owned it for a few years. Now he
was just putting on the finishing touches.
In the kitchen, he pulled
out a container of iced tea concentrate from the freezer, and set the
cold-water tap to running. Alana leaned on the counter next to the sink, her
sunglasses inching down her nose as the sun cutting through the room from a
nearby window turned everything a golden yellow-orange. Mr. Easy was watching
her, staring at the quickly diminishing candy she kept popping in and out of
her garishly painted mouth.
Then he walked over towards the sink, but
at the last minute, Alana slid infront of him, blocking his path.
He
stood infront of her, so close she knew he could almost taste her candy breath.
“Sorry,” she apologized, looking up at him.
She
removed her sunglasses and set them on the counter top next to her, then met
his eyes again, smiling innocently.
“I wanted to wash my hands
before you were done using the water, before I touched anything else.”
Alana didn’t move.
“Do you have a problem with
getting a bit dirty, miss?” he said.
“No, not really,”
Alana replied.
Then, he was leaning forward, resting a hand on either
side of her, gripping the edge of the counter.
“Good,” he
said.
Alana put her arms around his neck, very slowly, and put her
mouth to his.
The kiss was electric, a fire starter for sure. His
hands went around Alana’s slender back, moving up her spine beneath the
tight shirt. Then he was slipping the shirt off her body, and she was putting
her arms up in the air to help him.
His mouth dropped as he froze her
there, holding her arms captive in the shirt as he began to kiss at her small
rounded breasts. His tongue teased at the nipples and Alana’s sucker
dropped into the sink behind her, sloshing around in the running water.
They ignored it.
His tongue was like fire over Alana’s
already overheated flesh. She moaned, crying out watching him. Mr. Easy ripped
the shirt over her hands and threw it to the floor. Then his hands went down
her sides, up over her ribs, and he cupped her little titties, mashing them
together so he could suckle each cherry sized nipple, then both at once.
Alana was in pure heaven. She could feel the heat of his mouth, the
fire of his lips and tongue. And his calloused hands were so rough and slick
with grime and sweat. She loved his touch.
Her own hands ran through
his short brown hair, gripping it as she pushed her chest out for him.
Then his mouth ventured back up to hers, and he was pulling at his own
clothing. Alana decided to help him. She ignored his chest and knelt infront of
him, pushing his legs out from the cupboard the sink was in, so she had room to
crouch. She tore at his zipper and pulled the coveralls down to the floor,
exposing his hairy tanned legs, thick with sinew.
His cock was already
hard, jutting forward into her face. It was nothing for her to attach her mouth
to it, and Alana eagerly did so.
Mr. Easy gripped the edge of the
counter top, wincing in sensitive pain as Alana’s teeth dragged up and
down his shaft. He looked down at where she was suckling him, gripping his cock
ever so tightly. Her black head of shining brilliant hair moved up and down, up
and down.
He was going to cum soon. Alana could taste it. And it was a
hard call for him to pull her off of his cock as he did. But he wanted her
fully. Good guys like him never get good girls like this. He wanted to be
inside her.
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