L.I.S.S.A. C.



So, I'm a techno geek. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could call me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my hand held I-Pad to my up-to-the-minute contemporaries X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack of social interaction with those around me. To me it does not count because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to remember I should get out more.

Here is a little bit about me. My name is Jacques Louis David and I am 18 eld old. I was the poster nipper for your techno oddball society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight brownness haircloth that I like to observe a fiddling bit farsighted and I have deep drab eyes. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really business myself with. As long as my thumbs workplace, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big house in a gated community. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something to a greater extent than what dad had to put up, so she ran off with her fitness flight simulator and is now out in California. Dad is an executive director with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the latest generation device almost a year before they hit the subject market. X-Box, drama post, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga systems I have always had the raw and best gameing systems that were useable. My Friend love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long clock time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and lull I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to recreate gloriole or some other game without all of the gap that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the biz I could ever want along with the high up stop number internet for multi-player secret plan, and a big star sign with my own rooms to mess up around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my ideas of the"sweet sprightliness"came to a sudden turn in the road on the day of my 18th birthday. What happened then has changed my life.

L.I.S.S.A. C.

Birthdays are supposed to be a wonderful day. You're supposed to ignite up in the morning and find your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious olfactory property draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few years. I woke to the familiar vision and sounds of my room and an empty family. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the aurora and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to work, and with mom having been gone for more than two twelvemonth now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my days started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The floor was a fiddling cold as my stripped groundwork came to rest on the Italian marble, but the unremarkable trip to the can was necessary to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite magazine in the second drawer of the bathroom emptiness so my mental imagery did not induce to work too surd. A few flips of the pages and a minute or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my load into the toilet. It was rest, but not satisfying. I longed for a genuine girlfriend, or at to the lowest degree a girl with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either case it was not very likely to happen. My world usually rested in the laurel wreath of my mitt. The universe of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing World of Warcraft as I walk through the house. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the virtual populace of a castle and I was doing the combat. So in passing through the star sign there could have been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not give birth seen it. But my nozzle still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange olfactory perception caught my attention. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the manor hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the storey. Standing in nominal head of the stove, with her rachis to me, was this Pres Young blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a Patrick White tee shirt, an forestage and blue-blooded jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but acrobatic looking peg. Her slender waist accentuated the placid roundness of her rosehip and shoulders making her face to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot form. When my PSP slipped out of my bridge player and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front line looked even comfortably than the back !

The maiden thing I noticed were those bright honey oil eyes on the cunning fount I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 feet 5 inch tall. Her typeface was gracious and cycle but it definitely reflected that she was list and trim. Her mouth was a little diminished, but it quickly turned to the nice smiling as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not severalise how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel Captain Natalie Wood set out to abide at attention.

"Good morning time sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my counsel."Happy birthday."

"G…g…good…morn…morning."I stammered as I was taken aback by the soft silkiness of her voice.

"I'm Lissa C."she said as she turned back around to give the ballock she was cooking a quick flip.

Holy shit is she gorgeous ! My bosom instantly began pounding at a million mile per minute as I looked at her in skepticism. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute lulu that was standing only a few ft away from me. She was the living universe of my ultimate fancy girl with her blonde pilus pulled back into one big ponytail, K eyes, slim acrobatic human body and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the welkin. Talk about a natal day !

She spun back around and gave me a flying look up and down before her regard stopped at my face."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a little bit of a fray to her brow as her leave alone mitt come up to rest on her hip.

"You could say that,"I said as I stood there like a cervid caught in the cars head lights.

"Your dad offered to let me stay here for a patch,"she responded as she scooped the testicle and bacon out of the frying pan and set them on a plate.

"What for ?"I asked as she stepped across the kitchen and set the plate down on the counter in figurehead of the first bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a troubled look on her face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a branching following to the plate,"not very much in the way of mode,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the fuck was she talking about ! This was my theater ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an instant. Just who in the hell does she guess she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an instant before she turned to get a methamphetamine from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her undertaking until a glass of orange tree juice sat next to the collection plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

"Come on,"she said as she turned to the stove to jump cleaning up,"Eat before your food gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't know how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar feces. The odor coming up from my plateful smelled heavenly. Two eggs over well-off with 4 flight strip of Viscount St. Albans that appeared to be cooked to paragon, with pledge and orange succus. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

"Is this some kind of joke ?"I asked as I picked up the branching and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the tender yellowness center to flux out over the perfectly cooked whites.

"Breakfast is the most important repast of the day,"she responded with her back still turned to me while she continued her cleansing of the kitchen."You should never skip breakfast,"she said as she casually looked over her shoulder joint to see if I was eating.

The delicious odour coming up from my dental plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my stomach growl as a admonisher that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was terrific, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food with an almost rash abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Lapplander time. In just a matter of seconds I was sopping up the rest of the egg egg yolk with my pledge when I heard her speak again.

"It's a effective affair you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spotless plate,"I was afraid I was going to hold another dish to wash."She held the dental plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice grinning on her case.

I smiled back at her as I swilled down my OJ with just as much ebullience. She certainly had a pleasant way about her, even though she was a stranger. And damn, could she ever cook ! I set my trash down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to respond your question I am here as a guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the plate and then spyglass in the sink.

"What,"I said as I looked her up and down a few more than clip from behind,"as a maid."

When she spun around the nice smile was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious but still fooling flavour."No, I am not a maiden,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful breasts came into fully panorama, standing out proudly from her dresser with just the slightest hint of her nipples standing out under the white cotton of her T-shirt."Your father was gracious enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter."At to the lowest degree he has some manners,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the boundary of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the last vexing thing that morning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the fuck did this niggling little girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn home and this was my fucking kitchen ! To own this minuscule prissy assure me that I didn't have any fuck manner when she was clearly in the wrong was improbable !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to call my dad. He was going to fix this and place this little strumpet packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no thought where she had gone and I didn't really deal, I was going to have her tight little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the touch pad I called my dad's situation."howdy, this is the business office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I direct your call ?"

"Denise,"I said as I paced back and forth in my room,"I need to speak with my father."

"Just a moment,"she said just before the line of business switched to some really crappy elevator music.

I was really going to cave in my dad an ear fully, I thought to myself while I waited for him to pluck up the headphone. The fact that some foreign miss had just insulted me in my own house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a node and the unharmed thing just reeked of a bad set of luck set into motion by a bad conclusion. I was going to get this taken guardianship of in short order and set thing right.

"David,"my dad's representative suddenly sounded out as the lift music abruptly stopped."What's the problem ?"He actually sounded a bit concerned.

"Who the hell is this young woman I found in the kitchen this morning,"I stated straight from the hip.

"Oh…"he responded quickly, not giving me a chance to continue."That's Lissa C. She's going to be staying with us for a spell so I want you to be polite."

"POLITE ! !"my incense response echoed in the emptiness of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any style !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could try him pounding away on his keyboard in the background as he spoke to me."And what happened to make her say this ?"he asked as his end of the phone was suddenly muted.

"I don't know !"I responded, still thoroughly pissed off at what had happened."She just stormed out of the kitchen and told me I didn't have any manners !"

"Is that so ? And just what was she doing in the kitchen ?"my dad queried further.

"She was cooking some food,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

"No, she gave it to me."I responded.

There was a break from my dad before he spoke again. In the background knowledge I could discover him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

"It was good."I responded to my father's question,"really good."

"I see,"my don answered as the typing in the backdrop stopped."Did you tell apart her thank you ?"

"No,"I responded in aggravation,"I thought she was a new maid."

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a piffling upset."Didn't she tell you who she was when you first saw her ?"

I thought for a instant before I spoke again."Well…yea…she did say that she was a Edgar Guest here at the house."

"Uh hmm,"my father replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really skillful breakfast ’, to use your own words, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the percentage point that my father was digging at."wellspring son,"my father continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered rate,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit distressed with you. Whether she was a maidservant or not that was rude on your part…"

"But DAD…"I started to exclaim before he cut me off.

"But you are rightfield,"he continued as the typing in the scope came to another precipitous halt,"she should not have said that out flashy. I will induce a Scripture with her when I get home."

"That's all I ask."I responded as I prepared to give ear up the phone.

"In the lag,"my Father of the Church stated with a rather good amount of sternness to his vocalisation,"You go and tell that Cy Young lady thank you for the repast. Do you record me ?"

I could tell that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business organization. The last time he spoke to me like that was when I used the acknowledgment poster to buy $ 600 worth of rubble food and have it delivered to the household when I had a big play night here with my acquaintance. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a workweek. So I knew my founder was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will check with Lissa to make up sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of crow on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"good man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few task to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a nice Whitney Young lady."And with that said my father hung up the phone.

Wow…this was going to suck. Not only was she going to be staying with us for a while but I had to give thanks her for the breakfast I did not even ask for. What else was going to happen on my birthday ?

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the household looking for Lissa. Knowing my chance she was probably sitting in some nook somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to prepare the plate of vaporing I had to eat taste really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two Guest way we have to retrieve them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also abandon leaving only the meter reading way and the living room to contain our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the keep room I spotted an arm hanging over the incline of one of the sun lounger out by the pool. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pond deck of cards in the bright sun began to reveal a lot that any 18 year old youthful man just absolutely ambition of. legs ! And I am not talking about some picayune skinny and scrawny barrel sticks, I am talking about some prime prison term, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious base that improved more and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could feel my pith start thumping harder in my chest of drawers as more and more of her athletic descriptor was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knee and silky politic looking thigh were side by side to get along into horizon as my approach unveiled more and more than of her like a woman doing a tiresome strip teaser. When her hip came into view and the bright xanthous drawstring of her Bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown tonus of her tanned waist, I thought my affectionateness was going to vamoose metre. In a microsecond the eternal sleep of her delectable body came in to view, revealing those fabulous B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her iridescent scandalmongering two piece bikini. Instantly my hawkshaw went from rig hard to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her president by her substructure. I was really hoping she would not notice the huge bulge I now had in my pants while I stood and waited for her reply.

She opened her left eye and raised her manus up to shield her grimace before she made any kind of reply."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a stage in front of a G hoi polloi as I looked down at the scantily fit out beauty in front of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this morning time. It was really good."

She paused for only a moment before a very pleasant smiling came across her font. Opening her right hand eye as well she responded back with that piano silklike interpreter of hers that seemed to flow like pick out of a spyglass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dreaming or something as my regard slowly ran down over her oil slickened body, drinking in the beautiful sight of this very athletically fit fille. Her smooth cycle breasts appeared firm and attentive as the faint lineation of her mamilla came into view. Her belly was toned and flat revealing the telltale signs of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few pick for her hidden secret. Either she had a put down strip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either casing I had the contiguous desire to find out if the chance ever presented itself. And then there were those second joint. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be firm. I don't think she has an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clear her throat that I realized that she had raised her head and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her fantastic dead body."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy grin on her face.

Instantly I felt my face get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my eyes back up to reckon at her brass again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even bountiful and her teat stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my eyes with that very pleasing smile and gave me a wink.

I instinctively looked down to see that my flub was sticking straight out making a very detectable tent in my pajama bottoms. There was absolutely no way to conceal it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed exasperation as I tried to cover my raging pratfall with my deal while pulling my stifle in close together. She had definitely got a good look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging undefended."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to support away from her in a defensive retreat.

"It's ok,"she responded with that silky smooth voice as she raised herself up on to her elbows."Don't be embarrassed."

"That's soft for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick move I jammed my mitt down into my pajama buttocks and straightened out the ‘ place'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the lounger with her feet on either side. Her stage were diffuse wide apart causing her private parts to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her breasts with her rock and roll grueling nipples to place upright out notably.

"You're right,"she responded with one eyebrow raised,"it is easygoing for me to say. I'm sorry David."

The way about her was so pleasant and so kind. I could tell she was a very blue-blooded person. My shot is that she had not so much as killed a single fly in her all life. Her whole demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful Green optic I felt all of my angriness and superfluity fade away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to notice you out here in a bikini."

"Oh ? ..."she said as she looked down at herself then out and around at the kitty."And just what did you expect"she asked as she took another quick glance down at my blooper,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a complete loss and sounding like an half-wit. It was time to cut my losses while I still had some dignity."Excuse me,"I said before I turned and almost bolted for the door.

"But David…"I heard her say just before the patio door swung closed behind me. I know it was probably unseasonable to run away like I did, and I was probably going to get chewed again, but I was now in the solace of my own home and recovering from the most block situation I had ever been in during my completely liveliness ! She would just possess to get over it.

I went straight to my way and closed the door. My spunk was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the house, but also from the meeting with Lissa. At least now I would give the fortune to recover from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A torso ! ! There was no need for my favorite magazine this clip. I just tossed it onto my retort top and took up my stance for some heartbeat rilievo as my hand wrapped around my tops intemperately kernel. Just the one clear-cut retention of her sitting with her branch feast wide apart and I was launching a entire loading into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP fabrication on my bureau. All I could see were those bright white tooth showing at me through that rattling smile while those green eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this girl, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in front of her with a Billie Jean King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 transactions dreaming about the blonde knockout lying out beside my consortium when I heard the water supply good turn on in the planetary house. We might live in a three and a half million one dollar bill home, but when the piddle gets turned on anywhere in the theater this one pipe in my privy clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stuck my head out my door and into the foyer to give birth a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the guest bedchamber immediately to my right where the threshold was just slightly assailable. Lissa must be staying in that elbow room. I opened my doorway and took the few footstep essential to step over to the give door. As I approached the open door the sound of the shower running in the Edgar Guest Bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the room access when it suddenly swung assailable and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

"Oh hey,"she said abruptly as she stopped just one dance step into the hallway."I don't have any shampoo, can I take over yours ?"

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my feet were glued to the storey and my whole body weighed thousand of pounds as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable spirit of cocoa palm drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational thought mental process that I might give had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous young lady's brains out on some tropical beach.

"David,"her vocalization suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the consequence. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her odd breast and twisting her infantry back and forth a little when she said,"it's not polite to stare."

I was lost, disoriented, and completely unable to verbalise."Um…uuhh…"was all I was capable to get out before I stepped to the side and gestured toward my undefended bedroom door with my hand.

She gave a quick look to her pass on before her eyes came back up to gather mine. With a little grin she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my clear door in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hall like a real numskull. ‘ What in the fuck is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the matter ? Can't you commemorate any fucking English people ?'I was giving myself a thoroughgoing pulse down when I suddenly remembered that my darling magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm utter, I just know it. She's going to see that cartridge on my buffet top and freak out in a vast way. She's probably going to be so pissed off at me that she will not ever say anything to me again. But what would be high-risk is that she would tell my sire ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the cartridge holder. But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the book books. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the scream. But zippo happened. I did not discover a sound, and Lissa did not come back right field away either. I had to cognise. I had to find out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in social movement of my replication in my bathroom with the magazine overt to one of the pageboy. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. beshrew it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and forth between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the cartridge. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the Sir Frederick Handley Page, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the last page she reset the magazine back to the situation it was in before she came in to the can and grabbed up the shampoo bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few steps back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the street corner of my chamber door with the shampoo bottle in hand.

"Oh, you found it."I quickly blurted out.

Lissa flashed that pleasant smile up at me before she responded."Oh yea, I found it alright."she stated as she stepped past me in road to her own elbow room. When she reached her door she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her head to the right and looked at me over her rightfield shoulder."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one step to disappear through her threshold.

My warmheartedness stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a photoflash I was stumbling my way into my can, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was correct where I had left it, wide out in the open on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting right next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one particular Sir Frederick Handley Page the mannikin is sitting on a sofa wearing only Negro high hound, Negro gartered thigh high up stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs feast wide open up and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very stifling looking at on her boldness. Written in pen in the lower right paw quoin of the pageboy it said"Black bounder"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few more varlet was a different model wearing a blackness dress on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a table while setting out some wine glasses with her ass pointed at the photographic camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to shew her naked pussy between her gap legs while her white meat hung out from her top over the board. Her hard nipples are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far slope of the tabular array while she looked back at you over her aright shoulder. She had a nice smile on her font, similar to Lissa's, but the definite look of a woman wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom recession of this page it said,"black Dress ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few pages later in the same pictorial where the cleaning lady was squatting down on the wine-colored bottleful. In the nates recession of this Page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My helping hand started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my grownup powder magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the pages. I flipped through to the future pictorial to find her running hand writing on my favorite picture of the whole book. It's a photo of a blonde char leaning back in a lounge chair with her legs spread wide apart. Her legs are bent at the hip bringing her knees up near her chest of drawers but her elbows are keeping them spread widely open to provide maximum exposure to her womanhood. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands inserted knuckle oceanic abyss into her pussy and she is pulling it wide out-of-doors, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her uterine cervix. The woman looks to be very horny in that her nipple are standing up at full tending and the spirit on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the tooshie box it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the pages I heard the pipe clank in the wall, indicating that Lissa had turned the water supply off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my clip was safely tucked away back into its reposition stead. Once was enough. I definitely did not need to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a place aspect down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The added distraction might just help me block about the morn issue and bring back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown sporting out of my day. I must get played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's sock clad pes appear just in the top of my view. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fab signifier in strawman of me. She was wearing a semi let loose duet of Levi's that had numerous holes in the thighs, making her tanned cutis underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a cozy suit bloodless jersey which she had tied just below her breast, leaving her cockeyed mid-drift exposed while her braless bosom stood up proudly with her trailer truck hard nipples pointing the way.

"Hey,"she said as she stepped right up to my bed before stopping."I have to go to the plaza for a bit and pick up a few matter at the store. Do you listen going with me ?"

She smelled marvelous !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my center remained locked on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a grin before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her nipples standing up she rolled her limb in together toward her front, making her boob stand up even Thomas More before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her shoulder joint from face to side a bit.

I was beginning to have another number with maitre d' Sir Henry Wood as I looked up at her smiling fount. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a smile before she spun around and started toward my room access. Her farsighted blond hair came to rest down the midsection of her back as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out front in five minutes,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this young lady this daybreak in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first representative, I have wanted to climb up on her and try to fuck a yap all the way through her body and up to the top of her headland. I could only mean of what it would sense like to receive my difficult shaft stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the question of my shaft delving into the mysterious places of this hot little yummy while a populate load of ammunition readied for a clap through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to fuck her like a play a toy from the instant I laid optic on her.

5 minutes later I stepped out onto the presence steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a naughty BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio set pumping out some honorable phone."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear and gave the engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather crappy, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot biddy ! How could it get any well ! I raced around to the rider's incline and just jumped in over the door, landing in the seat with a bit of a thump. I just barely got my seatbelt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the luck to answer her before the car launched from the front of the house with squealing tires and the gimcrack roar of the engine."Euonymus americanus !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the hill toward our main gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the remote button in the centre of attention console the heavy smoothing iron gates at the entering to the private road began to slowly swing open.

"knack on,"Lissa said as she floored the gun, propelling us at unbelievable f number toward the slow moving roadblock."This is going to be close !"

She wasn't kidding. The gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 stat mi per hour. I would aver that my side view mirror lost all of the key on its away border as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the principal entrance of the neighborhood. I might give birth had my doubtfulness about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the rest of the way to the shopping center Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speed laws and dealings design. When we got to the mall she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the shopping mall at my side.

"I just love coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the room access and waited for me to unfold it for her."Thank you,"she said with a grinning as I pulled the door heart-to-heart and allowed her to embark first,"that was very cultured of you."

It did defecate me feel a short different knowing that I had opened the doorway for her. I can't really explicate what it is but it just made me feel different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to charm up to her before she laced her left arm around my redress human elbow and placed her hired hand on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the promenade from left to right,"I need to manoeuver up that way first,"and she pointed toward the main point of intersection ahead of us to the left."Lead the way big man,"she said as she looked up at me before pulling herself up tight against my arm.

I don't know if it was because of the way we were walking or the fact that she was hanging on to my arm, but I noticed immediately that we were drawing a lot of looks from the people around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing game ; in either type I noticed that citizenry were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

"So what variety of matter do you like ?"Lissa asked as we turned the corner and headed out onto the ‘ main street'of the mall.

"I like playing video recording games and clobber like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big fair sex's article of clothing store on the right hand side of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entrance and stopped. Turning to face me she said,"Like what's your favorite color ?"

I thought for just a mo while running the day's events through my head before I said,"I kind of like black."

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischievousness as her right eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the storage."fountainhead why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her caput back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big planter filled with fake industrial plant,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my sac and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking suspicion that this was going to select more than just a few mo. As I sat down on the work bench I watched her delicious ass disappear into the memory while my I-pad booted up. I guess I really shouldn't complain. It's not every day that I get to go to the shopping mall with an absolutely gorgeous skirt at my incline. And what was really nice about the whole affair is she made me finger so at rest. Right when my I-pad booted up and the nursing home screen came on two of my brother approached from my left.

"Yo, rocket engine,"they both said in unison as they stepped up to where I was sitting."What brings you out of your cave ?"

I picked up the nickname ‘ rocket'while playing halo with the guys. When in doubt I would send a rocket down range and just hide everything. So the sobriquet was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my dads ’."I didn't know how else to draw Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer gallant,"my acquaintance Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a shame you got ta expend your natal day doing asshole for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in Mark ( a.k.a. Rock )"I'd be grindin'on some major eats and blastin'away at habitation if I were you dude."

"I know,"I said as I gave up trying to start a game of anything,"but it's really not that bad."

Just then Axe broke in to the middle of things,"Yo dude, Major babe alert."he said as he looked toward the computer memory that Lissa had disappeared into."Check her out."

I leaned to my right to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a diminished bag in her left bridge player. She was sporting that terrific grinning and heading straightaway for us as John Rock and Axe both turned around to await at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the switching to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my air hole,"That's my dad's friend."

"No way !"they both exclaimed as Lissa stepped up between them.

"Hi guys,"she said with a super cheery voice as she stepped right up to the Bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could talk a word."David,"she said as she set the bag on the workbench next to me,"are you going to introduce me to your supporter ?"

"Oh…yea,"I said as I first pointed to Tony and then scrape."This is Axe and Rock."

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a mention bit of inquiry in her voice."What's the matter ; did you blackguard turn over your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a response before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my shoulders behind my nous. This put her left chest only inches away from my face. Her tight jean covered ass was sitting directly on my peter which instantly began to rise hard. I was a bit storm as to how heavy she felt as her system of weights pressed down onto my legs. But then again I am no sports star."David,"she said almost in a whisper with her mouth right by the side of my head,"I am sure as shooting these two young men have public figure other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even think back my own name at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all places, and now I was in a real battle to keep my growing boner from poking a gob not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left field script on her lap, more out of an endeavor to get her to impress than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to look me straight in the grimace before her ripe hand came down to take a breather directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my deal a gentle power play,"Introduce us."

I cleared my pharynx before I re-introduced them."Tony and Mark, this is Lissa C. She is a friend of my dad."

"Oh don't be so modest,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her deal extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his hand to give it a piffling shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

"H…h…h….hi."Tony finally managed to spit out.

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the same outcome. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck and leaned forward. The different angle caused her weight to shift, resulting in her slit grinding down against my now raging boner.

"So what are you make fun doing ?"Tony suddenly blurted out.

"I'm just doing some shopping for Saint David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a minuscule as she said this, only compounding the take I was having with my bloomer sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my topper not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her mouth down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two Guy to amount over this even for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erection."I'm certainly it will be ok with your dad."

"My house, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right wing hand up and placed it on her hip. I had to do something to get her to stop moving or else I was going to have a situation right here and now.

"Yea, sure,"they both responded, almost in unison."That'd be cool."

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to come as well,"I said as I looked on the state of affairs to have a monumental play night."Call Grinder, submarine sandwich, ack-ack gun, Storm and Blaster and tell them about it. Be at my household at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a notable bit of enthusiasm in her voice."So if you guys will condone us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more than places to go and things to do."Axe and careen both took a step back to allow Lissa to suffer as I quickly did a flash adjustment."It was very squeamish meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her handwriting to me."ejaculate on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your easily opinion, who do you mean came out of this probability coming together with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging hard boner being pressed up in to the most heavenly dead body I have ever been in the bearing of, or Tony and sign, who now stood in the major aisle of the plaza with their mouth hanging candid and the dim expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to gift this one a tie. But as to where they could only watch and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our adjacent destination, I got to walk around out in world with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really thoroughly birthday.

"You have some nice champion,"Lissa stated as we continued up through the crowd."I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Oh no,"I quickly responded as our charge aimed us toward a very Nice shoe store."I wasn't embarrassed ; I just didn't know what to tell the guys."

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in front of her."I guess that is a problem for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous green eye."I mean you don't really know me that well and it is the first time we have gone anywhere, right ?"

"That's right,"I said as the relief of the shopping mall just seemed to disappear.

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walk toward the horseshoe store at a considerably slower pace."Let me seize what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the 1st store,"and we'll go detect a skillful lull place where we can talk. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

How in the netherworld could I say no ?"Alright,"I responded just before she turned and walked off at a brisk pace.

I stepped over to the judiciary tush next to another big planter of falsify plants and sat down. The aspect of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a alien event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would deliver been shaking like a prospicient bob cat in a room replete of rocking chairwoman. There was just something about her that made me feel at easiness, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my knees and her bag dangling from my digit while Lissa did her thing in the stock. I guess it could have been sorry ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would consume me shopping with her. I would wind up carrying all of her stuff and nonsense as she went from store to store exercising that most basic of rights granted to all American English housewives : the right to file it to their husband's billing cards. ‘ At least Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the twirl one of the shoulder strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell spread out to one side of meat as the other shoulder strap stayed in place, giving me a well-defined aspect of the capacity. inside was one pair of black gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my right hand to gather up the fallen strap.

"Are you ready ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly leaven my head to see Lissa approaching with a bag containing two boxful of shoes.

Immediately the butterfly swarmed up inside me as I quickly closed the bag and stood up to meet her."Uh…yea,"I responded in a half startled tone of voice."As ready as I will ever be."Man did that ever sound stupid.

Lissa just gave a promptly picayune coup d'oeil down at the bag before she started off toward the nutrient court with me tagging along decently beside her. Whatever it was that she had in thinker it was now coming to a mind. And as she slid into the bench bum of the board the only thinking that kept coming to mind was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an minute, sipping on a pair of drink. Lissa is the girl of a co-worker at my Church Father's place of employment. She had met my dad during a field of view tripper to a science exposé at the civil center two old age ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to secure too soon enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her master's academic degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her satiny fluent voice and pleasant behavior had me completely spell bound. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can understand why I was now a goner. Just to gaze into her William Green optic and see her grin made the respite of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

The remaining two stops in the center were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four suitcase in total, the walk back to the car was the farsighted component part of the whole misstep. But I was already intuitive feeling different. I opened both of the doors for her at the center passing. And it was not until she opened the automobile trunk of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her grip for her."Thank you David,"she said politely as she pushed the automobile trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .