andandAshley had just turned 19 and thankfully this was her last day of school. She was starting a new job on Monday and would be leaving for college in the fall. Despite being 19 yr old, unfortunately she looked like she was no more than 14. Not quite 5'tall and weighing about 90 #, she was the flattest lady friend in her grade. Since her knocker were a spectacular 32a, virtually of the clip she never bothered wearing a bra. What she did having going for her was her one of a kind personality and a grinning that would evaporate the diametrical ice cap. Beautiful red whisker down past her shoulders, great big twinkle blueness oculus, and for being so small, she was always complimented on what a great ass she had.

For the next two weeks she had the house to herself. Her parents had left this break of the day for a secondment honeymoon in Paris. And for her graduation they had bought her a brand new Corvette which was sitting in the service department at home because she had gotten a ride to school this morning with her best friend Natalie, who had left early, leaving Ashley to fend for herself. Thus, the reason she was sitting on the schoolhouse bus, trying to hide from everyone. Ugh, no one who was anyone rode the bus these twenty-four hours.

A late afternoon thundershower lit up the sky with huge bolts of whitening, rain coming down in bucket and of course the bus had dropped her off 2 mental block from home. By the time she stepped on her forepart porch she did n't hold a dry billet on her. Her White silk blouse sticking to her like a second layer of peel and her short garden pink skirt clinging to every curve of her body. Her red hair matted to her face and her make up running everywhere.

'' What a fucking stinking day, she screamed, reaching into her purse for the door key. Oh, screwing, son-of-a-bitch, I left my shag Florida key on the table this morning when Natalie called and said she would plunk me up. How in the fuck am I going to get in the house ? ``

She ran around the firm, yanking wildly at the garage doorway, kicking and screaming at the rachis threshold and trying to fight candid every window she could reach all the way around the house. No luck.

The pouring rainwater was brutal and Ashley was cold, soaked to the bone and Rubia tinctorum than hell at herself. She had no former selection, she had to run next door to ask a man she barely talked too, if he could serve her out. He was nice enough, but pit, she did n't live him. Oh yeah, Bob Hanson, that was it.

Bob Hanson was 43, a self made millionaire, just under 6'tall, 180 #, muscular, ember disastrous haircloth and brown heart. A self predicate ma'am man who never married, but had several womanhood in his life. He was in his downstairs position going over some clientele newspaper publisher and listened to the wild tempest going on outside when his doorbell rang.

'' Who the perdition would be out on a day like this resonance doorbells, he thought ? '' When he opened his doorway there stood his neighbor John Larson 's girl Ashley, looking piteous, dripping wet and crying.

'' Come on in you poor girl. What happened to you ? Slamming the door shut when she got inside, dripping body of water all over his newly carpeted introduction way.

'' Oh, Mr. Hanson, I locked myself out, tried all the doors and window and well, um, I do n't know what to do, '' and she started balling like a baby.

'' Hey it 's okay, I 'll do what I can. Why cant you get in ? Where are your parents ? ``

'' They went to Paris and left me here because they thought I was mature enough to handle it, but dazed me left this morn and left all my keys laying on the kitchen table. Is that mature and responsible ? Look at me, I 'm like a swim rat. ``

Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, able to see right through her silk blouse, her nipples rock hard and standing up on her midget chest like pencil erasers. Her skirt clinging to her cute footling ass like a glove.

Smiling and trying to hold back a chortle, he lifted her chin, stared into her beautiful eyes and said, `` Hey it 'll be okay. We all make mistake. It 's not the end of the world. Why do n't we get you out of these wet clothes then try to figure out how we 're going to get you in the house. It 's not that bad. You can call your parents to see about a scanty key. Come on, I 'll get you something to put on while I dry your apparel. O.K. ? ``

Ashley smiled meekly, shrugged her shoulder and answered him, `` Well I guess so. I still feel so dull. Thank you Mr. Hanson. ``

Putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her upstairs he told her, `` Please, call me Bob okay ? ``

'' Well, okay Bob. Thanks again. ``

'' You can use this way to change in. I do n't induce many cleaning lady 's wearing apparel here since I 'm not married. But there are a few things in that closet. help oneself yourself to anything in there and I 'll meet you downstairs. Bring your clothes and I 'll get them dried for you and you can reach that earphone call. ``

'' Thanks again Mr. Hanson, uh, I mean thanks Bob. '' She watched him until he walked out and closed the door. She quickly stripped her wet affair off, dropping them in a pile on the story, then opened the water closet threshold, astonished at the beautiful things she found inside. There were dozens of wrapper, mostly belittled size like her. A few skirts which she thumbed through looking at the sizes. Four or five blouses which she knew would all fit her. Finally settling on a tiny micro miniskirt that fit her consistency perfectly. Picking up a flimsy beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror covering one entirely paries. She could see her tough nipples through the thin blouse and her ass looked damn honest in the bird. Feeling trade good about herself, despite all her mishap today, she smiled, smoothed her skirt over her tiny ass, yanked on her teat making them just a little harder. Picking up her wet clothes, then remembering she had no panties on either since her 's were soaked. She took one last look in the mirror, smoothed out her wet hairsbreadth just a bit and headed back downstairs where Bob stood patiently waiting for her.

'' Thank you Bob. She handed him the dripping wearing apparel then twirled around. I hope you do n't mind, but this is what I found to wear. ``

He laughed, `` Those are gross for you. My niece was here this spring and left those behind when she left. I was actually hoping you would pick out one of the beautiful negligee. ``

Ashley 's face turned xv dissimilar shades of red. `` Uh. Um. Really ? ``

'' I 'm just messing with you Ashley. The negligee 's belong to an old girlfriend, who stops by every few month. Why do n't you cry your parents why I throw your matter in the dryer. ``

Handing her his cell sound, he stepped out of the room and Ashley dialed, her mind running back to the beautiful negligee 's upstairs and how they might feel on her au naturel body.

She sat on the floor, her legs crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a glimpse of her naked pussycat under her very flyspeck skirt. Feeling his fat cock twitching he turned around, headed into the kitchen and Ashley followed him, plopping down on a stool at the breakfast bar.

'' Mom called my grandma when I called her. She has a scanty key but ca n't make it here until Monday. Mom said I could either ask you if I could stay here until then, or I could go to one of my acquaintance until grandma comes. So can I Bob ? Would you mind if I stayed here ? If I go to my acquaintance I wo n't have anything here to break, but if I stayed here, well, uh, there are matter in that closet upstairs that fit me. ( her face turned crimson )

'' Young lady, I would enjoy the company. Your welcome to stay if you want too. I have hundreds of moving-picture show on DVD, a encompassing sort of deglutition, both alcohol and non inebriant, your choice, and I would love to order pizza and share it with you. I have n't had pizza in month. And hold up but certainly not to the lowest degree, I would be intimate seeing you model some of those uh, um things in the W.C. upstairs. If they look one-half as good on you as what your wearing now, then I 'm in for a treat. ``

Ashley could feel her succus beginning to churn, her nipples harder than they have ever been, his eye burning a hole in her very thin blouse.

'' Thank you Bob. That 's very nice. I 'll delay. Thanks for having me. ``

He smiled and reached out to smooth her hair falling down into her face. `` Oh, but I have n't had you yet. But I will Ashley, I surely will. '' Shall we order that pizza, I 'm famished ? '' I 'll purchase order the pizza and you can go in the den and pick us out a dyad of movie you 'd like to watch. Anything special you like to salute Young dame ?

'' pizza pie sounds Delicious Mr, uh I mean Bob. And to tope, I 'll have what your having if that 's all right. I 'll go look through your movies and see you when you get there. You know what Bob ? I 'm sword lily I had such a disasterous day or I would have never met you. Thanks for being so gracious to me. It 's going to be unimaginable for me to ever pay you back for what you 're doing. ``

Whistling to himself Bob dialed and ordered a large marrow devotee pizza. He was for sure Ashley would be a meat fan. Very sure. Mixing up a pitcher of margaritas, he poured out 2 big glasses and walked back into where Ashley was rummaging through the huge stack of movies he had. Kneeling down and leaning in to hand for some ace he had way in the back of the cabinet, her doll rose up and Bob stood mesmerized, staring at her luscious, Danton True Young, very bald-headed bitch from posterior. His fat shaft throbbed.

'' pizza pie should be here in thirty transactions he told he ? Have you found anything you might want to see yet ? I know there 's a bunch to go through, but you 'll discover something I 'm sure. I 've already seen something I 'm definitely going to be checking into a little later tonight. ``

Ashley jumped, startled when he started talking. She had n't expected him back so soon. Leaning back, she tried yanking her skirt down in back, and knew he had to get seen her pussy from behind the way she was bent over. Her judgment racing, she had found several Triple XXX movies hidden way in the back. How would she tell him she wanted to see them ? Taking a recondite breath she turned around, carrying her pickaxe tightly in her blazon and laid them out on a coffee tabular array near where he stood.

'' Oh good, I hope you arranged heart fan. That 's my favourite. I 've been a meat lover as long as I can remember. My Dad and my Uncle Steve are always telling me I can never get enough substance. I ca n't help it, I just love devouring pith any way it 's served. That 's not uncanny or anything is it Bob ? ``

'' I 'll just say this Ashley, while you 're here with me I 'll make for sure you get all the meat you can cover. Does that vocalize upright to you ? ``

'' That sounds perfect Bob. Thank you very much. '' I found a distich of moving-picture show but am not quite for certain what the deed mean. This one says, `` Teen Girls have It Deep. '' It sounds like a swimming in the ocean motion picture or something. And the championship of this one is `` Daddy Does The Driving ''. Huh, I guess he does n't want his Thomas Kid driving his car huh Mr., oh I mean correctly Bob ? ``

'' Ashley, I think you know exactly what the titles of those two pic mean do n't you Pres Young lady ? ``

'' Ummmm, yes Mr. Hanson. I do. ``

'' And do you fuck what else I think Ashley ? I think I know a certain young lady who is going to get a very, very good fucking tonight. Do you fuck who that Edward Young gentlewoman is Ashley ? ``

'' Uhhhh, Oh I certainly hope I know her. I hope that young woman who is going to get her head fucked out is me Mr. Hanson. ``

'' Our pizza should be here any minute now. Do n't you think it 's time to get prosperous before we start eating and watching our moving picture ? '' There may be something in that on a higher floor press you may like to slip into. ``

'' Uh huh, I know I can find something. I 'll be back Mr. Hanson. Do n't depart without me. ''