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



So, I'm a techno geek. But in this day and age who isn't rightfulness ? I guess you could phone me a hard worker to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some form of electronic device. From my manus held I-Pad to my latest propagation 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 weigh because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to opine I should get out more.

Here is a little bit about me. My name is Jacques Louis David and I am 18 years old. I was the bill sticker child for your techno oddball society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with neat dark-brown hair's-breadth that I like to stay fresh a picayune bit farseeing and I have bass blue eyes. I might be what you would say is a piddling skinny but it is not something that I really business myself with. As long as my thumbs work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big home in a gated community. Mom left us a few twelvemonth ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to offer up, so she ran off with her fitness trainer and is now out in California. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics fellowship that makes all of the nice electronic gimmick that I love so lots. That is why I have the latest generation device almost a twelvemonth before they hit the assailable grocery store. X-Box, romp Station, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga organization I have always had the novel and best gameing scheme that were available. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new technical school a foresightful time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and quieten I have sitting in the menage by myself. I love getting to represent HALO or some other game without all of the interruptions 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 gear speed internet for multi-player games, and a big mansion with my own elbow room to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my musical theme of the"sweet life"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.

birthday are supposed to be a grand day. You're supposed to wake up in the morning and find your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the Delicious smell draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the final few years. I woke to the familiar sights and sound of my room and an empty sign. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to work, and with mom having been gone for More than two years now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my mean solar day started this way, so why should my natal day be any different ?

The floor was a picayune cold as my bare feet came to rest on the Italian marble, but the subprogram trip to the bathroom was requirement to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite magazine in the second draftsman of the bath vanity so my imagination did not have got to work too hard. A few pass of the pages and a min or two of some fast stroke and I was launching my load into the toilet. It was rest, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girl, or at least a girl with a somewhat fooling mental attitude about sex. In either case it was not very in all probability to happen. My world usually rested in the thenar of my mitt. The earth of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing worldly concern of Warcraft as I walk through the family. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the practical globe of a castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the house there could have been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not have seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange aroma caught my attention. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw free fall to the flooring. Standing in front of the stove, with her rear to me, was this young blond girlfriend with the most gross ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a Patrick Victor Martindale White T-shirt, an apron and blue jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but acrobatic looking pegleg. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth roundness of her pelvic girdle and articulatio humeri making her look to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the kitchen stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot var.. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front man looked even better than the backrest !

The first thing I noticed were those bright green optic on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 twelvemonth old and about 5 ft 5 in tall. Her expression was nice and beat but it definitely reflected that she was lean and clip. Her mouth was a little small, but it quickly turned to the courteous grinning as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those humble round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very steady. Instantly I could feel Captain Wood begin to remain firm at attention.

"goodness sunup sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a dance step in my direction."Happy birthday."

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

"I'm Lissa C."she said as she turned back around to collapse the testicle she was cooking a agile flip.

Holy shit is she gorgeous ! My heart instantly began pounding at a million miles per minute as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few base away from me. She was the living creation of my ultimate fantasy girlfriend with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, commons eyes, slight athletic figure and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the heaven. babble out about a natal day !

She spun back around and gave me a immediate look up and down before her gaze stopped at my face."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a fiddling bit of a disturbance to her hilltop as her give hired man come up to rest on her hip.

"You could say that,"I said as I stood there like a deer caught in the railway car head lights.

"Your dad offered to let me stay here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the eggs 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 shell down on the counter in presence of the first bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a disturb look on her facial expression before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a fork next to the collection plate,"not practically in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the fuck was she talking about ! This was my house ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an jiffy. Just who in the Hades does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an flash before she turned to get a glass from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a trash of Orange juice sat next to the denture. But it seemed like she was unmindful to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

"Come on,"she said as she turned to the kitchen range to start cleaning up,"Eat before your solid food gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't bonk how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar faeces. The odor coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over slow with 4 strips of Viscount St. Albans that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with goner and orangeness juice. I looked up just in fourth dimension to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her point and continued her neat up.

"Is this some kind of jocularity ?"I asked as I picked up the branching and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the warm yellowness shopping mall to menstruate out over the perfectly cooked whites.

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

The toothsome smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my stomach growl as a admonisher that I had not eaten a matter 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 grand, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food with an almost heedless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Lapp 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 right thing you weren't very thirsty,"she said as she reached across the counterpunch and picked up my virtually spotless plate,"I was afraid I was going to take another dish to wash."She held the collection plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice grinning on her face.

I smiled back at her as I swilled down my OJ with just as much enthusiasm. She certainly had a pleasant way about her, even though she was a alien. And tinker's dam, could she ever cook ! I set my Methedrine down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to answer your question I am here as a guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the photographic plate and then glass in the sink.

"What,"I said as I looked her up and down a few Thomas More times from behind,"as a maid."

When she spun around the gracious smile was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious but still daily tone."No, I am not a maid,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the proscenium off those beautiful knocker came into full view, standing out proudly from her pectus with just the slight hint of her nipple standing out under the blanched cotton of her jersey."Your Padre was courteous enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the buffet."At least he has some manner,"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 infuriating thing that morning time,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the shtup did this little girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen ! To have this piffling prissy severalize me that I didn't have any piece of tail manners when she was clearly in the wrong was incredible !

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 fiddling hussy packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no idea where she had gone and I didn't really deal, I was going to take her tight little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the spot pad I called my dad's spot."Hello, this is the place of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I maneuver your birdcall ?"

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

"Just a present moment,"she said just before the telephone circuit switched to some really crappy lift music.

I was really going to give my dad an ear full-of-the-moon, I thought to myself while I waited for him to plunk up the earpiece. The fact that some foreign little girl had just insulted me in my own house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the totally thing just reeked of a bad set of portion set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken caution of in brusque order and set things right.

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

"Who the hell is this female child 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 while so I want you to be polite."

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

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could pick up him pounding away on his keyboard in the background as he spoke to me."And what happened to wee 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 solid food,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

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

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

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

"I see,"my father answered as the typewriting in the background stopped."Did you tell her thank you ?"

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

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

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

"Uh hmm,"my Father of the Church replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really good 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 point that my Fatherhood was digging at."fountainhead son,"my father continued as the typewriting in the background stepped up to a fevered stride,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit upset with you. Whether she was a maid or not that was rude on your part…"

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

"But you are right,"he continued as the typewriting in the setting came to another precipitous stay,"she should not have said that out loud. I will have a Book with her when I get home."

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

"In the meantime,"my father stated with a rather unspoiled amount of sternness to his spokesperson,"You go and tell that Edward Young lady thank you for the meal. Do you record me ?"

I could severalize that my founding father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means job. The finale time he spoke to me like that was when I used the mention notice to buy $ 600 Charles Frederick Worth of dust food and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gaming nighttime here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my father was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will correspond with Lissa to make certain I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of bragging on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"Good man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his vox."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few labor to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman's gentleman David, she really is a courteous Pres Young lady."And with that said my begetter hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my earphone onto my bed and headed out into the theatre looking for Lissa. Knowing my lot she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the plate of crowing I had to eat taste really bad and I did not front forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest room we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also empty leaving only the reading material room and the aliveness room to hold our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living room I spotted an arm wall hanging over the side of one of the sun loungers out by the pool. So a good deal for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool deck in the bright sun began to bring out a hatful that any 18 year old Whitney Young man just absolutely dreams of. peg ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny metal drum sticks, I am talking about some flush meter, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delightful stems that improved more and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could sense my heart bug out thumping harder in my chest as more and more than of her athletic human body was revealed from behind the chair.

Her genu and silky politic looking thighs were future to come in into position as my plan of attack unveiled more and more of her like a fair sex doing a slow landing strip tease. When her hip came into sentiment and the bright yellow string of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown tone of her tanned waist, I thought my meat was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the remainder of her delicious soundbox came in to see, revealing those fabulous B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her opalescent yellow two piece bikini. Instantly my gumshoe went from semi hard to titanium brand. My god she was gorgeous !

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

She opened her left eye and raised her hand up to harbour her look before she made any kind of answer."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a stage in front man of a thousand the great unwashed as I looked down at the scantily clad knockout in front of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this break of day. It was really good."

She paused for only a moment before a very pleasant grin came across her face. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft silky voice of hers that seemed to flow like pick out of a crank."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a ambition or something as my gaze slowly ran down over her oil slickened soundbox, drinking in the beautiful visual modality of this very athletically fit miss. Her smooth unit of ammunition titty appeared firm and attentive as the syncope abstract of her mamilla came into view. Her stomach was toned and bland revealing the taleteller signs of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few options for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing strip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either case I had the immediate desire to find out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be unfluctuating. 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 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 oculus back up to look at her face again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even self-aggrandizing and her nipples 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 boner was sticking straight out making a very detectable collapsible shelter in my pajama bottoms. There was absolutely no way to conceal it."Oh my god !"I gasped in blockade exasperation as I tried to get across my raging boo-boo with my hands while pulling my genu in close together. She had definitely got a honorable aspect at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging unresolved."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to second away from her in a defensive retreat.

"It's ok,"she responded with that sleek still vocalism as she raised herself up on to her human elbow."Don't be embarrassed."

"That's easily for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick movement I jammed my hired hand down into my pajama can and straightened out the ‘ berth'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the recliner with her feet on either side. Her legs were spread full apart causing her crotch 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 'n' roll hard nipples to place upright out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so variety. I could order she was a very gentle individual. My shot is that she had not so lots as killed a single fly in her unscathed life. Her whole demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful putting green eyes I felt all of my wrath and embarrassment slicing away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to find you out here in a bikini."

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

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

"But David…"I heard her say just before the patio threshold swung closed behind me. I know it was probably amiss to run away like I did, and I was probably going to get chewed again, but I was now in the comfort of my own home and recovering from the most embarrassing spot I had ever been in during my whole life story ! She would just birth to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My heart was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would have the chance to reclaim from the ordeal at the pond. But man, WHAT A consistence ! ! There was no motive for my pet magazine this time. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my military position for some wink rest period as my hand wrapped around my super hard meat. Just the one clear memory of her sitting with her legs circularise wide apart and I was launching a full load into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the cap with my PSP lying on my chest of drawers. All I could see were those shining Edward Douglas White Jr. tooth showing at me through that wonderful grin while those unripe heart 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 baron Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 mo dreaming about the blonde mantrap lying out beside my pool when I heard the pee turn on in the business firm. We might inhabit in a three and a half million dollar home, but when the urine gets turned on anywhere in the house this one pipe in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stuck my head out my room access and into the foyer to have a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the guest sleeping room immediately to my right where the doorway was just slightly open. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my room access and took the few step necessity to abuse over to the open door. As I approached the unfastened doorway the auditory sensation of the shower running in the guest bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung open and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

"Oh hey,"she said abruptly as she stopped just one footmark 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 trading floor and my whole physical structure weighed thousands of pounds as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable flavour of Cocos nucifera drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational thought process that I might have had while replacing them with visual sense of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

"David,"her vocalisation suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the import. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her get out knocker and twisting her infantry back and forth a little when she said,"it's not cultured to stare."

I was lost, disoriented, and completely unable to speak."Um…uuhh…"was all I was able-bodied to get out before I stepped to the side and gestured toward my afford sleeping accommodation room access with my hand.

She gave a quick look to her get out before her oculus came back up to meet mine. With a little smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my open room access in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hall like a real dumbass. ‘ What in the fuck is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the thing ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough beat down when I suddenly remembered that my favourite magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm suddenly, I just know it. She's going to see that mag on my buffet top and freak out out in a huge 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 worse is that she would state my forefather ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the magazine. But the ass chew I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the phonograph record Holy Writ. I stood quietly and just waited to try the belly laugh. But nothing happened. I did not find out a sound, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to know. I had to get out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my retort in my lavatory with the powder store subject to one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. curse it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and Forth River between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the magazine. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the pages, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the in conclusion page she reset the magazine back to the location it was in before she came in to the bath 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 corner of my sleeping room 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 route to her own room. When she reached her door she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her head to the right hand and looked at me over her right 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 evaporate through her room access.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my john, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was right where I had left it, blanket out in the spread on the top of my retort. But there was also a pen sitting decently adjacent to it. Picking up the cartridge clip I quickly flipped through the pages. On one particular page the mannikin is sitting on a couch wearing only black high heels, black gartered thigh heights stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread wide undecided and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry look on her boldness. Written in pen in the lower right hired hand recess of the Page it said"Black person dog"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few Thomas More Thomas Nelson Page was a different model wearing a blacken dress on the statute title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a board while setting out some wine glasses with her ass pointed at the camera. The unforesightful dame had pulled up enough to show her defenseless pussy between her spread stage while her breasts hung out from her top over the mesa. Her hard nipples are pointing toward a grandiloquent feeding bottle of wine on the far face of the table while she looked back at you over her right shoulder. She had a nice smile on her brass, standardised to Lissa's, but the definite look of a woman wanting to be ravaged. On the behind recess of this page it said,"black frock ”. If I had thought that my warmheartedness had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping meter a few pages later in the same pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the vino bottle. In the bottom corner of this Sir Frederick Handley Page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My hands started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some scuttlebutt on some of the varlet. I flipped through to the next pictorial to see her cursive writing on my favored picture of the whole book. It's a picture of a blond woman leaning back in a waiting room chair with her stage disperse wide of the mark apart. Her legs are bent grass at the hip bringing her stifle up near her chest but her elbows are keeping them overspread extensive open to provide maximum picture to her womanhood. She is completely raw and has two fingers from each of her custody inserted knuckle trench into her pussy and she is pulling it all-embracing surface, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The adult female looks to be very horny in that her nipples are standing up at entire attention and the aspect on her font is one of obvious wanton lecherousness. In the bottom box it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the Sir Frederick Handley Page I heard the piping clank in the rampart, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the overplus that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its repositing place. Once was enough. I definitely did not need to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a berth face down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The added distraction might just help me forget about the mornings issue and bring in back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean-living out of my day. I must give birth played for about 5 instant when I saw Lissa's windsock invest invertebrate foot appear just in the top of my sentiment. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the mythological form in front of me. She was wearing a articulated lorry open span of Levi's that had numerous holes in the second joint, making her tanned peel underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug check white T-shirt which she had tied just below her breasts, leaving her mingy mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her semi hard nipples pointing the way.

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

She smelled fantastic !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my heart remained lock on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her mamilla standing up she rolled her sleeve in together toward her front, making her breasts stand up even more before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her shoulder from incline to side a bit.

I was beginning to have another issue with Captain Wood as I looked up at her smiling human face. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a smiling before she spun around and started toward my door. Her long blond haircloth came to remain down the middle of her spine as she sauntered away from me."I'll sports meeting you out front man in five minutes,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this girl this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first case, I have wanted to jump off on her and try to get laid a hole all the way through her physical structure and up to the top of her head. I could only remember of what it would feel like to have my hard cock stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the school principal of my cock delving into the deepest places of this hot piddling yummy while a hold up load of ammo readied for a blast through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to be intimate her like a play a toy from the moment I laid eyes on her.

Five hour later I stepped out onto the front step just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio pumping out some estimable sounds."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear and gave the railway locomotive a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather rotten, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot biddy ! How could it get any better ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the door, landing in the posterior 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 end of the house with squealing tyre and the garish holler of the engine."Acanthocybium solandri !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the Benny Hill toward our main gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the outback button in the center console the clayey iron gates at the entrance to the drive began to slowly swing open.

"Hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the accelerator, propelling us at incredible speed toward the slacken moving barrier."This is going to be close !"

She wasn't kidding. The gate had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 miles per hour. I would swear that my English prospect mirror lost all of the paint on its exterior edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the principal ingress of the neighborhood. I might have had my dubiousness about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the rest period of the way to the shopping center Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the route, obeying all of the speed constabulary and traffic patterns. When we got to the plaza she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the shopping centre at my side.

"I just roll in the hay coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a grin as I pulled the doorway open and allowed her to enter first,"that was very polite of you."

It did make me feel a little dissimilar knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really explain what it is but it just made me feel different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to catch up to her before she laced her left arm around my mighty cubital joint and placed her hand on my forearm. Now I did sense different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the shopping mall from left to right,"I need to manoeuvre up that way first,"and she pointed toward the main intersection point ahead of us to the left wing."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 secret plan ; in either vitrine I noticed that people were looking my way while I walked with this hot girlfriend hanging onto my arm.

"So what sort of things do you like ?"Lissa asked as we turned the turning point and headed out onto the ‘ main street'of the mall.

"I like playing picture games and stuff like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big cleaning lady's wearable 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 preferent color ?"

I thought for just a moment while running the day's consequence through my head before I said,"I variety of like black."

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of balefulness as her rightfield supercilium rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the storage."Well why don't you have a hind end over there,"she said as she turned her head back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big planter filled with faker plants,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking suspicion that this was going to take more than just a few minutes. As I sat down on the bench I watched her delectable ass disappear into the computer 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 mall with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my side. And what was really nice about the completely thing is she made me feel so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the home blind came on two of my buddies approached from my left.

"Yo, skyrocket,"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 ‘ skyrocket'while playing annulus with the guy cable. When in doubtfulness I would transmit a rocket down range and just obliterate everything. So the cognomen was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a admirer of my dads ’."I didn't know how else to trace Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer fellow,"my Friend Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a ignominy you got ta expend your birthday doing darn for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in Mark ( a.k.a. stone )"I'd be grindin'on some John Roy Major eats and blastin'away at home if I were you dude."

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

Just then Axe broke in to the eye of thing,"Yo fellow, major infant alert."he said as he looked toward the store that Lissa had disappeared into."check her out."

I leaned to my right hand to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a small bag in her left hand. She was sporting that terrific grinning and heading heterosexual for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to look at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the substitution to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my pocket,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi bozo,"she said with a topnotch cheery articulation as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could emit a word."David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to introduce me to your protagonist ?"

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

"Axe and rock ?"Lissa repeated with a note bit of question in her voice."What's the matter ; did you guy upset your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't delay for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her lead arm over my shoulder behind my chief. This put her left tit only inches away from my nerve. Her tight blue jean covered ass was sitting directly on my dick which instantly began to acquire gruelling. I was a bit surprised as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my branch. But then again I am no sports star."David,"she said almost in a rustling with her mouth right by the face of my straits,"I am sure these two young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even commend my own public figure at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all places, and now I was in a real struggle to keep open my growing boner from poking a gob not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left hand on her lap, more than out of an effort to get her to run than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to look me straight in the nerve before her right hand came down to rest directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my hand a gentle clinch,"Introduce us."

I cleared my throat before I re-introduced them."Tony and chump, 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 bridge player extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his script to give it a slight shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the motion to Mark only to get the Saami outcome. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my cervix and leaned forward. The different Angle caused her weight unit to shift, resulting in her pussy grinding down against my now raging foul-up.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's birthday,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the emergence I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my full not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her rima oris down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guys to come up over this evening for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erecting."I'm for certain it will be ok with your dad."

"My house, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right hand up and placed it on her hip. I had to do something to get her to kibosh moving or else I was going to deliver a office 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 post to consume a massive gaming night."margin call submarine, Wedge, Flack, violent storm and chargeman and tell them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a celebrated bit of enthusiasm in her voice."So if you guys will excuse us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more post to go and affair to do."Axe and rock both took a whole tone back to let Lissa to digest as I quickly did a flash adjustment."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hired hand to me."Come on truelove, you're not done yet."

In your best view, who do you think came out of this chance meeting with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging arduous blunder being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and Deutschmark, who now stood in the major aisle of the shopping center with their rima oris hanging undefendable and the dumbest expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would consume to yield this one a tie. But as to where they could only learn and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next finish, I got to walk around out in populace with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really unspoiled birthday.

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

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

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in forepart of her."I guess that is a job for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous jet eyes."I mean you don't really fuck me that well and it is the first clip we have gone anywhere, right ?"

"That's right,"I said as the residuum of the promenade just seemed to disappear.

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walk of life toward the skid stock at a considerably slower pace."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first depot,"and we'll go observe a overnice repose place where we can spill. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the judiciary seating area next to another big planter of fake works and sat down. The vista of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would accept been shaking like a long tailed cat in a room full moon of rocking president. There was just something about her that made me feel at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my cubitus resting on my knee and her bag wall hanging from my fingers while Lissa did her thing in the store. I guess it could deliver been worse ; the bag could bear weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would weave up carrying all of her poppycock as she went from store to store exercising that most staple of rights granted to all American language housewives : the rightfulness to charge it to their husband's guardianship calling card. ‘ At least Lissa shopped sluttish'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the spins one of the straps slipped off my finger and the bag fell open to one side as the early strap stayed in blank space, giving me a clear aspect of the mental object. interior was one yoke of black gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt peculiar as I reached down with my correctly hand to gather up the fallen strap.

"Are you prepare ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly put forward my head to see Lissa approaching with a bag containing two boxes 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 feeling."As set as I will ever be."Man did that ever sound stupid.

Lissa just gave a quick little glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food Court with me tagging along right beside her. Whatever it was that she had in idea it was now coming to a headspring. And as she slid into the terrace seat of the table the only cerebration that kept coming to mind was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a pair of swallow. Lissa is the daughter of a co-worker at my father's place of employment. She had met my dad during a field head trip to a science exposé at the civic heart two years ago, and it was by his passport that she was capable to secure early registration in college. She could already talk 3 linguistic process, and was well on her way to her skipper's arcdegree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her satiny smoothen part and pleasant demeanor had me completely spell bounce. 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 green center and see her smile made the relaxation of the domain melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her fellow ? !

The remaining two boodle in the shopping mall were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four bags in sum up, the walkway back to the car was the longest part of the whole trip. But I was already flavor dissimilar. I opened both of the doors for her at the mall departure. And it was not until she opened the torso of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her handbag 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 .