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 days old, unfortunately she looked like she was no more than 14. Not quite 5'tall and weighing about 90 #, she was the flattest girl in her division. Since her boobs were a dramatic 32a, almost of the sentence she never bothered wearing a bra. What she did having going for her was her one of a sort personality and a grin that would melt the diametrical ice cap. Beautiful red fuzz down past her shoulder, great big sparkling depressed eyes, 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 sunrise for a indorse honeymoon in Paris. And for her graduation exercise they had bought her a brand new Corvette which was sitting in the garage at home because she had gotten a ride to shoal this dayspring with her best friend Natalie, who had left early, leaving Ashley to fend for herself. Thus, the reason she was sitting on the school bus, trying to hide from everyone. Ugh, no one who was anyone rode the bus these days.

A late afternoon thundershower lit up the sky with vast deadbolt of lightening, rainwater coming down in buckets and of form the bus had dropped her off 2 blocks from home. By the time she stepped on her front porch she did n't have a dry spot on her. Her bloodless silk blouse sticking to her like a 2d layer of tegument and her short pinko skirt clinging to every curve of her soundbox. Her red hair matted to her expression and her make up running everywhere.

'' What a fucking shitty day, she screamed, reaching into her purse for the threshold key. Oh, have a go at it, son-of-a-bitch, I left my fucking Francis Scott Key on the table this sunrise when Natalie called and said she would pick me up. How in the fuck am I going to get in the house ? ``

She ran around the house, yanking wildly at the service department doorway, kicking and screaming at the backward door and trying to campaign undefendable every window she could hit all the way around the house. No luck.

The pouring rain was beastly and Ashley was cold, soaked to the ivory and madder than hell at herself. She had no other choice, she had to run next door to ask a man she barely talked too, if he could help her out. He was nice enough, but hell, she did n't know him. Oh yeah, Bob Hanson, that was it.

Bob Hanson was 43, a self made millionaire, just under 6'tall, 180 #, muscular, coal black hair and brown eyes. A self proclaimed Lady man who never married, but had respective women in his life. He was in his downstairs office staff going over some business written document and listened to the trigger-happy storm going on outside when his bell rang.

'' Who the hell would be out on a day like this ringing doorbells, he thought ? '' When he opened his room access there stood his neighbor lavatory Larson 's daughter Ashley, looking hapless, dripping wet and crying.

'' Come on in you miserable girl. What happened to you ? Slamming the door shut when she got inside, dripping pee all over his newly carpeted unveiling way.

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

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

'' They went to City of Light and left me here because they thought I was mature enough to deal it, but stupid me left this good morning and left all my keys laying on the kitchen tabular array. Is that mature and responsible ? Look at me, I 'm like a drowned rat. ``

Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, capable to see right through her silk blouse, her nipples sway hard and standing up on her tiny thorax like pencil erasers. Her dame clinging to her precious lilliputian ass like a glove.

Smiling and trying to defend back a chuckle, he lifted her chin, stared into her beautiful eye and said, `` Hey it 'll be okay. We all make misapprehension. 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 mansion. It 's not that bad. You can call your parents to see about a spare key. Come on, I 'll get you something to put on while I dry your clothes. okay ? ``

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

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

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

'' You can use this room to change in. I do n't have many woman 's clothes here since I 'm not married. But there are a few affair in that closet. Help yourself to anything in there and I 'll play you downstairs. Bring your clothes and I 'll get them dried for you and you can make that sound yell. ``

'' 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 things off, dropping them in a big money on the level, then opened the closet room access, astonished at the beautiful affair she found inside. There were oodles of negligees, mostly humble 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 midget micro mini that fit her torso perfectly. Picking up a thin ecru blouse she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror covering one whole wall. She could see her intemperately nipples through the thin blouse and her ass looked damn safe in the annulus. Feeling good about herself, despite all her misadventure today, she smiled, smoothed her skirt over her tiny ass, yanked on her mamilla making them just a little harder. Picking up her wet dress, then remembering she had no step-in on either since her 's were soaked. She took one endure 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 drippage clothes then twirled around. I hope you do n't beware, but this is what I found to wear. ``

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

Ashley 's face turned fifteen different 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 months. Why do n't you telephone your parents why I throw your affair in the dryer. ``

Handing her his cell telephone set, he stepped out of the room and Ashley dialed, her mind running back to the beautiful peignoir 's upstairs and how they might feel on her defenseless body.

She sat on the storey, her legs crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a glimpse of her defenseless snatch under her very tiny skirt. Feeling his fat pecker 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 spare 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 friends until grandma comes. So can I Bob ? Would you beware if I stayed here ? If I go to my acquaintance I wo n't have anything here to put on, but if I stayed here, well, uh, there are things in that cupboard upstairs that fit me. ( her fount turned crimson )

'' Whitney Moore Young Jr. noblewoman, I would revel the company. Your welcome to stay if you want too. I have hundred of movies on DVD, a all-encompassing diversity of drinks, both alcohol and non alcohol, your selection, and I would love to order pizza and share it with you. I have n't had pizza in month. And last but certainly not least, I would bed seeing you model some of those uh, um affair in the closet upstairs. If they look one-half as good on you as what your wearing now, then I 'm in for a treat. ``

Ashley could find her juices beginning to boil, her nipples harder than they have ever been, his eyes burning a hole in her very thin blouse.

'' Thank you Bob. That 's very Nice. I 'll continue. Thanks for having me. ``

He smiled and reached out to smooth out her hair falling down into her brass. `` 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 decree the pizza pie and you can go in the den and pick us out a couple of picture show you 'd care to keep an eye on. Anything limited you like to tope young lady ?

'' Pizza sounds delicious Mr, uh I mean Bob. And to tope, I 'll have what your having if that 's okay. I 'll go attend through your motion-picture show and see you when you get there. You know what Bob ? I 'm glad I had such a disasterous day or I would let never met you. Thanks for being so nice to me. It 's going to be impossible for me to ever pay you back for what you 're doing. ``

Whistling to himself Bob dialed and ordered a large meat lover pizza. He was sure Ashley would be a substance lover. Very sure. Mixing up a pitcher of margaritas, he poured out 2 big glassful and walked back into where Ashley was rummaging through the huge lot of movies he had. Kneeling down and leaning in to gain for some ace he had way in the rear of the cabinet, her annulus rose up and Bob stood mesmerized, staring at her Delicious, young, very bald cunt from behind. His fat cock throbbed.

'' pizza should be here in thirty minute he told he ? Have you found anything you might want to see yet ? I know there 's a clump to go through, but you 'll get something I 'm for certain. I 've already seen something I 'm definitely going to be checking into a trivial 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 birth seen her pussy from behind the way she was bent over. Her thinker racing, she had found various Triple XXX moving-picture show hidden way in the back. How would she secern him she wanted to see them ? Taking a cryptic breath she turned around, carrying her cream tightly in her weaponry and laid them out on a coffee tabular array near where he stood.

'' Oh in effect, I hope you ordered pith lovers. That 's my favorite. I 've been a meat lover as long as I can retrieve. My Dad and my Uncle Steve are always telling me I can never get enough nub. I ca n't aid it, I just jazz devouring meat any way it 's served. That 's not weird or anything is it Bob ? ``

'' I 'll just say this Ashley, while you 're here with me I 'll pee-pee trusted you get all the pith you can handle. Does that sound good to you ? ``

'' That sounds perfect Bob. Thank you very much. '' I found a couple of moving-picture show but am not quite certain what the rubric mean. This one says, `` Teen young woman Take It Deep. '' It sounds like a swim in the ocean movie or something. And the title of this one is `` pa Does The Driving ''. Huh, I guess he does n't want his tiddler driving his car huh Mr., oh I mean the right way Bob ? ``

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

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

'' And do you know what else I think Ashley ? I think I know a sealed youth lady who is going to get a very, very safe fucking tonight. Do you know who that Brigham Young lady is Ashley ? ``

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

'' Our pizza pie should be here any minute of arc now. Do n't you think it 's prison term to get comfortable before we start eating and watching our movies ? '' There may be something in that upstair closet you may like to slip into. ``

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