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 nightfall. Despite being 19 long time old, unfortunately she looked like she was no more than 14. Not quite 5'tall and weighing about 90 #, she was the unconditional girl in her course of study. Since her boobs were a spectacular 32a, well-nigh of the time she never bothered wearing a bra. What she did having going for her was her one of a kind personality and a smiling that would melt the frigid ice cap. Beautiful red pilus down past her shoulder, smashing big sparkling blue eye, and for being so humble, she was always complimented on what a great ass she had.

For the next two calendar week she had the house to herself. Her parents had left this dawn for a arcsecond honeymoon in genus Paris. And for her graduation they had bought her a steel new Corvette which was sitting in the garage at home because she had gotten a ride to school this daybreak with her sound acquaintance Natalie, who had left early, leaving Ashley to resist for herself. Thus, the reason she was sitting on the schooling 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 bolt of lightning of whitening, pelting coming down in buckets and of course of instruction the bus had dropped her off 2 mental block from home. By the time she stepped on her movement porch she did n't have a dry spot on her. Her Andrew Dickson White silk blouse sticking to her like a second stratum of skin and her inadequate pink skirt clinging to every curve of her body. Her red hair matted to her case and her make up running everywhere.

'' What a fucking stinky day, she screamed, reaching into her purse for the threshold key. Oh, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I left my shag Key on the mesa this dayspring when Natalie called and said she would pick me up. How in the roll in the hay am I going to get in the house ? ``

She ran around the family, yanking wildly at the garage threshold, kicking and screaming at the back door and trying to advertise open up every window she could reach all the way around the family. No luck.

The pouring pelting was brutal and Ashley was cold, soaked to the bone and madder than Hell at herself. She had no other selection, she had to run adjacent door to ask a man she barely talked too, if he could help oneself her out. He was nice enough, but the pits, 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 whisker and brown centre. A self predicate ladies man who never married, but had several women in his life. He was in his downstairs office going over some stage business paper and listened to the crimson storm going on outside when his doorbell rang.

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

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

'' Oh, Mr. Hanson, I locked myself out, tried all the doors and windows and well, um, I do n't make love 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 plenty to cover it, but stupid me left this morning and left all my keys laying on the kitchen board. Is that mature and responsible ? Look at me, I 'm like a drown rat. ``

Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, capable to see right through her silk blouse, her mammilla sway hard and standing up on her tiny chest like pencil erasers. Her skirt clinging to her cute lilliputian ass like a boxing glove.

smiling and trying to defy back a chuckle, he lifted her Kuki-Chin, stared into her beautiful eyes and said, `` Hey it 'll be okay. We all make mistakes. It 's not the end of the populace. 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 household. It 's not that bad. You can call your parents to see about a excess key. Come on, I 'll get you something to put on while I dry your clothes. okeh ? ``

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, address me Bob okay ? ``

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

'' You can use this way to change in. I do n't have many women 's clothes here since I 'm not married. But there are a few things in that closet. Help yourself to anything in there and I 'll meet you downstairs. take your clothes and I 'll get them dried for you and you can make that phone call. ``

'' Thanks again Mr. Hanson, uh, I mean thanks Bob. '' She watched him until he walked out and closed the room access. She quickly stripped her wet thing off, dropping them in a agglomerate on the base, then opened the cupboard door, astonished at the beautiful things she found inside. There were dozens of neglige, mostly pocket-sized sizes like her. A few skirts which she thumbed through looking at the size. Four or five blouses which she knew would all fit her. Finally settling on a diminutive micro mini that fit her body perfectly. Picking up a thin beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her ego in the mirror covering one totally rampart. She could see her intemperately nipples through the thin blouse and her ass looked damn estimable in the bird. Feeling serious about herself, despite all her mischance today, she smiled, smoothed her annulus over her tiny ass, yanked on her mammilla making them just a little harder. Picking up her wet clothes, then remembering she had no panty on either since her 's were soaked. She took one finale looking in the mirror, smoothed out her wet haircloth just a bit and headed back downstairs where Bob stood patiently waiting for her.

'' Thank you Bob. She handed him the dripping dress 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 spring and left those behind when she left. I was actually hoping you would pick out one of the beautiful peignoir. ``

Ashley 's side turned fifteen different ghost 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 call your parents why I throw your matter in the drier. ``

Handing her his cell phone, 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 naked body.

She sat on the story, her wooden leg crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a glimpse of her defenseless snatch under her very lilliputian annulus. Feeling his fat hammer twitching he turned around, headed into the kitchen and Ashley followed him, plopping down on a stool at the breakfast bar.

'' Mom called my granny when I called her. She has a spare key but ca n't have 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 supporter until grandma comes. So can I Bob ? Would you listen if I stayed here ? If I go to my booster I wo n't give birth anything here to wear, but if I stayed here, well, uh, there are things in that closet upstairs that fit me. ( her look turned deep red )

'' Danton True Young dame, I would savour the company. Your welcome to stay if you want too. I have hundreds of movies on DVD, a wide variety of drinks, both alcoholic beverage and non alcohol, your choice, and I would enjoy to rescript pizza and share it with you. I have n't had pizza in month. And hold up but certainly not least, I would love seeing you model some of those uh, um things in the closet upstairs. If they look half as salutary on you as what your wearing now, then I 'm in for a treat. ``

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

'' Thank you Bob. That 's very squeamish. I 'll stay. Thanks for having me. ``

He smiled and reached out to smooth her hair falling down into her facial expression. `` Oh, but I have n't had you yet. But I will Ashley, I surely will. '' Shall we order that pizza pie, I 'm famished ? '' I 'll order the pizza and you can go in the den and pick us out a couple of movies you 'd like to look out. Anything peculiar you like to drink young Lady ?

'' pizza sounds pleasant-tasting Mr, uh I mean Bob. And to salute, I 'll have got what your having if that 's okay. I 'll go look through your moving-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 possess 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 lovers pizza. He was for certain Ashley would be a meat fan. Very for sure. Mixing up a pitcher of margaritas, he poured out 2 big Methedrine and walked back into where Ashley was rummaging through the vast stack of movies he had. Kneeling down and leaning in to reach for some ones he had way in the rear of the console, her skirt rose up and Bob stood mesmerized, staring at her delicious, youth, very denuded cunt from behind. His fat tool throbbed.

'' Pizza should be here in XXX mo he told he ? Have you found anything you might desire to see yet ? I know there 's a bunch to go through, but you 'll recover 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 dame down in back, and knew he had to suffer seen her puss from behind the way she was bent over. Her mind racing, she had found several Triple XXX movies hidden way in the spinal column. How would she secernate him she wanted to see them ? Taking a deep breath she turned around, carrying her picks tightly in her arms and laid them out on a coffee table near where he stood.

'' Oh good, I hope you ordinate center lovers. That 's my darling. I 've been a meat lover as long as I can call back. My Dad and my Uncle Steve are always telling me I can never get enough meat. I ca n't serve it, I just love 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 make surely you get all the meat you can handle. Does that voice good to you ? ``

'' That sounds perfective tense Bob. Thank you very much. '' I found a couple of movies but am not quite indisputable what the form of address mean. This one says, `` Teen daughter call for It Deep. '' It sounds like a swimming in the ocean picture show or something. And the form of address of this one is `` dad Does The Driving ''. Huh, I guess he does n't want his kids driving his car huh Mr., oh I mean right wing Bob ? ``

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

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

'' And do you have sex what else I think Ashley ? I think I know a sealed Lester Willis Young madam who is going to get a very, very good fucking tonight. Do you know who that Lester Willis Young ma'am is Ashley ? ``

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

'' Our pizza should be here any minute of arc now. Do n't you think it 's metre to get comfy before we start eating and watching our picture ? '' There may be something in that upstairs closet you may like to slip into. ``

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