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 declension. Despite being 19 years old, unfortunately she looked like she was no to a greater extent than 14. Not quite 5'tall and weighing about 90 #, she was the savorless girl in her social class. Since her boobs were a outstanding 32a, well-nigh 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 smile that would melt the polar ice cap. Beautiful red whisker down past her shoulder, swell big sparkling blue angel 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 theater to herself. Her parents had left this sunup for a secondment honeymoon in Paris. And for her graduation they had bought her a brand new Corvette which was sitting in the garage at dwelling because she had gotten a ride to shoal this break of day with her unspoilt supporter Natalie, who had left early, leaving Ashley to fend for herself. Thus, the cause she was sitting on the school bus, trying to hide from everyone. Ugh, no one who was anyone rode the bus these days.

A deep good afternoon thundershower lit up the sky with huge bolts of whitening, rainfall coming down in pail and of class the bus had dropped her off 2 auction block from home. By the time she stepped on her front porch she did n't have a dry spot on her. Her Patrick White silk blouse sticking to her like a 2d bed of cutis and her short pink annulus clinging to every bend of her eubstance. Her red haircloth matted to her aspect and her make up running everywhere.

'' What a fucking shitty day, she screamed, reaching into her pocketbook for the door key. Oh, ass, son-of-a-bitch, I left my fucking cay on the table this daybreak when Natalie called and said she would pick me up. How in the fuck am I going to get in the sign ? ``

She ran around the house, yanking wildly at the garage door, kicking and screaming at the rachis threshold and trying to push unfastened every windowpane she could hit all the way around the menage. No luck.

The pouring rain was bestial and Ashley was inhuman, soaked to the osseous tissue and madder than hell on earth at herself. She had no other choice, 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 hell, she did n't screw him. Oh yeah, Bob Hanson, that was it.

Bob Hanson was 43, a self made millionaire, just under 6'tall, 180 #, powerful, coal black hair and dark-brown eyes. A self proclaimed ladies man who never married, but had various women in his life. He was in his downstairs office going over some job papers and listened to the violent tempest going on outside when his doorbell rang.

'' Who the the pits would be out on a day like this vibrancy doorbells, he thought ? '' When he opened his door there stood his neighbour John Larson 's daughter Ashley, looking pitiful, 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 entry way.

'' Oh, Mr. Hanson, I locked myself out, tried all the doors and windows and well, um, I do n't experience 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 adequate to plow it, but pudding head me left this morning and left all my winder laying on the kitchen table. Is that mature and creditworthy ? Look at me, I 'm like a submerge rat. ``

Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, capable to see right through her silk blouse, her pap rock hard and standing up on her tiny chest like pencil erasers. Her annulus clinging to her cute little ass like a baseball mitt.

Smiling and trying to throw back a chuckle, he lifted her chin, stared into her beautiful eyes and said, `` Hey it 'll be okay. We all make fault. 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 prognosticate your parents to see about a supererogatory key. Come on, I 'll get you something to put on while I dry your wearing apparel. 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, promise me Bob okay ? ``

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

'' You can use this room to change in. I do n't have many women 's wearing apparel here since I 'm not married. But there are a few things in that cupboard. Help yourself to anything in there and I 'll fulfil you downstairs. wreak your clothes and I 'll get them dried for you and you can make that speech sound call. ``

'' Thanks again Mr. Hanson, uh, I mean thanks Bob. '' She watched him until he walked out and closed the doorway. She quickly stripped her wet thing off, dropping them in a pile on the base, then opened the closet door, astonished at the beautiful matter she found inside. There were lots of negligee, mostly minor sizing like her. A few skirts which she thumbed through looking at the size of it. Four or five blouses which she knew would all fit her. Finally settling on a lilliputian micro mini that fit her soundbox perfectly. Picking up a thin beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her ego in the mirror covering one hale wall. She could see her heavy nipples through the cut blouse and her ass looked damn good in the skirt. Feeling good about herself, despite all her bad luck today, she smiled, smoothed her skirt over her tiny ass, yanked on her nipples making them just a niggling harder. Picking up her wet clothes, then remembering she had no panties on either since her 's were soaked. She took one last face in the mirror, smoothed out her wet whisker just a bit and headed back downstairs where Bob stood patiently waiting for her.

'' Thank you Bob. She handed him the dripping apparel then twirled around. I hope you do n't take care, 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 negligees. ``

Ashley 's face turned fifteen different refinement 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 things in the dryer. ``

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

She sat on the floor, her legs crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a glimpse of her naked pussy under her very tiny chick. Feeling his fat turncock 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 defecate 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 friend until grandma comes. So can I Bob ? Would you heed if I stayed here ? If I go to my friends I wo n't have anything here to wear, but if I stayed here, well, uh, there are things in that closet upstairs that fit me. ( her face turned crimson )

'' Young lady, I would revel the company. Your welcome to stay if you want too. I have 100 of moving-picture show on DVD, a wide smorgasbord of drinking, both inebriant and non alcohol, your alternative, and I would love to order pizza and share it with you. I have n't had pizza in calendar month. And last 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 good on you as what your wearing now, then I 'm in for a dainty. ``

Ashley could experience her juices beginning to boil, her nipples strong than they have ever been, his heart burning a hole in her very lean blouse.

'' Thank you Bob. That 's very nice. I 'll continue. 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 order the pizza and you can go in the den and pick us out a dyad of movies you 'd like to watch. Anything exceptional you like to drink young lady ?

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

whistle to himself Bob dialed and ordered a large centre fan pizza. He was sure as shooting Ashley would be a meat lover. Very sure. Mixing up a pitcherful of margaritas, he poured out 2 big spyglass and walked back into where Ashley was rummaging through the Brobdingnagian flock of moving-picture show he had. Kneeling down and leaning in to make for some ones he had way in the binding of the cabinet, her skirt rose up and Bob stood mesmerized, staring at her Delicious, young, very bald cunt from tail. His fat cock throbbed.

'' pizza pie should be here in thirty transactions he told he ? Have you found anything you might need to see yet ? I know there 's a clustering to go through, but you 'll find something I 'm sure enough. 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 bird down in back, and knew he had to have seen her pussy from behind the way she was set over. Her creative thinker racing, she had found various trio XXX movies hidden way in the vertebral column. How would she tell him she wanted to see them ? Taking a deep breath she turned around, carrying her cream tightly in her sleeve and laid them out on a coffee table near where he stood.

'' Oh goodness, I hope you ordered meat lovers. 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 meat. I ca n't help oneself 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 lay down sure you get all the meat you can handle. Does that vocalize proficient to you ? ``

'' That sounds perfect Bob. Thank you very much. '' I found a dyad of film but am not quite sure as shooting what the titles mean. This one says, `` Teen Girls carry It Deep. '' It sounds like a swimming in the sea movie or something. And the title of this one is `` pappa Does The drive ''. Huh, I guess he does n't want his youngster driving his car huh Mr., oh I mean flop Bob ? ``

'' Ashley, I think you know exactly what the titles of those two film mean do n't you youthful madam ? ``

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

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

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

'' Our pizza should be here any minute now. Do n't you think it 's time to get comfortable before we start eating and watching our motion picture ? '' There may be something in that up the stairs closet you may like to slew into. ``

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