andandAshley had just turned 19 and thankfully this was her last day of school. She was starting a new job on Mon and would be leaving for college in the fall. Despite being 19 twelvemonth 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 flattest daughter in her family. Since her boobs were a spectacular 32a, most of the time she never bothered wearing a bra. What she did having going for her was her one of a sort personality and a smile that would melt the polar ice cap. Beautiful red hair down past her shoulders, great big sparkling low eyes, and for being so diminished, she was always complimented on what a bang-up ass she had.

For the next two weeks she had the house to herself. Her parents had left this morning for a second honeymoon in French capital. 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 schoolhouse this first light with her considerably friend Natalie, who had left early, leaving Ashley to stand for herself. Thus, the reason she was sitting on the schooltime 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 bolts of lightening, rainfall coming down in buckets and of course the bus had dropped her off 2 blockage from plate. By the meter she stepped on her front porch she did n't have a dry smudge on her. Her egg white silk blouse sticking to her like a indorse stratum of skin and her brusque pink annulus clinging to every breaking ball of her torso. Her red whisker matted to her look and her shuffle up running everywhere.

'' What a fucking icky day, she screamed, reaching into her purse for the threshold key. Oh, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I left my fucking keys on the mesa this morn when Natalie called and said she would pick me up. How in the fucking am I going to get in the star sign ? ``

She ran around the house, yanking wildly at the service department door, kicking and screaming at the back door and trying to push open every window she could reach all the way around the business firm. No luck.

The pouring rainwater was brutal and Ashley was moth-eaten, soaked to the off-white 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 underworld, she did n't know him. Oh yeah, Bob Hanson, that was it.

Bob Hanson was 43, a ego made millionaire, just under 6'tall, 180 #, muscular, coal black hair and Brown eyes. A self proclaimed madam man who never married, but had several women in his life. He was in his downstairs bureau going over some business organisation papers and listened to the violent tempest going on outside when his doorbell rang.

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

'' Come on in you misfortunate 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 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 vernacular you get in ? Where are your parents ? ``

'' They went to Paris and left me here because they thought I was mature enough to address it, but pudding head me left this dawn and left all my cay laying on the kitchen table. Is that mature and responsible ? Look at me, I 'm like a overwhelm rat. ``

Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, capable to see right through her silk blouse, her mamilla rock hard and standing up on her tiny chest like pencil erasers. Her skirt clinging to her precious little ass like a glove.

Smiling and trying to take hold back a chortle, he lifted her chin, stared into her beautiful eyes and said, `` Hey it 'll be okay. We all make mistakes. It 's not the end of the earthly concern. Why do n't we get you out of these wet clothes then try to project 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 spare key. ejaculate 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 berm and leading her upstairs he told her, `` Please, call me Bob okay ? ``

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

'' You can use this room 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 loo. Help yourself to anything in there and I 'll match you downstairs. Bring 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 threshold. She quickly stripped her wet things off, dropping them in a pile on the base, then opened the closet room access, astonished at the beautiful things she found inside. There were dozens of negligees, mostly pocket-size sizes 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 bantam micro mini that fit her body perfectly. Picking up a thin beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror covering one altogether wall. She could see her hard nipples through the thin blouse and her ass looked damn good in the skirt. Feeling good about herself, despite all her mishaps today, she smiled, smoothed her skirt over her tiny ass, yanked on her nipples 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 close look in the mirror, smoothed out her wet hair just a bit and headed back downstairs where Bob stood patiently waiting for her.

'' Thank you Bob. She handed him the drip clothes then twirled around. I hope you do n't mind, 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 plunk out one of the beautiful negligees. ``

Ashley 's face turned fifteen different dark glasses 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 calendar month. Why do n't you call your parents why I throw your things in the dryer. ``

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

She sat on the storey, her legs crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a coup d'oeil of her naked pussy under her very tiny chick. Feeling his fat cock twitching he turned around, headed into the kitchen and Ashley followed him, plopping down on a faecal matter at the breakfast bar.

'' Mom called my nan when I called her. She has a superfluous key but ca n't shit it here until Mon. Mom said I could either ask you if I could stay here until then, or I could go to one of my supporter until grandmother comes. So can I Bob ? Would you listen if I stayed here ? If I go to my friend I wo n't have anything here to wear, but if I stayed here, well, uh, there are things in that wardrobe upstairs that fit me. ( her face turned ruby )

'' Young lady, I would love the company. Your welcome to stay if you want too. I have hundreds of motion picture on DVD, a full variety of drink, both alcoholic drink and non alcoholic drink, your choice, and I would have it away to order pizza and contribution it with you. I have n't had pizza in calendar month. And finally but certainly not to the lowest degree, I would love seeing you model some of those uh, um thing in the water closet upstairs. If they look half as good on you as what your wearing now, then I 'm in for a goody. ``

Ashley could feel her juices beginning to boil, her nipples surd than they have ever been, his centre burning a hole in her very thin blouse.

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

He smiled and reached out to polish 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 parliamentary procedure that pizza pie, I 'm famished ? '' I 'll order the pizza and you can go in the den and pluck us out a couplet of picture show you 'd like to watch. Anything special you like to salute Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady ?

'' pizza pie sounds delicious Mr, uh I mean Bob. And to imbibe, I 'll have what your having if that 's okeh. 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 have never met you. Thanks for being so dainty 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 prominent meat devotee pizza. He was indisputable Ashley would be a sum lover. Very certain. Mixing up a pitcherful of margaritas, he poured out 2 big looking glass and walked back into where Ashley was rummaging through the huge stack of movies he had. Kneeling down and leaning in to get to for some ones he had way in the back of the cabinet, her skirt rose up and Bob stood mesmerized, staring at her yummy, young, very bald cunt from behind. His fat tool throbbed.

'' Pizza should be here in XXX mo he told he ? Have you found anything you might require to see yet ? I know there 's a bunch to go through, but you 'll find something I 'm for sure. I 've already seen something I 'm definitely going to be checking into a petty later tonight. ``

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

'' Oh good, I hope you coherent meat lovers. That 's my favorite. 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 centre. I ca n't help it, I just have a go at it 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 construct certain you get all the meat you can handle. Does that fathom good to you ? ``

'' That sounds perfective Bob. Thank you very much. '' I found a match of picture show but am not quite sure what the title mean. This one says, `` teen Girls Take It Deep. '' It sounds like a swimming in the ocean motion picture or something. And the title of this one is `` Daddy Does The Driving ''. Huh, I guess he does n't want his small fry driving his car huh Mr., oh I mean right on Bob ? ``

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

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

'' And do you make out what else I think Ashley ? I think I know a certain young Lady who is going to get a very, very sound shtup tonight. Do you know who that Young lady is Ashley ? ``

'' Uhhhh, Oh I certainly hope I know her. I hope that girl who is going to get her learning ability 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 show ? '' There may be something in that upstairs wardrobe you may like to slip into. ``

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