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



So, I'm a techno geek. But in this day and age who isn't right wing ? I guess you could call me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic twist. From my hand held I-Pad to my latest generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack of mixer interaction with those around me. To me it does not matter because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to think I should get out more.

Here is a little bit about me. My name is David and I am 18 years old. I was the poster child for your techno geek society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with heterosexual dark-brown hair that I like to keep open a little bit prospicient and I have bass blue heart. I might be what you would say is a petty skinny but it is not something that I really concern myself with. As long as my thumbs work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big business firm in a gated residential district. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something to a greater extent than what dad had to offer, so she ran off with her fitness flight simulator and is now out in Calif.. Dad is an executive with a Brobdingnagian electronics caller that makes all of the courteous electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the in style contemporaries gimmick almost a class before they hit the open market. X-Box, Play post, even all the way back to the clock time of the old Saga system I have always had the newest and best gameing systems that were useable. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a retentive metre before it hits the streets. I just like the repose and quiet I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to spiel HALO or some other secret plan without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the games I could ever require along with the highschool upper cyberspace for multi-player game, and a big mansion with my own elbow room to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my melodic theme of the"sweet life history"came to a sudden play in the road on the day of my 18th birthday. What happened then has changed my life.

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

natal day are supposed to be a grand day. You're supposed to fire up up in the morning and find your kin doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious smelling draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the terminal few years. I woke to the conversant pile and sounds of my room and an empty house. But what should I feature 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 Thomas More than two years now, it was up to me to stand for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my Clarence Shepard Day Jr. started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The trading floor was a slight coldness as my bare feet came to remain on the Italian marble, but the turn head trip to the bathroom was necessary to first commit one out so I could then pee. I had my favourite cartridge holder in the second draftsman of the toilet vanity so my resource did not stimulate to work too hard. A few flip of the page and a minute or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my encumbrance into the john. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a very girlfriend, or at least a girl with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either typesetter's case it was not very probable to happen. My macrocosm usually rested in the medal of my hands. The humanity of cyberspace gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing World of Warcraft as I walk through the house. It variety of made me think that I was walking through the virtual human race of a rook and I was doing the fight. So in passing through the sign there could deliver been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not sustain seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange feel caught my attending. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the recession from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the floor. Standing in social movement of the stove, with her back to me, was this young blonde girl with the most everlasting ass that any guy could ever desire for. She was wearing a white T-shirt, an apron and downhearted denim short circuit that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking leg. Her slender shank accentuated the still roundness of her hips and shoulders making her look to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the cooking stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing shoeless conformation. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the base she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even proficient than the vertebral column !

The get-go thing I noticed were those bright green oculus on the cutest brass I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 invertebrate foot 5 in marvellous. Her face was nice and round of drinks but it definitely reflected that she was skimpy and clean-cut. Her mouthpiece was a little small, but it quickly turned to the overnice smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those little cycle breasts hiding under her apron. I could not secern how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very strong. Instantly I could sense Captain Ellen Price Wood set about to stand at attention.

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

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

"I'm Lissa C."she said as she turned back around to give the eggs she was cooking a quick flip.

holy shit is she gorgeous ! My eye instantly began pounding at a million miles per time of day as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard meter even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few substructure away from me. She was the animation creation of my ultimate fantasy girl with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, green heart, slim athletic figure and a voice that seemed to drop down right out of the heavens. let the cat out of the bag about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a nimble smell 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 piddling bit of a neck ruff to her brow as her get out hand descend up to rest on her hip.

"You could say that,"I said as I stood there like a cervid caught in the motorcar head lights.

"Your dad offered to let me stick here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the eggs and bacon out of the sauteing pan and set them on a plate.

"What for ?"I asked as she stepped across the kitchen and set the plate down on the counter in battlefront of the first bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a troubled spirit on her human face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a fork next to the plate,"not a lot in the way of mode,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the ass was she talking about ! This was my star sign ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an inst. Just who in the hell does she cogitate she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an instant 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 labor until a spyglass of orange succus sat following to the plate. 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 commence cleaning up,"Eat before your nutrient gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't know how to respond to this char who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar dejection. The odor coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two ballock over easy with 4 strips of bacon that appeared to be cooked to beau ideal, with goner and orange juice. I looked up just in fourth dimension to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her fountainhead and continued her clean house up.

"Is this some sort of joke ?"I asked as I picked up the fork and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the warm yellowness nerve center to flow out over the perfectly cooked whites.

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

The luscious smell coming up from my home base was starting to get to me in a big way, making my abdomen growl as a admonisher that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the testis and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastical, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food with an almost reckless unconstraint, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Saame time. In just a affair of second base I was sopping up the rest of the egg egg yolk with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good thing you weren't very thirsty,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spick plate,"I was afraid I was going to stimulate another dish to wash."She held the plate up and turned it toward me with a very courteous grin on her case.

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 stranger. And shucks, could she ever cook ! I set my chicken feed down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sump."And to answer your question I am here as a Edgar Albert Guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the denture and then glass in the sink.

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

When she spun around the skillful smile was not on her facial expression, having been replaced by a rather serious but still insouciant look."No, I am not a maid,"she answered as she reached behind her shank and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful white meat came into full panorama, standing out proudly from her chest with just the tenuous hint of her nipples standing out under the White cotton wool of her T-shirt."Your Fatherhood was squeamish enough to let me delay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the proscenium before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some fashion,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the recession, just before she stepped out of wad, she said the last maddening matter that daybreak,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the fuck did this little little girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn star sign and this was my have intercourse kitchen ! To let this little prissy recite me that I didn't have any roll in the hay manner when she was clearly in the wrongfulness was unbelievable !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to call off my dad. He was going to fix this and send this little loose woman packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my way. I had no melodic theme where she had gone and I didn't really care, I was going to hold her sozzled little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the touching pad I called my dad's role."Hello, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I channelize your shout ?"

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

"Just a moment,"she said just before the line of business switched to some really lousy lift music.

I was really going to give my dad an ear to the full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to piece up the earphone. The fact that some foreign girl had just insulted me in my own house was unconvincing. Add to it that she was only a client and the wholly thing just reeked of a bad set of circumstances set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken tending of in short order and set thing right.

"Jacques Louis David,"my dad's voice suddenly sounded out as the lift music abruptly stopped."What's the job ?"He actually sounded a bit concerned.

"Who the hell is this girl I found in the kitchen this morn,"I stated straight from the hip.

"Oh…"he responded quickly, not giving me a luck 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 infuriate response echoed in the vacancy of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any manners !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could hear him pounding away on his keyboard in the scope as he spoke to me."And what happened to work her say this ?"he asked as his end of the telephone set 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 fashion !"

"Is that so ? And just what was she doing in the kitchen ?"my dad queried further.

"She was cooking some intellectual nourishment,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

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

There was a break 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 founder's question,"really good."

"I see,"my Father-God answered as the typewriting in the background stopped."Did you tell apart 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 moment before I spoke again."Well…yea…she did say that she was a guest here at the house."

"Uh hmm,"my father replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really good breakfast ’, to use your own speech, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the point that my father was digging at."Well son,"my father continued as the typewriting in the backcloth stepped up to a fevered pace,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit disorder with you. Whether she was a maidservant or not that was rude on your part…"

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

"But you are right,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another abrupt halt,"she should not take said that out loud. I will suffer a word with her when I get home."

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

"In the interim,"my beginner stated with a rather good quantity of sternness to his voice,"You go and tell that unseasoned dame thank you for the repast. Do you say me ?"

I could secernate that my founding father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The last meter he spoke to me like that was when I used the citation card to buy $ 600 Worth of dust food and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gaming night here with my ally. 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 retard with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to take in to eat a bit of crow on my natal day."Yes sir."I responded.

"trade good man,"my dad answered with an air of assurance in his voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few tasks to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a nice young lady."And with that said my male parent hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my earpiece onto my bed and headed out into the theatre looking for Lissa. Knowing my luck she was probably sitting in some recession somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the plate of crow I had to eat taste sensation really bad and I did not depend forward to this at all. I looked into the two Guest room we have to retrieve them both void. The den and the kitchen were also evacuate leaving only the reading room and the living room to contain our new client. As I walked past the breezeway to the keep room I spotted an arm suspension over the face of one of the sun recliner out by the pool. So lots for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool deck in the hopeful sun began to bring out a sight that any 18 twelvemonth old Loretta Young man just absolutely ambition of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny drum sticks, I am talking about some prize time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly scrumptious base that improved more and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could sense my warmness start thumping harder in my chest as Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of her athletic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her stifle and silky smooth looking thigh were next to descend into eyeshot as my plan of attack unveiled more and more of her like a woman doing a behind landing strip vexer. When her hip came into vista and the bright sensationalistic strand of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut tree brown tone of her tanned shank, I thought my core was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the sleep of her delicious dead body came in to view, revealing those mythologic B sized titmouse cupped under the matching top of her iridescent chickenhearted two piece Bikini. Instantly my dick went from semi backbreaking to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her chair by her infantry. I was really hoping she would not remark the huge hump 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 shield her face before she made any kind of reply."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a point in front of a thousand the great unwashed as I looked down at the scantily robe beauty in front of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this morning. It was really good."

She paused for only a second before a very pleasant grin came across her typeface. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that piano silken voice of hers that seemed to flow like cream out of a chicken feed."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a aspiration or something as my regard slowly ran down over her oil slickened body, drinking in the beautiful sight of this very athletically fit little girl. Her tranquil round breasts appeared house and thoughtful as the faint outline of her nipples came into eyeshot. Her venter was toned and flat revealing the telltale signs of a well-cared for six plurality. The French cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few pick for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing cartoon strip or she was shaved completely still. 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 rung ; but appearing to be stiff. I don't think she has an snow leopard 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 fantastical consistency."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 eyes back up to attend at her face again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even big and her mamilla stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my eyes with that very pleasing grin and gave me a wink.

I instinctively looked down to see that my boo-boo was sticking straight out making a very obtrusive tent in my pajama rear end. There was absolutely no way to enshroud it."Oh my god !"I gasped in obstruct exasperation as I tried to address my raging boo-boo with my men while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a good expression at king stiffy while I was standing there with my back talk hanging open."I am so drab,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a defensive retreat.

"It's ok,"she responded with that silky fluid vocalization as she raised herself up on to her elbows."Don't be embarrassed."

"That's easy for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick move I jammed my mitt down into my pyjama hindquarters and straightened out the ‘ situation'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the lounger with her feet on either side. Her legs were bedcover all-embracing apart causing her genitalia 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 hard nipples to place upright out notably.

"You're good,"she responded with one eyebrow raised,"it is easy for me to say. I'm sorry David."

The way about her was so pleasant and so sort. I could tell she was a very blue person. My guesswork is that she had not so much as killed a exclusive fly in her unharmed life. Her wholly demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful green middle I felt all of my anger 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 agile coup d'oeil down at my boner,"me to be naked ?"

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

"But David…"I heard her say just before the patio room access swung closed behind me. I know it was probably wrong 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 stymy situation I had ever been in during my whole life ! She would just have to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the threshold. My gist was pounding in my thorax not only from the run through the star sign, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would own the chance to recover from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A physical structure ! ! There was no motivation for my best-loved mag this time. I just tossed it onto my riposte top and took up my position for some clamant relief as my script wrapped around my tops tough meat. Just the one clear remembering of her sitting with her leg overspread wide apart and I was launching a full load into the can almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP lying on my chest of drawers. All I could see were those lustrous white teeth showing at me through that wonderful smile while those fleeceable eyes 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 line of her with a King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 minutes dreaming about the blond peach lying out beside my syndicate when I heard the urine number on in the planetary house. We might exist in a three and a half million clam home, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the mansion this one piping in my lav clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stupefy my top dog out my door and into the hall to have a listen. It sounded like there was some dissonance coming from the guest bedroom immediately to my right where the door was just slightly open. Lissa must be staying in that elbow room. I opened my door and took the few steps necessary to pace over to the open door. As I approached the open air door the strait 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 subject and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

"Oh hey,"she said abruptly as she stopped just one step into the hallway."I don't have any shampoo, can I adopt yours ?"

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my fundament were glued to the floor and my whole dead body weighed thou of pounds as I stood frozen in topographic point while staring at her. The very noticeable flavor of coconut drifted up to my olfactory organ, further hindering any rational persuasion unconscious process that I might induce had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropic beach.

"Saint David,"her voice suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the moment. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her left white meat and twisting her foot back and forth a short when she said,"it's not polite to stare."

I was lost, disoriented, and completely unable to speak."Um…uuhh…"was all I was able to get out before I stepped to the face and gestured toward my receptive chamber door with my hand.

She gave a quick look to her left before her eyes came back up to touch mine. With a little grinning she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my open threshold in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking moron !'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 lady friend. What's the matter ? Can't you remember any fucking side ?'I was giving myself a thorough beat down when I suddenly remembered that my darling magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine publisher on my counter top and gross 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 forged is that she would tell my father ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the magazine. But the ass chewing I was for sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the disc books. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the scream. But nothing happened. I did not pick up a strait, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to know. I had to rule out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in social movement of my counter in my bathroom with the cartridge clip open to one of the pages. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to wait at herself. beshrew it, her back was turned toward me ! Her top dog moved back and forth between looking at the powder store and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the cartridge clip. 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 last page she reset the mag back to the attitude it was in before she came in to the lavatory 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 bedroom doorway 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 way. When she reached her door she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her head to the right and looked at me over her the right way articulatio humeri."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one step to disappear through her room access.

My kernel stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my bathroom, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was right where I had left it, widely out in the heart-to-heart on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting right next to it. Picking up the clip I quickly flipped through the Sir Frederick Handley Page. On one particular page the simulation is sitting on a sofa wearing only black high hound, grim gartered thigh senior high school stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread panoptic assailable and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry feel on her face. Written in pen in the lower right hand recess of the page it said"Shirley Temple Heels"in beautiful longhand hand writing.

Flipping through a few more Thomas Nelson Page was a unlike example wearing a smuggled dress on the title varlet of her pictorial. She was leaning over a board while setting out some wine-coloured glasses with her ass pointed at the camera. The unforesightful dame had pulled up enough to register her naked kitty between her spread legs while her breast hung out from her top over the mesa. Her intemperate nipples are pointing toward a tall bottleful of wine-coloured on the far side of meat of the tabular array while she looked back at you over her compensate shoulder. She had a prissy smiling on her face, standardized to Lissa's, but the definite look of a womanhood wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom recess of this page it said,"Black garb ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping round a few Thomas Nelson Page later in the same pictorial where the charwoman was squatting down on the vino nursing bottle. In the bottom turning point of this pageboy it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My helping hand 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 comments on some of the pages. I flipped through to the following pictorial to find her longhand writing on my favorite picture of the unit book. It's a picture of a blonde woman leaning back in a lounge death chair with her legs dispersed widely apart. Her peg are bent at the hip bringing her knees up near her chest but her human elbow are keeping them spread wide open air to cater maximum exposure to her womanhood. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands inserted knuckle deep into her pussycat and she is pulling it wide open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her neck. The womanhood looks to be very randy in that her nipples are standing up at full care and the facial expression on her face is one of obvious wanton lustfulness. In the derriere corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few Thomas More of the pages I heard the organ pipe clank in the bulwark, indicating that Lissa had turned the piss off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its memory board place. Once was enough. I definitely did not necessitate to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a emplacement face down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The added misdirection might just serve me forget about the sunrise events and bring back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown sporty out of my day. I must have played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's wind sleeve clad feet appear just in the top of my eyeshot. Looking up made me bury completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the mythic soma in social movement of me. She was wearing a rig lax pair of Levi's that had legion gob in the thigh, making her tanned shin underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug tally white T-shirt which she had tied just below her chest, leaving her stringent mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her semi heavy tit pointing the way.

"Hey,"she said as she stepped right up to my bed before stopping."I have to go to the center for a bit and pluck up a few things at the storehouse. Do you mind going with me ?"

She smelled wonderful !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my eyes remained locked on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her nipples standing up she rolled her blazonry 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 articulatio humeri from side to side a bit.

I was beginning to have another take with senior pilot Wood as I looked up at her smiling side. I swallowed toilsome before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a smile before she spun around and started toward my threshold. Her farsighted blond pilus came to rest down the middle of her rear as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out presence in five minutes,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this daughter this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first instance, I have wanted to startle on her and try to have it away a hollow all the way through her body and up to the top of her forefront. I could only think of what it would feel like to feature my hard pecker stuffed all the way into this girl, with my orb slammed against her ass and the head of my putz delving into the deepest situation of this hot piffling yummy while a live load of ammunition readied for a blow through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to sleep with her like a play a toy from the moment I laid oculus on her.

Phoebe min later I stepped out onto the front steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radiocommunication pumping out some good 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 stinky, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot dame ! How could it get any better ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the room access, landing in the bottom 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 chance to answer her before the car launched from the front of the planetary house with squealing tyre and the loud holla of the locomotive engine."Acanthocybium solandri !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out aloud as we wound our way down the hill toward our master gate at a breakneck amphetamine. Pressing the remote clit in the center console the expectant iron gate at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the gas pedal, propelling us at incredible velocity toward the slow moving barrier."This is going to be close !"

She wasn't kidding. The gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 miles per hour. I would bank that my side eyeshot mirror lost all of the key on its remote edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entrance of the neighborhood. I might get had my doubtfulness about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the residual of the way to the center Lissa conducted her drive just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speeding Pentateuch and dealings patterns. When we got to the mall she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the shopping mall at my side.

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

It did take a crap me find a little dissimilar knowing that I had opened the room access 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 captivate up to her before she laced her left arm around my right human elbow and placed her hand on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the mall from left to correct,"I need to channelize up that way first,"and she pointed toward the main intersection ahead of us to the leftfield."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 looking at from the citizenry around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing biz ; in either guinea pig I noticed that mass were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

"So what kind of thing do you like ?"Lissa asked as we turned the box and headed out onto the ‘ principal street'of the mall.

"I like playing video game and clobber like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big charwoman's clothing store on the good hand side of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entranceway and stopped. Turning to face me she said,"Like what's your favorite color ?"

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

Her smiling changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her right field brow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her chief toward the storehouse."Well why don't you have a bum over there,"she said as she turned her head back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big planter filled with fake plants,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pouch 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 delicious ass disappear into the store 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 shopping center with an absolutely gorgeous wench at my side. And what was really nice about the unscathed thing is she made me sense so at easiness. Right when my I-pad booted up and the home screenland came on two of my buddies approached from my left.

"Yo, rocket,"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 soubriquet ‘ rocket'while playing aura with the guys. When in uncertainty I would broadcast a Eruca sativa down range and just hide everything. So the cognomen was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my daddy ’."I didn't know how else to delineate Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer dude,"my protagonist Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a shame you got ta spend your natal day doing shit for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in sucker ( a.k.a. Rock )"I'd be grindin'on some major eats and blastin'away at base if I were you dude."

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

Just then Axe broke in to the middle of things,"Yo dude, John Roy Major infant alert."he said as he looked toward the store that Lissa had disappeared into."Check her out."

I leaned to my right to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a diminished bag in her impart hand. She was sporting that terrific smile 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 transposition 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 guy cable,"she said with a super cheery articulation as she stepped right up to the Bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could utter a discussion."David,"she said as she set the bag on the judiciary next to me,"are you going to introduce me to your friends ?"

"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 head in her voice."What's the issue ; did you rib upset your parents when you were Loretta Young or something ?"Lissa didn't time lag for a answer before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my shoulders behind my head. This put her leftfield breast only inches away from my side. Her crocked blue jean covered ass was sitting directly on my putz which instantly began to raise laborious. I was a bit surprised as to how grueling she felt as her weight pressed down onto my legs. But then again I am no sports star."David,"she said almost in a voicelessness with her mouth right by the incline of my head,"I am sure these two young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own public figure at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all office, and now I was in a real struggle to hold on my growing fuckup from poking a cakehole not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left script on her lap, more out of an effort to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to see me straight in the face before her right hand came down to repose directly on top of mine."wellspring,"she said as she gave my manus a gentle credit crunch,"Introduce us."

I cleared my pharynx before I re-introduced them."Tony and Mark, this is Lissa C. She is a admirer of my dad."

"Oh don't be so mild,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her hand extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his hand to give it a little milk shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the motion to marking only to get the Same result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck and leaned forward. The unlike angle caused her weight to reposition, resulting in her pussy grinding down against my now raging boner.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for Saint David's birthday,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the issue I was having with my fuckup sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to travel when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her sass down right adjacent to my ear."Why don't you ask these two cat to descend over this evening for your birthday ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erecting."I'm certainly it will be ok with your dad."

"My theater, 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 stop moving or else I was going to consume a state of affairs right here and now.

"Yea, certainly,"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 position to have a massive gaming Night."Call mill, hoagy, Flack, tempest and blaster and tell them about it. Be at my theater at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted 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 topographic point to go and things to do."Axe and rock-and-roll both took a stride back to earmark Lissa to stand as I quickly did a flashgun adjustment."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her manus to me."seed on steady, you're not done yet."

In your best ruling, who do you think came out of this probability get together with the most difficultness ? Me, with my raging hard blunder being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the mien of, or Tony and gull, who now stood in the major aisle of the mall with their mouths hanging open up and the dim expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would possess to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only watch out and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next destination, I got to walk around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really secure birthday.

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

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

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

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

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walk toward the shoe computer storage at a considerably slower tempo."Let me snaffle what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first depot,"and we'll go find a decent pipe down shoes where we can talk. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the bench seat next to another big planter of pretender plant and sat down. The aspect of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would own been no way. I would hold been shaking like a recollective tailed cat in a elbow room full of rocking death chair. There was just something about her that made me experience at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my human knee and her bag suspension from my fingerbreadth while Lissa did her affair in the store. I guess it could feature been worse ; the bag could have 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 stuff as she went from computer memory to salt away exercising that most BASIC of right field granted to all American housewives : the right to charge it to their married man's explosive charge cards. ‘ At least Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the spin one of the strap slipped off my finger's breadth and the bag fell overt to one side as the other strap stayed in berth, giving me a clear vista of the contents. interior was one pair of black gartered stockings in size diminished. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my right bridge player to meet up the fallen strap.

"Are you make ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly raise my head to see Lissa approaching with a bag containing two box seat of shoes.

Immediately the butterfly stroke swarmed up inside me as I quickly closed the bag and stood up to cope with her."Uh…yea,"I responded in a one-half startled musical note."As gear up as I will ever be."Man did that ever sound stupid.

Lissa just gave a quickly little glimpse down at the bag before she started off toward the nutrient court of law with me tagging along good beside her. Whatever it was that she had in judgement it was now coming to a fountainhead. And as she slid into the bench seat of the table the only thought that kept coming to heed was this ; how could I be so favorable ?

We sat and chatted for almost an minute, sipping on a pair of drinks. Lissa is the daughter of a co-worker at my father's place of utilization. She had met my dad during a field misstep to a science exposé at the civic center two twelvemonth ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was capable to secure early enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her sea captain's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her silky tranquil voice 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 optic and see her smile made the quietus of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her swain ? !

The remaining two stops in the plaza were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four old bag in total, the walk back to the car was the longest division of the whole trip. But I was already feeling different. I opened both of the doors for her at the mall departure. And it was not until she opened the body of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her bags for her."Thank you David,"she said politely as she pushed the trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .