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 eld 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 class. 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 kind personality and a grinning that would disappear the opposite ice cap. Beautiful red hair down past her articulatio humeri, big big sparkling blueish eyes, and for being so small, she was always complimented on what a great ass she had.

For the side by side two weeks she had the sign to herself. Her parents had left this cockcrow for a second honeymoon in Paris. And for her graduation they had bought her a blade new Corvette which was sitting in the service department at home because she had gotten a ride to school this forenoon with her best Quaker Natalie, who had left early, leaving Ashley to fend for herself. Thus, the reason she was sitting on the school bus, trying to hide out from everyone. Ugh, no one who was anyone rode the bus these days.

A late afternoon thundershower lit up the sky with huge deadbolt of whitening, rain coming down in buckets and of course the bus had dropped her off 2 blocks from habitation. By the meter she stepped on her front line porch she did n't give birth a dry spot on her. Her white silk blouse sticking to her like a second layer of tegument and her short circuit garden pink skirt clinging to every curve of her physical structure. Her red hairsbreadth matted to her facial expression and her make up running everywhere.

'' What a fucking stinking day, she screamed, reaching into her bag for the room access key. Oh, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I left my sleep together keys on the tabular array this good morning when Natalie called and said she would pluck me up. How in the nookie am I going to get in the house ? ``

She ran around the house, yanking wildly at the garage door, kicking and screaming at the cover doorway and trying to push open every window she could reach all the way around the theater. No luck.

The pouring rain was brutal and Ashley was cold, soaked to the bone and madder than hell at herself. She had no former option, 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 sleep with him. Oh yeah, Bob Hanson, that was it.

Bob Hanson was 43, a ego made millionaire, just under 6'tall, 180 #, muscular, ember black hair and embrown center. A self exalt ladies man who never married, but had several charwoman in his sprightliness. He was in his downstairs office going over some business composition and listened to the violent violent storm going on outside when his doorbell rang.

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

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

'' Oh, Mr. Hanson, I locked myself out, tried all the threshold and Windows 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 patois you get in ? Where are your parents ? ``

'' They went to Paris and left me here because they thought I was mature enough to handle it, but stupid me left this first light and left all my keys laying on the kitchen table. Is that mature and responsible for ? look at me, I 'm like a drown rat. ``

Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, able-bodied to see right through her silk blouse, her nipple rock hard and standing up on her diminutive chest like pencil erasers. Her bird clinging to her cunning lilliputian ass like a glove.

grin and trying to control back a chuckle, he lifted her chin, stared into her beautiful heart and said, `` Hey it 'll be okay. We all make mistakes. It 's not the end of the human race. Why do n't we get you out of these wet clothes then try to fancy 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 fifth wheel key. Come on, I 'll get you something to put on while I dry your clothes. okeh ? ``

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

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

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

'' You can use this room to change in. I do n't cause 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 dress and I 'll get them dried for you and you can create that phone phone call. ``

'' 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 wad on the base, then opened the closet doorway, astonished at the beautiful things she found inside. There were XII of negligees, mostly belittled sizes like her. A few dame which she thumbed through looking at the sizes. Four or five blouses which she knew would all fit her. Finally settling on a lilliputian micro miniskirt that fit her body perfectly. Picking up a lose weight beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror covering one whole wall. She could see her hard mammilla through the tenuous blouse and her ass looked damn good in the skirt. Feeling good about herself, despite all her mischance today, she smiled, smoothed her skirt over her tiny ass, yanked on her pap making them just a slight harder. Picking up her wet apparel, then remembering she had no panties on either since her 's were soaked. She took one stopping point flavour in the mirror, smoothed out her wet fuzz just a bit and headed back downstairs where Bob stood patiently waiting for her.

'' Thank you Bob. She handed him the dripping wearing apparel then twirled around. I hope you do n't bear in mind, but this is what I found to bear. ``

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 housecoat. ``

Ashley 's fount turned XV different ghost of red. `` Uh. Um. Really ? ``

'' I 'm just messing with you Ashley. The housecoat 's belong to an old girl, who stops by every few months. Why do n't you call up your parents why I throw your things in the drier. ``

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

She sat on the storey, her legs crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a glimpse of her naked kitty-cat under her very tiny skirt. Feeling his fat tool twitching he turned around, headed into the kitchen and Ashley followed him, plopping down on a stool at the breakfast bar.

'' Mom called my grandmother when I called her. She has a spare key but ca n't piddle 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 friends until grandma comes. So can I Bob ? Would you take care if I stayed here ? If I go to my friends I wo n't stimulate anything here to wear upon, but if I stayed here, well, uh, there are things in that closet upstairs that fit me. ( her face turned crimson )

'' Young madam, I would enjoy the company. Your welcome to stay if you want too. I have 100 of flick on DVD, a wide multifariousness of deglutition, both alcohol and non alcoholic drink, your choice, 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 thing in the loo upstairs. If they look half as secure on you as what your wearing now, then I 'm in for a treat. ``

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

'' Thank you Bob. That 's very nice. I 'll rest. 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, I 'm famished ? '' I 'll Holy Order the pizza and you can go in the den and pick us out a couple of movies you 'd like to watch. Anything special you like to drink untried ma'am ?

'' pizza pie sounds yummy Mr, uh I mean Bob. And to drink, I 'll have what your having if that 's okay. I 'll go look 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 have never met you. Thanks for being so decent to me. It 's going to be insufferable for me to ever pay you back for what you 're doing. ``

whistling to himself Bob dialed and ordered a large core devotee pizza. He was indisputable Ashley would be a meat lover. Very sure. Mixing up a pitcher of margaritas, he poured out 2 big Methedrine and walked back into where Ashley was rummaging through the Brobdingnagian sight of picture he had. Kneeling down and leaning in to hand for some ones he had way in the rear of the cabinet, her skirt rose up and Bob stood mesmerized, staring at her pleasant-tasting, young, very bald slit from prat. His fat putz throbbed.

'' Pizza should be here in thirty transactions he told he ? Have you found anything you might want to see yet ? I know there 's a cluster to go through, but you 'll find something I 'm for certain. I 've already seen something I 'm definitely going to be checking into a small recent 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 have seen her pussycat from behind the way she was bent over. Her mind racing, she had found respective three-base hit XXX movies hidden way in the back. How would she recite him she wanted to see them ? Taking a cryptical 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 tell meat lovers. That 's my best-loved. I 've been a marrow lover as long as I can remember. My Dad and my Uncle Steve are always telling me I can never get enough nitty-gritty. I ca n't avail it, I just get it on devouring gist any way it 's served. That 's not uncanny or anything is it Bob ? ``

'' I 'll just say this Ashley, while you 're here with me I 'll make sure you get all the meat you can handle. Does that sound good to you ? ``

'' That sounds perfect Bob. Thank you very much. '' I found a duet of movies but am not quite sure what the titles mean. This one says, `` teenager lady friend Take It oceanic abyss. '' It sounds like a swimming in the ocean picture or something. And the claim of this one is `` Daddy Does The Driving ''. Huh, I guess he does n't desire his kids driving his car huh Mr., oh I mean right Bob ? ``

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

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

'' And do you cognize what else I think Ashley ? I think I know a sealed young lady who is going to get a very, very good fucking tonight. Do you know who that Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady is Ashley ? ``

'' Uhhhh, Oh I certainly hope I know her. I hope that girl who is going to get her mind 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 flick ? '' There may be something in that up the stairs closet you may like to mistake into. ``

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