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



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

Here is a lilliputian bit about me. My name is David and I am 18 twelvemonth old. I was the poster child for your techno eccentric person society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with full-strength brown hairsbreadth that I like to keep a footling bit long and I have deep blue eyes. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really concern myself with. As long as my flip work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big house in a gated community. Mom left us a few twelvemonth ago saying that she needed something Thomas More than what dad had to bid, so she ran off with her fittingness flight simulator and is now out in California. Dad is an executive with a Brobdingnagian electronics company that makes all of the squeamish electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the latest coevals device almost a twelvemonth before they hit the open market. X-Box, free rein Station, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga systems I have always had the newest and best gameing systems that were available. My ally love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and quiet I have sitting in the family by myself. I love getting to play nimbus or some other game without all of the interruption that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the spook. All the plot I could ever want along with the high speed internet for multi-player games, and a big theatre with my own rooms to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my ideas of the"sweet lifetime"came to a sudden turn in the route on the day of my 18th natal day. What happened then has changed my life.

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

birthday are supposed to be a yard day. You're supposed to awaken up in the aurora and determine your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious smells draw you out of your restful sleep. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the live on few class. I woke to the familiar sights and auditory sensation of my room and an void star sign. But what should I take in 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 more than than two old age now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my 24-hour interval started this way, so why should my natal day be any different ?

The floor was a little cold as my publicise infantry came to rest on the Italian marble, but the mundane trip to the bath was essential to first draw out one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite cartridge holder in the second draftsman of the bathroom self-love so my resource did not have to work too hard. A few flips of the pages and a hour or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my load into the sewer. It was reliever, but not satisfying. I longed for a veridical girlfriend, or at least a girl with a somewhat casual position about sex. In either sheath it was not very probable to happen. My world usually rested in the palm tree of my hired man. 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 kind of made me think that I was walking through the practical humanity of a castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the household there could have been an elephant standing in the sustenance room and I probably would not receive seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a unknown olfactory sensation caught my attention. intellectual nourishment ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw pearl to the floor. Standing in front end of the stove, with her back to me, was this untested blond girlfriend with the most sodding ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a lily-white T-shirt, an proscenium and blue air denim shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waistline accentuated the smooth plumpness of her rosehip and shoulders making her look to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot form. When my PSP slipped out of my deal and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the forepart looked even secure than the back !

The kickoff thing I noticed were those bright green eyes on the emasculated face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 eld old and about 5 feet 5 column inch tall. Her face was overnice and round but it definitely reflected that she was lean and prune. Her oral cavity was a niggling small-scale, but it quickly turned to the courteous smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small-scale round breasts hiding under her forestage. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel Captain Natalie Wood begin to stand at attention.

"good first light sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a tone in my direction."felicitous birthday."

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

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

holy place shit is she gorgeous ! My heart instantly began pounding at a million Roman mile per hour as I looked at her in mental rejection. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the inviolable ravisher that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the hold up innovation of my ultimate fantasy missy with her blonde hairsbreadth pulled back into one big ponytail, fleeceable centre, slim acrobatic figure of speech and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the welkin. spill the beans about a natal day !

She spun back around and gave me a quick spirit 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 little bit of a fray to her brow as her left hand come up to rest on her hip.

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

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

"What for ?"I asked as she stepped across the kitchen and set the home base down on the rejoinder in forepart of the outset bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a incommode flavor on her face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a crotch next to the plate,"not much in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the fuck was she talking about ! This was my house ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an instant. Just who in the hell does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an instant before she turned to get a drinking glass from the cupboard. I could not enjoin if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of orange juice sat next to the scale. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

"Come on,"she said as she turned to the stove to start cleaning up,"Eat before your food gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't know how to respond to this adult female who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar potty. The fragrance coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over easy with 4 flight strip of Sir Francis Bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with toast and orange tree juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big grin before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

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

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

The pleasant-tasting smell coming up from my shell was starting to get to me in a big way, making my venter growl as a reminder 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 eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food with an almost heedless unconstraint, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a thing of seconds I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good thing you weren't very athirst,"she said as she reached across the return and picked up my virtually spotless plate,"I was afraid I was going to have another dishful to wash."She held the plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice smile on her look.

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 shit, could she ever cook ! I set my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to answer your doubt I am here as a invitee of your father."she responded while scrubbing the plate and then methamphetamine in the sink.

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

When she spun around the nice grin was not on her brass, having been replaced by a rather life-threatening but still casual look."No, I am not a maidservant,"she answered as she reached behind her waistline and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the proscenium off those beautiful breasts came into full-of-the-moon prospect, standing out proudly from her chest of drawers with just the little tip of her nipples standing out under the Andrew D. White cotton plant of her T-shirt."Your father was nice enough to let me stay on here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the proscenium before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some manners,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the turning point, just before she stepped out of survey, she said the last maddening thing that dawning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the screwing did this footling fille think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen ! To give this little prissy severalise me that I didn't have any fucking manners when she was clearly in the wrong was unbelievable !

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

Pounding on the touch modality pad I called my dad's position."hullo, this is the office staff of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I aim your call ?"

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

"Just a instant,"she said just before the line switched to some really shitty elevator music.

I was really going to give way my dad an ear fully, I thought to myself while I waited for him to pick up the phone. The fact that some strange girl had just insulted me in my own house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a node and the whole affair just reeked of a bad set of circumstances set into apparent motion by a bad determination. I was going to get this taken care of in brusk parliamentary procedure and set affair right.

"St. David,"my dad's voice suddenly sounded out as the elevator music abruptly stopped."What's the problem ?"He actually sounded a bit concerned.

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

"Oh…"he responded quickly, not giving me a chance 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 exasperated response echoed in the vacuum of my way,"she just told me I didn't have any manner !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could find out him pounding away on his keyboard in the setting as he spoke to me."And what happened to make her say this ?"he asked as his end of the earpiece 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 food,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

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

There was a interruption 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 father's question,"really good."

"I see,"my father answered as the typing in the background stopped."Did you narrate her thank you ?"

"No,"I responded in exasperation,"I thought she was a new maid."

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a little tip over."Didn't she tell you who she was when you first saw her ?"

I thought for a here and now before I spoke again."Well…yea…she did say that she was a invitee here at the house."

"Uh hmm,"my father replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really commodity breakfast ’, to use your own Word of God, 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 Fatherhood continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered yard,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit upset with you. Whether she was a maid or not that was rude on your part…"

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

"But you are mightily,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another abrupt freeze,"she should not have said that out loudly. I will have 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 lag,"my male parent stated with a rather dear amount of sternness to his voice,"You go and tell that young lady thank you for the meal. Do you show me ?"

I could tell that my Padre was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The finally time he spoke to me like that was when I used the citation card to buy $ 600 worth of detritus solid food and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gaming night here with my friend. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a hebdomad. So I knew my Father was not kidding around with his postulation. I also know that he will check with Lissa to micturate sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of bragging on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"Good man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few job to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a squeamish young lady."And with that said my father 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 thank her for the breakfast I did not even ask for. What else was going to happen on my natal day ?

I tossed my earpiece onto my bed and headed out into the house looking for Lissa. Knowing my portion she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to realize the home of crow I had to eat penchant really bad and I did not bet forward to this at all. I looked into the two Edgar Albert Guest way we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also empty leaving only the reading room and the aliveness way to contain our new client. As I walked past the breezeway to the living room I spotted an arm hanging over the face of one of the sun dillydallier out by the pool. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the syndicate deck in the bright sun began to unveil a good deal that any 18 year old young man just absolutely dreams of. wooden leg ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scraggy drum control stick, I am talking about some flower time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly Delicious stems that improved Sir Thomas More and more the farther around to the position I walked ! Immediately I could feel my heart and soul start thumping harder in my dresser as more and Thomas More of her athletic cast was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knee joint and silky unruffled looking thigh were adjacent to issue forth into thought as my approach unveiled Thomas More and more of her like a woman doing a dense strip tease. When her hip came into view and the smart yellow string of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown tone of her tan waist, I thought my heart was going to vamoose beats. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious body came in to see, revealing those fab B sized pap cupped under the matching top of her pearlescent white-livered two piece bikini. Instantly my dick went from semi difficult to titanium blade. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her chair by her ft. I was really hoping she would not notice the huge bulge I now had in my pant while I stood and waited for her reply.

She opened her left eye and raised her hand up to harbor her face before she made any kind of response."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a stage in figurehead of a chiliad people as I looked down at the scantily clad peach 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 moment before a very pleasant grin came across her face. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft silky voice of hers that seemed to feed like cream out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dream or something as my regard slowly ran down over her oil slickened body, drinking in the beautiful muckle of this very athletically fit girlfriend. Her smooth round breasts appeared business firm and attentive as the faint outline of her teat came into view. Her stomach was toned and flat revealing the telltale foretoken of a well-cared for six pack. The Gallic cut of her bikini tail end left only a few options for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing cartoon strip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either shell I had the prompt desire to recover out if the chance ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be loyal. I don't think she has an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clean her pharynx that I realized that she had raised her head and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her howling eubstance."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy grin on her face.

Instantly I felt my look get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my eyes back up to look at her cheek again. She was smiling pretty big now and her center cut down toward my shank once before her grinning got even bigger and her nipples stood up really hard.

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

I instinctively looked down to see that my boner was sticking straight out making a very noticeable tent in my pajama can. There was absolutely no way to hide out it."Oh my god !"I gasped in obstruct aggravation as I tried to continue my raging boner with my hands while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a good look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging open."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's well-fixed for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one agile move I jammed my hired hand down into my pajama bottoms and straightened out the ‘ site'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 slope. Her legs were propagate encompassing apart causing her crotch to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her boob with her rock toilsome teat to bear out notably.

"You're right,"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 kind. I could enjoin she was a very entitle person. My dead reckoning is that she had not so a great deal as killed a single fly in her entirely liveliness. Her whole behavior was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful gullible eyes I felt all of my anger and embarrassment disappearance away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to chance 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 quick glance down at my pratfall,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a thoroughgoing 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 door 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 embarrassing situation I had ever been in during my whole life sentence ! She would just cause to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My middle was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would have the chance to recover from the trial by ordeal at the consortium. But man, WHAT A BODY ! ! There was no motive for my favorite cartridge holder this time. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my billet for some heartbeat rest as my hand wrapped around my ace hard heart and soul. Just the one clear store of her sitting with her leg overspread wide apart and I was launching a full load into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the cap with my PSP prevarication on my chest. All I could see were those smart white teeth showing at me through that grand smile while those green 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 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 blonde beauty lying out beside my pool when I heard the weewee turn of events on in the business firm. We might live in a three and a half million dollar mark dwelling house, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the planetary house this one pipe in my toilet clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and vex my top dog out my door and into the student residence to have a listen. It sounded like there was some interference coming from the guest chamber immediately to my right where the room access was just slightly candid. Lissa must be staying in that way. I opened my door and took the few whole tone necessary to step over to the open door. As I approached the heart-to-heart door the audio of the exhibitor running in the guest bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the doorway when it suddenly swung clear 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 borrow yours ?"

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my foundation were glued to the floor and my whole body weighed thousands of Ezra Loomis Pound as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very detectable olfactory modality of coconut meat drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational thinking process that I might have had while replacing them with vision of screwing this gorgeous girlfriend's brains out on some tropic beach.

"David,"her voice suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the moment. She was readjusting the rapier of her towel by her depart boob and twisting her animal foot back and forth a little 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-bodied to get out before I stepped to the English and gestured toward my unfastened bedchamber door with my hand.

She gave a quick look to her leave behind before her eyes came back up to suffer mine. With a lilliputian smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my surface door in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real shithead. ‘ What in the fuck is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the matter ? Can't you think any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough heartbeat down when I suddenly remembered that my pet magazine was on my bathroom replication !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that powder store on my parry top and freak out in a vast 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 worse is that she would tell my begetter ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the magazine. But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record account book. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the thigh-slapper. But zero happened. I did not pick up a sound, and Lissa did not come back in good order away either. I had to acknowledge. I had to feel out what was happening as I took a few pace over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my return in my bathroom with the magazine open to one of the pages. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. anathemise it, her back was turned toward me ! Her capitulum moved back and forth between looking at the powder magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the magazine. 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 terminal Thomas Nelson Page she reset the magazine back to the side it was in before she came in to the lav and grabbed up the shampoo feeding 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 chamber door 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 room. 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 right shoulder."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one step to melt through her threshold.

My mettle 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 powder magazine was right where I had left it, wide out in the receptive on the top of my rejoinder. But there was also a pen sitting right-hand next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one especial Thomas Nelson Page the mannikin is sitting on a sofa wearing only black high bounder, fatal gartered thigh high up stockings and a bow tie. She has her stage spread wide candid and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sulphurous look on her cheek. Written in pen in the lower good deal corner of the page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few more pages was a unlike model wearing a blackened wearing apparel on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a table while setting out some vino glasses with her ass pointed at the photographic camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to show her au naturel snatch between her spread stage while her breasts hung out from her top over the table. Her hard nipples are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far side of the table while she looked back at you over her justly shoulder. She had a nice smile on her face, standardised to Lissa's, but the definite look of a woman wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom corner of this page it said,"black frock ”. If I had thought that my nitty-gritty had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few Page later in the Saami pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the wine-coloured bottle. In the nates corner of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My hands started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my grownup 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 next pictorial to come up her cursive script written material on my favorite picture of the whole book. It's a picture of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge hot seat with her legs fan out wide apart. Her wooden leg are bent at the hip bringing her knees up near her chest but her elbows are keeping them spread wide open to ply maximum pic to her fair sex. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands inserted knuckle oceanic abyss into her twat and she is pulling it wide open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The woman looks to be very horny in that her teat are standing up at total attention and the tone on her fount is one of obvious wanton lust. In the bottom corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to turn over through a few more of the Sir Frederick Handley Page I heard the pipe clank in the wall, indicating that Lissa had turned the urine off in her elbow room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its warehousing place. Once was enough. I definitely did not require to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a post brass down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The added distraction might just avail me forget about the first light case and make for back the signified of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean out of my day. I must have played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's air-sleeve dress feet appear just in the top of my purview. Looking up made me forget completely about the biz I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous mannikin in front of me. She was wearing a semi loose brace of Matthew's that had numerous kettle of fish in the thighs, making her bronze hide underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug fitting ashen T-shirt which she had tied just below her breast, leaving her wet mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her semi unvoiced mammilla pointing the way.

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

She smelled fantastic !"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 breast. Seeing her nipple standing up she rolled her weapon in together toward her social movement, making her breasts stand up even more before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her shoulder from side to side a bit.

I was beginning to have another issue with Captain Sir Henry Wood as I looked up at her smiling face. I swallowed toilsome before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a grinning before she spun around and started toward my door. Her yearn blond hair's-breadth came to rest down the midriff of her back as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out forepart in five minutes,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this female child this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very commencement case, I have wanted to jump on her and try to fuck a kettle of fish all the way through her consistency and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would feel like to induce my hard putz stuffed all the way into this female child, with my clump slammed against her ass and the caput of my cock delving into the thick places of this hot little yummy while a live load of ammunition readied for a blast through a welcoming refutation. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to make love her like a play a toy from the mo I laid center on her.

quint minutes later I stepped out onto the front steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue sky BMW Z4 transformable 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 locomotive engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather crappy, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot biddy ! How could it get any skillful ! I raced around to the rider's slope and just jumped in over the door, landing in the fundament 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 luck to answer her before the car launched from the front of the house with squealing tyre and the loud holloa of the locomotive."burning bush !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the pitcher's mound toward our main gate at a breakneck f number. Pressing the remote button in the center console the wakeless branding iron gate at the entranceway to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"Hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the accelerator, propelling us at incredible speed toward the boring 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 sea mile per hour. I would swan that my side persuasion mirror lost all of the paint on its exterior edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the primary entrance of the locality. I might have had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the rest of the way to the mall Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speed legal philosophy and traffic rule. When we got to the mall she hit the permutation and put the top up before walking in to the shopping mall at my side.

"I just bed coming to the mall,"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 insert first,"that was very polite of you."

It did make me finger a little different knowing that I had opened the doorway for her. I can't really excuse what it is but it just made me find different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to catch up to her before she laced her left arm around my right cubital joint and placed her hand on my forearm. Now I did find different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the mall from left to right,"I need to head up that way first,"and she pointed toward the chief crossway ahead of us to the left."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 face from the people around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing games ; in either suit I noticed that masses were looking my way while I walked with this hot miss hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing video games and stuff like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big women's clothing storehouse on the right script face of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entree and stopped. Turning to look me she said,"Like what's your best-loved color ?"

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

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

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking mistrust that this was going to take Sir Thomas More than just a few instant. As I sat down on the judiciary I watched her yummy 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 bird at my position. And what was really prissy about the whole thing is she made me feel so at relief. Right when my I-pad booted up and the dwelling house screen 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 nickname ‘ projectile'while playing aureole with the guys. When in incertitude I would send a projectile down cooking stove and just obliterate everything. So the cognomen was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a Friend of my dads ’."I didn't know how else to line Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer buster,"my acquaintance Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a pity you got ta spend your birthday doing shit for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in Mark ( a.k.a. Rock )"I'd be grindin'on some John R. Major eats and blastin'away at plate if I were you dude."

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

Just then Axe broke in to the center of things,"Yo dude, major babe alert."he said as he looked toward the store that Lissa had disappeared into."check mark her out."

I leaned to my right field to see Lissa emerging from the storage carrying a humble bag in her allow hand. She was sporting that terrific smile and heading heterosexual person for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to look at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the electrical switch 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 guys,"she said with a super cheery voice as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face up them. Neither one of them could let out a Scripture."David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to innovate me to your acquaintance ?"

"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 notable bit of interrogation in her articulation."What's the matter ; did you poke fun upset your parents when you were Edward Young or something ?"Lissa didn't waiting for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my shoulders behind my headland. This put her left hand knocker only inches away from my boldness. Her tight dungaree covered ass was sitting directly on my dick which instantly began to arise surd. I was a bit surprise as to how grievous she felt as her weight pressed down onto my legs. But then again I am no summercater star."David,"she said almost in a whispering with her oral cavity right by the English of my head,"I am for sure these two young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own name at this point. Lissa had sat down in the rack up of all office, and now I was in a tangible struggle to continue my growing bloomer from poking a hole not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left handwriting on her lap, more out of an attempt to get her to motivate than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her question around to look me straight in the side before her mightily hand came down to lie directly on top of mine."well,"she said as she gave my paw a gentle credit crunch,"Introduce us."

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

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

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

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the same result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck opening and leaned forward. The unlike angle caused her weight to change, resulting in her pussy grinding down against my now raging botch.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a niggling as she said this, only compounding the issue I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her mouth down right adjacent to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guys to come over this evening for your birthday ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erection."I'm sure it will be ok with your dad."

"My business firm, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right hired man up and placed it on her hip. I had to do something to get her to break moving or else I was going to receive a site right here and now.

"Yea, sure,"they both responded, almost in unison."That'd be cool."

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to come up as well,"I said as I looked on the post to have a monolithic gaming night."Call Grinder, submarine sandwich, Flack, Storm and chargeman and secern them about it. Be at my star sign at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a far-famed bit of ebullience in her voice."So if you guys will pardon us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more station to go and things to do."Axe and Rock both took a step back to allow Lissa to stand as I quickly did a split second adjustment."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hand to me."semen on steady, you're not done yet."

In your advantageously impression, who do you opine came out of this chance coming together with the most trouble ? Me, with my raging gruelling boner being pressed up in to the most celestial physical structure I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and score, who now stood in the major aisle of the shopping center with their mouths hanging opened and the dumb verbalism on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to pay this one a tie. But as to where they could only catch and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next destination, I got to walk around out in world with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really good birthday.

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

"Oh no,"I quickly responded as our counsel aimed us toward a very nice shoe memory board."I wasn't embarrassed ; I just didn't know what to tell the guys."

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in battlefront of her."I guess that is a trouble for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous Green River heart."I mean you don't really do it me that well and it is the foremost fourth dimension we have gone anywhere, right ?"

"That's right,"I said as the ease of the shopping center just seemed to disappear.

"I'll recite you what,"she said as we resumed our manner of walking toward the shoe depot at a considerably slow pace."Let me snap up what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first store,"and we'll go find a overnice quiet place where we can talk. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the bench nates next to another big planter of fake industrial plant and sat down. The prospect of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would receive been no way. I would have been shaking like a long tailed cat in a way to the full of rocking chairwoman. There was just something about her that made me feel at relief, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbow resting on my knees and her bag hanging from my finger while Lissa did her affair in the entrepot. I guess it could birth been worse ; the bag could birth weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would hire me shopping with her. I would thread up carrying all of her stuff and nonsense as she went from store to store exercising that most basic of rights granted to all American housewives : the right hand to charge it to their husband's guardianship cards. ‘ At least Lissa shopped wanton'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the tailspin one of the strap slipped off my digit and the bag fell open to one side as the other strap stayed in seat, giving me a exonerated view of the contents. interior was one pair of opprobrious gartered stockings in size of it small. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my justly hand to gather up the fallen strap.

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

Immediately the butterflies swarmed up inside me as I quickly closed the bag and stood up to meet her."Uh…yea,"I responded in a half startled tone."As ready as I will ever be."Man did that ever fathom stupid.

Lissa just gave a promptly petty glimpse down at the bag before she started off toward the food court with me tagging along right beside her. Whatever it was that she had in judgment it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the bench seat of the mesa the only thought that kept coming to heed was this ; how could I be so favorable ?

We sat and chatted for almost an 60 minutes, sipping on a couple of drinks. Lissa is the daughter of a colleague at my father's place of use. She had met my dad during a flying field head trip to a science exposé at the civic center two years ago, and it was by his testimonial that she was capable to batten early enrollment in college. She could already address 3 spoken communication, and was well on her way to her skipper's arcdegree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her sleek fluid voice and pleasant conduct had me completely spell bound. 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 eyes and see her smile made the residuum of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her young man ? !

The remaining two stops in the mall were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four bag in total, the manner of walking back to the car was the longest part of the whole trip. But I was already intuitive feeling different. I opened both of the doorway for her at the mall exit. And it was not until she opened the luggage compartment 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 bole lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .