kinda rise out of him in quite some time.
He tried telling himself for about the third time since she ran into him on that sidewalk, that maybe he should leave her alone. Maybe she wasn’t strong enough after her ordeal to deal with what it was that he wanted from her. She’d got his attention, awakened the beast, but could she really handle him? Or should he go looking elsewhere?
The place didn’t really have much to offer in way of female companionship, not of the love ‘em and leave ‘em variety anyway. That was another reason why he should’ve been gone from here weeks ago. His dick needed to be fed.
But his hardheaded grandpa refused to budge, and he refused to leave his childhood hero here alone with no family and no one to look after him. And until yesterday when she’d walked into him he hadn’t seen anything to really hold his interest.
He’d seen her coming down the sidewalk after he’d crossed the street to chat with Ms. Thompson. The old lady liked daily updates on her friend and he’d gotten into the habit of reporting to her every morning before going about his day. It was the funniest thing, because he wasn’t in the habit of answering to anyone. But the old woman didn’t exactly leave room for discussion.
He’d seen the shine of her hair in the early morning sun and had found it hard to drag his eyes away. With just a wave to Lucille, he’d headed up the sidewalk in her direction. He couldn’t wait to find out if the face did that amazing hair justice.
When she’d closed her eyes he didn’t know what to think and when she’d walked right into him, it felt like providence. It was her tits, not some bullshit love at first sight romantic drivel. Those soft cushions had pressed into him and made his dick hard as a fucking pike before he’d steadied her with his hands.
Soft, he could still remember the feel of her skin under his hands and that scent on her. Damn! He’d had a flashback to high school and cheerleaders and all the shit that had made his teen years the joy they had been.
Her reaction to his meat trying to bust out of his jeans didn’t help matters either. Kyle knew real hunger when he saw it and the lady was starving. No wonder she’d whetted his appetite after such a long dry spell. Of course that was before he’d heard her life story, or the bare bones of it from Ms. T.
Now he was in her kitchen after tossing, and turning all night worrying about her. He kept crowding her in the kitchen after he talked her into making breakfast with him after their first cup of coffee. His dick appreciated the fact that her nipples stayed hard and she had goose bumps up and down her arms.
He took every opportunity to touch her in some way with everything but his hands, keeping her on the edge. When his dick threatened to mutiny if he didn’t get some action soon, he figured it was best to get out of the confined space. But he wasn’t ready to leave her. “When we’re done here, I’m taking you for a ride, you need to get out some.”
She opened her mouth to give him some half-ass excuse but he was ready. “It’s either that or I stay here all day and I’m not sure I can promise to keep my hands off of you that long. So unless you’re ready for that, I suggest you throw on some jeans after we eat and let’s go. You can leave the top.”
“Are you nuts? I can’t go outside like this.” She looked down at herself where her tits were now a little more prominent than they were a few seconds ago, before wrapping her arms around them.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to her omelet in the pan. “Get the toast would you?”
Just for kicks, he looked back at her. “Yeah maybe you shouldn’t wear it outside.” And his reasons for telling her that shit didn’t even bear looking too hard at. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else seeing her like that. Since the fuck when?
***
She wanted to grab something to wrap around her shoulders but felt
He tried telling himself for about the third time since she ran into him on that sidewalk, that maybe he should leave her alone. Maybe she wasn’t strong enough after her ordeal to deal with what it was that he wanted from her. She’d got his attention, awakened the beast, but could she really handle him? Or should he go looking elsewhere?
The place didn’t really have much to offer in way of female companionship, not of the love ‘em and leave ‘em variety anyway. That was another reason why he should’ve been gone from here weeks ago. His dick needed to be fed.
But his hardheaded grandpa refused to budge, and he refused to leave his childhood hero here alone with no family and no one to look after him. And until yesterday when she’d walked into him he hadn’t seen anything to really hold his interest.
He’d seen her coming down the sidewalk after he’d crossed the street to chat with Ms. Thompson. The old lady liked daily updates on her friend and he’d gotten into the habit of reporting to her every morning before going about his day. It was the funniest thing, because he wasn’t in the habit of answering to anyone. But the old woman didn’t exactly leave room for discussion.
He’d seen the shine of her hair in the early morning sun and had found it hard to drag his eyes away. With just a wave to Lucille, he’d headed up the sidewalk in her direction. He couldn’t wait to find out if the face did that amazing hair justice.
When she’d closed her eyes he didn’t know what to think and when she’d walked right into him, it felt like providence. It was her tits, not some bullshit love at first sight romantic drivel. Those soft cushions had pressed into him and made his dick hard as a fucking pike before he’d steadied her with his hands.
Soft, he could still remember the feel of her skin under his hands and that scent on her. Damn! He’d had a flashback to high school and cheerleaders and all the shit that had made his teen years the joy they had been.
Her reaction to his meat trying to bust out of his jeans didn’t help matters either. Kyle knew real hunger when he saw it and the lady was starving. No wonder she’d whetted his appetite after such a long dry spell. Of course that was before he’d heard her life story, or the bare bones of it from Ms. T.
Now he was in her kitchen after tossing, and turning all night worrying about her. He kept crowding her in the kitchen after he talked her into making breakfast with him after their first cup of coffee. His dick appreciated the fact that her nipples stayed hard and she had goose bumps up and down her arms.
He took every opportunity to touch her in some way with everything but his hands, keeping her on the edge. When his dick threatened to mutiny if he didn’t get some action soon, he figured it was best to get out of the confined space. But he wasn’t ready to leave her. “When we’re done here, I’m taking you for a ride, you need to get out some.”
She opened her mouth to give him some half-ass excuse but he was ready. “It’s either that or I stay here all day and I’m not sure I can promise to keep my hands off of you that long. So unless you’re ready for that, I suggest you throw on some jeans after we eat and let’s go. You can leave the top.”
“Are you nuts? I can’t go outside like this.” She looked down at herself where her tits were now a little more prominent than they were a few seconds ago, before wrapping her arms around them.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to her omelet in the pan. “Get the toast would you?”
Just for kicks, he looked back at her. “Yeah maybe you shouldn’t wear it outside.” And his reasons for telling her that shit didn’t even bear looking too hard at. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else seeing her like that. Since the fuck when?
***
She wanted to grab something to wrap around her shoulders but felt
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