As she worked, her foot caressed my legs. I was wearing shorts then and her foot was so smooth that I couldn’t help but be pleased. Well, more than pleased. Since my hand is hidden from view, in case Peter comes in, I grabbed her butt and squeezed it lightly. My hand was full and I love how soft and fluffy her butt feels against my hand. She was wearing a skirt then and I took a chance, reached under it and caressed her thighs. She must have loved the way I was touching her there because she grinded her hips ever so slowly as I did my business.
Her thighs are so smooth and creamy. My hands can seem to stop touching them. While she move, I can smell her cologne-something that reminds me of lush green meadows-fresh, clean, yet edgy. Mingled with her womanly aroma, it becomes even more intoxicating. I rubbed my forefinger on the front of her panty, which is so wet. God, is she always this wet?
I continued to rub her gently as she continued to squeeze the lemons. She can hardly concentrate from what I can see. She sighed softly as I teased her and lightly inserted my finger inside the leg band. She quickly finished what she was doing and patted my hand. “Later.”, she mouthed.
Good thing she did that because Peter came rushing in the kitchen looking for her. He was crying. “Oh, what happened, pal?” I asked. “There was a monster on my TV!” I tried to hard not to laugh. He rushed towards Nancy and held her waist. “Oh Nancy, he looked awful! I was sooo scared!” Nancy ruffled his hair and gave him a glass of lemonade. “Here, drink this. I promise when we go up, he’d be gone.”
He looked at her expectantly. “Really Nancy?”
“Yeah, really.” I shook my head to that. How come my babysitters when I was a kid weren’t nice like her? I thought bitterly.
I stretched my body then stopped suddenly as I felt the impact of my erection. I hurried upstairs to my room. This is so embarrassing. I thought about her all afternoon. That was the first time a woman had that effect on me. She’s a paradox-pretty much demure and coy, but has a certain undeniable boldness to her. She’s very much addictive.
That night, Peter slept quite early. I went downstairs to get something to eat. It was past 9 and Nancy was to stay till mom gets home-which was tomorrow morning according to her recent text. I saw her seated at a couch, reading some books. “Your pet ran out of batteries?”
She looked up and smiled. “Yeah.”
I looked at the books stacked beside her. There were some Sidney Sheldon books, Archie comics, and a couple of tattered ones I can barely recognize. “I didn’t know you’re a bookworm.”
“I don’t consider myself one. I just read so I won’t fall asleep.” She said.
I held her and whispered in her ear. “Come up with me upstairs.”
She nodded. “You may bring your books if you want to.” I added. “Although I can’t promise you’ll have a minute to even read them.”
“Fair enough.” She said as she gave me a light peck on the cheek. I helped her carry the books and led her upstairs at the end of the hall where my room was. My room was not so much of a mess as I spend some time cleaning before I invited her in.
She allowed herself become adjusted to the lighting in my room and sat on one of my bean bags. I closed the door and when I turned to face her, she was looking at me oddly and was flicking her hair. I swallowed hard. She crossed her legs and smiled at smiled at me as she motioned me to sit beside her. I sat nervously beside her and looked at her bare face. She was breathtakingly beautiful up close-it was a torture trying to restrain myself from touching her. She started removing her blouse when I stopped her to hold her hand. I kissed her then, wanting to have a taste of her mouth again. Since she’ll be staying the entire night, I hate to be rushed. Her mouth tasted like cherry candy-fruity and sweet and I remembered the cherry candy tarts near her books. She’s made even more delicious.
I kneeled in front of her and kissed her, my hand settled on her waist. I loved all the sounds she made as my tongue plunged inside her warm mouth. I can feel her getting all warmed up and I sigh as my tongue played with hers. I removed her blouse and started licking her neck, all the way to her bra-clad breasts. Her tits were huge and soft, looking full in her white bra. I kissed them fondly and she sighed as my nose made its way to the valley between the fullness. She smelled so good and warm that I found it hard to stay away from her cleavage. Her breasts felt heavy and very full, loving the way they feel on my hands. I held her even more tightly and kissed her lips again, ruffling and sniffing her hair as I did so. Her hands were on my back, caressing me curiously and a bit tentatively as she responds to my kiss. There was a hint of innocence with her every move, underlining the fact that she was still a little bit inexperienced. For me, it was a major turn on. She sucked on my tongue lightly and led my hands to hold her breasts even more. She sighed as I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders and cup her tits with my hands. I lightly rubbed my thumb against her nipples and she sighed even more.