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When Annie smiles at my open mouth expression, she gives a 180-degree turn standing three steps up from the bottom to model the dress entirely. Her rear end is displayed like a trophy inside of black satin, and the dress hugs her thighs as it falls to just inches past her firm voluptuous rump. As Annie turns back to face me, I notice an inch split in the bottom seam of the dress. The length of the dress teases with every breath she takes to reveal more of her private area below the waist.
"What do you think, Bobby?" Annie asks as she steps in front of me.
My jaw still rests in my lap, and I'm unable to utter a single word.
"Bobby! Is it bad?"
"No, you're gorgeous," I say finally able to speak.
"Awe, Bobby. You're so sweet. Do you like spaghetti?"
"Yes."
"Want to join me for dinner? I'll cook for you," Annie asks with a smile.
"Shit, yes...I mean absolutely. Can I help cook?"
"You cook? Man of mystery," Annie replies standing in front of me. She tiptoes and we kiss. "I'll be back. I have to change."
As I wait for Annie to return, I decide to let my mother know I will not be home for dinner. It's only right.
Cellphone
screen
(Mom):
"Mom, I'm eating at Annie's tonight.
I'll sneak home before sun up. LOL"
...
"Well, you'll miss my meatloaf,
But I understand. Be safe."
"Thanks, mom. Save me some?"
"I'll try to beat some out your father's hands."
I close my phone and return it to my pocket. When I hear Annie in the kitchen, I stand and make my way towards the sound. As I enter the kitchen, I see Annie changed into the outfit she first wore when we met. I wonder if she knows how sexy it looks on her.
"Smells great, already. You're a great cook."
"Well, thank you, but I only poured the sauce out the jar and added spices."
"Can I do anything to help?" I ask.
"There is wine in the fridge and glasses in the cabinet. Bobby, you ever watch, The Sixth Sense?"
"Yeah, it's a great movie. You?"
"No, and it's on HBO later. Do you want to stay after dinner and watch it with me?"
"Absolutely."
After dinner, we find our timing is perfect. The movie is just starting. About ten minutes into the movie, Annie turns and lays her legs over my lap with her back in the corner of the couch. As my hands rest on her knees, she says, "Now, watch where your hands go young man."
"Yes, ma'am," I reply with a smile. Also, my right-hand replies by moving halfway up her thigh. When she doesn't move my hand, I smile wider inside my head.
About halfway through the movie, I start glancing at Annie. When our eyes make contact, I lean close and kiss her. I repeat this again a little later. This time she complains with a laugh.
"Bobby, we can kiss after the movie. I want to watch," Annie complains with a giggle.
I leave her alone for the most part. My hand does inch a little more up her thigh. By the end of the movie, my fingers are just under her shorts.
Annie keeps to her promise. During our make out, I do make it to second base. My hand rests gently on her immense breast as we continue to kiss. To my pleasure, she allows my hand to stay for a few minutes. Finally touching her heavenly pillow is amazing.
Ten minutes after the movie ends, Annie is able to pull away long enough to say, "I need to get to bed."
"Awe," I complain standing.
At the door, Annie tiptoes and kisses me goodbye. "What time is the cookout tomorrow?" she asks.
"It starts about six, but really gets going around seven. What do you say I pick you up about five?"
"Bobby, I am supposed to meet Steve there tomorrow," Annie reminds me.
"Oh yes, at some point, you can talk to him. See you tomorrow."
"Bobby," Annie calls, but I am heading down her steps not giving her a chance to argue.
Day of the Party
2
E
very summer my parents have a neighborhood cookout. They invite the entire block. Beer and chicken are plentiful at the cookout. The party is to start at six in the afternoon, but people start showing up as early as five. So, I want to guarantee I control Annie's arrival and follow up my promise. I head over to her house a Five O'clock sharp with the keys to the Escalade in my hand.
At this point, guests have been showing up for about ten minutes. 'I believe Steve will be late, but when?' I think standing in front of Annie's door. I ring the bell and lose all thought.
Annie opens the door with a smile on her face and the tight form fitting, low cut, jet black satin dress on her body. The tightness of the dress makes it clear she is not wearing a bra or panties. The satin masterpiece shows off her ample bosom. The dress barely covers her mountainous chest.
I came over with an added excuse. However, seeing Annie in her dress, I lost both my excuse and my voice. All I can do is stare with my eyes and mouth wide open. My nose takes in the smell of her sweet rich perfume. The smell reminds me of a field of roses.
"Ummm. I-I umm hi, Annie," is all I can get out at first. Then, my mind starts to work.
Giggling, Annie replies with a smile, "Hey Bobby. I was just coming over to the party."
"Yeah, and I said I would escort you. The yard can be a dangerous place. Oh, and my mother wants me to ask if you have any folding chairs, she can borrow. She is afraid to run out."
Annie turns her head up to think. It's the opportunity I need to sneak another look. As my eyes move down, I see her blonde hair is in a ponytail. Annie's dress is low cut and the neckline sinks extremely low revealing the Grand Canyon of cleavage. Her rear end is displayed like a trophy inside the black satin, and the dress hugs her thighs as it falls to just inches past her firm voluptuous rump. As Annie turns back to face me, I notice an inch split in the bottom seam of the dress. The length of the dress teases with every breath she takes to reveal more of her private area below the waist.
Annie gave me a tip, a few days ago, for doing her yard work. She gave me a login and password into her website, the secret she is keeping from everyone, except me. Since she is a nude model and has many pictures and movies on her site, I have a photographic memory of Annie's bare breasts. In person, they appear a hundred times spectacular.
Annie's dress is tight and snug to her hips and it shows off her curves perfectly. Her heels are black four-inch stilettos, and the shoes make her legs look long and rear plump and round. If my feeling for Annie was desire, before, now, I know she has to be mine.
Annie turns back to me just as my eyes focus on her chest. I innocently without thinking move my eyes directly from her breasts to her eyes. She smiles acknowledging she caught me staring, and my heart sinks.
"Do you still like my dress?" Annie asks with a soft humorous tone.
"Umm. Yes. You look voluptuous... I mean gorgeous, Annie."
I know, I must sound like an idiot, but I am too overwhelmed with feelings to care. When I hear her giggle again, I thank the gods. She is hot and kind. Annie must be used to men staring and mumbling, so she seems to not think of me as a fool.
"I do have a couple chairs. If you can help me get them from the garage, we can carry them over."
I follow Annie into her garage. I imagine she has a Red BMW Sportster inside the garage. In my head, I imagine 'Annie bent over her BMW Sportster. She pulls up her black dress, so while standing behind her, I can ease my hard cock into her sweet, tight pussy. I imagine fucking Annie hard and fast before exploding deep inside her.'
Then, I hear her say, "Here they are!" This causes me to snap out of my daydream, and I see Annie pulling out three folding chairs in a garage filled with boxes. She hands me two of them.
"Thanks. These are perfect. We should get to the party, Annie."
"Yes, since you're my date."
"I -- I am? What about Steve?"
"He called yesterday evening. He said, 'Sorry, I will be late.' He mentioned something about leaving me messages. When I told him, I never got them, he became a jerk. So, I told him not to bother, I have a date."
"I'm honored," I reply in a daze with my mouth open.
"Bobby, do you know anything about Steve's messages?" Annie asks with a soft giggle of an accusing tone.
The light smile on her face gives me the idea she suspects, I do, but I just reply, "Umm No," with the words drawn out.
Leaving her garage, I walk the two chairs in my hands to the Escalade parked in front of Annie's house. When I open the back and place the chairs inside, I turn back to Annie's for her chair.
"Really, Bobby? Use the car? We can walk them ten more steps to your house."
"I know, but Miss. Foxx told me to keep an eye on you, and she left us this wonderful SUV. I think you deserve to arrive in style, my lady," I say moving to the passenger door and opening it for her.
Smiling and her cheeks a little red, Annie says, "OK, thank you, sir." She climbs up on the leather seat.
When I slide on the driver seat, I smell the new car smell mixed with Annie's sweet perfume. The feeling of the soft leather steering wheel in my hands is soothing and helps calm my nerves. I start the engine and pull away from her house driving down the street away from the neighborhood.
"Are you kidnapping me, Bobby?"
With a laugh, I reply, "No, I will never do anything to harm you, but I do think we should arrive fashionably late, my lady. Do you like milkshakes?"
"Yes"
Five minutes later, we pull into the drive-through of the local
Steak N' Shake
. I order a chocolate and vanilla shake. As I hand the two shakes to Annie to hold, I drive the Escalade down the road a few minutes to an open vacant parking lot.
"If we load up on dessert, how will we have room for the BBQ?" Annie asks as she hands me a shake.