This is the last edition of my continuing story between a 36 year old man and Chelsey, a 19 year old girl. It is a little long, but I hope it is worth the read to you. I hope you enjoy.
I woke up Tuesday morning and headed to work with a smile on my face that would not go away. The work day seemed to last forever. It was finally time to head home. I didn't know whether Chelsey would be home or not. Her car was in the driveway, so she was either home or with her boyfriend.
I walked into the house and set my bags down. It felt hotter than Hades in my house. Chelsey came scampering out of her bedroom and running towards me. My eyes bulged out of my head. My eyes locked on her bouncing chest. She was wearing only a pair of pink panties with white lace borders and naked up top.
She gave me a big hug and kissed me then pulled back and said, "Welcome home!!!"
I couldn't help but smile. "Hello Chelsey. Why is it so hot in here? Is there something wrong with the heater?"
"No. Nothing wrong with the heater", she said. "I just thought you would like to join me in wearing little to nothing. This way we won't get cold."
"You are so silly, I replied while laughing. "You will be paying the heat bill overages next month".
She continued hanging onto me with her arms wrapped around my neck. She leaned in and gave me a seductive kiss that made my groin stir. I put my hands on her warm, bare hips and gently pushed her away from me.
"You have a boyfriend remember?"
She just laughed as she pulled my shirt over my head. I could tell I had created a monster. This was going to be a long rest of the week.
"There, now you shouldn't be so hot." Chelsey said in a sweet, playful tone.
my eyes gravitated to her bare breasts. This was the first time I had seen them in the light. Her nipples were pointing straight out at me.
"Wanna touch them? You can if you want." she said as she arched her back and thrusted her chest out towards me.
"You are such a tease right now. Your boyfriend?" I reminded her.
"It doesn't have to be teasing you know." she stated with a grin on her face.
I could feel sweat forming on my face. It was so hot in the house. I side-stepped her and headed for the thermostat. It read 80ΒΊ. I bumped it down to 72ΒΊ and walked back to the other side of the family room. Chelsey grabbed my belt buckle.
She began unbuckling my belt. "You should take these pants off, then you wouldn't be so hot."
"I will go change into a pair of shorts. Thank you."
She grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on her breasts. I couldn't resist squeezing them for a few seconds before pulling my hands back.
Chelsey looked down at my crotch and smiled. "Looks like you enjoyed that."
I smiled as I turned and headed for my room to change clothes. I threw on a pair of basketball shorts and headed back to the family room. Chelsey was sitting on the couch preparing for the start of a movie.
"Wanna watch a movie with me tonight?" She asked batting her eyes.
"Only if you put a shirt on first."
It is too hot for a shirt" she pleaded. "Besides, you don't have a shirt on. That would be unfair!"
I gave her a stern look. In return she asked a double-edged question. "You don't like looking at my bare body?"
How could I say no and not regret it later? I sat down beside her next to the arm of the couch. She lay down on her back, spread across my lap and looked at me with puppy eyes. So was so damn gorgeous. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her stomach.
"Feel how hot and sticky my skin is."
This girl was relentless. I was getting payback for the teasing I had given her the last few weeks. I looked down and smiled at her as my eyes gravitated towards her heaving chest. Her breasts were so firm and supple. I wanted so bad to place them in my mouth.
The movie started and she rolled to her side towards the television. It was only a few minutes before I could no longer resist touching her breasts. My hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts. I slowly kneaded her breasts as we watched the movie. Her breathing increased as she was getting turned on.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she shyly asked.
"Not tonight hon. As much as we may want to, it is not next week yet. That was the agreement."
She huffed and puffed then started moving her head up and down my crotch. I could not help but get hard. She was relentless tonight. It was hard to concentrate on the movie with this vixen teasing me.
"How about now?" she asked.
"You are driving me crazy girl." I laughed. "What is your boyfriend up to tonight?"
"He is playing video games with his friends tonight. He asked if I wanted him to come over. I told him he could visit tomorrow. I wanted to spend the night with you."
The movie ended and we went to our own rooms. It wasn't a few minutes before I heard a familiar buzzing noise followed by moaning. Her moans were getting louder and louder. She was definitely making sure I could hear her. It was impossible to go to sleep so I masturbated to the sound of her moaning.
I worked late the next day. I came home and heard voices coming from Chelsey's bedroom. Her boyfriend was over. I made myself supper and decided to go to bed early. I climbed in bed and began to fall asleep when I was awakened by the sounds of her bed squeaking, followed by grunts and groans and lots of moaning. She was driving me crazy. I never imagined this would be so much torture. Perhaps I didn't know what I had gotten myself into. I was starting to regret having made this deal with her in the first place.
The next day I arrived home from work early. I decided it would be a good idea to get out of the house for awhile. I took a shower and met a friend at a local mexican restaurant. We had a good time chatting.
I headed home and went to bed. Again, I woke up to the sounds of moans. This time I heard Chelsey instructing her boyfriend to go down on her. I heard him tell her he didn't do that. They ended up in a fight leading her to kick him out.
Saturday rolled around and I was feeling more comfortable about being at home. It had been a few days since Chelsey and I had watched a movie together. I passed Chelsey's room and headed into the restroom. I noticed her door was only halfway closed.
I exited the restroom and took a peek inside her bedroom. Chelsey was sleeping in her bed. She was wearing a baby t-shirt with a sheet lying across her waist. I watched her chest rise and fall for a few moments before heading back out to the family room. I opened a bottle of wine and searched through the television channels for something to watch.