I pulled slowly down my neighbor's long driveway. Stopping my jeep beside the house, I was instantly sweating from the hot Florida night. I could hear the driving bass beat of dance music penetrating the walls of the old farm house.
I had first met Patty and her daughter Carrie about four years ago when they moved into the old, run down, farmhouse at the end of my road following Patty's divorce. Having nearly completed renovation of my place, I was set up with the tools and skills to help them out and with the condition of that old place, they sure needed the help. I was repaid generously for the work I did for them with home cooked meals and great company.
I'm about 10 years younger than Patty. She had a rough time in her last marriage and though we became good friends, I figured out early on that she wasn't interested in anything more than friendship.
Carrie and I just seemed to hit it off right away. She was always at ease talking to me, coming over often to talk about her adventures and life in general. After Carrie's graduation about a year ago, I took a contract job out of town that was going to demand quite a bit of my attention, causing infrequent visits home. As the strict deadline loomed nearer and nearer I spent more and more time away, subsequently, I had not seen much of them in quite a while.
Hopping out of the jeep, I walked up onto the darkened porch. As I approached the door I had to walk in front of the living room window. My jaw hit my chest as I got an answer to the reason for the loud music.
Through the shear curtain I could see into the middle of the living room. Carrie was dancing. Not just any dance, she was doing what was obviously a very erotic lap dance in front of an empty chair. Stunned, I could only stand and watch as Carrie undulated and ground her hips to the slow bass beat, her long dark hair flipping wildly. She slowly ran her hands across her body as if teasing an imaginary lover. Having been to many a strip club, I realized that this girl definitely knew what she was doing! A man would willingly go broke to spend time with her! As I watched her dance I began to see Carrie in a whole new light. She had blossomed into a goddess and the effect she was having on me was becoming more apparent by the second as a tent began forming in my kakis.
As the song ended so did her dance and she stepped to the boom box. I quickly adjusted things in an attempt to conceal my "excitement" then stepped to the door and knocked. Carrie peeked through the small window in the door as she turned on the porch light. Stepping under the light so she could see me clearly, I grinned and waved. She swung the door open with a wide grin. "Hi stranger!" she yelled, as she bounded out and threw her arms around my neck, crushing herself to me and kissing me square on the mouth. Surprised as I was by the kiss, I still gave her a big bear hug.
With her round jutting breasts pressed firmly against my chest, she looked up at me, a look of concern flashing across her beautiful features, "Is everything O.K.? Mom said you were back, but I though you were staying at the camp retreat with everyone this weekend."
Belaying her fears I assured her everything was fine. "They started arguing politics and I'm not getting into that discussion." I explained, "Besides I need to catch up on some work in the shop tomorrow so I decided to come on back tonight."
"Well come in and sit down!" she said taking me by the hand and pulling me inside. It was then that I got a better look at her and what she was wearing and my breath caught in my throat. Carrie was always beautiful. Black hair, dark complexion reflecting her Crow Indian heritage, the bluest eyes I've ever seen and a great personality all made for a truly wondrous package and the past year since her graduation had filled her out in all the right places. She was truly stunning! A short white t-shirt and cut offs, so short that the bottom of her tight ass played peek-a-boo at the hem, made up her entire outfit. My gaze traveled down her well muscled tanned legs to a gold anklet and her bare feet. Her cut offs were extremely worn with holes showing enough flesh to drive a man mad. 'Oh shit!' is all I could think when she plopped down on the couch next to me and threw her gorgeous legs across my lap, her clearly defined breasts moving completely unfettered inside the t-shirt, a slight outline hinting at her nipples.
Catching my slack-jawed stare she giggled and said, "I wasn't expecting anyone this late so I hope you don't mind my "comfortable" clothes!"
"Oh Hell no, I don't mind!" I stammered out. "Damn! You look great!"
Beginning to blush she said with a sly grin "Why thank you!" the flush of her skin traveled further down and her nipples started to perk up making it harder for me to concentrate.
"So, what brings you by?"
"Well," I began, "When your mom found out I was coming on to the house she admitted that she was worried that since she'll be gone all weekend, you might throw a party or something and asked me to drop in on you. You remember what happened before. It may not be a Deputy that knows ya'll who shows up next time."
Her last impromptu party had ended when her drunken boyfriend showed his ass by stomping the shit out of a classmate who had copped a feel of Carrie's ass while dancing with her.
Carrie rolled her eyes and groaned. "I can't get it through mom's head that I'm not a kid anymore! One party like that was enough! Besides, Billy and I are finished anyway. He is such a self centered prick! The only thing that I really miss about seeing him is the sex! God, it was great!"
I guess I looked kind of shocked at her bluntness because she burst out laughing.
"What's the matter? Didn't you think I knew anything about sex?"
"Well yes...I guess...you just...a...caught me off guard is all..." seeing my discomfort just got her would up. "Grabbing Billy's tight butt just drove me nuts, it really too bad he's such an ass, he really got me off!"
As vivid pictures of Carrie's delicate hands gripping her lover and pulling him into her filled my head, the effect on me became apparent as my cock began to swell rapidly. I shifted uncomfortably trying to conceal my growing erection without much success.
Carrie's gaze turned smoking hot as the growing bulge against her leg told her the effect she was having on me. Her nipples turned rock hard and stood out clearly through the thin material of her t-shirt.
"There has got to be more to a relationship than great sex though." She said, "There were times that he was just interested in getting his rocks off, but when he wanted to he could really push my buttons."
I could tell she was enjoying my discomfort immensely. Talking this boldly to me was something she had never done and by the way she was squirming, it was warming her up also. With a mischievous grin, she stretched languidly causing the pressure on my crotch from her legs to increase drawing an involuntary twitch from my very cramped dick. Her stretch also caused her tits to jut out towards me and her shirt to ride up more, exposing her flat hard tummy and a diamond stud in her belly button. I could feel my heart racing, my blood pounding in my ears. My face must have been beet red. She pretended not to notice my discomfort as she slid her legs across my cock and stood up asking if I'd like something to drink. I said yes just to get her out of the room for a minute to give me time to get my thoughts (and my raging hardon) strait.
