I groaned as my cell phone rang. It was the phone's generic ring, which meant it wasn't anybody I know--which meant it was probably a customer with an "emergency." I work for a small video production company, and a major portion of our business these days is making DVD "slide shows" for weddings--you know, those boring collections of baby pictures of the bride and groom set to sappy music. Hey, they pay the bills. Just in the last couple months, the boss broke down and bought a video projector that we can rent to people to show the slide shows, and somehow my cell phone was always the one that got given to the customers to call when they had a problem setting the damn thing up.
"This is Don," I announced as I flipped the phone open. I was mentally reviewing who had the projector this weekend.
"Hi, Don, this is Alissa Wright."
Wright... Now why did that sound familiar? The customer who had the projector was named Denton, but her sister had actually picked it up--what was her name again? Tracy Wright, wasn't it?
The mystery caller continued, "My mom picked up that projector yesterday."
Holy shit
, a voice in my head screamed,
the hot chick
! Mrs. Wright had picked up the projector yesterday on behalf of her sister, whose daughter was the one getting married. She'd brought her kids along with her, and I'd spent most of the time trying not to stare too obviously at her daughter, who had the biggest pair of tits that I'd ever seen on a girl her age (which I was assuming was somewhere in the late teens; I was certainly hoping she was over eighteen so that I didn't have to think of myself as a pervert for checking her out). She'd been wearing a tight T-shirt that made the size of her chest completely obvious, and a short skirt that couldn't have been covering her panties by much. Assuming she wore any...
Just remembering her was having the same effect as seeing her the day before had, which was to start my cock start twitching in my pants.
I realized that she was waiting for me to respond. "Um, hi, Alissa. Is there a problem with the projector?"
How could there be? For Christ's sakes, we bought the model that has the DVD player built in! All you do is turn it on, put the disc in, and press play!
"No, I just felt the need to sneak out of the room before seeing Mom's fifteen-minute production for the tenth time."
"I see," was all I could think of to say.
"Look, you said you lived just a couple of minutes from the hotel if there was any trouble, right?"
"Right," I replied, drawing the word out a little as I tried to figure out where this was going.
"Can I come over? I gotta get out of this damn boring reception."
The rational part of my brain was yelling
Tell her no
! while the part that only listened to my cock was calmly telling me,
Remember those tits! God, I'd love to fuck those babies until I shot all over 'em.
You can guess which side won. I gave her directions to my house, then cracked a beer and sat down on the front porch. I can literally see the hotel she was at from there over the trees, so it wasn't long before she came into sight, making her way down the long driveway. I'd bought the house because it was convenient to a main highway while being set well back away from it; the long walk down the driveway gave me time to notice more about her than I had the previous day. She was a good foot shorter than me, roughly 5'2", with long black hair, and while she was by no means overweight, she certainly wasn't Kate Moss thin--thank God.
As she stepped up onto the porch, I was still staring. Her outfit was basically the same as yesterday, tight T-shirt and short skirt, but I could tell that today's ensemble had cost quite a bit more than the previous day's. "Can I have one of those?" she asked, pointing to my beer.
"Are you old enough?" I asked.
"Nope. Old enough to vote, old enough to join the Army and get shipped off to some desert, old enough to fuck--" and here she looked at me with a sly grin--"but not old enough to have a damn beer. Fortunately, most male bartenders don't card girls like me."
I'll bet they don't.
She leaned over, and the V-neck of her T-shirt fell away from that amazing rack. I could smell the beer on her breath as she whispered, "I managed to sneak in a couple beers while my mom wasn't looking, but I could really use another one."
"They're in the fridge," I told her. I watched her ass sway beneath the skirt as she walked in, and felt compelled to follow it. She opened the refrigerator door and bent over to look for the beer, and as she did, the skirt rode up to reveal that today, at least, she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy peeked out from between her legs, and I could tell that it was shaved and wet.
I froze as she turned to look at me--
busted
!--but she just smiled as she stood back up, opened the beer, and proceeded to slam about half of it down. The smile was still there as she lowered the can. "Look," she said, "I don't have a lot of time here, so let me be blunt. I'm horny as hell, and since nobody at the wedding looks like a good fuck, I gave you a call. I saw you checking out my tits yesterday, and you've got that 'older-guy-who-knows-what-he's-doing' vibe that turns me on. I'm horny, and I know you just saw that I'm wet, and I'm ready to fuck." She slammed back the rest of the beer, tossed the empty can onto the counter next to some others I'd left there, and went back into the fridge for another one. This, of course, displayed her pussy again, and all I could think was
Oh, what the fuck...
I dropped to my knees behind her, grabbed her hips, and stuck my tongue right into her pussy. "Oh, fuck, yeah," she moaned. "Lick my sweet little pussy." I did just that, lapping up her sweet juices and reveling in her moans of pleasure. It didn't seem like very long before she gasped, "Oh, fuck, I'm so close" and bent over farther, grabbing her ankles and revealing her clit to me. I zeroed in on it, licking circles around it, then licking up and down over it until I thought she was close, which was when I started sucking on it.
