I arrived at the home of my final customer for the day, boy was I tired. I had finished pre-inspections on five other houses, in 98 degree weather. I guess it could've been worse, I could've been digging trenches around houses in the rain.
I dragged myself, sweaty and exhausted, to the Townsend's front door. After ringing the bell only once, there stood in front of me a sight for my tired eyes.
"Is Mrs. Townsend home?" I asked the young lady.
"No, My mom's not home," she replied. "But she said you were coming and that I could let you in."
I entered the home and began inspecting the property. I was looking for evidence of termites any and everywhere. As I went throughout the house, searching with my flashlight, the talkative female followed my every step.
Almost finished, I walked toward the arched entry of the kitchen. I needed to check under the sink, then I could go. I didn't really like the idea of being in the house alone with the customer's young daughter, even if Mrs. Townsend said that it was o.k.
I knelt down, looking under the kitchen sink.
"You know...my mom's not coming back any time soon." The female said.
I slowly lifted my head from beneath the termite-free cabinet and looked at her.
It was the first time that I truly paid close attention to her. Rushing to get done for the day, I had been all about the business. The crotch of her cotton stretch shorts were staring me in the face.
"Damn!" I thought to myself.
It must've been all over my face because she then smiled and asked me a question that left me speechless.
"Do you want to see it?"
If I hadn't already been still on one knee, I would've been floored by her boldness. I ignored the question and asked one of my own.
"How old are you?" I asked while staring at her pertruding camel toe.
I was left wishing that this female was older, more my own age, but at least she was of consenting age. Just then, she pulled the thin cloth from left to right, exposing a bush that set my dick on swoll! Speaking of swollen, this chick must've really been getting off on being so pushy, because I swear that I could see her pussy lips swelling right before my eyes.
She moved closer to me.
"Do you like it?" She asked in a much softer, quieter voice.
Normally I would've been the mack! But not at the moment, I couldn't find the words. When I opened my mouth, all that came out was my tongue. I gently touched it to the tip of her clit. Immediately, she gasped.
