The following is a true story. Names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent.. oh who are we kidding,,, there are no innocents in this story. Enjoy. All participants are 18 or above.
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Angel's best friend Abby lived a few house away. The two had only been friends for a few years when her parents divorced and she moved away with her mother. This left Mr. Poet home all alone and in Angela's mind this just wouldn't do. She had desired the tall handsome man since meeting him, always flirting and showing as much skin as she could and now she had her chance.
Angela hatched her plan on a day her mother would be busy. She dressed in a short denim skirt she had worn to the Poet house before and knew had been noticed with a tight form fitting low neck shirt and no bra for her 34 c cup chest. Her puffy nipples were already pressing firmly against the dark red fabric when she rang the doorbell.
The door opened and there stood Mr. Brian Poet. Six feet tall and in perfect shape he returned Angela's smile. "Angela? What brings you by?" His eyes would not leave the teenagers chest no matter how hard he tried and he could already feel his cock stiffening. Angela held out a container of cookie. "I am just checking on you. I baked these and wanted to stop to make sure you were ok and to say I am here if there is anything you need and I mean it Mr. Poet, anything."
Brian struggled a bit to find the right words since she had to know he was staring at her chest. "Oh my, well come in sweetie, that is just so kind of you." Angela walked past him and he realized she was wearing shoes with some heels and walking so her hips swayed. His cock was now fully erect and struggling inside his thin dress pants. "Why don't we put those in the kitchen" was all he could muster as he followed the blond with lustful thoughts spiraling through his head.
Angela had seen the bulge starting in the older guys crotch and knew it was working. She had on a great perfume and just a trace of makeup with just a hint of pink lipstick. In the kitchen she stopped and just looked back over her shoulder. "Where would you like your sweets, sweetie?" Brian froze in his tracks. The way she looked in that pose, the short skirt, tight top and those fucking hard puffy nipples was all his mind was allowing him to think about.
Then she turned and faced him holding the container of cookies just below her tits. "Would you like a taste?" She watched Brian stare at her nipples as his mouth opened and closed a few times. "The cookies Mr. Poet, unless there is something else you see that you would like to nibble on?"