Finally, a chance to catch Sam alone. George had been waiting three weeks since his last encounter with the hot 18 year old living downstairs, and some nights he imagined he could still taste her pussy on his lips. Then again, other nights, he ended up convincing himself that the two of them had not really gone down on each other on two separate occasions. Tonight, though, he was determined to figure out just what the hell was going on. His wife, Jenny, was out at a study session till 10:00 and he knew Sam would be home all night.
George heard Sam coming home, and rushed to the dining room. This was going to be easier than he thought – instead of going to her room, Sam threw her bag down and slumped at the dining room table. She was wearing a short skirt and a loose top and George almost forgot what he came here to do. George was about to start on the topic that had been on his mind for more than a month when he realized that Sam was not really paying attention.
"What's up?" asked George, and nothing could prepare him for Sam's response.
"It's my dildo," said Sam matter-of-factly. "It's just not cutting it. I need something...bigger."
"Oh," stammered George, "I see..."
"I think you could help, though," said Sam with a furrowed brow, as if trying to remember something. "I think I remember that you had something I liked...something that could just do the trick."
Before George could answer, Sam finished her thought/
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that your gorgeous cock – you remember, the one I sucked a few weeks ago – would be a great improvement over my wimpy little dildo."
George agreed, but instead of words all her could say was "Hmm?"
"It takes you a while, doesn't it?" said Sam with an evil grin. Placing both her hands on the table, Sam drew herself up to her full 5'3" height. "I guess I'll have to do this all myself," she said to herself, and climbed upon the table.
Sam's low scooped top fell open as she stalked toward George, her full breasts hanging free. George licked his lips, salivating in anticipation of the luscious fruit he had dreamed about. If Sam's appearance wasn't already catlike enough, she emitted a low "Prrrrrr" as she seductively crawled along the table toward George.
