Zach Pedigo was beyond exhausted. Yesterday was easy spraying indoor insulation only half a day, today not so much. Not to mention his ordeal with the Little Person. After siding an entire mobile home throughout the day he just wanted to relax.
Unlocking his apartment door he literally used his foot to prod it open. Turning the knob was even painful, having blisters on his hands. Gloves were just not useful when interlocking vinyl siding. As the door swung in he stepped into his apartment and kicked the door shut. Music blaring on his stereo to the tune of Skid Row's Youth Gone Wild, he realized that his roommate Heidi had dug into his cd stash. Puckering he looks at the couch and just collapses on to it. Beat was an understatement. He couldn't even take his boots off.
Quite aware of his return home Heidi Baker paraded from her bedroom dancing to the song wearing a recently put on pink G-string, her tits bouncing about to Sebastian Bach's vocal wailing. Feigning being caught off guard by seeing Zach home she ignored him at first, still grinding about like a stripper. Maybe there was a future in that trade. She was shameless. Of course, he did talk her into being nude more often when he got home just to let her feel the freedom she desired. It still blew his mind that knowing this young blond bombshell in under a week they acted as if they had known each other forever.
"TURN IT DOWN." He bellows over the music making her frown and lower the stereo's volume.
"What? Don't like hot teen ass shaking?" She sneers.
"It's not that. I'm just hurting everywhere. This job is a workout." He wasn't going to let her in on fucking his coworker Stormy. He just needed to relax.
"Awww! Poor almost evicted Tom. It's a bitch when you have to make a living isn't it?"
"At least I got a job quick. You might have been evicted even after you bailed me out. I can cover my half the rent now, well, in a few weeks." Again, he omitted the money Stormy paid him for sex. "I know I probably haven't said it Dove, but thank you."
"Whoa! Kindness? You already thanked me." She shuffles around the coffee table and sits next to him with her legs under her perfect little ass. "You do look rough."
"Tell me Kayla and Nasty aren't coming over tonight. I'm too tired to play."
"Nope. Not tonight. Kayla took your advice and actually landed a job today. They start her in the morning."
"No shit. What type of job?" He attempted to raise his right leg to untie his work boot but failed miserably. Giving up he sank more into a slouch and exhaled with a groan.
"A gardening shop. Cashier mainly." She pities Zach seeing his traumatizing struggle, "Here I'll take your boots off." She hops up and sits on the coffee tables edge and lifts his foot into her lap. Untying his boot she tugs a bit to remove it. Just the sensation of it's removal made Zach sigh loudly.
"You're a life saver."
"You owe me." She grins and proceeds to remove his other boot for a similar effect. "There! I did my good deed."
"You smell nice." He compliments her, "Takes away the smell of my sweaty feet."
"Quit sniffing you're not doing what you did to me last night. I've had time to think about that dick in me, not that it wasn't nice, but you hit me in a time of weakness Tom. You're right we can't take that any further." Not what her fantasy mere moments ago said. She could tell stories too.
"Too exhausted to even try Kid. My body is numb."
"Against my better judgment, I'll undress you if you need me to." She fidgets at her offer wondering why she suggested it. Oh, she knew. Darned fantasy.
"You just want me naked. By the way...you told me you'd be naked every night I got home. I see a slingshot."
"Close enough." She was five minutes earlier, "Like I said I agree with you what you said last night. While it's been fun, we need to keep things less interactive."
"Strip me Kid." He attempts to sit forward as she stands up leaning over him to tug at his t-shirt, her breasts dangling in front of his face. Struggling she sighs and halts her efforts.
"Straddling your lap. Don't even get touchy feely." She crawls into his lap right over his cock and again stretches over his back to grab the shirts hem to drag it up over his head, then escaping two very muscular arms. His hands found her hips the second the shirt came off. "What did I say?" She points at his nose.
"Sorry, just seemed natural."
"I am not Khloe, Nasty, or my sister. I'm your friend nothing more."
"I hear ya Princess."
"Good! Then kindly stop rubbing my legs." She eyes both of his hands caressing her outer thighs. She was getting goosebumps. His chiseled chest drew her eyes briefly and she found herself biting her lower lip.
"Pants too?"
"I told you I would help you." While still in her straddling pose she reaches down and unbuckles his belt, then lowers his zipper. More skin revealed itself, a thick patch of pubic hair disguised his hard on still beneath his jeans. Shifting her weight she stood up between his legs and set out in pulling his pants over his ass, then down his legs. Over each socked foot they went. As his dick snapped to attention she growled under her breath. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" He chuckled, "Getting hard over you?"
"Exactly."
"Y'know looking at ole' Hardy there I gotta say, since you've moved in he's gotten bigger than usual."
"Rigggggggght! Nice try Tom." She takes his pants and shirt to his bedroom, then wiggles back to place his boots by the front door. "All done. Can I turn the music back up? I like this mixed cd."
"Gonna dance for me?"
"You got twenties to stuff in my G-string? Oh, that's right you blew all your cash on buying me an egg vibrator." She laughed. "And, Batteries for my toy."
"Dance for me." He winks.
"Why? So you can get even more turned on?"
"Yeah, you're probably right, not a smart move. My hands are so blistered I couldn't even jerk off." He shows his palms to her, red and looking ugly.
"Holy crap Tom. How are you going to keep working like that?"
"No choice. Wearing gloves isn't easy when interlocking siding. I'll just band aid up."
"Now I wanna dance for you." She chuckles razzing him with her tongue, "I can torture you and you can't do anything about it."
"Evil."
"You know it." She pivots on her heel bending over the stereo fast forwarding tracks looking for a song she liked. Her heart shaped ass was already dancing a nice tight side to side garnering Zach's attention, eyes drawn to it like a magnet. She was perfection. Even her milky white skin was flawless, not a single mole anywhere. Not often did you find such exquisite skin without some type of bruising at least. Once she locates a song called Can't Shake It by Great White she jumps and keeps her back to him, the beat coaxing her muscles to react as she leers over her shoulder with a wild look in her eye. Swaying to the rhythm she slaps both butt cheeks at the same time, then digs her fingers beneath her G-string straps, tugging and shifting them about. Zach settled back and just let his dick get harder and harder. Something then dawned on him.
"Y'know, now that I think about it you remind me of the girl on the cover of that album. Remind me to show you when you're done toying with me."
"Toying? I haven't even begun to toy with you Tommy." She faces him holding her tits and shuffling them about. Taking a single step she climbs up on top of the sturdy coffee table and releases her tits in favor of running her hands through her hair seductively.
"Just why are you trying to turn me on when we both agreed to not going further than we did last night?"
"Because I can. It's time we had a talk old man."
"About?"
"The fact that we're both freaks. I'm not denying that you turn me on Tom. You do. Just like I know I drive you insane. I think I sensed that the day we met. I mean...come on, I let you jerk off over me only hours after I agreed to move in. I like a guy who isn't afraid to whip it out and shower me with affections." She giggled taunting him by pulling her G-string up inside her pussy lips.
"So, you like me."
"Not so fast. Like yes, but not enough to go all the way. Yes, I like being sexy for you. Basically for any guy though. Exhibitionist me enjoys getting guys hard and watching them jerk off."
"Glad I could help. So, you liked my silver bullet and making you wear it?"
"You literally putting it in me is what made me keep it in and endure it. Yes, I loved your gift. I'll wear it anytime you want me to. Even in public." She drags her G-string down leveling it on her hips to reveal her sunflower tattoo extending up from her clit.
"Why did you set me up with your sister and Nasty?"
"Because I like getting you worked up, like right now. Getting pretty purple there Chief." She uses her toe to touch the crown of his cock, nearly losing her balance in the process. Teetering she regains her dancing without too much effort. "You didn't fuck Kayla or Nasty at first. Why?"
