He walks in through the garage door, dropping his briefcase on the kitchen counter. His tie already loosened. "Hey Samantha. Good night? Kids give ya any crap?"
"Hey! Nope, they were great, as always. Got them to bed about an hour and a half ago, just been hanging out since then." I'm wearing a sundress that shows my cleavage well and the bottom ends just above my knees, but it rides up to halfway up my thighs as I hop up on the counter to talk to him.
He glances at my tits as they bounce when I hops onto the counter but catches himself and quickly looks up to meet my gaze. "That's great. Marsha got hung up at work and won't be home for an hour. Hope it's ok to wait then to give you a ride home." He says, reading a text on his phone. "I'll pay ya for waiting time," looking back up at me.
I catch his glance at my tits and smile a bit to myself. I let my legs spread a little bit and play with the hem of my dress. "That's totally fine, thank you." I take a deep breath "Um, hey, could I talk to you about something personal?"
"Sure." Wondering what silly girl thing he's going to have to pretend he care about. "What's uh..." his gaze dropping to my teasing thighs for a quick glance, "uh, up?"
I drop my gaze to my fingers playing with my dress and my cheeks heat up slightly. "So, um, well, my boyfriend just broke up with me" I look up at him and meet his eyes "he said he didn't like that I wouldn't have sex with him, so he broke up with me"
"Oh" he says, flustered for a moment. "You're what, 21? You don't have to be ready for sex." using his most professorial voice. "He's a jerk if he broke up with you for that. You don't need him, and he doesn't deserve you."
My cheeks turn rosy "Well, it's not that I'm not ready for sex...it's just that I'm not ready for sex with him. I'm a virgin and I don't want to lose it to some stupid teenage boy," I subtly drag the hem of my dress up a little further "I want to lose it to someone who knows what they're doing."
"Uhh..yeah, that makes sense." Adjusting his loose tie. "Your first time should be special. With someone you trust, and that will treat you the way you should be, not rut like a silly boy." He moves to the liquor cabinet. "I'm gonna a grab a quick drink." His hands slightly shaking as he pours two fingers of whiskey.
I get off the counter and walk over to the liquor cabinet with him, leaning against the wall next to it so I can look at him. "I was thinking...well, could you maybe help teach me? I trust you, and I know you know what you're doing. I've heard Marsha when our families have been on vacation together, clearly you know how to take care of a woman."
He looks at me, choking on his drink. "Umm, I...uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea. What would your parents say. And you're like 30 years younger than me." He's talking to my cleavage and not making eye contact.
I smile, "My parents don't have to know, and I promise I won't tell anyone." my smile widens as I see him staring at my chest "I know you find me attractive, I've seen you staring at me."
"You've...uh grown into quite the beautiful young lady." Gulping the rest of his whiskey down. "You're body is..." trailing off. "Hey! Why don't we go watch some tv?" Desperately trying to remove himself from the situation and keep his honor intact.
"Please? I know you want me, and I swear, no one has to know. You'd be helping me out so much, taking my virginity and teaching me how to treat a man." I step closer to him, so close he can smell the perfume I'm wearing. I meet his eyes "Please?" I ask softly
His hand moves to my cheek. Brushing it gently. "Samantha," taking a breath of my scent, "I, we...can't. I can't...jesus." I know your resolve is crumbling quickly.
I lean my head into his hand, "Come on, please?" I step closer again and raise my hand to his loose tie, gently gripping it
"Oooh," a low groan escaping his lips. "Maybe...just a kiss?" Leaning down. His hand moving gently behind my head around my neck.
I gently pull on his tie, pulling his lips closer to mine, then wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him the rest of the way, gently pressing my lips to his.
His lips part, as his tongue gently probes my mouth. "Oh fuck," as a whisper. His cock growing in his slacks.
I open my mouth for him, my tongue slipping against his, moaning softly. My other arm wraps around his neck too and I press my body to his.
"Oh fuck...Samantha. We can't" Kissing me deeper as he protests. His hands moving down my back, holding me closer
"Sure we can, no one will know," I say breathlessly against his lips, "Come on, Dave, I promise." I kiss him harder and slide my tongue around his mouth.
His hands move down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and pulling me against his hard cock. "No one?"
I moan against his mouth "No one."
I grind against his hard cock, loving the feel of it against me
"Have you ever done...anything?" His hands moving back up my body to just under my breasts
"No, nothing," I whisper, "But I want to try it all"
He picks me up by the ass cheeks, as my legs wrap around him. He walks with me towards his bedroom. "I can't believe I'm thinking of this..." he says in my ear; even as we near the room.
I wrap my legs around him tightly and grind myself on him "I promise, I'm a good student." I whisper breathlessly in his ear as we near his room
As we get to the room, he lays me down gently, lying on top of me, between my thighs. The bottom of my dress riding ever higher. "You can't tell anyone." As he gently gropes my tits over the sundress. A picture of him and Marsha on the bedstand next to us.
"I promise, I won't tell anyone." I bite my lip in anticipation, my pussy soaking the special black lace thong (part of a matching set) that I bought for exactly this moment.
He starts to kiss down. Kissing my neck, sucking gently, then down my chest. Kissing between my breasts, squeezing them with his hands, rolling his thumbs over my hard nipples.
I moan, arching my back against his lips, feeling fire between my legs "Oh, fuck, yes," I moan breathlessly