It was Tuesday, a little past three o'clock. George Gregory knew, deep down inside, that his neighbour wouldn't be coming, but still he waited. After all, she had seemed to enjoy the sex they had in his pool last Thursday. But why would she come back to him, if it was just the sex? Surely, a girl as pretty as she was could get any young sex god to please her. But well, despite his little internet business, his fantasies were all he had.
And, sure enough, he heard a knock on the door. That knock alone aroused him, and he jumped up happily. He opened the door with a swing, and said in a low, husky voice, "I thought you'd never come."
In front of him stood the mailman, slightly surprised at this welcome yet jolly as ever.
"Of course I came, mister Gregory. Awaiting an important letter?"
He handed him a pile of envelopes, and tapped his hat. "Have a good day, sir!"
"You too, you too..." George sighed, and closed the door behind him.
His expectations stomped into the ground, he put the mail on the coffee table. He'd look at that later, he wasn't in the mood now. No, he'd make himself a nice cold glass of lemonade now, and then think of what he'd do next.
But as he walked into the kitchen, he couldn't believe his luck.
There she was, looking ravishing yet very innocent in her faded jeans and white tee-shirt.
"Charlotte!" he cried out in surprise.
"Hello George." she said, her voice soft and smooth.
"I'd already given up on you. How did you get in?"
"You left the door open, silly." She said, grinning.
"Oh, all right... Well, shall we go into the garden then, get some sun..?" And maybe have sex in the pool, like last time, he added to that in his mind.
"Oh no, we can't!" Charlotte said, startled. "I told my dad I was going over to my friend's house, and he can't know I'm here!"
Sure, very much something for Charlotte to do, he thought. And why not? How else could she have gotten away unnoticed?
"Okay then," he said, thinking of how to change his plans with her, "we'll have to go upstairs then, won't we?"
Charlotte grinned, and he copied the grin. He felt so horny, so terribly aroused, he didn't need a swimming pool for lubricant. He'd take her anywhere.
He preceded her up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He had cleaned, just in case, and changed the sheets. When he pulled her after him into the room, she giggled, and pushed him backwards onto the bed.
"Last time you seduced me. This time, I'm gonna make it up to you." Charlotte said, and closed the door. Then the curtains, and turned on the lights.
George sat back comfortably on the bed, and waited for her next step.
She took off her shoes. Then her pants. Then her shirt.
Underneath this girly attire, she wore a lacy set of lingerie. Black, very see-through, and showing off her beautiful tanned skin. Her dark nipples shone through, and stretched the fabric. Looking at this young beauty beside his bed was enough to make him hard, and George licked his lips.
Charlotte began moving her hips in very sensual circles. She ran her hands down her body, and danced to imaginary music. She turned, twisted, and gave him a long look at her butt, which looked lovely in the lace thong.
Her body wasn't particularly curvy, but instead held some childish features. Her round face with the big eyes, her brown hair in a messy ponytail, her long legs and flat hips, her flat stomach and small breasts... all of her looked so very young, yet so very mature at the same time.
She danced along, moving to the other side of the bed. She turned around, and began to unhook her bra. Slowly she took it off, her back still turned towards him, and held it out. She then flung it onto the ground, and turned around, her hands covering her breasts. Then, still dancing, she inched her fingers away to reveal her perfect, hardened nipples. She licked her lips, and then took away her hands, showing him her breasts in their full glory. She brought a hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers. She ran them over one nipple, making a small circle. Then over the other, pinching it, tugging at it. She winked at him.
She spun around, and slowly, very slowly, her hands running down her legs, she bent over. George had a perfect view of her ass, her panties a little wet already, the ever so slight bulge of her swollen pussy lips through the lace. Through the gap between her legs, he saw her breasts, the nipples erect. She was so beautiful, and not just when bending over. George let out a gasp as she ran a finger over her panties, dragging it towards the edge and pulling it aside. She smiled, and wiggled her ass. George found it very hard to keep himself from touching his swollen cock, but he refrained from doing anything except looking at her. And it paid off.
Charlotte stuck a finger in between her lips, pushing it in to the knuckle. She moved it around for a bit, then pulled out.
She stood back up, and licked the juices off her finger.
