Ryan Grant was nearly finished with the neighborhoods he had been given in the yearly fundraiser. The seniors on the Middleton Bison football sqad were required to go door-to-door to sell Varsity Cards which provided discounts to local stores and restaurants. Ryan was the first team QB, so he was able to swing the assignment to one of the more affluent subdivisions in an upper-middle class town that not lacking much of anything; good businesses, families and schools made Middleton an attractive suburb.
As Ryan walked up the cul-de-sac, he recognized the Boehmon home. Jake Boehmon was a junior safety on the squad, a big muscular kid who had every chance to start that fall for a team that had made the D1 playoffs the last three years. But Ryan wasn't thinking about Jake as he rang the doorbell to the large, two-story modern brick home. He was thinking about Jake's mother, Randi Boehmon. Mrs. Boehmon always seemed to find her way to the top of the MILF list that Ryan and his friends would put together from time-to-time. Although in her mid-forties, with two children in school, she was a stunning woman, with long blonde hair and stiking blue eyes. A petite woman, Randi was not busty but kept herself in great shape with a tiny waist and slender legs. Over the last few years, Ryan thought he had noticed a change in her appearance when he would see her at school functions or at Mass. Her hair had gotten much more blonde and she seemed to wear more make-up and dress a little sexier than the other moms.
Ryan got plenty attention from the girls at school. He was 6'2' with the lean angular build of an athlete, his brown hair was long, just past his shoulders, and his face, although clearly masculine, had some feminine features that drove the girls wild.
After ringing the doorbell, Ryan waited for a moment then the intercom came to life.
"Yes?" a voice inquired. His breath caught when he recognized it belonging to Mrs. Boehmon.
"Umm . . . Hi . . . Mrs. Boehmon. It's Ryan Grant from the football team."
"Oh . . .Right." she answered "Come on in, the door's open. I'm on the back porch."
Ryan let himself in and could see through the hallway and spacious living room to the outside deck. Mrs. Boehmon was standing outside and she waved him back.
Randi Boehmon was dressed in a tight, black short-sleeved button-down blouse that allowed a thin strip of her tight tummy to show above her tight jeans. She wore some peak-a-boo sandals with four-inch heels, her toenails recently done in blood red.
She greeted Ryan and took a seat in a deck chair, her legs crossed sexily, her tiny foot in the air. Ryan noticed a wineglass and a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's on the glass table in front of her. The deck looked out over a small wooded lot that provided a sense of privacy.
"Ryan!" Randi said brightly with a smile speading across her beautiful features, "What brings you here? Jake is at his sister's soccer camp with his dad if you are looking for him."
Ryan felt a little flustered as he stared into the older woman's deep blue eyes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and her lips glistened with a pink shade of lip gloss.
"Ahhh . . . No Ma'am . . .I wasn't looking for Jake. I'm selling these Varsity cards for the football team and I was given your neighborhood. They are only $20."
Ryan felt that he had stammered through his sales pitch and he could have sworn that Mrs. Boehmon had given him a slow, once over with her gorgeous eyes.
"Oh . . . Please. Sit down. Tell me a little more about what you have to offer!" she replied.
Ryan felt his heart beating as he sat on a chaise facing Randi. He thought he had caught a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice, but convinced himself he was being stupid.
Randi flipped the top of the hard-pack and slowly removed one of the long, white cigarettes bringing it to her lips. Cupping a tiny gold lighter in her hands, she lit the cigarette and drew deeply, exhaling a thin stream in Ryan's direction, before propping her elbow on the arm of the deck chair, a killer smile forming on her luscious lips.
Randi seemed to have a thing for football players. Her first lover, Marcus, and her longtime boyfriend, Steve, had played in college. She loved their firm, muscular bodies, tight abs and taut butts. When she attended one of her son's school functions she couldn't help but check out the younger talent. Obviously, Ryan Grant had caught her eye on more than one occasion.
Ryan spent the next few moments explaining the card and where it could be used. Randi watched the boy intently, her eyes darting from the smooth features of his face to his sensuous lips and long eyelashes, and then down to his fat crotch pushing against his jeans. When he was finished, Randi tapped an ash and took another slow drag on her cigarette before standing.
"OK! You sold me sweetie!" she winked at the young man. "C'mon inside and let me get my purse."
Ryan stood and followed Randi back into the house, unable to take his eyes off her tight, little ass, loving the way she moved on her high heels. Randi glanced briefly over her shoulder to find Ryan checking her out and smiled to herself. "This was going to be easy!" she thought.
THE GAME
Randi grabbed a twenty out of her purse and walked slowly and seductively towards Ryan, stopping so close that her perky breats almost rubbed against him. Even in her heels, the tiny MILF was quite a bit shorter than the young quarterback.
Looking up into his eyes, she held the bill out for him, but when he reached for it, she pulled it quickly back, a playful smile on her lips.
"Not so fast. You have to do something for me first!" she purred.
