Adele knew that he'd be calling soon. His name was Marco and he was a friend of her father's. He was 35, shaven-headed, hazel eyes, goatee, tattoos and simply gorgeous. Adele adored the way he looked, the way he smelled, his maturity, the way he paid attention to her when she walked into the room. She suspected he felt the same way about her too, but she had to make certain. Today was the day in which she'd convince him.
So, she dressed accordingly; or accordingly to what she thought he'd like to see her in. Ever since she spied him sneaking glances at her whenever she passed by the room he and her father was in she knew that he found her sexy. Whenever he called round, Adele's skirts grew shorter, her tops tighter, and her perfume stronger. She liked to sit on her daddy's lap while they chatted, crossing her legs, revealing more of her upper thighs than she should. She enjoyed the way his eyes stole peeks at her, the way he would bite his bottom lip at the sight of her until father would chase her out of the room. She suspected that Marco would much rather spend time with her, the 18-year old Adele, than her boring old daddy.
She had gone shopping last weekend for this day especially. She wanted to make today memorable. Adele bought a mini-mini skirt; it was black and layered at its seam. She assumed that he liked lingerie (what man doesn't?) so she bought herself a pair of black, hold-up stockings. To go with it, a sexy pair of black panties and matching bra, and just when she gave up hope of finding one at all she found a sleek white blouse that gave the impression she wore no blouse at all.
Adele wore her hair up, donned thick, red lipstick and sprayed herself with her favorite perfume. Slipping into her high heels, she then undid several buttons of her top, dabbing her cleavage with a hint of her scent. Perfect.
'Ding dong'.
The doorbell announced his arrival. Calm and collective, Adele stepped down from the stairs and into the hallway. Composing herself, she opened the door, feigning surprise to see her daddy's friend standing there.
"Marco! Hi!" Adele exclaimed
It took a while, but he finally managed to tear his eyes from the glorious vision in front of him. He stammered somewhat before answering her, coughing into his hand. "A-Adele, um, hello, erm, is your Dad around?"
"Sure, c'mon in," she said, opening the door for him, he stepping inside. As he slipped out of his boots Adele called for her father, receiving no answer.
"That's odd," she said, making her way (slowly) into the front room. Though it was a bright summer's evening the heavy curtains were drawn, and two dimmed lamps illuminated the room. "He was here a minute ago." She could almost feel Marco's eyes boring into her ass, feasting upon her stocking tops that peeked seductively from beneath her skirt.
"You sure he's here?" Marco asked. "He wouldn't be in the back garden or anything?"
"No, he was definitely here a minute ago – oh wait!" she said, turning round to sit on the arm of the sofa. Her skirt fell between her thighs. "He said that something was wrong at work and that he had to rush off."
"Oh, really?" Marco asked. "That's too bad – did he say when he'd be back?"
"No for a couple of hours yet," Adele replied.
"And your mom is out as well?"
"Yeah, she took my sister to the movies. It's just little ole me, all alone ..." With that she crossed her legs, revealing her stocking tops.
"I see ..." Marco said, unsure quite what to do. He tried to look away from the flirty Adele, but his eyes betrayed him.
"What do you want to do now?" Adele asked.
"Excuse me?" Marco asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"I mean, would you like one of daddy's beers while you wait for him?"
"Oh, oh, ok," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Why not?"
Adele hopped off the arm of the sofa and approached him. "Let me take your jacket, so," she said, stepping behind him, reaching for it. Carefully, allowing his nostrils to inhale the full blast of her perfume, Adele peeled off his denim jacket. Underneath he wore a black t-shirt, his tattoos streaking on his muscular arm beneath his sleeves.
"Have a seat," she told him, smiling, as she made off with his jacket. Marco thanked her, and then took a seat on the sofa. Once she was out of the room, he decided against it, and moved to one of the two armchairs in the corner.
Outside, before Adele hung up Marco's denim, she brought it to her face and inhaled in, breathing in his scent. He pussy twitched with anticipation as Marco's smell swam in her senses. Her head now fuzzy, she made her way into the kitchen, her high heels clicking on the floor and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer. Opening it, Adele then re-entered the living room.
"Here you are," she said, handing the bottle to Marco.
"Thanks," he said, taking it off her. As he went to sip it she sat on the arm next to him. This nearly caused him to spill the cool alcohol.
"What's wrong, don't you want me sitting here?" the coy Adele asked. She again crossed her leg, this time away from him, revealing much of her leg, her stocking top thigh. Marco's eyes darted to and fro, he trying desperately not to stare at the lusciously warm flesh mere inches away from him.
"No, you're, um, fine, Adele," he said. He sipped from the bottle, before placing it onto the floor. "So, erm, how's college these days?"
"Its fine," Adele replied. "A guy in my class wants to ask me out, but he's not my type."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he's just a kid," she said. "I prefer my men older, more ... mature."
"You do, huh?" he said, reaching for his beer. He slugged a drink, the liquid popping in the bottle.
"Boys my age just don't do it for me, you see," Adele continued. "All they want is a quick fuck and then get drunk with their pals."
Marco coughed into his hand, putting the bottle onto the floor.
"Older men tend to treat women better ..." She gently ran her fingernails across the back of his neck. "Wouldn't you agree?"
With a knee-jerk reaction Marco squirmed in the chair, hoping to jump up off it. Unfortunately his foot kicked over the bottle, the fizzy alcohol spilling onto the carpet.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, reaching down and picking up the gurgling bottle. Meantime Adele had leapt off the arm, she pressing down on his shoulders with her hands.
"It's ok," she said, "stay there, I'll get a cloth." Adele disappeared into the kitchen and soon returned with a tea cloth in hand. Marco had remained in his seat.
Approaching him, Adele knelt in front of him, sinking to her knees. She peered up at him, smiling before saying, "Could you move your leg, please?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry," he said, moving his left leg from the centre of the chair to her outside right. Adele now knelt between his legs.
"That's better," she said, dabbing the carpet with the tea cloth, soaking up the small pool of beer that spilled. From this angle she knew that he had a wonderful view of her cleavage, her breast wobbling in her black bra as she cleaned up the stain. Her skirt had risen above her stocking tops. She wondered if his cock was stirring in his jeans.
"All done," Adele said, placing her dry hand on Marco's thigh to help her self off the floor. It was like an electrical shock charging through him – his body jolted automatically.
