"Rick will pay you in cash when you finish the job. I know he's good for it," Al Cooper insisted to Brooke, his beautiful 18 year old stepdaughter. "All he needs is somebody to help him tidy up the place and get it ready to be inspected by potential buyers. It won't take you more than a couple of hours at the most."
The young African American had some doubts. Richard Phillips, the man she was supposed to be working for that morning, is known to be something of a lecher, especially for young hotties such as herself. She wasn't all that bothered by that, because she loves sex of all kinds, maybe more than the man she would be working for. The only reason for any reluctance was that, she likes to choose her own partners, and the 40 year old white friend of her step-father did not have much appeal to her.
However, she had no problem with doing a little housework for him, and she could certainly use the money, so she put aside her doubts. After telling him she would do it, Al called his friend's cell phone to let him know they were on their way, and she rode with him to the house where she would be working that morning.
"Hi, Rick," they both greeted him when he opened the door to let them in.
"Hi, Al. Hi Brooke," he returned their greeting, shaking his friend's hand and smiling at the beautiful young woman he had brought with him.
She is certainly somebody to smile at, with her dark eyes and long, black hair which she was wearing pulled back away from her pretty face with the clear, mil- chocolate complexion. Although her face is attractive, it cannot compare with her voluptuous figure, with luscious breasts barely contained in the white t-shirt. As usual, Brooke was not wearing a bra, and her big, dark brown nipples stood out clearly through the thin fabric. Below her waist, she was equally alluring, wearing red shorts that were stretched tightly over her curvy ass and clearly displayed a cameltoe in the front.
This was her normal attire; she was not particularly putting on a show for any man, least of all one who did not appeal to her sexually. She just likes to dress in that provocative manner.
After chatting for a few minutes, Al Left, and Rick turned to the sexy young woman who was alone in the house with him. "Let's get started in the kitchen," he suggested. "Before we get too busy, though, how about a cold drink?"
That seemed like a great idea to Brooke, because it was a hot day, and she was thirsty and perspiring already. Rick was very aware of this last fact, especially from the way her tight t-shirt was starting to turn translucent and cling to his sexy helper's gorgeous breasts. They started for the kitchen, where he got a fifth of vodka and ice and orange juice from the refrigerator.
Brooke had been expecting Kool-Aid, or maybe even a small glass of beer, but she said nothing when two ice cubes were placed in a large tumbler, well over five ounces of vodka was added, and the glass was filled the rest of the way with orange juice. Rick also prepared a drink for himself, with not even close to that quantity of vodka, and watched, smiling, as she thirstily drank the strong highball. When Brooke's glass was empty, she picked up a cloth, wetted it in the sink, and climbed to the top of a step stool to start wiping the doors of the kitchen cabinets.
Rick stood and watched the young hotty work. For one thing, he admired the way her sexy body, especially her ass, swayed as she applied the elbow grease. More importantly, he wanted to be there when the vodka hit her, first to keep her from falling but mostly so he could carry Brooke off to the nearby bed and do what he had been wanting to do ever since he first saw her. He had paid Al handsomely to bring his stepdaughter over for what he expected to be a hot sex session, and he would be paying her the agreed upon amount for as much time as she spent in the house. The total cost to him would be quite substantial, but he considered the expense to be well worth the pleasure he planned to get from her gorgeous body.
As she swished the wet cloth over the wooden surfaces, Brooke started feeling a bit dizzy, and wondered what was wrong with her. At her age, she was not at all accustomed to hard liquor, although she did drink an occasional beer or small glass of wine. She didn't believe there could have been enough alcohol in just that one drink to have much effect on her, certainly not nearly enough to make her feel the way she was starting to feel. Concerned about falling off the step stool, she turned to the man who was standing close behind her to ask for his help.
"Rick, can you help me down from here? I don't know why, but I'm feeling sort of off balance."
"Of course, Brooke. We can't have you falling down and getting hurt now, can we?"
He held out his arms, and she leaned on him, pressing her succulent breasts against his chest, and stepped off the stool. He held her snugly against his body before setting her on her feet on the floor, with his arms still around her, but with his hands cupping her curvaceous ass cheeks.
They stood like that for a few minutes with his hands gently caressing her ass. Brooke realized she had never before noticed how strong Rick was, and how handsome, nor had she ever been aware of how nice it felt to be held in his arms. Even his hands stroking her ass and hips felt good, because she loves sexual attentions of any kind from almost any man or woman, and the guy holding her up had just joined that very large group.
"Do you want to lie down?" the very desirable man asked her.
"Where? Do you have a bed here?" She looked up at him and grinned impishly when she queried him about the presence of a bed. Sex was never that far from her mind anyhow, and it was getting much closer as she relaxed against the sweet and handsome older man's chest.
"Yes, it's in here," he replied as he picked her up and started to carry Brooke to the living room. "I knew I would be staying here for a few days, so I brought my bed over." As he carried her, she wrapped her arm around Rick's neck, blew a kiss into is ear and giggled drunkenly.
The bed was the only piece of furniture in the house, which was being offered for sale, and he gently lay her down on it. Brooke rolled onto her back, looked up at the man standing above her and wondered again why she had never noticed until then how strong and handsome and desirable he was. She smiled and raised her arms in an unmistakable invitation to him to join her.
Without hesitation he accepted, and she turned onto her side to face him. He slid his right arm under her waist, pulled her willing form against himself and leaned toward her for a kiss. Her face came forward to meet him and, as their lips met, Brooke opened her mouth wide and thrust her tongue forward so it could get better acquainted with his. While both pairs of lips were grinding together, Rick slid his free hand under her t-shirt to gently take hold of one big, soft breast, elated to discover that, as he had been sure of, it was completely natural.
She pulled her tongue free from his mouth, giggled and made him another offer he could not refuse. "Can you get a good enough feel like that or do you want me to take it off?"
Before he could answer, Brooke sat up and crossed her arms in front of herself to take hold of the hem of her t-shirt and pull it off over her head. Her gorgeous breasts bounced and swayed as she wadded up the wet garment, threw it onto the floor and lay back down facing Rick, who quickly cupped his hand under one of the enticing globes. So far, his plan was working even better than he could have hoped for.
Kissing her lips had been fun, but Rick had better things to do with his mouth. He pulled his other arm out from under her and cupped a breast in either hand so he could move his face back and forth and pay the homage due to Brooke's twin treasures. As he kissed and licked them, he could hear her deep breaths and feel her delightful body squirming against him.
"Here, let me help you," she murmured, and rolled onto her back to hold her breasts up for his mouth to pleasure.
It was a great deal of help, because the lovely mounds with their erect nipples were more accessible to his mouth than they had been, and his own hands were free to caress the rest of Brooke's sexy body all the way down to her soft Mount of Venus. From there, one hand slipped down into her shorts -- they had an elastic waistband rather than a belt -- where it met only skin, and no cloth and hardly any pubic hair. As he had thought, the young hotsy wasn't wearing any undergarment there either.
While his tongue and mouth were worshipping her lovely breasts, Rick reached down with his hands, hooked both thumbs in the elastic and started to push the shorts down. Brooke grinned lewdly at him and, while still holding her breasts up to his mouth, raised her ass from the bed. He eased her only piece of clothing down around her hips and cheeks and moved down toward the foot of the bed to finish removing them from her body. Before pulling the shorts the rest of the way down around her feet, he took off her sox and sneakers. When he was through, the beautiful young woman was totally naked, grinning lasciviously, and lying on her back while holding her breasts so they could continue being pleasured by Rick's mouth.