Michael's heart was pounding as he drove, and his hands on the steering wheel were damp. His mind was overwhelmed with complexity of his situation, and beads of sweat had formed on his brow. No matter where he turned, no matter how he looked at it, he knew he was in trouble.
She looked like she was no older than eighteen years old, with her smooth, lithe body and waist-length black hair. He knew now she was, in fact, nineteen, but he had sweated it for awhile. Her unusually striking face was flawless, untouched by make-up and very much like a young girl's. Her smile was bright and Michael suspected she hadn't been out of the braces she spoke of for very long at all.
Still, the little vixen had merely shrugged her shoulders when he asked. Helplessly, he had asked her if she was closer to twenty, only to be rewarded by her silvery peals of laughter and her sparkling eyes. Her smile had been fond but a little bit mocking—so Michael knew, whatever her age, this wasn't a good idea at all.
He stole a furtive glance at her, lounging beside him in the bucket seat of his old, cantankerous Charger. It occurred to him that when the car was made she had been about eight years old. Michael felt himself go pale, and he clutched the steering wheel harder in his hands, unable to stop the skip in his heart as she turned those beautiful eyes on him.
"Michael, you are adorable when you are nervous." She drawled, grinning at him, lifting her hand and placing it lightly on his thigh. Jolts of electricity shot through his body and his response was immediate—the cock hardened and drops of pre-cum began to collect on its head.
He felt the jolt deep in his stomach and looked away, silently cursing his own weakness. He should have tossed her out on her ass eight months ago, when he first knew her. They were in the same class, and she was just another one of those bratty Air Force kids putting in her time while her daddy finished out his career. By her own admission, she had always enjoyed attending college courses on base with the soldiers because it was convenient and it was one hell of a dating pool.
She had waltzed right into that classroom with her head held high, barely five feet tall and possessed of a sensational figure which included the finest ass he had ever seen. Michael's dick had hardened in an instant in silent salute of the fresh-faced exotic beauty that walked with a jaunty step and saucy air. Her red sundress was a sharp contrast to their green fatigues and the business clothes worn by some of the other students but she had seemed perfectly content as she dropped into the seat next to him, smoothing back her silky hair and crossing her pretty legs. His gaping eyes had immediately followed the curve of those legs, taking in the high-heeled sandals with the thin strap around the ankle. Her tiny feet were gorgeous, and he had marveled at the carefully polished toes, feeling like a perverted old goat as he tried to draw his eyes away and contain the rush of lust boiling in his loins.
Then, when they were all given the assignment of attending a play at the local university, Michael found himself with the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other arguing their cases. She didn't have a way to get to the presentation that was required for their paper, and before the angel could bind his tongue, he had offered her a ride, not knowing then how badly he'd want to give one to her by night's end.
He picked her up at seven sharp, mindful of the curious looks of the neighbors in base housing and endlessly grateful that her parents hadn't been home. He outranked her father, and he didn't think daddy would be pleased to know she was getting a ride from a man barely younger than himself, rank or no rank. When she slid in the seat beside him, he could barely breathe as he took in her simple black sheath, her strand of pearls, and hair lifted into ringlets to frame her face. Her high cheekbones were faintly touched with color and her almond-shaped eyes were lined by dark kohl, somehow intensifying the Asian in her features and downplaying the Caucasian. His own face had flamed with pure male appreciation, and lust had set a fire within him as he stared at her, his own jeans and nice shirt making him feel like a country boy down on the farm.
He had mumbled something about changing his clothes, and her smile had been easy and filled with mirth as she regarded him with those searing eyes. "I don't mind at all," she had commented, insisting that they go to his apartment so he could change.
When they entered the unit, he had done a strange thing—immediately, he had moved aside pictures of his wife and family, trying desperately to be discreet. A nervous hand moved through his short blond hair and he had cast her worried look as she sat in his favorite lounge chair, folding her hands patiently in her lap.
While he was in his bedroom, struggling to find something to wear, his mind raced. He was thirty-seven years old, lean and athletic at 6'1, and attractive in an All-American sort of way. Women had always seemed interested in him, and although he was separated from his wife, he had never been with anyone else. The truth was, no one had ever appealed to him nearly as much as that little girl sitting in his living room right now!
At last he decided. Pulling on a nice shirt, he walked out into the living room and froze, blinking his eyes at the sight. Laine was curled up on the couch, her head back and her eyes closed. Michael stared, his mouth parting as he admired her, feeling the adrenaline rush through him and feeling his desire for her flare again. She looked so unbidden, so natural and young that he felt like he would die if he didn't touch her.
Almost without knowing how, he was beside her, kneeling, his fingers shaking as he touched her hair. It was like silk, and the softness of it thrilled him as he ran his hands through the sculpted curls. She seemed to stir at his touch, but her tiredness won out and she merely shifted, causing the material of her dress to ride up a bit. For a moment, Michael was frozen, but then a small frown passed briefly over her features before she settled deeper into her dreams.
Michael inhaled shakily, his eyes falling on her smooth thigh, now exposed. His hand began to creep upward, settling along the hem of her dress, and he scarcely breathed as he began to raise it higher. Inch by inch, the material fell away from her golden skin until she was bared to the waist, revealing her black mesh thong to his wondering eyes.
Beneath the nearly-transparent material, the lips of her sex were clearly defined against the smoothly shaped skin...Michael closed his eyes as an audible groan escaped his lips. Desire lit a fire within his soul and his body trembled with the unfamiliar heat. Never in his life had he felt what he was feeling now, and the demand of his body to possess hers was a mad thing. He had never cheated on his wife, and—
Laine's legs parted slightly, and the shift in her position caused Michael to stumble forward. He fell against her, catching himself and staring in horror at her dazed face. "I..." He stammered.
Her smile was slow, sensuous, and a bit mocking. "Somehow, I thought I'd be awake for this," she drawled, her eyes twinkling as he flushed, "I would have liked to watch your expressions, especially if they are anything like they are now...." She smiled suddenly. "I'm nineteen, Michael," she offered.
Michael grimaced, and tried to pull away, but her legs opened and he shifted more, pressing against her as she lifted those legs and wrapped them around his waist. A small, womanly laugh escaped her and she gazed at him with teasing eyes, "well, I'm really impressed, sir...I never would have thought you had it in you, although I must say you did protest too much to really be believed...of course, I'd much rather know you had it in me."
He shook his head, trying to deny her words, but her laughter ceased and she suddenly gazed at him with a look he had never seen. Heat rushed to his face as her lips parted, and he felt his hands grow damp as she raised her small hands to touch his face. "I'm only teasing, lover...I'm glad I interest you." She said softly, caressing him from the inside out, "I hope what you see pleases you."
Michael felt the churning within him, and when she gently eased him closer, he felt his hardness pulsing against the thin material of her panties. He tried not to think of seeing those only moments before, but her lips on his ear made him feel weak. "I want to feel you inside me." She whispered, "I want to have your hands on my body..."
