"You're not supposed to be in here," said Karen as she sauntered into the billiard room.
Mark took his shot, sinking the 6 ball in the corner pocket, and then straightened and looked at her. "Oh really. Why not?"
"Daddy wouldn't like it. You're just a gardener, you're not supposed to be in the house."
He regarded her coolly. She was dressed in a white spaghetti-strap top and a short black skirt. She wore no bra, and her firm high breasts were prominent and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. It was the middle of the day, but she was wearing high heels.
"Well, it's a good thing he's not here then. Daddy wouldn't like the way you're dressed, either," said Mark, smiling at her disdainfully.
"Listen to you talk," she said, moving closer to him. "You're dressed for the garden and you're in your boss's house playing pool." He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a blue sleeveless t-shirt.
"I left my boots outside. And he's not my boss. I'm self-employed, you know? I'm my own boss."
"You act like you're a big shot," she said. "You're just a gardener."
"I just got out of the army and I like working outside," he said. He bent down and lined up another shot and sank it.
"Well why don't you go outside then?" she said saucily.
"I'm taking a break," he said.
"That doesn't mean you can come in the house when Daddy's not here," she said. She was standing about five feet from him now, her arms held behind her back, breasts pointing towards him.
"Why, were you looking for me outside? Going to do some more sunbathing? You want to show off your body to me some more?"
"Hmmmf," she said. "You shouldn't look at me when I'm sunbathing like that. It's my house, I can sunbathe where I want to." The previous week, she had been sunbathing topless by the pool when Mark arrived. She'd languidly covered her breasts with her hands as he trimmed the flower beds next to the pool.
"It's not your house, is it? It's your daddy's house. Funny how you always come out to sunbathe when I'm here," Mark pointed out.
She toyed with a lock of hair with one finger. "I like to work on my tan, that's all. Don't talk to me like that."
"Talk to you like what?"
"Talk to me like I'm ... " she let the sentence trail off.
"Like you're a little tease?"
"I am not!" she said, moving a little closer to him. "Now, I mean it, you have to get out of here."
"It's okay, little tease, if you want to show off your body to me, you can do it here in the air-conditioning. It's pretty hot out there today." He straightened up and turned towards her, smiling, and moved a little closer to her.
They were less than three feet apart now.
She turned slightly away from him, crossing her arms under her breasts, looking down. "I'm not a little tease, don't talk to me like that. I mean it."
"Or what? Or you'll tell daddy?"
"Yes!" she pouted, still looking down. She turned sideways to him, rocking her body back and forth a little.
"You'll tell daddy that you were in here teasing me and showing off your body, and I was mean to you?"
"Yes! I mean ... no! I'm not teasing you, why are you saying that?" she said, still pouting and looking down.
"Are you kidding me? Look at that top you're wearing. You might as well just take it off, because I can see your tits clearly. Look at how hard your nipples are."
"Don't talk to me like that!" she said again, turning towards him. "I just thought I looked nice in this top, I'm not trying to tease you."
"Oh, you look nice all right. Why are your nipples so hard?"
"Maybe you're just a pervert who likes to look at young girls, did you ever think of that, hmm?" she said, looking at him. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Twenty-nine."
"I'm only eighteen."
"That's legal anywhere in the United States. Some places, you're already legal for several years. Anyway exhibitionism is illegal, too, did you ever think of that? Little rich teases who show themselves off for everybody to see."
"Shut up!" she whined. She looked into his dark eyes, smiling, then looked away again. "I'm not trying to tease you."
"You didn't answer me, why are your nipples so hard?"
"You're very crude!"
"It's not an answer. I guess it's the air-conditioning, hmmm?" he reached over and put his arm around her waist. "Want me to put my arm around you and warm you up, hmmm?"
She didn't move, and raised her eyes to look at him again. "Stop talking to me like that, about nipples and stuff. It's not polite. You're just a gardener."
"Yeah? And you're just a rich little brat and a tease."
"I am not!" she said, her lips still pursed, pouting, looking up at him from under a lock of stray hair. "I'm not a little tease. All the girls wear tops like this. It's not teasing."
She turned towards him and laid her hand on the arm that was encircling her waist. Their breathing quickened.
"And what about showing me your tits last week, hmm?"
"I didn't," she said firmly. "I just wanted to have an even tan. See?" she pulled one of the straps of her top down to show him that there was no tan line, and then she pulled it back into place.
"I've seen you. You really like to oil yourself up when I'm around, too." He moved closer, tightening the grip around her waist, and she didn't resist.
"I have to protect my skin," she said, moving a little closer. One of her breasts brushed against his chest, and then she moved back a little. "My skin is very sensitive, that doesn't make me a tease."
"And last week, you started feeling your own tits when I was there."
"I didn't!" she said, putting a hand on his chest and pushing backwards, as he tightened his grip around her waist and then added the other arm. "I was just covering them, I didn't want you to see my ..."
"Your tits?"
"My breasts!"
"Then why did you come in here dressed like this today? With your nipples showing through? Don't you want me to see them?" he asked sweetly, pulling her closer at the waist. She put her hands on his chest and pushed backwards, feeling his big hard pectoral muscles.
"No," she whined. "I'll go put on a bra now," she said. "I'm not a tease."
He pulled the strap off her shoulder, and then tried to pull it down over her breast; she grabbed it and slipped it back into place. He grabbed the other strap and gently tugged it down, and she pulled it back into place also, shifting closer to him.
"Okay, what color bra do you want to wear for me? Black and lacy? Or your blue one is nice. Although I also like that purple one."
"You're been watching me undress?" she asked. "I should tell daddy."
"You left your window open so I could watch you undress, didn't you?"
"I just forget to close the blinds!" she said. He was pulling her closer so that their pelvises were touching now, and she put her hands on his trim hard waist. "I closed the window when I remembered," she said, looking in his eyes.
"Yeah, you stripped down to your little bra and panties and then you closed the window," he said. "Just teasing the gardener, that's all. Little rich slut."
"I'm not!" she said, squirming in his grip and grinding her pelvis against his.
"No? Just a tease?"
"Nooooo," she whined.
"Look at how hard your nipples are. You want to show them to me, hmmm? Show me that you don't have any tan lines."
"No," she said again, pushing harder. "Let me go! I'll tell daddy."
"Tell daddy what? Tell daddy that you were showing off your body for the gardener, and he grabbed you?"
"Yes!" she said.
"I'd like to hear that. 'Daddy, I'm such a little tease that the gardener finally grabbed me!' You know he doesn't like you wearing those slutty clothes. I've heard him scolding you."
She made a pouty noise, and she looked away. "I'm not a slut," she said. "I've never even been with a boy!"
"No? Have you had anybody suck your nipples before?"
"Stop talking like that!" she said again, pushing harder against his chest as he raised her and sat her ass on the pool table. "Stop talking like that and let me go! I'm not a tease or a slut!"
"If you're not a tease, you need to show me your tits then."
"Why?" she whined. "I'm not a slut, I told you. Only sluts do things like that."
"You showed me your tits last week. Does that mean you're a slut? Or are you just a tease, who shows a guy her tits once but not again? And won't let him kiss her nipples?"
He was trying to move between her legs, but she kept squeezing them closed and squirming; he still held her around the waist as she sat on the edge of the pool table, and his face was close to hers now.
She licked her lips and said, "Listen, let me go. This isn't right. My Daddy will be very angry with both of us."
"You think so?" he said. "Show me your nipple and I'll let you go."
"No!"
"Show me your nipples or I'll tell daddy that you were sunbathing naked."
He tried to pull the strap off her shoulders again and she pulled his hands away.
"Nooooo," she whined. "You can't do this," she said, and kissed him briefly on the lips, an electric hot moment that made him gasp, and then pushed him away. "And you said you can see them already, can't you?" She leaned back on her arms so that her breasts were better displayed.
"I want to suck your nipples," he said and began kissing her throat and cleavage. She exposed her neck to him, submissively, but tried to push him backwards again. "You can't! Daddy could home any minute."
"But you want me to suck them, right?"
She made a whining noise in her throat. "I just wanted you to look at me," she said as he kissed her neck. "Do you really think I'm a little tease?" she asked in an innocent voice. "I just want to look pretty. Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"Yeah, you're pretty," he said, straightening up to look into her big green eyes, and she kissed him again, and this time their tongues slid together. "And I'd fuck you, if that's what you're asking."
