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When I was in my senior year of high school, a man moved into the house next to our family, and I took quite a liking to him as soon as I saw him. He was a lot older than me (in his 40's) but he was very handsome, had a great body, and the most sparkly blue eyes I'd ever seen! He came over to introduce himself a few days after he moved in, and told us his name was Mr. Walker. As soon as I saw that hot body and gorgeous eyes, I knew he was in for trouble. At that age, I was just learning the power I had over men, and never could resist a chance to use it. I flirted with him a bit while he sat and chatted with my parents, and when he was leaving I showed him to the door, and told him with a wicked smile, "We'll be seeing each other REAL soon."
A while after I first met him, I was home early from school one day, and I noticed that Mr. Walker's car was in the driveway. My parents were still at work, and I was alone at home, and feeling in a very naughty mood. I still had my school uniform on, since I knew that lots of older men were particularly turned on seeing me in my little plaid skirt and tight-fitted button down shirt (which I always wore buttoned up just enough to get away with it at school, but buttoned low enough to catch men's eyes.) I sat and looked out the window toward Mr. Walker's house, and wondered what sort of an excuse I would use when I went over to see him (as if I needed one!)
I decided I would tell him that I was baking for a fundraiser for school, and I needed to borrow a cup of sugar. I put on some red lipstick and lip gloss, and unbuttoned my shirt a little bit more, and went over to his house. I knocked on the door, and heard him moving around inside. "Just a minute!" he yelled, and I waited on the doorstep for a few moments, and finally he came to the door, dressed in a bathrobe. "I hope I didn't disturb you," I said.
"Oh, Amy, hi," he said. "What can I do for you?"
I told him the fib about baking for school, and he invited me in. I walked right into the kitchen. I had a plan. "Is your sugar up in this cabinet?" I asked.
"Yes, but it's on the top shelf, let me get it for you," he said."
"That's okay, I'll get it," I said, and I pulled a chair from his kitchen table and moved it over to the counter, in front of the cabinet. I climbed up on the chair and stood on my tiptoes, and reached up to the top shelf, making sure that my little plaid skirt raised up over my thighs enough to show Mr. Walker my cute little white bikini cut panties. I was sure he was looking, even though I was facing away from him. I turned around and said, "Mr Walker, what are you looking at!?"
He walked over and put his hand on the back of my smooth, firm, exposed thigh. "I just can't help staring at your legs, Amy. And I know you're showing them off for me. What else can you show me?"
I jumped down off the chair and stood in front of him, looking up at him with my large, dark-blue eyes. "What else would you like to see, Mr. Walker?" I asked.
"How about this?" he said, and reached up to put his hands on my perky little tits. I felt his fingers toying with the buttons of my blouse, and I let him unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. His fingers traced the outline of my lacy white bra, and my nipples got hard instantly. "Ooooh, you like that don't you," he said, letting a finger slide over the lace of my bra and gently brush over my erect nipple. "Can I see?" he asked, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra.
"Uh huh," I said, just letting him do with me whatever he wanted. I wanted to find out exactly what he wanted to do. He dropped my bra to the floor and stood back to look at my firm, round tits.
"Mmmm," he said, leaning forward to wrap his lips around my left nipple. I could feel his mouth as if it was all over my body. My panties were getting very wet, and it was all I could do not to beg him to take them off! But I was patient....
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