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Good DILF Hunting [Priscilla x Tobie Peril]

Priscilla May

Priscilla May

Open World Mistress
Joined
Nov 21, 2020
Most teenage girls slept in on a weekend day like this. After long nights of partying with friends, shopping, chasing boys, or gossip with classmates, girls Avery’s age rarely would be seen awake the next morning before at least noon. Sleeping in their beds getting their beauty rest as they dreamed about prince charming coming to rescue them from their tower, that was what Avery should be doing right now. But Avery was not a normal girl, nor did she have normal tastes...

Standing in front of her mirror, the clock read 8:00 am. And before she let another second slip by she tightened the strings of her bikini bottom, cute bows on her hips holding the string bikini to her slender teenage body. Fidgeting with the blue top on her a-cup chest she gave a confident smile, she was ready, but she needed to get into position. Any moment now those sultry sounds would be piercing her window, sounds that made her slid fingers between the lips of her sex in the early weekend mornings.

Sounds of the next door lawn mower being cranked up.

Avery’s alabaster skin didn’t need a tan, nor was she going for a swim that morning. Her agenda consisted of putting herself in position, on display, and in the right place to slowly grind down on the wills of a man. It wasn’t a peer of her’s from school next door, nor a cute college boy home for vacation. As Avery made her way downstairs and on to her back lawn, she was preparing to slip onto a lawn chair like she was a delectable piece of cake on a plate.

It was all for Mr. ____ the next door DILF. Dad bod, scruffy face, high socks, lawn cutting, cargo shorts wearing dad next door she has crushed on since she was far younger. But being a young woman in her own right she resolved herself to make a move, presenting her body to this matured man and encourage his more primal nature to foam to the top.

Laying out a towel on the chair she could hear the lawn mower starting off. It sent shivers down her spine as she lay back on the chair, slipping sun glasses on her eyes so it wouldn’t be obvious she was watching him. Then she propped up one leg and let it angle out a bit, her mound and folds covered by the blue bikini framed by her thighs and in perfect view.

Now she just had to wait for him to make a move.
 
Saturday mornings were the ones that Craig looked forward to the most. His weekdays were often spent at the office, keeping his mind focus on work while his considerably younger co-workers wasted their time on impractical activities. Saturday was the day that he got to be alone. He enjoyed his quiet rituals of cleaning and making sure that everything was in perfect order. With that said, there really wasn't much for him to do since he stayed relatively neat throughout the week. Craig often ordered take-out, a major contributing factor to his large and round body, so he didn't have to worry about dishes or stocking his kitchen. He had no wife, girlfriend, pet, or any other creature that could make a mess of his life.

The one thing that Craig did have to keep a constant check on was his lawn. He took immense pride in keeping his lawn in excellent condition. From cutting, weeding, and watering it was a lot of work, but it made him feel accomplished.

The large man entered his backyard, a large mug of coffee in his hand. Placing the mug down for a second, he took the cover off of his lawnmower; it was several years old, but he found that it was still working fine. He powered it on with little trouble and began working on his lawn. This Saturday was going to be like every other one: simple and perfect.

That is, until this very moment where it gave a sputter of the motor and then nothing.

"Jiminy Cricket," Craig muttered in frustration.

It was then that Craig realized that the lawnmower had no gas. It all came back to him; last week, he remembered that he used up the rest of his gas supply and made a mental note to get more. However, Craig was a very forgetful man, so it was likely that when the thought entered his mind, it disappeared as he continued through the day. And now he was paying for his forgetfulness. He looked out at his lawn, irritated by how tall the grass had gotten in over a week.

As he was prepared to go inside, he looked over at the neighbor's yard. There, he noticed Avery lying on a towel, her body soaking in the sun. He didn't know Avery on any personal level--in fact, he knew none of his neighbors very well. The last thing he wanted to do was to call out to the neighbor's kid for a favor, but he couldn't stand having his grass like this.

"Hey Avery," Craig yelled, assuming that the girl was sleeping. "Avery! Do you have gas! Or do you know if your dad has gas!"
 
The first moment he locked eyes on her she moved as planned. Her knees would drift apart, opening the frame to the bikini covered mound laying between her thighs, as well as her bare flat tummy that ran up to her breasts. She would smile, tipping up her sun glasses to make eye contacts, making herself as alluring as possible to the older man. She hoped the rest would be handled by the pent up and primal urges of the middle aged man. Yet as she presented herself to him, looking delicious on a lawn chair on a bright and sunny day. She was met with a peculiar request.

“Uh... Gas?” She sat up, flat stomach hardly had a wrinkle or roll in it as she scratched her chin nervously. There didn’t seem to be an ulterior motive to him asking either, he was really serious. It wasn’t like a “oh hey can you bring me a cup of flour and meet me in my kitchen with it” sort of request. It was just literally... gas.

“Um uh... I think he does... one second.” Avery sounded a bit disappointed that it had come to this, bur never the less she committed to making the best of it. Getting up from the lawn chair she jogged across the grass on the side yard and to the garage, making sure to give herself some bounce as she went, hoping to keep his eyes on her the whole time.

A few moments later she would return, carefully carrying a red tankard in both hands in front of her. She had a bit of a disgusted face on her, the smell was horrendous. Yet it was what a girl would do for love.

Walking up to Craig she sat it down next to his mower, but only after turning away from him and bending over at the hips. Taking her time she unscrewed the lid, legs shoulder width a part as her ass pointed directly at the man just a few feet away. Surely this would get his attention.

“Here you go...” a sultry voice came from the girl as she kept herself bent over, looking back over the shoulder at Craig.
 
Craig was very relieved to hear that the neighbors were able to come to his (and his lawn's) aide. His eyes lit up as he watched the small neighbor girl carrying the red tank full of gas. He was also impressed that she was able to carry it without having to stop; he figured that a scrawny girl like her wasn't used to this kind of labor. To be fair, kids these days weren't used to hard work in general.

When Craig looked over at the young girl bent over, he felt a small twitch within his lower region. There was something different about Avery that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He wondered if she recently got a haircut or if she had grown an extra two inches without him noticing. The way she stood looked as if she was presenting herself to him, but found that impossible. When he traced his eyes down from her behind down her legs, that's when he noticed the gas can again, causing his face to light up.

"Thanks, kid," Craig said in a light voice as he moved to grab the can. His attention was once again on his lawnmower. He inhaled the gas fumes, enjoying its pungent smell. To him, it reminded him of hard work and The American Dream. He quickly looked over his shoulder, seeing the girl was still there.

"I'm surprised I didn't see you on your phone," Craig said, trying to make conversation. "Thought you kids were addicted to that. With your dancing clock apps or whatever they are."
 
Avery puffed out her cheek as he called her kid, crossing her arms in front of her tight bikini top. She of course a few moments later ensured that she was pushing out enough cleavage to make him curious, her arms framed under her small tits to make them bulge as much as they could.

“You’re welcome Craig...” she said his first name in such an unnatural and sultry way, awkward coming from a girl so much younger than him. Yet as she swayed back and forth where she stood, bouncing around and watching him fill up the tank of the mower, she tried to make herself look as interesting as possible.

She wondered just why Mr. Smith smelt the gas before putting it in and how she felt that was attractive. Yet standing there her abdomen twisted and churned with the pounding of he ovaries as the young girl stood around in her bikini.

Soon enough he gave what she hoped was an opening, mention in his own cute dad words “tik tok”. Avery had a bright idea.

“Oh you mean tik tok?” She brightly smiled as she took a step closer.
“I actually have been practicing a dance for a tik tok I am going to do, want to see?” Avery grinned. She bounced with an 180-degree turn and pointed her ass to Craig. Soon her hips bounced from one side to the next, legs kicked out before she leaned down till her hands touched the ground and slowly traced her body upwards. The entirety of this rather unchoreographed and sexual dance she kept eye contact with crag, spinning around and shaking her torso to where her little breasts had just a bit of jiggle.

“See! How do you like it?” She grinned as she did a bit of a “ta da” hands shamelessly in the air and wide stance.
 
Craig didn't know much about modern dancing or the latest trends, so he wasn't sure what to make of Avery's routine. If he was honest, it all seemed like a bunch of sporadic movements. However, there were a few moments where his eyes lingered; he noticed how small and tight her body appeared. There was an unconscious movement in his pants. Craig noticed this and his eyes became as red as a tomato.

"That's what you kids call dancing," Craig said with annoyance in his voice. "What has your generation come to where a little booty shaking is considered a dance. Let me show you what real dancing is."

Craig moved closer to the girl, throwing away his daily routine. His lawn could wait a few more minutes while he educated Avery about what proper dancing is.

Craig placed his rough hands on the girl, one on her shoulder and one on her lower side. The moment he touched her gentle skin, Craig froze for a second. He looked down at her, truly noticing the lovely young lady.

"Place your hands on my sides," Craig told Avery, avoiding eye contact. "Now just follow my lead."

Craig held onto the girl gently as he swayed back and forth.
 
His rough hands took her by complete surprise as the one rested on her bare hip. She could feel her young ovaries bursting with energy as he pulled her closer and began to sway with her. Perhaps her plan was working after all, and her goal was in sight. The bikini clad girl did as instructed, slipping her hands on his sides as they began to dance. It was something like from a prom in her mind, a slow dance that had a wholesome fee to it. Almost like she was Mrs. Craig on their honeymoon, a girl could dream.

Pretty soon her nervous expression melted into a smile, holding him tightly and rubbing her hip against his hand invitingly. It was a small subtle movement, letting his fingers graze her skin and then the string of her bikini. Should he pull the knot out here and now she would have melted, but accepted her fate. Soon she even began to pull herself in closer, until her small body slid against his, her bare abdomen pressed against his sweaty t-shirt and navel touching a promising bulge in his pants.

Her hands moved up his back, until out from under his arms she threw them around his next and lay against him as they danced. The lawn their only audience as the morning sun crept over and made her skin glisten.

“Mr. Craig you were great with the ladies back in the say weren’t you?” She deviously smiled as her chin rested against his chest.
 
Craig was humming to himself as he swayed the young girl in his arms. He looked down at her as she pressed herself against him. The image of the young innocent neighbor girl appeared to melt away, slowly revealing the image of a young woman. He was so worried about keeping his thoughts straight that he almost didn't hear what she asked him.

"What? I mean, I had some moves back in the day. But that was in the past; I doubt girls like that wouldn't give me the time of day now, especially with them so concerned about getting likes on their phones."

Craig had no idea how tongue-tied he sounded when he spoke. He had become very self-conscious of the bulge that had formed in his shorts, pressing itself against the young woman. No, he corrected himself, she's a young girl. Once she notices, she'll freak out, tell her parents, and I'll be going straight to jail. God damn kids.

Because Craig was so busy with his thoughts, he hardly noticed that they were swaying away from the concrete and moving towards the grass. It was a very slight change in elevation, but it was enough to catch Craig off balance. By the time he noticed, his body went into panic mode. His hands balled up into fists, pulling back trying to catch himself. What he didn't account for was that his thumb was thoroughly wrapped in the string of the girl's bikini bottom, and the force he used to break his fall had pulled the string completely undone.

"Sorry about that, Avery," Craig said as he caught himself from falling. He turned to look at the girl, who appeared on top of him, getting a good eyeful of her nether region. Craig's face went bright red as his body stiffened.
 
Avery was so close to what she wanted, their bodies so close, dancing in the middle of the morning in their yards. There was little concern in her mind about being found out, her young hormones had a singular goal. As they swayed even she did not notice that they were nearing an impending fall, her arms caressing his neck and her body pressed so close to his only worsening her own balance as they began to pass equilibrium and plummet to the ground.

The circumstances of their fall were not immediately evident to Avery either, a small girlish scream as she feel to her knees right above Mr. Craig and the suddenness of their new situation a bit overwhelming. But Avery was not complaining about their new position either, her body so close to his as he lay flat on the ground, she almost wanted to instinctively mount him here and now, her hormones pounding with sheer eagerness and desire to mate with the older man.

It was not till a slight breeze across the uncut lawn did Avery notice a bit of a draft around her own cut lawn. One half of her bikini bottom dangled untied and open, folded down and showing half of her crotch area, bare and blushing in front of Mr. Craig’s face. Instinct was beginning to take over, her mind wanting to cover herself up, even her hands had begun to move. But Avery soon regained control of herself, despite her blushing and adolescent embarrassment she left her exposure continue to further her goals, instead putting and hand on Mr. Craig’s arm compassionately.

“Are you ok Mr. Craig?” She tried to add on her own teeny sultry voice, pretending not to notice he had half a view of the target.
 
Craig wasn't sure how he should answer Avery's question. Sweat was flowing down his forehead like a river as he felt Avery touch him so gently. He couldn't keep his eyes from glancing down at the young girl's exposed crotch. He was sure that any other young girl would have covered herself up again. The situation was becoming more confusing by the second. And it didn't help that he was feeling his dick harden.

"I'm, uh, I'm-I'm okay, Avery," Craig stammered.

Craig moved his torso up into a seating position, Avery still holding onto his arm. He was a bit surprised by how light she felt. He looked down at her, feeling her body pressing against his crotched. Part of him hoped that she didn't notice, but there was something deep inside him that wanted her to feel him. It was as if a primal voice was telling him to make this young girl his own.

"Are you okay, Avery," he asked, his voice a little low. "You took a bit of a spill there."

He moved his free hand to grab the string to the young girl's bikini. He placed that hand against her waist, trying to cover her up again. However, instead of returning her modesty, Craig's mind became a little more lustful as he got even harder.
 
As he placed a hand on her bare waist, untied portion of her bikini in his other, the pace of her heartbeat quickened. Her eyes flashed as she watched his delay as a single lip of her labia lay exposed and he took his time nearing the strings together to refasten her bikini bottom. Perhaps he sensed what she had, maybe he was getting the same feeling. Hormones being what they were she would no doubt be giving off pheromones, flowery scents wafting into Mr. Craigs nose.

Of course as he hesitated to return her modesty, Avery only smiled. Not rushing him, not covering herself, simply sitting on her knees in his lap. What he sees of her is all intentional up to this point. Placing both her hands on his shoulders she kneaded them for a quick moment, taking a deep breath in and smiling.

"Of course, I'm doing great. How are YOU?" She placed awkward but special emphasis on her tone.

Below her visible labia was blushing.
 
Craig let out an exacerbated sigh as he felt his young neighbor's hands on his shoulders. He looked up, eyeing her her chest for a moment. He then looked up at the girl's face. He could feel his heart racing, and he didn't have any spare heart medication on hand. Testosterones was flowing though his body as if he were a young man again.

Craig tried getting himself up, but only lifted his head high enough to place his lips on Avery's. He took in her sweet, young taste. The sensation caused to to become harder. He allowed himself this lustful moment with the neighbor girl. He could see himself forcing the young girl on his freshly mowed grass, violating the place where she was also freshly mowed. Then he remembered that this was a young girl; the last thing he wanted was some lookie-loo to act as the "woke police" as say he was having his way with a young girl.

"I think that's quite enough fun for one day, Avery," Craig said, pushing away from the lip lock. "If this is the kind of thing that happens, maybe you should be more careful. And wear something that's more modest. There's a lot of creepy old guys out there."
 
The sudden flush of her face as they locked lips was intense the heat welling up in her body would even eclipse the sun, or so it felt to the young girl as the much older DILF stole a kiss. What did any of this even mean? Was she winning? Did all those wet dreams she had for years of staring down at Mr. Craig in his yard as she played with herself in the window finally come true? Here she was in his lap, and his lips were wet and pressing against hers. Aside from pulling away from their embrace, he made no attempt to resist.

Though his suggestion for modesty did seem lame, but was it some sort of obligatory response? Avery did not at least intent to let the opportunity go to waste, she pushed her self up, going from slightly in his lap to fully straddling him on the lawn. Her bikini bottom opened up some lore, should Craig look straight down the crest of her lips would easily be seen for full affect.

"I... I... I... I ddddon't mind if you don't!" She squeezed her thighs together on him as if to beg him not to go.
 
Craig inhaled suddenly as he felt Avery shift her body down to his crotch. He could feel her through his shorts. Sweat was dripping down his hot face. As he awkwardly tried to sit himself up, his eyes got a good sight of the rest of her lower body. He had not seen such a clean pussy since when he was a young man looking at Playboys when the PC-police didn't care about how much a woman was showing. The old man was awkwardly sitting up as he reached to balance himself, his open palm landing on Avery's young, tender ass. He grunted a bit, as he was properly sitting up, looking at the girl on his lap.

"I still need to mow my lawn," Craig answered.

While his mind was filling with fantasies of himself taking advantage of a girl like Avery in his younger years, he had a schedule to follow. He was to mow the lawn, balance the checkbook, and then watch football for the rest of the afternoon. Even though he wanted to plow Avery, his own lawn needed some plowing of its own.

"You wouldn't want to get intimate on a lawn anyway. And especially with someone as old as me. I hope we can stay good neighbors." It hurt Craig to have to hold back his lust, but his duty was calling him. His hand was still firmly placed on her ass as his cock was practically kissing her crotch through his shorts.
 
A swift red ran across Avery's face at the suggestion of being intimate on the lawn. While in her mind the answer was not only yes, but hell yes did she want to, her lips and t ngue were not quite making out the words. Instead she sat there in the older man's lap, bikini half open and arms around his neck as she so desperately wanted to be bred by the older male.

"I uh, I no I mean yeah, well uh..." is all that came from her babbles as her hand moved to twist strands of her blonde hair. She couldn't quite convey what she wanted, despite how slick she knew she was getting between her own legs. In all honesty in the position they were on the grass it was already compromising. Which is why when she tried to come up with something to say it may not have been clear.

"Muh... muh... mow away!" She said with a bright smile. Of course the mowing she wanted was between her legs, not under her knees.
 
Craig wasn't quite sure what he should do with the young girl's hemming and hawing. He had gotten used to Avery's weight against his weight. When he heard his words, Craig understood exactly what Avery was wanting from him. He leaned in, holding the young girl in a what felt like a tight embrace. In truth, what he was doing is using her body to help him balance getting up.

"I'll, uhg, do that, Avery," Craig said as he started to stand. He looked down at the girl, offering a hand to help her up. "I'm glad that you are seeing things my way. It's very adult of you. After all, you're not a kid anymore. "
 
As he came in closer to her, Avery thought "this was it.", her juices flowing both internally and externally as she prepared to let the older male have his way with her like beasts would in the open outdoors. Something felt sexy about the freshly mown grass in her hair as he would push down on her, his already sweaty body getting oil stains and dirt on her body as he sullied her.

Yet just like a flash of these thoughts hit her, so did they disappear. Craig had left her swiftly on the ground as he rose above her, the outline of his cock clear in his shorts. Avery took that as some consolation that she had some affect on him, half dared to do the womanly thing and embrace his member with her mouth.

Craig was however, too fast in dismissing her, the girl's lips had parted ready to embrace the outside of his shorts with her lips when he stretched out a hand to help her up. She looked at it slightly teary eyed before shaking her head, too consumed by her disappointmen to hear anything about a poker game.

"No... its fine... I got it." She put a hand on her crotch to hold her bikini bottom in place and rose before Craig, slender body waving upwards with a sensual bend. She faced her bare hip to him, strings dangling by her side as she looked him up and down in hopes he would take another chance to force her down to the ground and mount her.

"Have a... good mow... Mr. Craig." She lowered her head and turned back to her own house. The girls ass swayed instinctively as she trodden off, but in a sort of defeated fashion.

"Next time..." she sniffled to herself.
 
Craig wasn't quite sure what to make of the young girl's disappointed display. She didn't sound as excited as she did only moments ago. He couldn't understand how anyone could be so sad on a beautiful day like it was today. He watched her go, his eyes drifting over to her young ass. He noticed how flashy it looked in the swimsuit. An animalistic instinct was telling him that she had good birthing hips and that he should force himself against her. Involuntarily, he placed a hand on his crotch and rubbed for a bit at the thought.

Craig went back to his duty, starting up the lawn mower. It started without much hassle now. He climbed on, taking the time to carefully cut the grass. As he did his chore, he thought back to what Avery said in their embarrassing moment: mow away. The way she left, he wondered if that could've meant something else. Although not a father himself, Craig loved Dad jokes, but he could not find what the double entendre was in the situation. He decided that there was no reason to keep worrying about it; he figured it was just a teenager thing.

--

The morning's events were nothing more than a shadow of a memory by the time the late afternoon rolled around. The football game that Craig was looking forward to watching had just finished. Every now and then there would be some beer commercial that had tall busty women in bikinis dancing along with young men. Whenever that came up, Craig would involuntarily touch his crotch and a flash of Avery came to his mind. Sometimes it was her dancing, sometimes it was just her talking, and sometimes it was her exposing her womanhood. With the game over, he flipped off the TV and started getting things ready for the night's poker game.

He grabbed an array of chips from the pantry as well as bread for the other gentleman to make sandwiches. These were men that he knew from a previous workplace. They were built similar to him. He meant to double check that he had beers cooling in the fridge but realized that he needed to locate the poker set. Instead of checking he had an adequate amount of beer for the night, he ventured into the garage and located the cards and poker chips he had been using for a few years.
 
It had been a lazy and uneventful day since Avery had her tumble with Mr. Craig on the lawn. After the defeat she had retreated to her bedroom, not eating lunch and skipping supper when it was offered not too long ago. Dressed in a extra large t-shirt and spanks, she lay on her bed moping, watching out the window of the house Next door, the house she so longingly wishes she shared with Mr. Craig the older and more mature man. Avery had no interest in boys her age, they were a waste of time. But the callused hands of a middle aged man, those made her tremble.

Watching out her window she saw the light of the garage turn on. There was clearly movement next door, the girl wondering if he was occupied or bored sitting there alone. Mrs. Craig had left already, it almost made her want to go down there and barge in. In fact what was stopping her?

Avery sat up in bed, her heart racing again as she got the idea to just invite herself over to the house of a lonely man. It would be easy, discreet, no one else would know. Maybe if those conditions were right Craig would accept her, maybe he would do dirty things to her.

Accepting this course of action, Avery sprang from her bed, tossing aside the lazy clothes she wore and standing in front of the mirror nude as she grabbed a tube of lipstick. As she held the color against her nipple, she nodded approvingly that they matched, her eyes wandering over her body as she applied it. How could he pass her up? She was a snack.

Grabbing her sexiest pair of lace bra and panties, she slid them on, hoping it would not take long before they found a new home on a new floor. With that dream in mind she selected an exceedingly tight pair of black leggings, the spandex fabric hugging her petite legs and hips so well that she almost struggled to get them over her ass. They truly left little of her shape to question, a cure white spaghetti strap blouse to top it all off.

Looking down at Craig's house, she just needed to wait for the right moment to go over.
 
It was well past dusk when Craig heard his doorbell ring, which was good timing because he had just laid out everything for the game. He was wearing a an old grey shirt that had some holes towards the bottom and loose fitting shorts. He quickly opened the front door, seeing that two of his friends were waiting for him. One was an a dark-skinned man, Barry, who was the same age as Craig. The other was a man who they had named Santa on account of how he earned extra income around the holidays. His bear was a bit scraggily, although he knew that he would have to get it fixed up soon. Both men were wearing old Red Skins jerseys, not wanting to be defeated by the new politics of the day.

"Welcome in boys," Craig began. "Beer's in the fridge. Grab one while we wait for the other guys."

"No need to tell us twice," Barry started, moving towards the kitchen. He spied the outside, noticing his friend's freshly mowed lawn. His focus was then brought to a light at one of the neighbor's houses. It was the only light that was on inside, and he could see a small, slender figure. "Lawn's looking great as ever."

"Thank you, Barry," Craig said, closing his front door. "Freshly cut. One of the neighbor kids came by to help me out too."

Craig went on to recall the events of that morning to his two friends. The way Craig talked, it sounded like a situation in a 90s sitcom, although possibly a bit more perverse. Santa was chuckling to himself, wishing he had been in Craig's position. It would be a while before Christmas where he could have his own fun.
 
Looking out her window, Avery noted the two strangers who arrived at Mr. Craig's house, disappointed in the fact she may not have them alone. The girl held her face against the window, hopes of having the dad next door all to herself dashed after spending time to get dressed so seductively. After a few deep breaths she tried to come to some form of reason, maybe these men were only there for a short while.

Her ass wagged behind her as she waited anxiously. If they did not leave what would she do? Would she just show up anyways? With all of those men there it might be awkward, but any time she had with him could be a bonus for her in the long run.

Avery resolved to give it a few more moments, hoping to see the men leave and Mr. Craig be all to herself again.
 
As the men mingled, the doorbell rung again. Craig made his way to the doorway. At the door this time were Tony and Jose. Just like the other men at this party, they were the same age as Craig and had a similar build. They both wore sweat stained shirts and sported red-hats that they knew would piss off any onlookers in the neighbor hood. The men greeted each other and then made their way to the table.

All the men sat at Craig's dinner table. He had gotten it the previous year; it was a sturdy piece of dark furniture in the shape of a circle. The men all passed Craig $50, which was their standard buy-in. He placed it all to the side as he passed around the poker chips to everyone. Just when he was ready to start the game, he took a quick swig of his beer. He passed around the cards for Texas Hold 'Em.

"Looks like it's going to be a fun night, boys," Jose said, feeling excited.

"Might be short for me," Tony said, already folding his cards. "I'm gonna make myself a sandwich real quick."

Craig nodded, allowing Tony to venture into the kitchen. He reached into the bridge for some hand and cheese. His attention was then caught by the single lit room next door. Something seemed to be moving, impatiently.
 
More had come... and something about it made Avery feel like they didn't intend to leave soon. Perhaps its what the adults call a "boys night", a group of older men gathered to slander their wives, smoke, drink, and watch football. If she didn't have eyes for Mr. Craig alone it would almost sound tempting unto itself. Avery thought for a long moment about what she should do, and if it was worth trying to peel Mr. Craig away.

After a long several moments she conceded, of course it was worth it! Her ovaries were about to explode just thinking about how he held her in the grass that morning. She wanted that again, and a bunch of old me was not going to stop her.

Swiftly she made it down the stairs, her parents hardly paid attention to her movements, which is why trying to seduce Mr. Craig was so easy after all. The small girl would simply slip out the side door unnoticed, into the dark of night in their dimly lit neighborhood. The smell of freshly cut grass in her nose, her slender legs covered in black tights carried her right to the front door of Mr. Craig's house, where two dainty raps of her knuckles would hopefully summon her love to her.

Nothing was going to stop her.
 
Barry had proven to be the winner of the first round at the table. By then, Jose had already returned to his seat and his sandwich half devoured. Then men were having causal conversation amongst one another. Before the next game started, Santa got up needing to use the can. As he walked near the entrance, he could faintly hear the knocking going on at the door.

"Craig, did you invite anybody else to the game," Santa said, pointing his thumb at the door.

"I don't know anybody else who would come," Craig said earnestly. "See who it is for me, will ya?"

Santa nodded, making his way towards the door. He was a large man, so he didn't scare easily about who would would be on the other side. When he opened the door, he had to look down to notice the small, young girl. The girl was decades younger than any visitor he would expect to visit Craig's place. He studied her body quickly, his eyes undressing her, although her clothing didn't leave much to the imagination. He inhaled the air; there was a scent that was familiar to him. He may have encountered her during his Christmas time activities.

"Looks like you got a girl scout here, Craig," Santa called out, but keeping his eyes on the girl's hips.

Craig was confused by his friend's statement. He got up from the game and made his way to the door.

"Avery," Craig asked, confusion in his voice. "Did you come to see the grass?"
 
As the door answered Avery's heart left her, the sight of the large older man was not what she was hoping for her first greeting at Mr. Craigs home. Sometime also seemed familiar about this man as she stood at the entrance, her blonde hair caught in the cold air as it swished behind her, leaving a trailing sweet scent. It was evident as well that this old man had eyes for her body as they stood silently, he hardly addressed her properly.

But soon she heard the sweet voice of Mr. Craig, her heart fluttering as a smile decorated her visage before she looked around the hulking man before her.

"Oh Mr. Craig, I uh... just happened to be walking down the street for exercise...." as her high heels, leggings, and loose blouse were evidence of. "... and wanted to see if you were busy... but it looks like you have company."
Avery was panicking about how she would salvage this, how she would get through the door. Her eyes scanned the room swiftly.

"Is that uh, poker?" She called out what she saw in the distance.
 
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