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While the bitch is away.. [DOM + OBSCENE]

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Super-Earth
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Jan 9, 2009
Ryan Thomas woke up groggy from his nap and looked around. The house was still and quiet. Strangely quiet. He swung over on the bed and cupped his head in his hands, trying to clear his head. That's right -Mary was gone; that's why it was so quiet. He exhaled, she had gotten a call from her sister asking them to help her move. Ryan had never liked the woman (it was mutual) so he refused to go -this caused a fight with Mary but he didn't care. He stretched and then slid into a pair of jeans that had been laying crumpled on the floor by his bed and, standing up, fastened them.

He slowly walked out to his empty living room and looked around. He'd promised he would pick up while Mary was gone, and fortunately it didn't look like he had that much to do. He walked to the sliding glass door which looked out into the back yard and winced at the thought of mowing the yard. He looked over to the neighbors' yard. The young girl who lived next door didn't seem to be around. She never seemed to really help with it came to yard work, preferring -much to Mary's annoyance- to follow Ryan around and talk to him while he did it. Mary's annoyance, of course, came from the fact they paid the girl to help out -but Ryan pointed out that she was quite helpful on everything else that didn't involve yard-work or lifting, whether picking up or other odds and ends. Ryan thought there was something ..weird.. about Mary's attitude towards the girl. Since he couldn't place it he didn't think about it, however.

Ryan was tall and well built, easily strong enough to do most of the lifting and such around the house, so it was fine. He ran a hand through his medium length straw colored hair and straightened out his tee shirt and walked into the kitchen to grab a coke from the fridge. It was Saturday afternoon -he was sure the neighbor girl would be at the mall with her friends or something -so if he was going to work around the house he'd have to do it by himself.
 
On the contrary, the doorbell rang only twenty minutes later.

Jillian was the only child in her family, at fourteen. Pouted lips, blond hair, and large blue eyes, her shape was hinting that she'd be a beautiful woman in a few years, and every guy she spoke too seemed to notice this. Except Ryan.

Her neighbor, a man in his early thirties. He was friendly enough sure, but he barely glanced at her.

Well, she'd fix that this weekend. Mary had called her from the road, deciding last minute she didn't want to come home to a mess, and the idea of her husband trying to cook was, well, frightening. Jillian was to come over a few hours each day to help clean and cook.

And Jeanie, her best friend in the whole world, had lent her something. Her secret weapon. Jeanie was older, sixteen, and very wise. Anything Jillian needed to know, Jeanie had an answer. She'd told Jeanie about her neighbor, and always, Jeanie had the answer, conveniently in a box. "My boyfriend thought I needed a skimpier one, but it should do the trick, I mean, you clean for the guy, right?" Was her logic.

Jillian stood at the door now, tugging at the maid dress. It was indeed modest for that sort of attire, leaving only a small gap of thigh visible between the black skirt and the white stockings. The apron was tied on neatly with a bow in the back, and she'd even found a pair of heels and a hair piece to go with it. she rang the doorbell, still tugging slightly at the skirt, not used to the draft.

Jeanie was always right, her neighbor wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of her.
 
Ryan had settled in to space out on TV. There was nothing on so he had turned the channel to a soft porn movie he was half watching out of boredom. The flashes of cleavage and the mood of the movie had left him slightly aroused -arousal that flew out the door when he heard the knock. He turned the channel to ESPN and then CNN to cover what he'd been watching and stood up. Walking quickly to the door he was surprised to see his neighbor Jillian.

"Uh- hi, Hi, Jillian" He had made the mistake of calling her 'jill' once -never again. His first impression was that she looked very cute in the maid outfit, and his second thought was that he didn't want to offend her by not noticing. "Hi -come in. Your outfit is very cute. Um...are you dressed up for a party or something?" he asked tenetively.

He stepped back to give the young girl room to walk in -as she walked past he couldn't help but notice her legs, how smooth and tempting they looked, and how the skirt promised, teased but never allowed him to see what her ass looked like...showing only hints that if she moved the right way maybe he would be able to see up it.

"Mary's gone for a week -so, I'm not sure if we're going to need you or not..." he said as he closed the door behind her, still not consciously thinking about her budding body in that revealing outfit.
 
"You like it? Mary said I should come for the week to do the cleaning and cooking. I guess she thinks you could use a break since you work so hard." She gave a small spin to show off the outfit, the fabric rising ever so slightly, as if to show off what it hid, but before it could go far enough she stopped. "I thought this would be appropriate, since I'm doing maid work. I even splurged on those cute heels I'd been wanting, aren't they cute?" She leaned forward as Jeanie had suggested she do, putting one leg out and sliding her hands down her thigh to rest on her knee, wanting to show off the heels. Although this had the duo effect of showing off bother her smooth legs, turned white by the stockings, and with her arms pressing her breasts together, a fair amount of cleavage.

She stayed like that, smiling up at him as she waited for his approval.


((Sorry, I didn't realize how short this post ended up. n.n; ))
 
Ryan smiled indulgently as Jillian spun around, showing off her outfit. "I do like it, it's very cute." He smiled as he noticed her cup her arms together and try to show off what cleavage she had.

Actually, he thought to himself, that is some cleavage given her age. Ryan blinked and smiled. "I must really need to get relief if I'm staring a my kid neighbor's tits" he thought to himself. "Well, that's nice -um, there's not a lot to do in the house, and you're not really dressed for yard work..." He didn't want to offend her -or Mary if she had paid her money. He didn't want to send her away, however. He genuinely liked her bright, child-like enthusiasm and innocence (even if that innocence was just of his own imagining). "Well, I'm just watching TV -you could pick up...if you have time."

He walked past the young girl and sat on the couch, leaning back against the corner of it. He grabbed his coke from the end table. "Um -forgive my laziness -but there's cokes in the fridge if you want one" he said, flipping the channel on the TV to the news -to anything that would bring him down to earth.
 
As he moved to the tv she had to struggle not to let out a 'humph.' as still not seeming to be noticed. A glance at her chest was nothing! Jeanie said he'd be practically falling over himself! Well, she wouldn't give up. She got herself a drink and one for him as well, leaning forward to give it to him, once again showing off what she had. The skirt rose in the back, and had he been behind her it would have been a full panty shot, but as it was, it was only the top of the flared maid skirt he saw.

She set her own drink aside and retrieved the cleaning materials. "I hope you don't mind, I'll run the vacuum first, to get it out of the way. I don't want to interrupt." She said as she started the machine. Every time she leaned forward to push the vacuum her skirt rose, generally not enough to see anything, but every now and then the cup of her ass cheek and a bit of white lace would make itself visible.

Once she'd finished she decided to pull a trick straight from her costume, she just -had- to get the tops of those shelves. Standing on a chair set her as at eye level, the slightest motion making her soft curves visible. She glanced back, feather duster in hand, "Am I doing alright? I'm not distracting you from your program am I?" she asked, almost hopefully.
 
He couldn't help but notice her -actually. At first he had thought she was cute but then -he wasn't sure what. He began to feel uncomfortable just sitting on the couch and he began to follow her. If she was a woman he'd have realized that he was wanting to be near her, but he couldn't get past her age. He found himself not just looking, but admiring her legs and at one point she climbed onto a shelf and he was rewarded with a glimpse of the bottom of her ass, right at the crease where at the bottom of her cheeks. "Here, let me help you down" he said involuntarily and reached up, grabbing her waist so small in his hands and pulled her down to rest in front of him.

"There you go" he said, standing there behind her -his hands remaining on her hips. He looked down at her soft hair, and her tiny body in front of him -and he was overwhelmed, he wanted to mount her. Forget age, forget marriage, forget anything -his primal instincts rearred up, telling him that she was a mating female and he was a male

He said none of this, of course -he just stood very close behind her so -so close he could feel the warm from the young girl's tiny body and held her waist in his hands.

((let me know if I went too fast here or not. If this is too soon then I'll go back and edit this))
 
((It's fine. n.n I sort of figured she'd be trying a little too hard and end up with more attention then she intended.))

She jumped slightly at the hands on her hips as she was lifted down, she hadn't realized she was so close, but she looked up at him happily with a word of thanks. That was the expression she was looking for, the interest she'd been trying to peak. Of course she hadn't the slightest clue what the consequences of that interest might have been, but she couldn't worry about what she didn't know.

After a few moments of just standing like that, possibly enough time for him to compose himself, she leaned back. Her ass pressed lightly against his groin, a few layers of fabric between them as she looked up at him, the idea being not to make the contact, but to be able to see him better. "Are you going to let me get back to work?" She turned in his arms, finally noticing something was off. He seemed... tense.

She shrugged it off, resting her hands on his shoulder, "Are you alright? You're all tense... If you want to lie down on the cough I could try and fix that." She offered, intending to rub his back to relax the muscles.
 
When she leaned back, pressing her ass against his pants and his half-erect cock, it was as if she had sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He shook his head and gave her ass a light pat which was intended to be friendly, but was far too sensual. "Ah, sorry about that ...I was just a little distracted" he said lamely -hopeing that she wouldn't ask by what.

He looked down into her eyes and smiled wanly -he saw the outline of her breast thought the fabric of her uniform as she turned to him. "I -I think that would make things worse, actually" he said trying to compose himself. "But -maybe..if you don't mind ...we could give it a try anyway" he blurted out before he could think.

Dispite himself he wanted -needed- to feel that jolt again. And it was only a massage -he was fully aware that he was turned on, but if he was laying on his back he figured he could simply cum in his pants and she would be none the wiser...

No one had to know he wanted this little girl -did they?
 
She gave a small giggle, he seemed so awkward now. She pulled him to the couch and waited for him to get comfortable face down. She made sure he wasn't looking as she raised her skirt and shifted so she was straddling him. She settled at about the waistband of his pants, rubbing her hands over the fabric of his shirt.

She marveled at the feel of his body, he seemed so strong, so solid... She scooted down on to his ass, sliding her hands up under his shirt to rub his lower back. She moved up his back, pushing the shirt of as she went. "You want to take that off?" she suggested, her hips grinding against him as she tried to work the tension out of his muscles. "Try to relax... does it feel good?" she asked, not pausing as she worked.

((Sorry it's short, HW and all.))
 
His head was reeling -"What...oh, sure, ok" he said and lifted himself up slightly and pulled off his shirt. Each stroke of her little, unskilled but enthusiastic hands seemed to go right to his crotch. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly -and enjoyed the sensations pulsing through his cock. He began to breath faster "Oh Jillian -you don't know how good that feels..."

He briefly opened his eyes and then had a wicked thought. "You know what would feel even better...? If you did that..."

With a quick move he spun around under neath her so that she was on top of his crotch and then looked up at her wickedly. He reached his hands up to her hips and looked into her eyes as he pressed her crotch down onto his. "on this side" he finished. He turned his head and grabbed one of her tiny hands and kissed it sensually before looking back up at her.

"...so how about it?"
 
"A...alright... though I don't know how much that would help." She agreed, barely noticing the forming bulge under her until she leaned forward slightly to rub his chest. When she noticed, she blushed slightly. "Ryan... you're being weird..." she mumbled, but she shook it off as soon as she had said it. She couldn't help but love the attention. And that bulge... just knowing she'd been the one to cause it... to have that kind of power over a man so much older than herself, it kind of turned her on.

Her hands started as his shoulders and slid all the way down to the waistband of his pants before she put some effort into actually rubbing along up his torso, her hips grinding against his once again. "Like this?" She asked, her fingers detailing every muscle and crease in his figure.
 
Ryan responded with a moan instead of words, his hands moving around her small, slender waist. He looked up at her -she was still so child-like, even with her breasts fully outlined by her outfit. He licked his lips and then -holding her hips firmly in his hands "that -that's nice, but you shouldn't have to do all the work" he managed to gasp out.

He began to meet her grinds with his own thrusts, and began to guide her movements. He moaned again with pleasure -he had expected her to run but instead...this.
 
Up until then, she could brush everything aside, it was just a massage after all. but with him moaning like that... actually thrusting, it finally dawned on her what she was doing, and more importantly, where it was leading her. A shiver of pleasure ran through her from his motions, but she'd paused, a little freaked out by the whole situation.

Then again, at only fourteen, to be able to catch the interest of an older man so thoroughly... and Ryan of all men... To steal him away from his wife... Her hips began to move again, her hands running over his chest as she thought it over, trying to get used to the idea and decide if she actually wanted to do this. Ran would stop if she asked him to right? And she couldn't blame him for any of this, she'd done everything she could to get him like this, whether it was her intention or not. It took two to tango right?

But then, it felt good... and everything about it just seemed so perfect. She liked Ryan, and she trusted him. If she was going to give up her virginity, why not to him? And to get him to do it, to steal him away from his wife like this... she felt sexy and powerful. At fourteen thoughts of what it could do to his marriage, what he could end up doing to her, none of that occurred to her.

Instead her motions became more enthusiastic as she let herself move forward , pressing her chest against his as she kissed his jaw line tentatively.
 
He reached up as she began to kiss his jaw and cupped her head in his hand and pressed his lips to hers. Her lips, her face were still so childlike -and in his hieghtened state of arousal that actually urged him on. "Damn, you're a sexy little girl -you're the sexiest little girl -you know that?" he said. As he talked he moved his other hand from her hip under her dress and over her tiny, firm litte ass and cupped it, looking into her eyes.

He kissed her passionately and for a moment simply enjoyed the feeling, the sensation of having the young girl's crotch rub against his cock and then the orgasm simply didn't happen.

He didn't mind, he laid beneath her, rock hard and sensitive. He felt as though every nerve was alive, and there was no wife, there was no age, there was nothing except this cute, enthusiastic young girl. Very young girl. He swallowed and then moved his hand from her ass down her smooth thigh and finally he found her hand, which he grasped.

He looked into her child-like eyes and smiled "I need to know something..." he said "...I need to know if this is what you want. If we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop at all." he reached his hand up and brushed back her hair and smiled "if you want to stop, or if you want to do something else -I won't be mad. But you have to tell me."
 
"I..." She looked away, thinking it over. She liked being called sexy, even though it was a bit odd. But he was married, and he seemed willing to go all the way... She didn't know if sh really was ready for that.

"I wouldn't mind going a little further..." She said softly, "But I don't want to go all the way.. not yet..." She moved her hand down, resting it over his erection, "I shouldn't just leave you like that though... right? What can I do?" She asked. She knew a little bit about sex from Jeanie's stories, but none of it was first hand. She waited for an answer as she rubbed him through the fabric of his jeans, mostly curious of what was under them. She'd... never actually seen one, and she couldn't help being curious.
 
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