Reasons why children shouldn't be left home alone.

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When left to their own devices, children, seemingly sweet and innocent, are capable of such wicked things. This is because they either don't know the difference between what is acceptable and what isn't or are simply don't care (lacking that sense of responsibility that adults are often burdened with).

Taking this into consideration, it's amazing that Elaine was left alone for the week-end. Sure, she was seventeen (plenty old!) but the girl was such a terrible flirt. I guess it was because her parents didn't know this that they felt comfortable leaving her at home. Especially when everyone perceived her to be the ideal child; the young adult they wanted their children to grow up to be. She kept herself clean, wore modest clothes, and had a sophisticated way of carrying that small frame.

And still... somehow worked it. At a meager 5' 2" she made herself seem taller. Choosing skirts that made her legs seem so long, the heels helping out. The shirts were often thin and, while they made sure to cover everything, they also hugged every curve so sensually. Her hair was dark, chocolate locks that she chose to keep long. Those dreamy eyes of her were cold and blue while her mouth was a pinker mulberry color, always wearing a positively delicious kiss. That skin was a contrast to her hair, milky and blemish-free, she kept it well.

Today she wasn't doing anything too bad, so perhaps it was alright that they chose to leave her alone. She sat in the recliner in front of the television in a leisurely manner, head on one arm while her legs were kicked over the other. Elaine had a bowl of grapes resting on her bare stomach (as she was alone, the girl -a repressed exhibitionist by nature- wore only some small white shorts and a lacy lavender bra), popping one into her mouth as she watched some funny show or another.

 

[Ronin]

Allen stretched his arms, just as he rose out of his white convertible. Slamming the door behind him, the house before him belonged to one of his closest friends and even though normally he did not tend to do favors for people Mike had always been an exception. He was just supposed to pick up some papers and drop them in the mail and he knew how Mike left urgent things for the last minute but if Allen needed anything he knew he could count on Mike to grant it if he could.

Allen was somewhat of a lazy person whom would always be found in his house, slouched on to the couch with a can of cola, staring on at the tube. Yet amazingly he had always managed to keep his tummy flat, doctors described it was due to a high metabolism system he had, still he would always keep an eye on what he ate. He stood at 5 foot 11 inches, his height was not a great thing since it was average in his work place, his steel blue eyes and brunette cropped hair was somewhat of an unusual look.

As he stood right next to the white door, his thoughts were of Mike's daughter Elaine, as wrong as it was, he found her attractive and some times some times found himself staring at her a little too much. And even wondered if Elaine at times was purposely flirting with him at the age of 35, his love life was pretty dead and he was not one whom could really tell the difference of some one flirting with him or whether it was merely an accident.

Shaking his head a little, trying to dismiss these thoughts, his hand rose, clenching into a fist. He lightly knocked on the door, his eyes wandering over to the garden to keep himself occupied, Mike had also let him know one very bad detail, that his daughter would be there today alone, as if things weren't hard enough for him.

 

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Her father was such an airy fellow. He would push things off until the last possible minute, after which he would then see if he could milk a few more precious seconds of not doing anything productive. So he'd apparently called Allen, knowing the fellow would do it, and scooted forgetting to tell his daughter that he'd be dropping by. Not that it would have mattered, really - could have possibly made things worse. Ah, but she really did her best when thinking on those dainty feet.

"Come in," she called nonchalantly, that blue gaze of hers focused on the television, as she figured it was nothing more interesting than some school friend dropping by. Elaine sighed, knowing that her small voice never carried past that heavy wooden door, and set that bowl of grapes down on the coffee table as she slid her legs off of the arm of the chair and stood into a stretch. "Coming," she called louder so they wouldn't run off, thinking no one was home.

As casual as she was that girl turned the knob and opened the door. "Hull...oh!" It was really amazing the change that took her when she saw Allen standing there. She'd looked somewhat sleepy and, in an instant, was suddenly beaming. "Allen! What ever are you doing here?"

 

[Ronin]

Allen was startled to find Elaine in just a bra and a small pair of shorts. He took a few moments to get his thoughts together. Before he managed to utter out. "Mike, umm your dad forgot to give me some papers..." He said, his face had turned quite red. This was not the way he planned for things to go about, it was just a quick pickup and drop off. He slowly peered inside, glancing from one side to the next, to see if the papers were atleast in sight. He did not really want to start a search with Elaine in what seemed to be her lingerie. "If you want I can let you um cover yourself." He said, mentally slapping himself, cover yourself sounded so stupid but he could not just take back what he said.

"So do you mind if I come in? I won't be a second once I find those papers I ll be out of your hair." He said rather softly. Managing to get some kind of composure, hopefully her father was organised enough to leave the envelope somewhere Allen could find it. As he spoke his eyes seemed to have a mind of its own running over every curve of her nubile body, very slowly. As if it were trying to memorise how she looked in her lingerie. Allen's love life had been going through a rough patch so something as taboo as this, a girl whom he saw as his daughter, was clearly turning him on, he squirmed somewhat trying to hide a bulge which threatened to show.

 

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"Please," she said, rolling her blue eyes, "this is home. I'll where what ever I want or don't want. Besides, I am covered." By the very basic definition, sure she was. By society's norm? Not so much. Still, she had him beat with technicalities. She was sure it wouldn't have taken much convincing for him to accept this anyway, as his face was such an extreme shade of red. "Come on," she cooed, patting a chipper hand to his cheek, "don't be like that. If I know my father they're either neatly bound together and ready to be picked up on the counter..." her voice trailed off as she walked into the kitchen and saw that it was bare. "Or!" And she motioned for him to follow her, "They'll be sitting right next to the printer if they're what I think they are. Enough time to print them and scribble his name before rushing out of the door, I guarantee it."

Elaine opened the door to the computer room and smiled, the papers lying slightly askew next to the printer. "Do these look right?" she asked, walking over smoothly and picking up three sheets, holding them out to him. It wasn't entirely lingerie that she was in, but it left no room for imagination, those small white shorts of hers hugging to every curve while she remained topless except for that bra.

Leaning against the desk, she folded her arms in front of her, observing Allen as he stood there. He was so flustered, what with his pink cheeks and all of that fidgeting, fumbling over his words. An awful smiled curved the corners of her lips as she admired him, liking how neat he kept his hair and the cool tone to his eyes.

 

[Ronin]

He could notice her sarcasm from how as she put it, how she would be wearing what she wanted, even though for Allen he found it rather hard to believe her items of clothing to be anything other then lingerie, he believed in society's ideals to some extent and also followed his own moral ideals as well. To see her like this as much as he hated to admit was very much to his liking, he decided to keep that bit to himself as he felt her brush her soft hand over his cheek. But he nodded silently following her over to the kitchen to find it quqite empty. He shook his head as he grinned to himself, it was so like Mike never to keep anything important in an easy place, it was like Mike wanted Allen to work to find it.

As he continued to follow her towards the room, his eyes having a mind of its own once more as they followed over her rearside as it wiggled from on side to the next. As he squinted a bit, taking hold of the document, he felt a sudden volcano erupt as his eyes quickly scanned through the document, any thoughts which he had before had gone out the window. "These aren't the right ones, are there any other papers he had printed?" As he asked he noticed a large pile of papers standing over against the wall like a small tower. He was getting even more flushed because he could feel her eyes on him and he knew that they were both going to have to go through the whole pile which was going to take quite a while.

His shoulders drooped as he turned to face her once more. "Um I guess we should be going through all those papers, I need to hand it in in about 5 hours." He said, exhaling harshly as he gazed on at the pile wondering the best way to start. He also wondered why he had just mentioned to her how long he had before he had to actually deliver the documents, he could have just told her he was in a hurry.

 

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"What a shame," although it didn't come out sincere. Quite the opposite, Elaine sounded like she was more or less pleased that they were the wrong papers. She took them back and set them next to the daunting stack that awaited them. She went over it in her mind about it a minute, an index finger held cutely to her mouth in thought, before sighing.

"Alright," she said, cutting the pile, "Here's what we'll to - you take that half and I'll take this." He was bumbling like some school boy and Elaine was hit with an urge to elevate his uneasiness. Elaine lifted herself to sit on the desk in one movement, her legs dangling over the side. "We'll just make those three sheets the discard pile, mm'kay?" She looked at the top page of her pile, decided it wasn't it, and set it with the others. "You've still got five hours? This shouldn't take nearly that long," she noted, another page set aside, grinning to herself. Why did he feel the need to tell her?

Another few papers were rejected and she leaned over to the side, watching him as he sorted. "Ah, all I've found so far are goofy print-outs that I know aren't work related. I've found something that looks important, thought. I'm not exactly sure what you're trying to find, tell me if this is it." She held it out so he could see, knowing full well that it wasn't what they were looking for. If it wasn't on the counter and it wasn't right next to the printer, that meant he had found time enough in the last minute to do it himself. It was typical of him not to say anything to anyone, feeling things had a way of sorting out.

Still, the opportunity didn't roll around just every day. If she had anything to do with it, Elaine was going to keep things going for as long as she could.

 

[Ronin]

Allen thought he heard a slight insincerity to the tone she took, but thought nothing more of it, as his mind was quite occupied by both the sexy pose she had just holding a finger to her mouth as well as the thought of spending hours trying to go through dozens and dozens of papers with her right there next to him.

"That sounds like the fastest way to finish this off." He said, he felt quite uneasy because he had even go as far as told her how much time he had left to actually take the document. He perked his head up to gaze at the paper, she lifted up to show him, his eyes widened as he noticed the text written on the document that. It was a daydream he had foolishly written down very lewdly about her, luckily he had not written any names. But he did not know how it had ended up there.

His face was now flushed as he thought of a way to get it off her. "Um yeah it's not important at all, here I ll throw it away." He stammered, reaching forward to try and grab a hold of it somehow.

 

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The way his voice wavered - ah. That was what brought him down. She wouldn't have thought anything of it if he'd just shrugged and said, "Nope." The paper would have gone neatly onto the stack of the other print-outs that were discarded, where he could have picked it out later, no questions asked. But here he was, almost frantically grabbing at the sheet.

"Tut tut," she hummed lightly, "I don't think so. You're not getting it back that easy. Now... what've we got here?" Elaine leaned back away from him as she quickly scanned the paper to see what it was. It only took a few keywords for her to realize what it was. There were no name, but it was certainly sensuous material. "My goodness, Allen! How did this piece get in with the rest of your stuff? This doesn't look like work notes to me." The girl was quite infatuated with him and had been for quite some time. Opportunity was knocking, and she didn't plan on letting it go.

Still leaning back in nothing but her shorts and bra, she held the paper to the exposed table behind her as she sat, forcing him to lean over her as he grabbed for the paper. A quick little finger was slipped into the collar of his shirt, sort of holding him there, wanting so badly to pull him in already. "Care to explain yourself?"

 

[Ronin]

His frantic attempts to grab the paper was in vain as she backed away and then if things weren't bad enough already for him, she begin to quickly read through it. Finally when she asked about it, he knew he was in trouble, as there was one thing about him which everyone hated was that Allen was a bad liar. And when he did try to, it was so obvious to everyone, he was lying.

"I wrrrotee it for fun...." He sputtered out, scratching his head, he loosened his tie a bit, as he felt beads of pespiration form on his face, he gulped when he realised that her finger was on his shirt. He could not sit still, his eyes moving from side to side.

Until he could not take the intense heat any longer and basically shouted out. "It was about you! There happy, I said it! Now please can we get on with the paper search...." The other part about him was once he told the lie, no matter what it was regarding, the guilt would eat him up so quickly, he never could do it for very long.

 

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That peculiar smile stained her lips. It wasn't quite a smirk - just pleased. Very, very, very pleased. Her cheeks took on a pinker glow, feeling quite warm as she lightly held him there.

Her movements weren't rapid. She didn't want to strike too suddenly and scare him away. Instead she was trying to ease him into this - get lost in some slower, serene tranquility. And there he was, sooo close, she was ready to taste him. Those pretty lips of hers were right there, her warm breath hitting him - and she was breathing quite shallow.

"Actually," she said smoothly, "I am happy." That head had dipped, her chocolate locks giving a bounce as she began paying attention to Allen's neck. She didn't make contact with it, yet - not with that sweet mouth of hers. Instead the hand that had previously held the paper was getting to explore. She left it. If he wanted to take that sheet and keep those fantasies in that irresistible head of his then she would allow him to do so without another word. But something told her that he might prefer the real deal instead. So she wasn't worried when she lifted that hand from the paper, tracing up the opposite side of his neck with a perfectly polished nail.

"I think I'm done looking for the other paper at the moment, Allen." The hand on his neck slid to clasp the back while she tugged on his collar with the other one and she lifted her head back up, pressing firmly into a kiss.

 

[Ronin]

He was caught off guard by her expression, the smile she gave him seemed to hold many hidden intentions, and that thought made him shiver lightly. He was very lost, gazing down at her beautiful face, trying to read her mind, that he had not noticed how close she had gotten until, he felt her cool, sweet breath on his face. Hearing and feeling her breathing pick up its pace, immediately impacted him. Leaving him frozen while his heart thumped furiously and his breathing had begun to get hoarse as he struggled to mutter something. He felt her breath literally move down to his neck from his face, sending small shivers along his spine as he felt a violent throbbing in his pants.

His mind had gone blank and he had forgotten for what purpose he had come here for or the paper he had tried to grab from her, as wrong as what she was doing, he could not help but get excited. Instead of pulling away, he kept his position allowing her to do whatever she wanted, that was when he felt her soft touch in the form of her nail lightly scratching over his neck.

That was when a groan which had been building up was released, at the same time he felt her pull his face towards hers, then felt those soft lips connect with his. He closed his eyes, as he traced his tongue over the soft contour of her lips, his body responding to her actions, his arms wrapping around her slender waist pressing her up tightly against him till he could feel her soft bosom pressed against his chest.

Suddenly his eyes flew open feeling a soft vibration in his pocket, it was his cell phone and immediately knew who was calling at that moment. He noticed a soft sensation against his lips and realised they were still kissing. Tearing his lips hesitantly away from hers, he pulled out his phone and pressed the answer button placing it next to his ear and hoping that she wouldn't make a sound.

"Hey Mike, I was on my way to get into my car and send those papers by mail." He said, his voice still raspy.

 

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This sweet little thing could be quiet as a mouse, even when in the middle of something so exciting. She didnâ??t want to irritate him by giggling and being annoying while he was trying to talk on the phone. It took so much out of the man to even give in, she wasnâ??t about to jeopardize it and worry him into stopping by making blatant noises. So this girl hushed up.

How fun.

It was her father, recognizing his voice faintly on the other end. Oh, if only he knew that his good friend, dear Allen, who he trusted enough to go into his home and pick up the important papers, was currently standing over his daughter as she thought of all of the compromising things she could probably convince that same good friend to do. That this very friend (who was, again, the respectable age of thirty-five), speaking with the mouth that had been kissing his daughterâ??s mere seconds before, was getting hard over his little girl. It was so sexy for her to see how coolly he answered that phone, how he handled her father, unable for her to detect any trace of panic. How she purred when she saw that feeling extra sensitive, still not making a single noise â?? merely something that was able to be felt when she brushed her lips down his neck lightly.

Sure, she was going to be a good girl and keep quiet while the adults were on the phone, but that didnâ??t mean she had to stop playing.

Elaine was tempted to urge him to stay on the phone with her father. Ohh, how that twisted girl wished that he would. She would seat him in the chair, crawl down to her hands and knees, and proceed to give him one Hell of a blowjob. How long would he make it, she wondered? Would he get too breathy and have to excuse himself moments into it? Or would he keep that even tempo? What if he got to the point of climax? Would he even be able to, or would circumstances prevent him from being able to release? Could he still keep that inconspicuous tone as he came? Such devious thoughts were constantly running through her head.

But she wasnâ??t going to do all of that to him. Yet. Instead she would stick with some mild teasing, her appetite for this man having been quite aroused. She looked so dreamy when he broke away and her head dipped, pressing a firm kiss directly behind his jaw. The hand that was hooked into his collar moved, reaching behind her back and unsnapping that purple bra. Smoothly it slid down her arms and to the floor as she leaned back, propping herself by placing her hands behind her, no longer afraid that Allen would run off if she let go. Her breasts were full, a solid curvy C, and begged for his attention as a mixture of excitement and cool nature of the room hardened her nipples.

The girl wasnâ??t shy as she reached down to find his hand, taking it firmly in hers as she placed it deftly on her chest, both for a strong desire to feel his hands all over her, and curiosity to see how he would react. As she sat there on the desk in such an embrace, one foot hooked around to playfully rub at his leg, trusting and leaving his hand on his chest so she could go back to comfortably propping herself up, and nodding back in to working a kiss deep into the manâ??s neck.

 

[Ronin]

Allen had never been some one whom was great at handling situations in a proffessional manner and that was the same reason why he had to attend many workshops. Since attending and learning many things from them, he never really got an opportunity to use those skills, but he had never imagined not even in his dreams of ever having this kind of experience. Sure he had read something similar in books, but that was fiction while this was real life.

It was made easy some what, since Elaine kept still. But it did not really surprise him when that moment vanished and he clearly felt those same soft lips which he had kissed, press into the most sensitive part of his body, his neck. Barely able to stifle a groan, his body moved automatically leaning harder against her, her soft breasts pressed up against his chest, while he was sure she could feel his bulge throbbing against her stomach.

Then she did something he did not expect at all, she had removed her bra right infront of him and he found himself drawn to her breasts, as he tried to concentrate on the phone call at hand. Then he felt her pull his hand outward towards her breast, placing it right on her breast, also a foot rubbing over his leg. His whole body was so close to having an explosion he even was tempted to forget the phone call and enjoy her lips and touch.

Then a voice sent him back to reality.

"Allen? I forgot to tell you don't need to hand in the paper today it's due next week, sorry for wasting your time."

He heard a voice repeat from the mobile phone, once again guilt struck him, down hard. Here he was on the verge of an orgasm from Mike's daughter with Mike on the phone. He had never even thought about what consequences he was going to face. This would most likely break any kind of friendship he and Mike had if word of this was to get out.

"Yeah I am here, it's alright Mike, I guess I ll see you in office later on.... I have something that needs to be taken care of."

He replied, rather hastily. The proffesionalism he had shown before had vanished. He would have to make a decision, he thought as he pressed the off button before turning his attention to her. "We can't continue with this, Elaine..." He whispered rather half heartedly, his body now grinding against hers, and his hand had started to massage her breast.