Save Hannah
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Episode 3: STREET REGAL
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 3: STREET REGAL - Savannah Scott thought she would shock her parents by coming home from college for the summer. After realizing they had gone on vacation she found herself home alone. A hunky new next-door neighbor in her sights she went all out to get his attention. Nympho at heart she was shameless in every way. With three weeks on her own she discovered Cullen McMann the challenge of a lifetime. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted. The same could be said of him! Malibu Barbie on a leash!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rough Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Don’t you hate it when annoying alarm clocks go off? 5:30 A.M. came way too early.
Hannah Scott wanted to sleep in, but found herself dragging her sexy ass out of bed. Today she was going to go running with her chiseled Godlike neighbor, the studly Cullen McMann. Groaning with a defeated exhale she slapped repeatedly at the blaring time bomb until one strike did the job.
The ceiling above became her focus for a few revival moments until she knew she was running low on time. One last burst of energy Savannah aka Hannah launched herself from her mattress and shuffled like a zombie to hit the shower. The hot water was turned down to ice cold just to get the desired result. She couldn’t decide if her shivering was due to the water or being with Cullen. His demanding glare alone felt as if he had branded her brain.
“God help me. That man has me hooked. I think I would do anything he ever wanted me to do. I’m a slut already but after last night with my old babysitter and his brother, I ... truly want to be pushed further. Lord, I hope my parents aren’t in any hurry to come home from the Bahamas. I need my freedom without them around to slow me down.”
She didn’t have much time so her freshly aroused shower and suds for scent had to be cut short. He expected her a 6:30 sharp. Hurrying, she rinsed off and trimmed her pubes into a stunning, barely visible runway. North to south. She would never let her jungle overtake the landscape ever again.
Spraying perfume and primping her hair she kept tabs on the clock. Whining at only 30 minutes left she raced to her dresser. Having unpacked finally, she located a pair of sexy white lace boy shorts which were slithered up over her hips. A dramatic pose in a rectangular mirror on her closet door, she whistled at her own curves. They were magnificent. The shorts nearly transparent, hid just enough. So erotic!
“I hope you approve, Stud! There isn’t a guy out there who wouldn’t stalk me in these. Last time I wore these on campus I had fifty guys begging to take selfies with me. I made like two hundred bucks just to pose with them. Too funny! I should do that more often.”
The top would prove more difficult. He wanted its hemline just under her breasts. That meant scissor time. Deciding on what shirt she was willing to sacrifice she chose a bright yellow shirt she often wore which fit her persona to the tease. Haunted suddenly she knew her tiny pair of scissors used to trim her pubes weren’t strong enough to cut fabric. This meant a mad dash to find her mother’s sewing kit.
Room to room she had no luck, until finding them in of all places her dad’s den. Her mom must have been scrapbooking in there while he watched a football game or something. Shirt with her, she sat down and made her surgical incisions. She wore the tight tee while snipping it straight up to get an idea where she should cut width wise. “I hope I can find this same shirt again on eBay. I hate butchering it but I do what I have to. I won’t let Cullen down.”
Once convinced she had it even enough, she began cutting around the guideline. Her perception was off a bit. In back the new hem was higher than the front. It was sexy seeing her expose so much. Final trimmings led to seeing just a smidgeon of her breasts lower fullness.
“Peekaboob!”
Time running out she left her mess on the coffee table and darted back upstairs. She needed Bobbi socks and tennis shoes. Her hair also needed to be pinned back to run without blinding herself. This led to cheap elastic bands as a solution. Her neckline was so cute when her hair was back. Rolling her fingers up along her neck gave her a chill.
“Why yes you can choke me, Cullen. I’m glad you like my throat. Kiss it while you’re at it.” She giggled, then flared her eyes mimicking that possibility. Lost for a second she heard a door slam outside. Her time had quickly slipped by. It was now 6:23. The door must have been Cullen. Socks on she donned tennis shoes and grabbed her key and wallet, totally forgetting her cell on a charger dock.
Storming downstairs she witnessed a silver Jeep Wrangler pull up to the curb with Cullen McMann behind the steering wheel. He was looking beach ready in shorts and a gold unbuttoned shirt showing off his muscular chest and six-pack glory. Across the street was another neighbor. One to who Hannah dreaded!
“Great! Shelby’s dad is washing his wife’s car. Why do old people get up before the chickens? As if I’m a chicken!”
Gazing down at her silky stomach that went on forever between tits and boy shorts she jumped nervously in step. Her high school friend Shelby Loomis was her bestie all through childhood. She really didn’t want her to hear about her slutty activities through her dad. Shelby took her faith in God very seriously. Unlike her dad luckily.
Grant Loomis was a bank manager uptown. He was washing his wife Harper’s fancy ride before she herself headed to work. As sweet as it was, that chore still gave Grant time to socialize. He and Cullen were talking slightly too loud. Was Cullen meaning to keep Grant’s attention directed this way so that he could see Hannah?
Out of time Hannah clenched her teeth and opened the front door. Stepping outside she hid her house key in a planter near a porch swing. Shivering at Grant who had immediately noticed Hannah skip down her front steps she started for Cullen’s Jeep.
“Hey there, Hannah.” Grant waved! “How come you’re not in the Bahamas with the parents?”
In looking at her his hose kept spraying. Toward the sidewalk. He had zero muscle control after seeing the girl in her skimpy attire. His interest piqued. As uncomfortable as the scene was Hannah maintained her course waving back. Not realizing that her zestful wave over her head meant exposing her right boob. He just had to notice.
“Hi, Grant. I tried to surprise my parents by coming home for a few weeks. Surprise was on me. They snuck out without even telling me. So, I’m home alone. Little ole’ me.”
Lowering her arm left consequences. The shirt became hung up on her early morning nipple hard on. In her hurry to Cullen it finally fell free. Cullen was amused. As she was three feet from hopping into his Jeep, Cullen hit the gas pedal and surged forward enough to let Grant see her full frontal without anything to obstruct his view. She squealed at his sudden departure.
“Hey! Don’t leave me.”
Cullen eyed her in the rearview mirror braking. She started to head toward him then put it in reverse to back past her. With her jaw drooping at his games she pointed at him.
“Are we jogging today or playing keep away?”
Cullen let her get close finally, although her advance was hesitant, expecting him to move again. Not this time. Holding her breath she got up into the Jeep which had the doors removed. Easy access.
“Seat belt.”
She locked herself in, the belt planted between her tits pressing her shirt inwardly for a tighter fit. Her nipples stabbed vibrantly through the yellow toy top. “Like the shirt?”
“If you wear it, you prove it.” He sneered!
Just as she was ready Cullen hit the gas and pivoted the steering wheel. He crossed the street and pulled right up into Grant’s driveway, with Grant on the passenger side of his Jeep. Hannah bulged her eyes.
“What the heck, Cullen?” She glared at him with a mentally nervous thought.
Grant stopped spraying his water and dropped the hose to the drive. Approaching the Jeep he planted his right hand on the windshields threshold and his left on his hip.
“I wasn’t aware you two had met. You’ve been at school since Cullen here moved in.”
“We met yesterday. He volunteered to keep me busy until the parents get home.”
Lowering his eyes to check Hannah out led to discomfort. He had never seen her dress this inappropriately. She trembled at his eyes looking straight at her boy shorts. She realized that her legs were probably too wide at the moment. Before she could consider closing them Cullen reached over and patted her left leg just above the knee.
“Least I could do. It is Summer, she should enjoy herself. Hell we all should.” Cullen winked at Grant who wavered his gaze between Cullen and Hannah’s lap. Cullen gripping and fanning Hannah’s leg slightly wider. Each time he did Grant noted her near transparent shorts creasing over her labia beneath. It was as if it was trying to say, “Look at me, Grant.” Hannah knew she needed to try changing the subject. Grant and her parents were pretty tight as neighbors.
“Is Shelby coming home for the Summer?” Grant hearing his daughters name diverted his gaze toward reality.
“Oh, yeah. She should be home in a few days. Shel offered her services to a homeless shelter this past week so that held her up.”
“That was nice of her. Tell her to drop over when she gets back.”
“I’ll do that.” Grant smiled, his eyes this time noting her perky nipples shredding her Fuck Toy top. “Interesting shirt there. I won’t tell your mom and dad about it.” His eyes lowered to her inner thighs. “Or the peep show.”
Cullen patted Hannah’s leg to get her attention. Glancing to her left she looked him in the eye.
“I forgot bottled water. I know your folks live off of those. Can you run over and grab us a couple for the trails?”
Hannah shivered and cautiously unhooked her seat belt. Placing one foot out the doorway she felt Cullen grip her left knee again. Her legs were wider than ever. The shorts were constricting deeper into her camel toe. Grant hadn’t stepped aside an inch. He was admiring the dampness brewing between her legs. Tiny stains revealed. Releasing her knee Hannah finished her retreat. Having to brush against Grant on the way out.
“Hurry it up.” Cullen called after her. Her shuffled pace darted into a fantasy filled run across the street. Both men enjoyed her ass bouncing from side to side. As she obtained her key hurrying indoors, Grant turned to Cullen.
“Isn’t that something.”
“Damn sexy ass, ain’t it?”
“Never once have I seen her dress like that. Did you cast some kind of Juju spell over her?”
“I’m Irish. I get lucky.” Cullen chuckled!
“I sure hope Harper doesn’t step out and see her dressed that skimpy. She might raise hell.”
“I’ll get out of your hair as soon as she comes back.”
“If this were tomorrow, I wouldn’t be sweating. Harper has to go to a seminar.”
“I can have Hannah come help wash your car. Save your suds until tomorrow?”
“I’m feeling mighty old, McMann. That girl brings back my youth. Too bad she’s my daughter’s best friend. I don’t want my kid catching wind that her dad is drooling over Hannah.”
“Our secret. I’ll make certain Hannah shuts up about whatever I make her do. I’ll buy her a micro bikini and send her over by 10:00.” Cullen insisted! “Suck it up, Oldman!” Haunted by the prospect Grant would have to go into the office late tomorrow. Resistance was going to be a bitch that he could never deny.
Moments later Hannah left her house, hiding the key again and ran toward them. Water bottle in each hand her chest bounced wildly for both men to enjoy. Hannah had come to accept that Grant wanted to witness this. As did Cullen who encouraged it. By the time she reached the Jeep she stood with her shirt again ruffled above her left breast. Her scissors had cut it slightly higher over that titty than she realized.