The Utterly Exhausting, Beguiling Cassie
Copyright© 2013 Renpet. All rights reserved
Chapter 10: Tuesday Mid-afternoon
Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 10: Tuesday Mid-afternoon - Fifteen-year-old Cassie proves to be almost more than I can handle, emotionally and physically - an overwhelming experience.
Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex Anal Sex Petting
Traffic inched along the Don Valley Parkway, all three lanes choked. The southbound lanes were almost empty. Sun made autumn leaves radiant, a breathtaking display of yellows, deep reds, and shades of orange. I saw none of it.
My daily trades had been at margin, no profit, no loss. The usual enjoyment I had for trading was pushed aside by thoughts of Cassie. I hadn't seen her since Sunday morning, her day busy with her mother. Monday I'd had an engagement with old friends. Sitting in traffic I was feeling a bit morose; Tuesdays was Cassie's gymnastics practice. I wouldn't see her.
Cars moved in a sudden spurt, advancing twenty-odd meters before stopping. Frustrations made me boil inside when I saw our traffic jam was the result of an accident on the south-bound side of the Parkway, north-bound drivers slowing to gawp at the three cars caught in a fender-bender.
"Assholes!" I yelled at the other drivers. It didn't help.
I was officially in a foul mood when I parked my Acura Vigor in the drive. Opening the front door I saw Cassie's backpack on the hall floor. My heart skipped. What was she doing here on a Tuesday?
"Cassie?" I called out, looking in the living room, dining room and kitchen. Climbing the stairs I paused at my bedroom door. My breath caught. An erection began to form.
Cassie seemed to be asleep on top of the bed, wearing one of my dress shirts and nothing else, long bare legs exposed, laying on her front. I studied how sensually the shirt-tail barely covered her small ass. Bending, I couldn't tell if she had panties on. Tossed into the corner was a pile of sweatpants, T-shirt, and blue sneakers. Ah, so blue panties. Hmm.
Moving to the side of the bed I studied her gorgeous face partially obscured by honey-blonde hair. Then I saw the slight smile; she was awake! What a minx! I grinned ... and paused. She was supposed to be at gymnastics practice. What was she doing here?
Bending, inhaling her sensual scent, I drew her hair back off her face and kissed her cheek gently. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly. "Aren't you supposed to be at gymnastics?"
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