Chapter 3

It was just 9:00 when Bob pulled up outside the Lansing mansion. There was no one in sight, and not knowing where the rear entrance was, he pressed the front doorbell. A moment later, the young girl who had hired him opened the door. She was wearing a flimsy dusty rose peignoir which gave her golden skin an unusual blushing glow. Bob's eyes roamed over her voluptuous body, accentuated by the clinging fabric. Finally he stammered:

"Good morning, Miss Lansing!"

"Good morning," she answered gaily, "but," she added, "from now on, I'm going to call you Bob, so you'll have to call me Leslie!"

"All right, Leslie," Bob smiled, his equilibrium recovered.

"Care for some coffee? I'm just having breakfast."

Bob followed her into the dining room, where he couldn't help noticing that the table was set for two. She poured him a cup of coffee.

"I think I've prepared too much... would you help me eat it? It's Eggs Lucullus!"

The mixture of eggs, mushrooms and spinach looked very appetizing, and although it hadn't been very long since he'd eaten, Bob felt tempted by the delicious aroma.

They sat eating and exchanging small talk, until it was nearly ten. Bob got up, and thanking Leslie, made his exit into the garden. The excellent meal, eaten in the company of his beautiful young employer, put him in an exceedingly good mood and he set to work with a will.

About an hour later, Bob looked up from his measuring and saw his teen-age employer standing over him. She wore a short shift, and from his squatting position, he could see right up to the thin strip of white panties covering her pubic mound. The long, slender columns of her legs were like finely sculpted marble and Bob felt a flush spread over his features. Straightening himself up, he felt ill at ease, his face was burning and he could hardly look the young girl in the eye.

"How about a break?" Leslie asked, her hand on her hip and her head tilted a little to one side.

Bob barely mumbled assent, and together they walked silently toward the wide patio. On the patio table, there was a pitcher and two glasses. She poured out two long drinks and watched Bob over the rim of her glass as he sipped his drink.

"What's this called?" he asked after a moment.

"Singapore Sling," she answered, "made with Daddy's special rum!"

"From Triangle Trade days?" Bob quipped, referring to the old method of trading used by New Englanders of buying slaves in Africa, selling them in the West Indies for molasses, and bringing back the molasses to be distilled into rum which was used to buy more slaves in Africa!

"Not quite!" Leslie replied, blushing. "This is of a later vintage, from Cuba. Pre-revolution of course!"

They were silent for a moment, and then Leslie said:

"Let's sit on the lawn!" She walked ahead with the pitcher, and Bob followed her over to a large spreading oak tree, and sat down beside her on the grass. Bob watched appreciatively as she yawned a little as she stretched out, and lay on her side facing him. Nonchalantly, Leslie sipped her drink, carefully observing him, her eyes strangely narrowed to smoky green slits.

Bob wondered just what was expected of him and he felt very nervous, sitting so close to this strange, exotic girl. Her heady perfume wafted over to him on the soft breeze... an erotic scent that bespoke mystery, excitement, promise. He couldn't keep his eyes off her legs where the mini-shift had ridden up till it barely covered the tops of her thighs. The superb line of her long legs tapered to a womanly expanse of thigh and the whole sweep from hip to ankle was exquisitely beautiful.

"I want to kiss you!"

Bob's mouth dropped open and remained there a second before he had the presence of mind to close it. He looked at Leslie's face, but her expression was inscrutable, as if not a word had been said. For a moment, he thought he had imagined it, or perhaps it was one of those strange parrot-like birds which had somehow escaped from their cages in the sitting room. He felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Again he looked at the young girl's face and this time there was no doubt as to the origin of the statement. Her lips were slightly parted and glistened moistly. Her hand toyed gracefully with the curve of her well-rounded hip.

Before he could speak, he felt her warm hand on his arm, and the teen-age girl pulled him gently over to her. His first impulse was to draw back, but her hand was still clasped possessively on his arm and her face lay invitingly close to his. There seemed to be a magnet drawing his head down to hers and a shot of exquisite pleasure darted through him as his lips touched hers. Her firm yet pliant flesh seemed to burn into his and he felt he could go on kissing her like this indefinitely. His tongue slipped out and, pressing against the unresisting barricade of her teeth, gained entrance to her soft, velvety mouth. Her tongue rose expertly to meet his and performed a sort of lewd ecstatic dance, teasing and touching his own eager organ. He dabbed at her throat, feeling the ridged roof of her mouth, the sharp indentations of her teeth, and pushed at the back of her throat. Still she sought to swallow more and more of the feverishly drubbing tongue. Bob felt the buttons on his shirt being opened and then a cool hand was resting on his chest, playing with the dark curly hair. Shivers coursed up and down his back and he almost leapt up off the grass in a convulsing reaction to the electrifying shock of her touch. Her tongue withdrew from his sucking mouth and trailed a path of burning fire along his face. Slowly she inched closer to him and Bob could feel her large, firm breasts pressing hotly against his arm. His prick was palpitating wildly in his pants and his balls began to ache from the pressure of his churning sperm.

Suddenly, her hand reached out and she touched the throbbing bulge. There was a roaring in his brain and his blood-swollen prick leapt to even more agonizing life, burning like a firebrand against his leg. Her hand never stopped gently massaging his tormented penis while her darting tongue snaked wetly down, over his throat and among the crisp hairs on his chest.

As if with a will of its own, Bob's hand reached up and found her soft, pulsing breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the smooth resilient flesh for a moment, and then hurriedly reached back and pulled down the zipper of her sheath. The brief dress fell willingly away from her tanned shoulders, revealing her lacy white bra which gleamed against the golden glow of her skin. Her heaving breasts swelled up provocatively from the lacy cups and Bob felt the moistness of his semen as it seeped impatiently from his engorged penis, egged on by her relentless ministrations. Boldly, he unclasped her bra and drew his breath at the tempting sight of her firm young breasts, sweeping upward to fiery, burgeoning nipples, jutting out from pinkish areolas.

His fingers reached out and began to tweak the already rigid buds, rolling them between his fingers, gently pulling on the tender tips, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Leslie's throat. As he felt the turgid nipples responding to his urging and with his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Bob with the force of a sledge hammer. He was actually going to fuck this voluptuous young teen-age nymph!

Guilt rose speedily inside him as he remembered all the fantasies he'd had... how he dreamt about fucking some other woman, taking a mistress... but he knew they were just dreams. No harm in them.

But the teasing, stroking that this gorgeous, half-naked teen-age girl was giving his bursting cock drove all such thoughts from his head. Now he had to have this child-woman... there was no turning back... it was too late to stop! He closed his mouth once more over the delicious firmness of her breasts and he realized that she was quivering beneath him and that her breathing was heavier.

Her shift was just a rumpled belt around her waist as Bob began to ease it down over her hips, his eyes straining for a glimpse of the secret treasure between her legs. She raised herself up from the ground, helping to free herself from the restraining garment and his eyes fell on her tiny bikini panties where he could see the golden curls of her palpitating young pubic mound twisting out from under the legbands.

As she lay there on the green carpet of grass, her butter color skin shimmering under the afternoon sun, Bob cast a surreptitious glance around him. There was not another human being in sight and the gentle slopes of the garden stretched away, broken only by clumps of bushes and trees. The draping branches of the oak spread like a canopy over them in their bucolic bed and Bob shivered, as much from the feel of the fresh air on his chest as in anticipation of what was to come.

Leslie lay stretched out invitingly beneath him, her eyes half-closed, the sun making strange patterns on her body, dancing through the leaves. A bee hummed around them and its hypnotic droning seemed to add to the state of complete mesmerization which Bob felt.

He reached out and tenderly began to draw Leslie's flimsy panties down over her satiny hips, gasping when the full vee of her silken yellow pubic hair came into view, and he began to imagine the moist entrance of her vaginal opening gleaming through the golden curls waiting for his touch. He ran his hands along the inside of her fleshy thighs, his fingertips feeling the faint film of moisture which coated her slender limbs. He could feel the inner muscles of her thigh flex against his touch and he could sense the shivers of pleasure which raced up and down the full length of her unbelievably exciting body. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her parched lips and her breath was a shallow rattle in her throat. His middle finger moved up the silky flesh until he could feel the crinkly pubic hair brushing against the back of his hand. He could see the pink flanges of her softly pulsing vagina contracting and a few droplets of her lubricating juices wet his hand as he grazed it. Softly, Leslie began to moan... low sighs of passion which made Bob realize that she was more than ready for loving.

Abruptly Bob stood and began desperately stripping his pants off. A twinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood over her, his long, thick cock jutting out like a lone tree from the dark forest of his pubic hair, the head glinting purplish in the sun. I'm going to fuck her in broad daylight, he thought becoming even more aroused at the thought.

Leslie focused her glance on the throbbing penis dangling over her and she smiled as she contemplated the ponderous girth of the bulbous head and the venous surface of the massive palpitating rod.

He lowered himself down beside her on the grass, and drew her to him, cupping the sun-warmed moons of her buttocks in his hands, and breathing deeply of her meadow-scented flesh. Her body was soft and yielding against him as he ground his mouth down on hers, locking their lips together in a bruising all-consuming kiss. Tremors cavorted up and down her spine as her fingers reached down and closed around the fleshy protuberance of his lust-engorged cock. She spread her legs a little and felt his pelvis grind against her smooth, slender hips. His belly glided against the smooth flat plane of hers and the abrasive rubbing of his pubic curls against her tremulous pussy acted as a completely new erotic stimulant. The young girl squirmed beneath him and began running her hands exploringly all over his hard body. Unable to wait any longer she lifted up and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing hard. Bob groaned with pleasure as he felt the full fleshy lips of her pussy contract around his rigid penis which felt about to burst from the pressure. Leslie's pelvis began to gyrate, swirling his cock around in an unbearable imitation of fucking, and already it felt moist and lubricated from her free-flowing juices, and the sensual aroma of her secret orifice combined with the redolent air around them intoxicated him more than the exotic drink.