WARNING: This is a fantasy story containing graphic sexual
contact between an adult male and a teen age girl. Romany does
not condone nor support the sexual abuse of children. Romany
acknowledges the rights of freedom of speech and freedom of
opinions. It is your choice to read on. If you are under 18 LEAVE
NOW!!

All names are purely fictional and any similarity to any person
living or dead is coincidental.

A Dangerous Infatuation 4: Mindy

By Romany

(M/Teenage girl)

PROLOGUE

Stephen Slade�s nymph Poppy is still on vacation in California.
She has been sent to her grandparents as both her parents have to
work during the summer holidays. He will have to wait at least
another week for his sweet young lover to return, to once again
hold her. Stephen has been unfaithful to Poppy. With a boy called
Anthony. But that has finished. So he waits for Poppy to return
and take care of his wicked needs once again. Stephen has
descended into a carnal craving for young bodies. Poppy is the
one he covets most of all. She is like a drug that he is hooked
on.

MINDY

It was early Sunday evening when the front door bell rang.
Stephen was sitting outside by the pool, having enjoyed a late
afternoon dip. He had cooked a couple of burgers on the barbecue
and munched the food with a simple green salad. Placing his gin
and tonic on the table, he put on a bathrobe and went through to
the front door. There was Alice Jessop, his elderly neighbor from
across the street, standing in the porch.

�Stephen, nice to see you again,� she crooned and without an
invitation, she stepped passed him into the room.

She turned and noted his bathrobe and then reddened at the
possible prospect he was naked underneath.

�Hello Alice, come in,� Stephen said with a laugh. �I�ve been
taking a dip in the pool,� he volunteered, hoping to remove the
awkward situation she felt she had placed herself in.

She brightened when he mentioned the word �pool�.

�Ah Stephen� the very reason for my visit,� she said cheerfully
peering up at him.

She was small but very sprightly and agile. But alas she was a
gossip and busybody. She knew everything about everybody in the
street. But Stephen was sure she was oblivious to the clandestine
relationship he had with his next-door neighbor�s young daughter;
or the teenage boy hustler he had sneaked into his house the past
few weeks. Poppy came and left through a secret gate in the fence
separating the properties. The rear of the house was secluded
from the front and there was no way of seeing into the yard
without being in the yard itself, or from the house. When
arriving home with Anthony, the mall hustler, the boy had hunched
down in the passenger seat and Stephen would drive straight into
the garage; closing the door immediately before getting out of
the car. He was sure he was discrete so Alice would be none the
wiser.

�My grand daughter Mindy is here to stay a few days with me next
week,� she said. �She�s the eldest daughter of my son Michael and
his wife Jeanne. The family are heading to Washington DC for a
few days, for a spelling bee that Mindy�s sister Pamela is
participating in. Mindy has proven to be as difficult as usual,
and has refused to go. So to reach a compromise, she is coming to
stay those few days with me. Lord knows what I am going to do
with a fifteen-year old girl out here. But then I recalled the
splendid swimming pool I know you have, and wondered if she could
use it on occasion,� she said looking at him hopefully.

�Of course Alice, no problem,� he answered easily. �But just as
long as she limits it to when I am at home though. There is a
city ordinance which requires that all children under the age of
sixteen to be supervised,� he added. �But you can come with her
if you like.�

�Good Lord no,� she chuckled. �I can�t sit still long enough.
When you are in is good enough. She�s a girl who enjoys here own
company so I am sure she won�t be a problem for you, her being
here.�

�OK. Just come over when you are ready,� he said.

Her mission complete, Alice took a long look around the room and
then started towards the door. He hoped the room passed her
scrutiny. The neighbors would soon know how he was keeping the
place tidy, being a 63 year old widower and all. Stephen laughed
to himself at her rather rude inquisitive peering around the
room.

�Well thank you again Stephen. That is so charitable of you,� she
said and moved quickly to the door.

Her mission was complete and she was keen to go. He opened the
door and she walked out without a further word and not looking
back. But he knew he would meet Mindy, as Alice would see she had
not made this arrangement for nothing. She was a stickler for
correctness and a favor requested and promised must be used. The
following Tuesday morning at about eleven o�clock, the doorbell
rang. Stephen was sitting out in the shade house reading the
paper and having coffee. It was already too hot to sit outside so
he was keeping cool inside. He went to the door and Alice was
standing there with a teenage girl who was dressed in a dark
green Taslon nylon tracksuit. She had a long mane of thick frizzy
hair spread over her shoulders, fanning out from the crown of her
head. When she looked up he noted a liberal sprinkling of
freckles on her upper cheeks. She had green eyes and a small
turned up nose. Her lips were rather thin and he was surprised at
how bushy her eyebrows were. Not a raving beauty by any stretch
of the imagination. The thought of a �Mindy� conjured up visions
of slim blond-haired California girls, but this Mindy was almost
in the �bookish� category.

�Stephen, how are you this morning?� beamed Alice.

�Alice, how are you? Come in,� he answered jovially.

The girl avoided looking at him and as Alice shuffled forward,
she tucked in behind her grandmother, finally pushing past and
walked across the living room. He stood and watched her, somewhat
nonplussed by her rudeness and impertinence at moving into the
house without further invitation.

�Mindy. Please come back here and meet Mr. Slade,� she commanded.

The girl carried onto the end of the living area and peered into
the dining room.

�Mindy,� snapped Alice.

The girl reluctantly turned and sauntered back towards them,
deliberately avoiding eye contact with either of them. When she
finally joined them she stood with an air of indifference with a
hand behind her back tucked in the band of her track pants; her
other hand holding a calico shoulder bag.

�Stephen, this is my oldest granddaughter Mindy Jessop,� Alice
introduced formally.

Stephen nodded at the girl who ignored him.

�Hello Mindy. I hear you would like to use my swimming pool,� he
said trying to be cheery but feeling a little annoyed at her
rudeness.

She looked at him sullenly.

�I s�pose so,� she muttered. �Not much else to do.�

Alice glared at her charge.

�You were the one who did not want to go to Washington with the
family so you can make the most of being with me. Lord knows it�s
not my idea of relaxation looking after a belligerent teenage
girl,� snapped Alice.

Mindy blanched at her grandmother�s acerbic admonishment and said
nothing. Stephen felt a little buoyed by Alice�s scolding of her
granddaughter. A delicate silence ensued.

�Well Mindy. I guess the reason for being here is the pool so
there�s no point in standing here wondering,� he said positively.
�Let�s go out back and I�ll show you where everything is.�

�She�s already wearing her bathing suit and she has a towel and
sun block in her bag,� Alice volunteered.

The girl walked ahead of them, intuitively seeking out the pool
access at the rear of the house. Stephen and Alice trailed behind
and by the time they went into the shade house, Mindy was already
out at the pool and feeling the water with her hand. He could
tell she was more than impressed, by the way she took in the
scene. She ignored them but clearly she approved.

�Mindy if you come in her for a second I�ll show you where
everything is,� he called.

She made every effort to delay her return so it would look like
she was making the decision to come back into the shade house,
rather than the adults requesting her. �Little bitch� Stephen
thought to himself. She stood in the doorway.

�Over here is a bathroom if you need it and there is a chest
there with the top cushions for the loungers. I have two
umbrellas in the garage for the loungers if you want. Each chair
has its own mounting bracket and the umbrellas are personal for
each lounger,� he explained. �In the fridge is soda. Help
yourself. I have some munchies inside and I�ll leave some chips
or nachos here on the table.�

She stood and listened. Her gaze following his directions to the
various items he was describing and she gave him a barely
perceptible nod of understanding. Well at least she looked at him
when he spoke; which was a change to her original indifference.
Another silence followed.

�What do you say Mindy?� Alice jogged her grand daughter.

�Thanks,� was the simple reply.

�Well, that�s all you need to know about Alice. Are you staying?�
he asked.

�Good heavens no,� the little woman came back. �I�m going back
home to finish my book.�

Stephen turned to the girl.

�Mindy. Legally I am supposed to be supervising you. However as I
suspect sunbathing is high on your agenda, I don�t see the point
in me being stuck here in the shade house. So I hope you are a
good enough swimmer that if you take a dip, I don�t need to be
here,� he explained.

She barely concealed her contempt for the comments.

�I�ve got a Girl Scouts of America Lifesaving badge,� she snorted
at him.

He controlled the urge to step across and slap her face.

�Well good then, I have no worries about you being in the pool
alone,� he retorted. �Alice�shall we�� he motioned to the little
woman to go back through the house.

�I�ve got some work to do in my study upstairs, so if you want
anything else just come and get me,� he added, looking back at
the sulky teen.

The girl showed no acknowledgment at what he had said and she was
standing with a peculiar look on her face. Alice and Stephen
moved into the house and through to the front door. He reached
past her and opened the door. As she moved to walk out, she
turned and looked up at him.

�She is a little bitch,� she said vehemently. �I could swipe the
little cow sometimes,� she continued.

He chuckled at the little woman�s aggressive comments.

�Oh don�t worry Alice. Jess and I had boys and Lord knows they
were contrary enough at this age. All I hear is that girls are
ten times worse than boys,� he chuckled. �Knowing that, I should
be prepared.�

She looked at him and pondered his words.

�Come to think of it, Stanley and I just had Michael. He was a
nerd so he brought about a different set of issues. I wouldn�t
have minded if he had had a defiant streak in him,� she offered.
�Probably why he can�t seem to control the little madam,� she
added.

He had often wondered how many children she had. For some reason
he had thought there was more than one. Stephen laughed and
ushered her out the door.

�She�s to come home by four thirty, Alice said. I won�t have her
being late as we are going over to some friends of mine for
cocktails and dinner at six so she needs to be home early to
bathe and get ready,� she explained.

�I�ll boot her out at four thirty sharp,� he laughed and swung a
foot lightly.

She chuckled.

�She could do with a good boot up the butt,� she said with a
laugh. �Oh well, thanks so much Stephen. I was despairing as to
what to do with her. You�ve thrown me a lifeline.�

With that the old girl toddled off down the drive and he watched
her looking both directions at the curb and with a turn and a
quick wave, she crossed over to her house when the way was clear.
He turned and went back inside and closed the door behind him. He
walked out to the shade house and looked out to the pool. Mindy
wasn�t there. He looked around and noted the bathroom door was
closed. She was obviously inside. He cut across the grass and
went into the garage and retrieved one of the small sun parasols
from the rafters and dusted it off and carried it back to the
poolside. �She�ll probably object to this� he thought ruefully.
�Well darn her. If she doesn�t want it she can simply move across
to one of the others.� He heard a noise from the shade house and
turned to see her coming out the door. He was absolutely shocked.
She stopped when she saw him and he took in the sight she
presented. She had on the tiniest pink bikini he had ever seen.
She had pulled the wide spread of thick hair into one ponytail
and she had the shoulder bag over one shoulder. The top barely
covered what were actually quite magnificent breast, which had
been concealed by the sexless tracksuit top. The bottom had the
smallest triangle of material, which was held up by a thin string
around the waist. Her pubis and sex was an obvious lump in the
tight costume. Stephen stood riveted to the spot; just staring.
He became embarrassed when he realized he had his mouth open as
he stared. She gave him a challenging look and started to walk
out towards where he was standing. He stared at the breasts and
the mound and she had nearly reached him when he finally composed
himself. He quickly looked at her face and she had a slight smile
on her lips and her eyes showed her amusement at him as an old
fart blowing a fuse on her figure. She said nothing and looked at
the parasol.

�Might get some rays,� she added nonchalantly and moved the
cushion off to another lounger without a parasol.

�Bitch,� he thought. �Beautiful fuckable body with a plain faced
bitch� is what he really meant.

Stephen nodded dumbly and she moved past him and bent over the
lounger and scuffled around in her bag. The rear was just as
delectable as the front and the triangle of material over her
butt was just as small as the one over her groin. As she stooped
and fossicked he could clearly see the soft curve of her sex lips
between her buttocks from the rear. The triangle of material
narrowed quickly and slipped into her butt crack, only to spread
out either side of the sex lips between her thighs. He realized
she was feigning searching in the bag when she glanced back to
see if he was watching her. Once again he caught a hint of a
smile as she congratulated herself she had caused him to ogle her
once more. She took out a bottle of sun tan lotion and turned and
looked at him as she flipped the cap and squirted some onto her
fingers. She wiped the lotion over her arm, watching her hand as
she did so. She then took another squirt and deliberately rubbed
it over her stomach. Not very effectively but the motion was
meant to tease rather than efficiently spread the lotion. He had
had about enough of her smart assed attitude.  She was teasing
him and so he started to move away towards the shade house.

�Seems like you have everything you need Mindy, so as I said,
I�ll be upstairs if you need anything,� he said as he retreated
to the shade house door.

�I thought you might like to rub sun lotion on me,� she called
with a slight lilt in her voice.

�No I think you�ve got the ability to do that on your own,� he
responded flatly.

�I can�t reach my shoulders,� she taunted.

�Lie on your back then. You won�t need to use sun block� he
answered and disappeared.

He looked back at her through the tinted film of the shade house
window and she was standing openly giggling at his urgent
retreat. She probably thought he had a hard on and was rushing to
jack off. She basically made a jerk out of him by forcing him to
flee. The staunch approach would have been to actually apply the
sun lotion; but in its own way, that was a victory to her as
well. He was trapped when he showed his response to the sight of
her in the bikini. Alice said she already had her bathing suit
on. Stephen bet it wasn�t the bikini she was wearing that Alice
was referring to. Or if it was, Alice never saw it. He went
upstairs and walked along to the end of the hall to a small guest
room that he had set up as a study. There were two medium size
rooms at the rear of the house which had a small relief gable for
the ridge line below the level of the windowsill. When looking
down from the rear windows of those rooms, the ridge line blocked
the pool and surrounds from view. However the smaller end room
did not have this relief gable in the way and Wby looking out the
window, you could actually see under the end of the adjacent
gable and see virtually all of the pool area and surrounds. He
tiptoed to the window and peered down at the pool. She was lying
on the lounger, one over from the one that he had erected the
parasol on. She was sitting up and he could see she was setting
up an MP3 player she had with her. She had her legs bowed apart
at the knees with the soles of her feet close together pointing
at each other, and he could easily see the mound between her
thighs. As well as that I saw down on her ample breasts and could
almost see the aureole through the near side of the bikini cup
which was virtually a flat triangle over the broader tip of each
breast. Despite her average face she had a knockout body.
Definitely worth a wet dream or hard on. He watched her until she
finally arranged the ear-buds and set the music playing. She
reached over the side and she came up with a sun visor like
golfers wear, and positioned it on her head. This completed, she
lay back and drew her legs together and placed her arms either
side of her body. She was now sunbathing with her eyes hidden
behind a pair of sunglasses she was wearing. He pulled back when
her face turned up to the sun. Maybe she was looking up at him,
maybe her eyes were closed. He couldn�t tell but withdrew in case
she saw him.

Stephen spent about an hour on the computer. Paying bills,
checking stock portfolios, doing a few emails, and even surfed a
couple of favorite porn sites. He rose at intervals and peered
out at Mindy lying on the lounger. The second time he checked she
was lying on her front and noted she had undone the top of her
bikini. He smiled. It wasn�t like the strap was going to leave a
white line, it was so thin. He wondered if she had been able to
apply sun block to her back. He could see the breast closest to
him pressed flat against the cushion as she had her arms looped
up above her head. The third time he checked her he chuckled.
She�d retreated to the adjacent lounger with the parasol. The sun
must be getting a bit hot. He wondered if she had been in the
pool. He doubted whether the bikini would cope with any abnormal
exertion like swimming. His guessing was that the top would ride
off her breasts and the bottom would vanish completely into her
crack. He recalled the time when he had been on a boating trip in
Southern Thailand. It was essentially a sex trip at sea, and he
was with a group of Australian men he�d met in a strip bar, and
they had hired the boat and the girls. He spent most of the time
as a voyeur; watching these five married men have group sex with
the girls. One girl in particular wore a similar styled bikini to
Mindy and this proved to be pointless as her sex lips hung either
side of the crotch and her tits were always hanging out of the
cups. She was so stoned she couldn�t care less and Stephen
recalled two men taking her both ends with the guy fucking doggy
style, had simply pushing the bikini crotch to one side of her
groin as he held her stooped; holding her arms at her sides as
the guy in front pushed his cock as far down her throat as he
could manage. She eventually threw up and they cursed her angrily
at fouling the boat. He was disgusted with how animal-like the
men were in a pack like this. He regretted taking the trip and
went back to his solo ventures with a girl or boy. In an attempt
to regain some dignity, he went down to the shade house and out
to stand by Mindy, now lying on her back in the shade of the
parasol.

�Mindy�Mindy,� he called softly.

Her aureole and nipples were clearly visible as she sat forward
with a start. He made no attempt to avert his eyes. She pulled
the sunglasses forward on her nose and peered up at him.

�What�what do you want?� she asked nervously.

He smiled to himself. �Got you, you bitch� he thought. �Inside
your personal space�.

�Would you like a soda and some munchies,� he answered. �It�s
gone past noon. Or maybe a salad and some cold cuts,� he added.

�Oh, uh, no, it�s Ok,� she answered and she involuntarily drew an
arm across her chest. He smiled to himself. �A victory of sorts;
modesty at last. That will do nicely� he thought.

�OK. No matter. I was going to have a green salad,� he continued.
�I�ve left some munchies on the table in the shade house so just
help yourself.�

He turned and walked back into the shade house and took a peek
and saw she was sitting with her arm still across her chest,
looking towards where he had disappeared inside the shade house.
�No more the cocky little bitch, causing the old guy to pop a
blood vessel� he thought to himself. She was self conscious of
her near nakedness. He guessed she�d been in a light doze and it
took a little time to realize where she was so her base instinct
was to protect her modesty. Once she�d covered up, it would have
looked just a little precocious to attempt to go back to the full
display of earlier. Stephen went back to the study and treated
himself to more surfing of a few porn sites. This time he played
a movie trailer of some horse cocked black guy back scuttling a
skinny white girl. It was quite erotic and the black man was
enormous but Stephen got bored with such clips as he favored deep
penetration. In most fuck movies the guys hardly seemed to go
deep at all; he preferred to see the balls and sex lips jammed
together. He sampled about a dozen clips and decided none of what
he watched even titillated sufficiently to start a quick jack
off. He rose and walked through the door way and almost collided
with Mindy who was creeping slowly along the hall towards the
door of the study. She jumped with a start and froze.

�Mindy, what can I do for you?� he asked quickly.

She had pulled a T-shirt on over her bikini top. It was long
enough to just cover her crotch. She still wore the visor but the
sunglasses were gone.

�Oh�um�sorry. I was coming to see if I could have that salad you
talked about,� she said stammering as she spoke.

�Sure. No problem,� he answered.

�Lying little bitch� he thought wryly. She was sneaking about. He
was under no doubt she would have heard the grunting and groaning
sound from the porno clips as she neared the door of the study.
He stepped past her and turned and paused when she didn�t follow.
He looked at her quizzically.

�You�you have a computer?� she asked.

�Yes I do,� he replied slowly. �Why?�

�Oh, I wondered if I could check my email. By web-mail. Nan
doesn�t have a PC,� she answered quickly.

He turned and walked back into the study motioning her over to
the PC desk. She sat down; sitting demurely with her feet tucked
back under the chair.

�I�ll create a visitor login,� he said quickly.

She eased to one side as he leaned over her shoulder. Stephen
quickly created a basic login to Windows as he did not want her
to have access to his desktop as he had personal stuff that he
did not want her potentially looking at. Not porn or
objectionable stuff; just private documents. As he moved the
mouse around he realized she was adjusting her posture and he
soon felt her breast against his arm as he moved the mouse while
stooping from behind. She wasn�t watching the mouse and he could
see she was looking down and gauging the distance and contact
between their bodies. He finished what he was doing and stood
upright.

�Right, login ID is visitor and password is password," he said.

She quickly typed the required information and Windows started to
log her in. She opened Internet Explorer and he watched her
search Google for Yahoo Mail. At that point he turned and walked
to the door.

�I�ll bring your salad up here if you like,� he said with an
inquiring look to see if she was happy with this idea.

�Oh, yeah, right. Yes please,� she said quickly.

He nodded and turned and went downstairs. He had a supermarket
container with mixed greens and placed a couple of handfuls into
a bowl and then added tomato, cucumber, sliced mushroom, chopped
red pepper, chives and a few seedless grapes that he halved. He
took out some of Paul Newman�s best, and shook a generous amount
of dressing onto the salad. He wrapped a knife and fork in a
napkin and picking everything up, he wedged a can of Pepsi under
one arm and went back upstairs. He must have been away about
twenty minutes and as he neared the room he slowed and strained
his ears and heard the familiar sound of a woman grunting while
having sex. The fake oohs and aahs of porn actresses in mock
passion. He grinned. She was doing exactly what he had been doing
before he left. He stood just outside the door and carefully
peered around the door jamb. There was a steady series of oohs
and aahs from some female hamming it up and he could just make
out that she was being gang fucked by two men. Double
penetration. He pulled back and quietly retraced a few steps back
along the hall, turning and then making a polite but loud cough
as he advanced on the door of the study and walked in. As he
strode across towards where she was sitting at the computer desk
he saw here valiantly trying to exit the porn windows she had
been viewing. She was partially successful as she managed to
switch windows to the Desktop view. He started laying out the
goodies on a small writing desk adjacent to the computer desk,
and he stood glancing across at her as he set up her lunch. She
didn�t look at him but sat guiltily staring at the Desktop. He
could clearly see on the lower status bar that there were some
browser windows she hadn�t closed before he had got to her side.

�I�ll set you up here and you can continue to use the computer
while you have your lunch,� he said helpfully.

She turned and nodded dully at his suggestion. He completed
setting her meal and placed the napkin on the chair at the desk.

�There you go,� he said cheerily. �Bon apetit.�

She somewhat reluctantly rose and sat in the chair in front of
the writing desk. She studied the meal as he slumped into the
computer chair beside her and gazed across at her. She obviously
thought he would leave her to eat her lunch, so she looked a
little rattled he had chosen to stay. She looked back at the
plate but he could see she was trying to peer sideways to see
what he was doing at the computer.

�Is it OK?� he asked with concern.

She looked at him quickly.

�Oh yeah, yes, it�s fine,� she stammered.

She looked back at the plate again then gave a short �oh� sound.

�What�s wrong?� he said inquisitively.

"The dressing. I only have fat free dressing,� she said with mock
concern.

�But that�s what it is,� he answered. �Fat free dressing.�

Her face fell. She took the fork and she tasted the dressing. He
smiled to himself. She was looking for an excuse to get him to
leave the room so she could close the browser windows.

�Are you sure?� she asked suspiciously.

�That�s all my doctor will let me eat,� he chuckled. �You won�t
find anything tasty in this house. Healthy, but not tasty,� he
laughed.

She looked at him and nodded and smiled weakly at the comment.
She took a quick glance at the monitor and sighed visibly in
relief it was still displaying the desktop. She slowly started to
eat. He sat leaning slightly forward with his hands clasped
between his knees and watched her. She munched a few bites and he
could see she was relaxing, believing he hadn�t seen the porn
sites she had left open on the PC. She was clearly hungry and she
started to eat with more enjoyment.

�Tell me about yourself Mindy,� Stephen asked with interest.

She turned and glanced at him.

�Not much to tell. I�m fifteen, at Dover High School New Jersey.
The oldest of three kids�� she tapered off.

�Why didn�t you want to go to Washington DC?� he asked.

�Humph. Spelling Bees are kids stuff,� she snorted.

�Oh. I see,� he chuckled. �Been there done that?�

She nodded.

�I was in it two years ago. I didn�t get past the first round,�
she said dejectedly. But I�m older so I have different
interests,� she concluded.

�Didn�t you not want to help your sister out, being as you�d been
there before?� he quizzed.

She grimaced.

�They don�t listen to me anyway,� she said quietly.

He sensed he�d touched a sore point here.

�So you chose to keep your Nan company?� he volunteered
cheerfully.

She grimaced again.

�You could say that,� she said but it was almost sarcastic.

Stephen chuckled.

�Your Nan is a strong lady,� he offered.

She smiled ruefully.

�Tell me about it,� she said in a resigned manner.

�Any boyfriend?� he asked with a smile.

�Ha. You must be joking. They won�t let me look at a boy let
alone talk to one,� she said with a snort of derision.

He nodded in sympathy and said, �That�s a bit sad.� She shot him
a stern glance.

�Sad. Why sad?� she asked with a hint of irritation, and stared
at him.

�Well you�re obviously an outgoing girl. You need to associate
with kids, sorry, young adults your own age,� he said. �It
reflects the society you live in, and the norm. The correct way
to bring young people up is in an image of the adult society they
will eventually be part of.�

Listening to his words he immediately realized he must sound like
an old-fart dick-head, pontificating on a generation a million
miles from his own? Yet she nodded and he sensed he had found
some agreement just by her body language.

�After all, it�s also a trust thing as well isn�t it?� he
continued. �Young people like to believe they are trustworthy.�

She nodded her agreement and munched her salad. He noted she
hadn�t touched the cold cuts. She sat thoughtfully and then
turned to him.

�Why do you think I�m outgoing?� she asked thoughtfully. �You
don�t even know me.�

�Your bikini,� he said simply.

She frowned her lack of understanding at his words.

�How so?� she said guardedly.

�Well, the color, the style. It�s not conservative it�s loud and
cries �I should be looked at� � he answered.

She looked down at her plate.

�It�s not really who I am,� she said softly.

�Really! How so?� he asked.

She gave a rueful smile.

�I bought it to annoy my parents and then I didn�t have the
courage to wear it, as they would have gone crazy. So I hid it. I
was wearing an old black thing they had bought me. I changed when
I got here. Nan made me show her the bathing suit before we left.
She also made me wear the track suit as she though it was
improper for me to come here in just the bathing suit and
T-shirt,� she explained.

�Then why buy it when you couldn�t wear?� he asked. �If you
couldn�t show your parents, then it was pointless.�

�I don�t know. I just wanted to do something that was what I
wanted,� she said quietly.

�And was it what you wanted?� he continued his questions.

�Yes. Yes it was. But I knew I would get hell the minute I turned
up in it at the beach. We don�t have a pool so it would have
needed to be in public. I chickened out,� she explained.

�So why today?� he asked looking her in the eye.

She looked away and poked at her salad.

�I guess I thought you would be old and leave me alone so I�d be
OK wearing it.�

She looked at him quickly as she realized what she said. Stephen
blanched at her insensitive honesty about who she thought he was.

�Actually I�m not sure really. It was just a way I could get at
Nan for bugging me about the old black one being �revealing� as
she put it. I means its s-o-o-o-o little girl it�s not funny.� As
she spoke the word �revealing� she used her fingers as inverted
commas to accentuate the word.

�So you wore the really �revealing� one as a protest,� he
answered in response.

She nodded.

�Only your Nan won�t know,� he added.

�I know,� she said with a small laugh. �Stupid really. You won�t
tell will you?�

He grinned.

"Of course not Mindy. Our secret,� he agreed.

She nodded her understanding and gave a small smile at his
compliment. They sat silent for a short while and she finished
the salad and he watched her open the Pepsi and sip at it as she
stared ahead not looking at him.

�Mindy,� he said quietly.

She turned and looked at him.

�Don�t take this wrong, but I think you looked absolutely
ravishing in your bikini. The color and style was perfect. You
are a very beautiful young woman,� he said evenly.

She blushed scarlet and couldn�t contain her wide smile.

�Really. You think so?� she asked happily.

�Absolutely. It looks so perfect on you,� he said.

She grinned.

�And you�re not really old,� she said with a smile. �Well you
don�t look it,at least,� she corrected, realizing he was old
enough to be her grandfather.

�Thank you Mindy,� he laughed.

They lapsed into an awkward silence. Then Stephen had an idea.

�Mindy. You�ve got this beautiful bikini, which so far I�m, the
only one who has seen,� he started.

�So?� she asked carefully.

�So, why don�t I take some photographs of you wearing it, and you
can at least share it with your close friends. If you think
you�ll never get to wear it publicly for them,� he continued.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

�Look. I�ve seen you in the suit and I am comfortable with you in
it. You know I�ve seen you and you certainly didn�t show any
concern with me being there when you came out of the shade house
in it. So I can use my digital camera and you can email the shots
to yourself. Then you could share them with your friends as you
see fit,� he explained.

�I don�t know,� she said cautiously.

�The offer is there if you change your mind,� he said and turned
and placed a hand on the mouse as if to start using the computer.

She looked startled as she saw him reach for the mouse. Panicking
he would open the browser she had been viewing.

�OK�OK,� she said quickly. �Let�s go down by the pool and take
them there,� she stammered.

�Yessss� he thought. He was still working his way through his
idea but he was keen to get her to relax even further. She may be
at the top end of his newly acquired age range, but she was very
alluring and his libido was starting to drive his brain. She
rose, and almost as an afterthought, picked up the salad plate
and cutlery and headed for the door; pausing for him to rise and
follow. She didn�t want him to stay at the computer while she was
out of the room. At least his suggestion of the photos would
postpone him from finding her porn browsers. And the idea of
sharing her bathing suit with her friends was appealing to her.
He had come up with a good idea. She walked ahead of him and he
studied her butt under the T-shirt. The naked legs were slim and
the thighs had that gentle taper away from each other near the
crotch such that there was a little open cleft framed by her
inner thigh and crotch. �She�d look great in denim jeans� he
thought to himself. �Pity about the face and hair being so
ordinary.� He detoured into his bedroom to get the camera. She
paused as he walked inside without explanation, and as he took
the camera from its place in the closet, he realized she was
standing just inside the door with a look of admiration on her
face at the plush furnishings and the majestic king sized bed.

�Wow. What a fantastic room,� she gushed. �What an incredible
bed.�

He grinned.

�My late wife�s dream boudoir,� he said evenly.

It was true. This room was a culmination in Jessie�s dreams for
the perfect bedroom. He took the camera and walked towards her.
She turned politely and headed out the door and down the stairs.
She dropped the plate and cutlery on the bench in the kitchen and
then followed him back out to the shade house. He placed the
camera bag on the barbecue table and took the camera out and
checked the battery life. It was Ok for at least half an hour or
more.

�OK Mindy. I suggest a few basic poses in front of the lounger
with the parasol. Maybe stand with a hand on the parasol fringe,�
he offered.

She stood and looked at him, her hands held in front of her and
fingers twisting her T-shirt hem nervously. She might choose to
back out yet the browsers upstairs were still open and she
figured she needed to humor him at least; to buy some time so she
could perhaps make it back up to the computer to close them. She
was still vulnerable on that score. He nodded encouragement to
her to remove the T-shirt. She slowly took it off and he steeled
his reaction so as to appear unconcerned at the near naked sight
that she presented. She discarded the T-shirt and moved quickly
so he had little time to stare at her immobile figure. She looked
nervously at him and stood in a beach girl pose; one leg slightly
in front of the other. She reached up with the closest hand to
the parasol fringe and looked nervously in his direction.

�Look at your hand on the fringe,� he instructed as he put the
camera to his eye. �Don�t look at the camera.�

He placed a hand on his hip as a prompt to her and she followed
suit with her free hand on her hip. It looked good. She�d
obviously studied beach wear shots and she was mimicking basic
demure poses that allow for flesh other than breast or crotch to
be overtly displayed. He took a series of pictures with her
standing and then lying on the lounger. As he snapped away she
became less self-conscious at posing and he knew he had some good
shots. None of which concealed the obvious as the bikini simply
could not hide the obvious. It wasn�t designed to be demure and
modest. They reviewed the snaps after each batch of five or so;
deleting those that suffered from her squinting or closing of her
eyes. There was nothing overtly accentuating her sex or nipples
and she seemed happy with the few they decided to keep.
Eventually they ran out of ideas for beach-type poses.

�OK. That�s great. Just one more thing,� he said slyly.

She looked at him expectantly.

�Would you like me to take maybe six or seven more risqu�`
poses?� he asked nonchalantly.

Her eyes opened wide.

�What, nude?� she gasped.

He burst out laughing.

�No Mindy. Not nude. I mean more open poses rather than the
demure beach bunny shots,� he chuckled.

She heaved a sigh of relief.

�Oh, sorry, I thought�� she trailed off.

He chuckled.

�It�s OK. If you feel uncomfortable�� he said, not finishing the
sentence.

�No. No that�s a good idea. For me only,� she said quickly.

He nodded at her understanding.

�Exactly. For you,� he agreed.

�How do you want me to pose,� she said expectantly.

Well, maybe a couple of shots with you lying on the lounger, half
on your side, only showing both legs,� he suggested. �It gives a
better perspective of your figure; your bust, waist and hips,� he
added.

She gulped and then deliberately lay on the lounger and turned
half towards him and then opened her legs. It was a luscious sexy
sight but as if to gain her trust he motioned her to close her
legs slightly. It actually made the pose less raunchy, yet tended
to project mons in the tiny fabric bottom. By the time they
finished, he had at least as many crotch and boob shots in the
camera, as he had of the modest beach type poses. Once again she
reviewed the shots as they went through each one; Mindy
eventually suggesting the final shots to keep. Stephen�s
favorites were two beautiful rear shots with her looking back
over her shoulder, with the obvious pout of her sex lips in the
bikini bottom. As well as these, one simple shot of her sitting
upright on a lounger, with her knees drawn up and spread slightly
apart and parallel, and her arms draped over each knee. The plump
mound of her sex lips was plainly visible as the material
strained to contain her labia, due to her parted legs. The
pictures were not that revealing, viewed on the cameras tiny CCD
screen. But Stephen knew more detail would be revealed on a
normal size PC monitor. Eventually they finished and she was now
excited and energetic to get upstairs and view them on the
computer. She raced ahead, not bothering to get back into the
T-shirt. He watched the beautiful rear as the bikini became
entrenched deeper in her mobile butt cheeks and she grabbed at
her breasts with an arm as they were jostling out of the tiny
top. She arrived in the study just before him and he arrived and
watched with amusement as she looked at the blank monitor
wondering where the browsers had gone. She had clearly rushed
ahead to close the open porn browser windows. But the PC had gone
into standby mode. He decided he wouldn�t embarrass her with
revealing her earlier porn sampling.

�I need a quick visit to the bathroom,� he said candidly. The
computer is on standby. Just wiggle the mouse and it will come
back to life,� he added and he left the study and doubled back
towards his bedroom.

He waited a discrete period of time and returned to the study.
She was sitting waiting for him with the PC monitor on desktop
and no browsers open on the status bar. She had closed the
incriminating evidence of her porn browsing. Stephen smiled and
he reached over her and logged out of the �visitor� window and
logged on as himself. Once it had loaded his profile, he took the
cameras memory card and plugged it into the SD slot on the PC.
The associated software opened and soon the screen was full of
thumbnails of this nymph and her beautiful young body.

�OK Mindy,� he began; �kill the ones you don�t want and let�s
mail those that you want to keep to yourself.�

The picture viewer program was set to automatically archive the
memory card contents to a folder on the PC as soon as it
recognized it was present. Irrespective of what she deleted
during or after viewing, it had a copy saved. He would make a
show of clearing the camera memory card after she had passed all
of the snaps to her email box, so she could feel confident he had
kept none. For the next few minutes she opened and closed each
thumbnail and at the end, there were only about four or five
discards of the more modest ones but she kept only four risqu�`
shots that she acknowledged she would keep for herself. �For
posterity,� as he put it; and she giggled and agreed. They were
not the most revealing that he took, and he noted various looks
of concern and embarrassment as the large flat screen monitor
clearly showed her sex outline or nipples and she quickly deleted
them. But unbeknown to her, he had them all saved to his disk
drive anyway.

�How do I email these now?� she asked.

He showed her how to zip them in small groups to minimize the
size of the attachments. She had a Yahoo mail address so there
was a limit on individual email attachment size. He grouped the
shots and eventually she sent them all to her Yahoo address. She
would open the emails when her family wasn�t around and then
disseminate them at her discretion to her friends; to prove she
had worn the revealing suit. They deleted each group as they sent
them on. As they did this, Stephen stood looking over her
shoulder, and could see down her top at will. She had overlooked
trying to provide any modesty, being distracted while
concentrating gleefully on the task at hand. He was half erect
and his mind began to wander from what she was doing, as she
zipped and emailed the attachments, and he was starting to plot
the next step to seduction. He was somewhat aroused and his lust
wanted a piece of that luscious ass and boobs.

�Are you happy Mindy?� he asked softly.

She turned slightly and looked back at him and grinned and she
nodded.

�I feel so great,� she said quietly. �So bad to,� and she
giggled.

�I don�t think you could be bad if you tried,� he said candidly.

She grinned and looked enigmatically at him.

�Oh yes I could,� she said in contradiction.

�I don�t believe it,� he said, almost as a challenge.

She looked at him steadily and then without speaking, pulled
aside the scrap of material covering her breast closest to him;
revealing the nipple hard and erect. She held his gaze with a
defiant look on her face. He looked down at the naked breast. It
was full and firm with the aureole a delicious candy pink and the
nipple formed and wrinkled at the base. He slipped a hand to it
and took it between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it firmly.
Her eyes fluttered and closed momentarily; to open again and look
at him as her mouth went slack and she began to breathe quickly.
She was almost panting. He moved his entire palm over her breast
and soon he was roaming his hand across to the other one;
pinching each nipple. His mind raced; �why had she suddenly
turned so provocative?� The bikini top was useless at protecting
her and soon he was massaging and caressing the breast full
scale; wondering what had made her do this rash thing. Was it the
excitement of the photo shoot, or his nearness as they emailed
the photos? He heard her gulp and gasp and she closed her eyes,
holding her mouth slightly opening and hissing with delight as he
pinched the hard nipples and she was clearly enjoying what was
happening to her. He leaned down and brought his face close to
hers, and grazed her lips with his and she as they became
comfortable with the situation the kiss became more intimate as
they searched each other�s mouth with their tongues. All the
while he rhythmically kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples
and she made small gasps into his mouth at the light pain, and
she kissed him wetly. She brought her hand up and hooked it
around his head and steadied them both as they pressured each
other with the kiss. She had melted noticeably and was kissing
with open lips working her tongue around in his mouth. He could
see she had her thighs and knees pressed together and she was
making slight squirming movements with her butt on the chair. By
now all decorum was gone and he was working her hardened nipples
and she was now groaning constantly into his mouth. Her hair was
tickling his face and he felt it was time to move to the single
bed against the wall in the room.


He nudged her to her feet by pressuring under her breasts and she
delicately stood so as not to break the kiss or stumble off the
chair. He guided her backwards, still kissing her. She felt the
backs of her knees at the edge of the bed and she lowered herself
backwards. Her butt caught the edge and she eased back bringing
him with her; not breaking the kiss. She was lying back with
Stephen pressing between her parted legs and he moved a free hand
down inside the scrap of triangle fabric which was the bikini
bottom. Quickly he found her slit and slid his fingers in and up,
hitting the clitoris. She was more than a little moist and as he
worked her slit with his fingers, she began moaning and pushing
up at the invading hand. As his hand roved around her pubis and
sex, his eyes widened in surprise as he realized she was
virtually bald. He could only feel a small patch of short pubic
hair just above the hood which hid her teen clitoris. He was
still firmly working on a breast and nipple, and felt her spread
her legs wider and arch her body up at the hand grasping her sex.
She was now responding to the pressure of both of his hands and
her mouth was almost wide open as she tongued and Frenched him.
This was not Mindy�s first such occasion with a man. Stephen was
by far the oldest so far, yet her solitary experience with sex
had been with a man old enough to be her father. Not with boys of
her own age. The experience was solitary in that the man was her
only lover to date; yet it had occurred repeatedly since she was
fourteen when she stayed over at her friend Laurel�s place on a
number of occasions. Her lover was Laurel�s father and he quickly
taught Mindy how to enjoy sex. It only ended when Laurel�s family
left town when her father was promoted. Stephen reluctantly broke
the kiss and she moaned in complaint and opened her eyes as if to
see what was wrong to cause him to break off the kiss. The moan
soon turned to encouragement as he kneeled and she felt him slide
the bikini crotch aside, and his slippery tongue push between her
labia. With him now kneeling on the floor she quickly hooked a
leg over his shoulder to open herself up to the prying tongue,
and she leaned back with her shoulders and head in the middle of
the bed; reclining while opening up to the invading tongue. Her
hands came to his head and she held him firm enough to guide his
head as he worked her slit and clitoris. She closed her eyes and
the teachings of Laurel�s father came back to her as she slowly
undulated her hips into Stephen�s searching mouth and tongue. He
brought a hand to her sex and slid two fingers into her and she
groaned and pushed back. He nibbled at her clitoris and she
gasped and moaned. All the while he was twisting and pinching her
nipples in turn.

Stephen burrowed the hand deeper and insinuated a third finger
beside the two already inside of her. He was astonished at how
much this girl had opened and lubricated. Fifteen years of age
and lubricating like a seasoned lover used to wanton sex. He
guessed he wasn�t the first here given her response, though
clearly he did not know her sexual history to date. He iworked
her expertly with his mouth and hands and soon detected she was
mounting to an orgasm. She started to work herself around on the
bed as she encouraged him and used her hands to guide his face
over her slit. Suddenly she stiffened and he felt her vaginal
wall contract on his fingers. With a low groan she began cumming
and he felt the orgasm through the contractions, on his fingers
penetrating her tight sex. As if to punctuate the bliss she let
out a low guttural gasp and she came with hissing and gasps and
shuddered as the orgasm went through her. Her orgasm seemed to go
on with smaller contractions on his fingers and eventually she
pushed his head off her clitoris and sighed deeply. She started
to ease down and she drew a hand across her forehead in a
damsel-in-distress fashion, and threw her head back with her eyes
closed. He let her breast go and carefully moved a hand down to
his shorts flies and released the top button and guided the zip
down. Fishing his erect cock over the top of his boxer style
under-shorts waistband he slowly and carefully eased up into a
crouch. With three fingers still lodged in her young sex, he
eased his cock forward with his other hand until it was just
short of the sex lips. His ego bloomed with and he felt a surge
of pride as he saw how thick and big his erection was in
comparison to her sex. �I�m going to split you in half Miss
Mindy� he thought luridly. He withdrew his fingers and made to
spread her sex open. She started to move her leg which was still
perched on his shoulder but now more elevated as he had raised
himself as he closed in on her crotch. She let the leg drop off
his shoulder and flop over the side of the bed like the other
one, and at that point he pushed his cock head into her gaping
vagina; dilated by the intrusion of his fingers. He pushed
straight and hard and she opened her eyes quickly and lifted her
head in concern at what was happening. In that instant he eased
himself more than halfway into her tight hot little hole.

�Condom,� she gasped, and groaned as she felt the thick cock
stretch her open.

�I�m sterile,� Stephen gasped back. �Vasectomy, years ago,� he
panted and slid deeper into her.

A slight smile came to her lips and she dropped her head back
onto the bed. Both hands sought out his shoulders and she clasped
her hands behind his head. Stephen leaned into her and soon he
was embedded to the hilt; balls deep in her teen sex. She sighed
and let out a low groan as he commenced to fuck her slowly. He
worked her deep and she gave little grunts as he occasionally hit
her cervix. Mindy lay with self satisfied warmth running through
her. This man felt enormous. Much bigger than Laurel�s father.
And the orgasm had left her feeling languid and drowsy despite
the occasional dull ache she felt as he went too deep inside of
her. To Stephen, she was nowhere near as tight as Poppy and he
could easily get nearly all of his length inside. She was, after
all, nearly a fully grown woman. He reached under her upper
thighs below her butt and lifted her slightly to get a straighter
angle. In this way, hunched over her he lifted her legs up over
his hips and she helped by hooking them around his waist as he
fucked her. He continued to fuck her deep and steady and she
started to get into the groove. He never thought she would get
hot again so soon after the deep orgasm before, but she did. She
was as good as any fucks Stephen had ever had; even with his late
wife Jessie with whom he had fashioned a married life of superb
loving sex. Or was it just the excitement of the seduction of
this young teen? Still she was far more enjoyable than the
prostitutes in Asia and Mexico because she clearly enjoyed what
was happening to her. Not just willingly compliant in a detached
sort of way. Mindy was feeling very excited by his moving in and
out and she could vaguely hear the slick noise his cock made in
her gripping vagina; and the steady slap of his thighs and balls
against her butt and crotch. She moved and contracted her sex as
if to capture the thick invading shaft and her pleasure was
rising once more. Stephen was turned on further by her clear
enjoyment and eager participation and this spurred him on to fuck
her quicker and quicker; and as he started to feel the sap rise,
she suddenly started humping at him and this time her orgasm was
punctuated with a series of low squeals as he rutted her hard and
deep, and spewed forth in a succession of exquisite spasms and
emptied himself into her warm youthful vaginal cavity.

***

After Stephen had emptied himself fully into her he suspended his
weight on the bed on his forearms; Mindy having dropped her butt
back to the bed and her feet now resting with the soles flat on
the floor. She still had her arms hooked behind his neck with her
hands clasped together. He was breathing heavily and he nuzzled
her neck. She kissed his face lightly and slowly opened her eyes
and smiled at him. He grinned back and pecked her cheek.

�That was so fucking good,� she panted softly.

He felt her hot breath against his face.

�Abso-fucking-lutely,� he puffed back at her and smiled.

He turned his wrist and looked at his watch.

�And not even two o�clock,� he said with a grin.

She kissed him.

�Still time enough for me?� she sighed and looked into his eyes.

He nodded and grinned in agreement with her.

�In the bed?� she said quietly, her eyes questioning his.

�Anywhere you wish,� he answered. �Let�s move now and rest a
little while,� he said softly and nuzzled her ear.

She nodded and he eased off her. His cock was just lodged inside
her lips but it had softened. As he straightened up he slipped
out and stood before her with his shorts around his ankles. She
looked a little embarrassed at him naked at the waist and cock
waving about before her. She seemed to gather composure as if
reminding herself that modesty was unnecessary and sitting
forward she took the cock lightly in a hand and worked it once or
twice moving the foreskin back revealing the pink mushroom head
which was slick with cum and juices from her sex. She was sitting
with the bikini bottom caught in the left side of her groin
exposing her sex. The top was hooked up under her chin and her
firm breasts stood proud with the nipples taught and hard. He
leaned and planted a tender kiss on each nubbin and slid a hand
into her greasy crotch, tickling the labia and slit. She smile
coyly and he eased her to her feet and she adjusted the skimpy
bikini to cover her breasts and sex but then stopped in surprise
as he pulled his shorts off completely and shucked his polo shirt
so he stood naked. She gazed at the firm body with the shock of
graying chest hairs, and brown pubic hair with the odd gray hairs
showing. His cock was curving down in a soft droop.  She stood
and after realizing he was totally naked, reciprocated by sliding
the bikini bottom off her hips and then lifted the top over head,
dropping it on the floor. He looked hungrily at her sex. The thin
strip of pubic hair, just above the pout of her labia where the
clitoris hid, looked out of place. He was more attuned to bald
sex like his little Poppy�s. Mindy had been professionally waxed.
He was a little surprised at this fifteen-year old girl having
such an adult treatment to her sex area. Having the hair removed
from the labia lips and inner groin. She smiled at him gazing at
her tiny hairy strip. She took his hand like a little girl and
they walked along to the master bedroom.

When they got there, she went straight into the bathroom and he
heard water running. He stripped the heavy bed cover and pulled
the lightweight duvet down off the bottom of the bed; exposing
the top and bottom sheets. It was very warm despite the bedroom
windows being open to let the air circulate from the light breeze
blowing outside. He walked to the bathroom door and she was now
sitting taking a pee. He watched as she wiped herself and looking
between her legs, and then she dropped the wad of paper into the
bowl, and stood and flushed the toilet. Turning around she saw
him in the doorway. Her face clouded a little. She wondered why
he wanted to watching her personal ablutions and toilette. As if
to make up for his apparent rudeness at appearing in the
bathroom, Stephen walked to the toilet and lifted the seat and
began to pee a strong acrid stream into the water in the bowl.
This was his way of reciprocating in this rather personal area;
so she wouldn�t feel he was unnecessarily voyeuristic with her.
She moved to the side and watched intently at the amber stream of
piss spearing into the water in the bowl, turning it a honey
color. He was allowing her to see him as she had been a few
minutes earlier. They were even. And she had never seen a male
pee before. It held a certain comical fascination to her, as he
stood with one hand loosely directing the stream. She smiled at
him and he motioned towards his cock with his head. She caught
the meaning and tentatively put a hand on it and he dropped his
hand away and allowed her to lightly hold him and steer the piss.
She grinned as she moved the aim and watched the stream move
around the surface of the water in the bowl.

�It�s big,� she said evenly.

He looked down at his cock as the last drops of piss finally
stopped as he had emptied his bladder.

�Now how would you know that young Mindy?� he asked with mock
suspicion.

She blushed and chuckled.

�You�d be surprised what I know,� she grinned.

He laughed.

�I have to say you surprised me when you said you could be bad,
so I expect you know more than I can guess,� he chuckled. His
attitude became a little more serious.

�Tell me all,� he said holding her gaze.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable. He obviously had guessed she
wasn�t a virgin. Had her enjoyment and reaction told him she had
had sex many times before? To deflect his question, she grinned
coyly like the young girl she was, and took his hand and led him
back to the bedroom. She scooted up onto the bed and he caught a
glimpse of her sex lips from the rear; her chubby labia framing
the slit nestled between her thighs. She burrowed around as if to
get between the sheets but stopped when he simply lay on the top
sheet; not bothering to get between them. Stephen lay back and
she arranged herself in the crook of his arm and turned slightly
towards him. She looked down at the cock and took it in her hand
and moved it around looking at it from a number of perspectives.

�So tell me how you know I�m big,� he asked quizzically.

�From on the internet. You know�porn?� she said unconvincingly.

�Photos don�t give you a good perspective,� he said skeptically.
�Even small cocks look big.�

She grinned slyly.

�I guess maybe I might have seen one or two then,� she said with
a giggle.

He turned and looked at her seriously.

�Tell me Mindy. Tell me how you can compare,� he said evenly.

She pulled a face in a grimace as if something bad was to happen.
She thought for a minute or to and then turned and looked at him.

�Well, it�s just that, you�re not the first man who I�ve had sex
with,� she said hesitantly.

�With an adult man?� he asked.

She nodded.

�Yep.�

�Not boys�teenagers�boyfriends?� he queried.

�Nope.�

�Rat�s. I�ve been beaten to Mindy,� he said in mock
disappointment.

He had just had one of the most frantic carnal fucks of his
sixty-three years to date, and he was pretending to be
disappointed!

She slapped him playfully at his comment on her having been with
some other man; as if it wasn�t to be openly acknowledged.

�Who was the first,� he asked quietly.

�Oh nobody important anymore,� she said quietly.

�I sensed he was important though,� he said noting she looked
quite sad

�No. Not really,� she said with a small hint of irritation in her
voice.

He realized this was not a topic to push just now. She had been
fondling him softly; staring at her hand working the semi hard
fleshy tube. But after he had pressed her on who had taken her
virginity, she looked beyond her hand clearly remembering the
incident she did not want to share with him. They were silent for
a few moments and then he noticed her gaze went back to the cock
in her hand. She squeezed a little harder and with a change in
her action he saw she was intent on getting him hard. She clearly
knew what she was doing, and what the action of her hand would do
to him. He moved a little to be more on his back than on his
side, and she lifted her head and looked at him. She grinned as
she realized he was making himself comfortable so she could
masturbate him more easily. Mindy began jacking him more evenly
and her grip had become firmer. Before Stephen knew it, he was
rock hard and erect and astonished himself at how readily he had
reacted so soon after the sex in the computer room. She lay
looking down at her hand sliding the foreskin up and down the
shaft. She loved the feeling of the cock hardening; how it slowly
reared up off of his abdomen as it became engorged with blood and
aroused by the rhythm she was making with her hand on it. Soon
some precum seeped from the eye in the head of the cock and the
foreskin became slick and the sensation of the hand began to stir
a familiar feeling in Stephen�s groin. He was worried about
getting too close too soon; wanting to draw this bliss out as
long as he could. He also wanted to pleasure her again; before he
most certainly would fuck her one more time. She had clearly
enjoyed the cunnilingus and he was certain she was well versed in
having oral sex performed on her. He was also a little worried
that despite being erect, maybe he couldn�t rouse himself for two
ejaculations for the little more than an hour and a half she had
left with him so he didn�t want a release now that may deplete
his load for a decent fuck.

�Would you stroke yourself for me?� she whispered.

He turned and looked into her face.

�What?� he said somewhat shocked.

�Play with him yourself; I want to see how you do it,� she said
evenly.

�Have you seen someone masturbate before?� he asked cautiously,
realizing he was perhaps straying back to the previously taboo
topic of her past sex experience.

�Not really,� she said evenly. �Only on porn videos. I want to
see it for real,� she explained candidly.

He didn�t believe her experience was confined to video watching.
She clearly was not about to tell him anything about her real
sexual experiences. In one way that was a good sign. If she was
closed about whom the man was who she had already been with, she
was most likely bound to be just as discrete about him. Not
wanting to complicate what so far had been a hugely enjoyable
experience, he obliged her by taking his cock and slowly and
deliberately jacked himself. This was somewhat of a temporary
solution as now he could regulate his arousal and limit the
growing acceleration to cumming brought on by her urgent hand.
This way he could slow his libido so as not to cum too soon. In
short he literally held himself at bay. Still looking at his hand
and its familiarity with his cock, she flattened herself back on
the bed; her head on a pillow so she could clearly see the cock
and hand across her own body. Stephen opened his mouth in
surprise when he realized she was masturbating while watching him
do the same. She had casually slipped a hand between her legs. He
hadn�t seen her do it but now it was obvious as she moved her leg
farthest away from him to open her legs wider. She made eye
contact and grinned with a small shrug, and blushed. This way,
lying side by side; hip to hip, and shoulder to shoulder, they
masturbated themselves. He could see she was getting excited; her
eyes glued to his slowly stroking hand and the cock projecting
beyond the knuckles of the fist. Her fingers were slowly rotating
around her clitoral area and her other hand was now massaging her
breasts. He continued stroking but in such away that orgasm was
not close. After a few minute of this she tapped his arm.

�Make him cum for me,� she said breathlessly. She was breathing
heavily in arousal due to her own fingering, and at the sight of
him masturbating.

�I was hoping to cum inside your warmth again,� he whispered
back.

�We can do that to,� she said.

Stephen wasn�t so sure. He wasn�t nineteen. He�d cum very hard in
the study and had kind of hoped to do the same once more inside
her tight cunt.

�Please Stehen. Do it for me. I want to watch you cum,� she
continued.

He couldn�t very well refuse. He stopped the harder pressuring
with his hand and resumed the more stimulating graceful sliding
of the skin while flicking the head on the up-stroke. She twisted
herself sufficiently to get a better look at how he jacked off.
He glanced at her and she had her hand lodged between her legs
and she was breathing deeply. Slowly he increased the speed and
hit the rhythm he was so used to when wanting to cum. He worked
diligently and soon he was in his usual jack-off groove. He set
himself to watch her hand working her clitoris and labia and the
look of awe on her face; at one so old as him manipulating his
healthy large cock with the veins sticking out, and the slick
sheen of precum on the head. He started to feel the orgasm and
involuntarily lifted his hips off the bed as he stroked quickly
to ejaculation. He gasped and thrust his hips as he pumped
several large ribbons of cum into the air. They fell back onto
his stomach and one wad hit his chest hair. As he was gasping he
heard a strangled cry from his little lover and she slumped
against his arm, gasping softly for breath. She had cum as well.
She lay against him for a few minutes and then dragged herself up
against his side. His right hand had slipped to the bed and the
cock waved around semi-hard with a thin ribbon of cum down one
side, as if a snail had slithered over the member. She brought
her fingers onto his torso and he glanced down and watched her
run her fingers through the splashes of cum on his belly and
chest. She scooped a sizable wad out of his chest hair and he
watched her put it to her nose. She then flicked her tongue over
it on her fingertips. To his surprise she gulped at the fingers
and the cum, like a frog catching flies. Fast, clean and gone.
She repeated this again only this time she looked into his face
and offered the substance for tasting. He had sucked Anthony, the
mall hustler, to cum into his mouth a few weeks back so the taste
of cum was not that distant in his memory. However Stephen had
never tasted his own emissions so this was a first. He flicked
his tongue over her fingertips and tasted the funky salty semen.
He had no option but to swallow it and appear satisfied with it.
It was but a small price to pay for the carnal delights he had
enjoyed so far today. She repeated this, alternating between the
two of them, until she was satisfied she had cleaned his cum off
of his body and they had shared it. She lay back in the crook of
his arm once again and he looked down across at her. She lifted
her head and smiled. He grinned back. He was satisfied with the
carnal behavior but somewhat concerned he had literally tapped
himself out.

�This is the best,� she whispered.

�I�m glad,� he answered. �You�re not the same angry young lady
who walked through my door this morning,� he observed.

She screwed her face up.

�I was just angry about being made to do something I didn�t want
to. I was annoyed when Nan said I had to come here because she
had already arranged it. She�s so bossy,� she complained.

�What changed it?� he asked.

�I have no idea. Maybe the nap by the pool did it. I woke up and
I had to remind myself I was in a bitchy mood,� she chuckled.

�It couldn�t have been all that serious if you had to remind
yourself,� he said with a laugh.

�I know. And you left me alone so I guess I couldn�t stay mad at
you,� she continued.

�Did you think we would end up like this?� he asked.

�No way,� she laughed. �It just wasn�t an option an hour ago.�

�So what set you off?� he queried.

�I think when I heard what you were doing on the computer. At
first I was a bit worried you were a dirty pervert. But on the
other hand I was impressed you had the need for sex at, you know,
your age,� she explained.

Stephen laughed uproariously and squeezed her in a tickling
manner, pushing his fingers into her ribs. She giggled with him
and squirmed as if to get away.

�At my age?� he shrieked in mock indignation. �At my age, young
Mindy?�

She squealed and giggled. And finally they both calmed down and
fell silent. He looked at her and smiled.

�You were watching some rude nude stuff as well, weren�t you?� he
jested.

She grinned.

�You got me going, sort of.�

�What? Mois?� he retorted in mock indignation.

She grinned and nodded. She surprised him by crawling up and
leaned over and started to kiss him. It was all he needed to
crush her to him and they kissed long and passionately like
lovers do. Soon his hands were roaming over her young body. Down
her ribcage, to her flank, and down her leg on the outside and
sliding up between them and nudging her sex from behind her
buttocks. She immediately opened her legs further as she realized
his hand was constricted to get at her sex. He fingered her and
he was amazed how wet she still was. She had masturbated not long
ago but she was quite sopping to his touch. He honed in on the
inner lips, lightly stroking up and down and occasionally pushed
his fingers back into the vaginal opening. Then he would run his
fingers lightly up the slit and stroke the clitoris. She gasped
into his mouth as she held firm on her kiss. She wasn�t idle
either. She had him in a hand, and to his delight he was hard
again despite having jacked off not long ago. He broke the kiss
and trailed his lips down to a nipple and took it in his mouth
and she lifted her torso so he could get at her hanging breasts.
He worked the nubbin with his lips and tongue and occasionally
nipped it lightly with his teeth. She groaned partly in pleasure,
partly pain.  He worked both nipples in this manner. She was
holding his head with one arm hooked around it while the other
worked his cock between their bodies. He knew he wasn�t in danger
of cumming before he wanted to.

After a few minutes of working her nipples she was groaning and
rolled and lay writhing on her back. He realized she was very
aroused as she had opened her legs wider and pushed her hips to
encourage his hands, now making a frontal assault inside her. He
trailed his tongue off her breasts, down her belly. He paused
briefly to linger in her navel. She already knew where his mouth
was headed and she pushed his head urgently towards her sex. He
abandoned the slow route and simply placed his mouth on her sex
and pushed his tongue up and onto her clitoris. He dropped a hand
back slightly, and pursing the fingers together, slid them as
deep as he could into her. She moaned loudly and opened her legs
even wider. He was tonguing her lazily while shagging her with
the hand in an in-out motion. She took him by surprise as a
violent convulsion signaled the sudden orgasm which caused her to
squeal. He felt her contraction on his hand and she shoved her
pubis up into the searching mouth that was causing her to swoon
and lust after the tongue probing her clitoris. She hit this note
at least three more times before she slumped back with a low
growling noise coming from her chest as she struggled to recover
her breath. He hadn�t seen this coming and it turned him on. Her
hands were clutching his head tightly as a result of her orgasms.
There was no need to carry on as she was basically spent from the
exertions she was now coming down from. He rolled her gently onto
her stomach. And raised himself up and straddled her thighs,
which were parted a little. He could see the labia and the slit
of her sex framed between the curves of her inner buttocks; the
puffy mounds of the labia framing the slightly gaping vaginal
opening. He scooted slowly forward and engaged the head of his
cock in the opening at the back of the slit, and slowly pushed
in. He maneuvered himself forward on his knees and watched,
fascinated, as her lips parted and the thick shaft eased into her
warm tunnel. And he watched the cock disappear into her, and the
labia was pushed further apart gripping his girth tightly. He
could see the small wrinkle of her anus. He eased forward but
remained on his knees astride her, and I began fucking her. As
she was lying almost flat on her stomach, her buttocks limited
how deep he could go so he pushed a hand under her belly and made
to lift her. She was too heavy for him in this half crouched
position but after a few attempts, she realised what he was
trying to do and with some difficulty, she struggled to almost
kneeling for him. This is exactly the position he was aiming for
and he settled into rutting her deeply; now gripping her hips as
he had become more upright and knelt behind her. She sighed
quietly as she felt him withdraw almost completely and then push
back deep. He settled into a routine and she adjusted her body
slightly to get more comfortable. She had her hands on the sheet
in front of her chest and he watched as she curled the fingers
into the sheet in response to the sensation she was enjoying;
like a nursing kitten�s tiny claws feeling the mother cat�s fur
while it drinks from the nipple.

Stephen fucked her with his cock and his mind. He rocked back and
forth on his knees, watching the cock pierce her slit and he saw
the slick sheen of her juices. He knew she wouldn�t cum like this
and she was already spent from the cunnilingus recently performed
on her. This was for him and he made the most of it. After about
ten minutes or so he coaxed her butt up a little higher so her
thighs to the knees on the bed were now vertical. He wrapped his
arms around her midriff for leverage and simply fucked the ass
off her. Burying deep and bring small grunts of complaint as he
punched into her insides as he wrestled to get all of his cock
inside her teen cunt. His groin was noisily slapping against her
butt as he hammered her deeply. She held her position stoically
but was moaning almost continually now and sometimes gasping as
he punched deep against her cervix as he strained for that extra
inch of penetration. This was pure carnal lust on his part. Mindy
struggled to hold herself steady as she felt him slamming deep in
her. Laurel�s father was never like this. This was utter usury on
her young body. And she loved it. Stephen started to feel the
orgasm emanating from deep within his groin. Somewhere between
the asshole and the inner junction of his thighs and crotch. The
tingling feeling of weakness in the pit of the groin that
precedes the cum moving up into the shaft. He was tightly
engaged, and letting her midriff go, he sat back; more upright as
he slammed her. Now he could see the small anus and saw the
surrounding flesh flex and move as the cock pushed in and out of
her; the labia turning in on the in-stroke, and spreading out as
he withdrew. He slid a thumb over her pucker and slowly
insinuated it in through the sphincter, lubricated by the sweat
from the small of her back. She groaned in objection but almost
as soon as she had made her complaint the thick end of the thumb
pushed through and he lodged it as far as the heel of his palm
would allow it to penetrate. He could feel the cock moving
against this new pressure through the thin membrane of flesh
between vagina and rectal cavity. If he thought she was finished,
she once again surprised him by starting to raise her voice in a
low whine as he fucked; and sodomized her with the thumb in her
asshole. It was then he realized a hand was between her legs. She
suddenly contracted and a steady orgasm worked its way through
her body. He felt her pulse strong on his thumb and she
contracted her cunt against his cock. He was undone and slamming
hard he unloaded himself into her tight warm wet tunnel of
nectar. He slammed her four, five maybe six times as the orgasm
consumed him; elated that he could cum so soon after the jack-off
earlier. She was gasping and groaning and he slowly drove her
body flat on the bed as he pushed himself to release the last
drops of cum.

Eventually he was lying flat across her back with the thumb still
lodged in her ass, his hand pinned there between their bodies.
She came out of the swoon that went with her climax and groaned
in discomfort and pushed herself up slightly on her hands braced
on the bed under her shoulders. She twisted with a grimace on her
face and looked back at him.

�Your finger,� she gasped in anguish.

Stephen realized it was twisted by the weight of his body and it
was stretching the sphincter unnaturally. He eased back and
slowly removed the offending digit. She winced as it pulled back
through the tight muscle. His cock was still quite deep despite
the position they were in but as she rose, her buttocks had the
effect of pushing him back further than when she was on her
knees; when he could get deep right up against her. But now only
about half the cock was inside her and he placed his hands each
side of her body and slowly levered himself back. He looked down
and watched the whole cock reappear from between her thighs and
it finally slipped out. It sagged against the sheet between her
legs and he roused his body once more to roll away to one side.
He lay prone, savoring the absolute bliss of the sex just
completed. She lay on her face and they remained this way and
slipped into an afterglow nap.

Stephen was eventually awakened by Mindy urgently moving about
the bed. He opened his eyes and she was sitting up leaning on one
hand propped on the bed and she had his watch arm in her other
hand.

�Oh shit it�s a quarter past four,� she squeaked, looking at the
watch. �I�m going to be late and Nan will hassle me.�

He glanced at the watch. She was right. He sat upright and rolled
his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

�You clean yourself up. I�ll get your stuff from downstairs,� he
said taking charge.

She looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Stunned to
inaction.

�Quick Mindy. Go and wash yourself. I�ll get your old swimsuit,
tracksuit and Walkman and stuff,� he said urgently.

She slowly assimilated what he had said and stood down off the
bed; standing with a hand on her forehead like a damsel in
distress. Her brain trying to comprehend how to get moving.

�Mindy. Hurry,� he rasped sharply at her.

She was right. Alice would be very displeased if she was late.
The tone of his voice caused her to jump and she glanced in
surprise at him and the meaning kicked in. She hurtled to the
bathroom. Stephen walked quickly downstairs, naked. He went out
to the shade house and poolside and rounded up her possessions.
Within a few minutes he was back in the bedroom. She was in the
bathroom and he peeked in. She had one foot up on the toilet bowl
and he could see she was dabbing her sex with a small hand towel
she had taken from the towel rail on the wall. He handed her the
one piece bathing suit and watched her expertly get into it,
pulling the straps up over her shoulders and squirming inside the
tight garment to allow it to stretch evenly over her beautiful
young body. She quickly donned the Taslon track outfit, then, as
if remembering something, she walked quickly out of the bathroom
and skipped down the hall to the study. She reappeared almost
immediately with the scraps of pink bikini in her hand and then
carefully she arranged it at the bottom of the shoulder bag and
peered in to check it wasn�t visible under her other possessions,
including the T-shirt she had in there. Stephen handed her the
towel she had brought with her and she jammed that in the top,
hiding everything else. He passed her sandals and she dropped
them to the floor and slipped her feet into them. She reached
back and removed the stretchy band she used to hold the ponytail
she had made of her hair and the thick mop fanned out and it took
away the sensuality of her neck and ears. With her having a
rather plain face, he felt the exposure of her graceful neck by
the pulling of her hair into a pony tail, had enhanced her
appearance. She was now trying to look like a little girl again.

�Lovely,� he said, not convincing myself. �Now get going or we�ll
both be in trouble.�

With a worried look of purpose she picked up her bag and skipped
down the stairs ahead of him and raced to the front door. Just
before he could open it she turned and threw her arms around his
neck and hugged him. It was more than a quick hug of goodbye.
They had shared something special that day. She clung to him and
he realized she was weeping quietly as she held him tight. He
pulled her to him and held her for a minute or so. Finally he
eased her off him and held her face tenderly.

�You�d better go Mindy,� he said softly. �Come back and see me
tomorrow.�

�I can�t,� she sniffed. �You know my Nan. She has each and every
hour mapped out to the minute. This was my only time to swim
here.�

He knew she was right. Alice was a stickler for order and she
would have Mindy�s visit scheduled to the minute as the young
girl had said. He nodded grimly.

�I�ll never ever forget this,� she sniffed. �Ever.�

�Me neither Mindy,� he said softly.

With that she gulped back a sob and turned and opened the door.
It was exactly four-thirty as she stepped off the sidewalk onto
the road to cross to her grandmother�s. He noted with a smile,
that she had deliberately slowed her pace to a slouch. She was
getting into her angry teen mode. He chuckled. Alice will hear
�it was boring� and Stephen was boring too, no doubt. She
certainly was an enigma. All of that latent sexually which came
out under the most peculiar circumstances. A sixty-three-year old
man and a fifteen-year old girl. Perhaps not so surprising given
she had received the tutelage from adult male before him. He
wondered who; and how much experience she had had. He wondered
too what she learned from him that day. Anything new? Maybe the
thumb in the ass was new. He closed the door and walked back
upstairs. He retrieved his clothes from the study and dressed.
Turning to leave he realized the camera was still sitting without
the memory card, which was in the PC card reader. He roused the
PC from standby and soon the picture browser appeared. There were
no thumbnails. She had deleted them as she emailed them. He
smiled to himself. She thought she had deleted the pictures. But
actually he had all of the snaps in a default folder. He closed
the browser software and retrieved the memory card from the
reader and replaced it in the camera. There was no evidence on
the card of the photographs he had taken of her in her skimpy
bikini. He paused and looked at the PC monitor. In a moment of
panic he realized now that his email address would be obvious.
Her parents will get to hear she was offered the use of his
swimming pool this Tuesday and if for any reason they might come
across the emails, they will realize where the photos came from.
They would confer with Alice and he would be exposed as the
probable photographer. He grimaced at the thought of a situation
where he was implicated in photographing a near-naked young teen
in a skimpy bikini. What other implication could be drawn from
this? He couldn�t afford any sort of scrutiny which may lead
someone to further conclude he may have had a sexual preference
for young teens. True the photographs were a brainwave to get his
way with her. They were an obvious way to break down her anger
and eventually set him up to seduce her. But letting her email
the pictures from his mail browser could be his undoing if her
parents saw them.

He juggled the camera nervously and felt somewhat troubled. Then
he had a thought and he quickly logged in and pulled up the Yahoo
Mail site from IE History. Eureka! She had checked �save� for her
user name and password. It will hold the login details for 2
weeks if the box is checked. He logged in and low and behold,
there was the series of emails and zipped attachments sent from
his PC in her Yahoo mail box. He grimaced at his email address
displayed and he felt a sense of relief and near doom at the same
time. How stupid could he be to allow his mail program to be
used? His email address was his name! With a huge sigh of relief
he deleted all of the incriminating mails in Mindy�s In-box, and
then he emptied the Trash bin, removing them completely. This
being done he felt so much better. Too bad Mindy would never have
a record of the time she wore her skimpy bikini. He stood and
pondered the photos on his hard drive. Maybe he should trash
those to. The sex was way more memorable than any of the photos.
He pondered this and then decided to leave it for now. He�d think
about it. Maybe view them one more time and then erase them. He
went back to the bedroom and surveyed the bed. The sheets were
all bunched up. He inspected them closer and could see the tell
tale spread of wet spots from his cum and her juices, as the
fluid had leaked from her body. He grabbed the sheets and pulled
them from the bed. Going into the bathroom he retrieved the towel
she had used from off the floor and dropped everything at the
door and padded back to the study. He inspected the plain white
calico dust cover on the single bed where he had first fucked
her. Sure enough there was a big stain about where she had rested
her butt. He dragged that off as well, and gathering all of the
laundry, headed downstairs and put it in the washing machine.

Stephen made a pitcher of Margarita and took it out to the shade
house. He sat in the single easy chair and picked up yesterday�s
New York Times and sat and sipped his cocktail while he re-read
the paper. Picking out stories he had skimmed over the day
before. He gazed at the old news but his mind was on the
delicious young hard body he had fucked that day. He flirted with
the near-folly of the emails mistake and took his escape as a
signal that he needed to be more calculating when communicating
anything about his activities to the outside world. He had ducked
a bullet. He knew it.

�Come home Poppy. Come back to me� he thinks as he stares out to
the poolside.

Stephen Slade�s story continues�

Mindy: Epilogue

Mindy�s grandmother and Stephen�s neighbor Alice Jessop died not
quite two years later. She was found in a coma by a friend and
never regained consciousness. The verdict was she died of
cerebral hemorrhage. He attended her funeral as a valued friend
of the family. Alice had previously asked him to succeed her role
as administrator of a family trust she had established for
Michael and his family; with her substantial estate as equity. He
was somewhat flattered and surprised when she first discussed it
with him. He had the option to bail out at the time of her
passing, but Michael earnestly implored him to take the role.
Given Stephen�s investment background Michael Jessop felt he was
an asset to the trusts financial health. The trust fund deed
called for the money to be used to educate the Jessop children.
Once that was accomplished, with the youngest of Michael�s
children graduating college, the next priority was to make annual
annuities to Michael, and the children who would all be adults by
then. Stephen had seldom reflected on Alice�s final discussion
with him regarding her granddaughter Mindy�s �vicious nature� as
she put it. Indeed Stephen�s experience with Mindy was
pleasurably carnal and far from vicious. But he came to heed
Alice�s warning regarding Mindy. She is eighteen now and he has
met her on two occasions as a consequence of his responsibility
as trust administrator. Each time she has been seeking
extraordinary funds for offbeat reasons; with her father Michael
reluctantly in tow. He often wondered why Michael was so amenable
to her idiosyncratic requests. Did she have a hold on him
somehow? Maybe her father was the sexual experience she could not
share with him. Stephen thought he wasn�t capable of any sexual
purpose let alone commit incest. Looking at him and his peculiar
wife he wondered how they had managed to have three kids in the
first place. Each time Mindy has turned up to ask for money, he
had supported her request even though he wanted to refuse her.
The grants seemed to be used for mundane things and her
scholastic record was pretty good such that Stephen felt the
extra tuition she claimed she needed was just a ruse to get some
extra money; and that she was too lazy to go out and earn. But he
knows she figures he can�t refuse because of their illicit sexual
encounter when she was only fifteen. She has had a makeover and
now has more allure to go with that delicious figure which has
rounded out so she is even more delectable. And the makeover has
made her actually very attractive while not being genuinely
pretty or beautiful. Gone is the long thick unruly mop of hair
and it is replaced by a shorter sleek cropped coiffure which
masks the wiry nature of the hair. She is moving to New York to
study art, she told him gaily. �I�ll call on you. I want to see
that fabulous swimming pool again� she added and stared at him
pointedly. Stephen sincerely hoped she was teasing and sat
feeling trapped by her over-confident manner. Her father looked
pleased he was getting her out of the home and had fully endorsed
her move and the choice of her major at NYU.

The old woman�s words rang in Stephen�s ears. �You need to watch
her. She�s vicious�. Indeed Stephen will watch her. Some nagging
doubt tells him he has not seen the last of Mindy Jessop. The End

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Read �A Dangerous Infatuation' series and other stories by
Romany at https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/gypsey/romany/



  
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