and a sweet “Merci”. She
traded her feather duster for his cloth, and he pretended to dust the
step ladder with it. She smiled and still hummed as she wiped the
dust from the fan and light. He moved over to her, and began using
the feather duster on her legs. She never missed a beat with her
humming, humming along as she continued to wipe the now-clean fan.
She smelled heavenly, clean with a hint of perfume. He moved his way
up her legs, dusting her calves, the back of her knees, up her
thighs, and finally, touching her ass lightly with the duster. She
ignored him, still humming away. He figured it was now or never, and
reached a hand up and grabbed her ass. She gasped, stopping her
humming and looked down at him.
"Monsieur!"
she exclaimed, and he instantly pulled his hand back. She stepped
down the step ladder and grabbed the feather duster out of his hands.
"Sorry! Um,
um, desolee," he stammered out in French. She seemed to calm
down a bit as he spoke the French word, then smiled a little bit. She
turned around, lifted up her skirt a little ways, and said "You
like?" His jaw practically hit the floor.
"Yes, oui,
oui." She walked to the table and took out a pen and paper, and
wrote something down. She handed it to him, and again his jaw
practically hit the floor.
"$900?"
She nodded, and smiled, thrusting her tits out, showing some nice
cleavage. He couldn’t believe it would be that easy to get
someone as hot as her into bed, or that it would be that expensive.
"No, I'm
sorry, I can't." He hadn’t cashed his bonus check yet, so
he had no cash on hand and not enough in the bank to write a check.
As if she would accept a personal check for this. She pouted, picked
up her feather duster, and started sashaying towards the door. He
didn’t know hips could move like that- he wondered what else
those hips could do.
"Wait, um,
arret!" She looked back, and quizzically looked at him, trying
to figure out what he wanted.
"Hold on."
Caleb went to his bedroom, emptied his wallet, his vacation jar, his
swear jar, and finally came back to the living room.
"$690. It's
all I have on me." She counted out the bills, seemed to think
about it for a moment, then smiled and tucked the money into her
purse.
"Oui," is
all she said, before getting in close to him. She stood up on her
toes and kissed him lightly, her tongue darting out at the last
second to graze his lips. Her smell was heavenly, even better here
than it had been when he had dusted her legs. He returned her kiss
with another, and his hands immediately went for her ass. It felt
fantastically round in his hands, and as he squeezed it and grabbed
at the fabric of her skirt. She gently bit his lip as they kissed,
tugging gently, and then gliding her tongue against his. He could
feel an erection struggling to escape its fabric confines, and
started hungrily grabbing even more at her ass. When he grabbed her
hips and leaned back a little, she leaped up and wrapped her legs
around his midsection. They hungrily kissed at each other while she
grinded into him as he supported her ass with his hands. He carried
her into the bedroom, and she smiled when she saw he had done so.
He set her down
gently, and she strutted to the bed, put her hands out on the
comforter and stood on her tip toes. She wiggled her ass at him,
flaunting the lacy underwear under the short skirt. He took the hint,
pulling up her skirt and pulling her black lacy panties down, kissing
her legs as he went down. The lace was damp with desire as he tossed
it on the floor behind him. She stepped out and spread her legs open,
inviting him in. He grazed his fingers along the lips of her vagina-
enjoying that it was hair-free and dripping wet. She gasped an "Oooh
la la" as he put his face underneath her, and began licking her
pussy. He licked up and down, all the way up to her asshole, then
back down to her clit. She was obviously enjoying it, so he lifted
her leg up on the bed and went to work on her clit. She gasped
traded her feather duster for his cloth, and he pretended to dust the
step ladder with it. She smiled and still hummed as she wiped the
dust from the fan and light. He moved over to her, and began using
the feather duster on her legs. She never missed a beat with her
humming, humming along as she continued to wipe the now-clean fan.
She smelled heavenly, clean with a hint of perfume. He moved his way
up her legs, dusting her calves, the back of her knees, up her
thighs, and finally, touching her ass lightly with the duster. She
ignored him, still humming away. He figured it was now or never, and
reached a hand up and grabbed her ass. She gasped, stopping her
humming and looked down at him.
"Monsieur!"
she exclaimed, and he instantly pulled his hand back. She stepped
down the step ladder and grabbed the feather duster out of his hands.
"Sorry! Um,
um, desolee," he stammered out in French. She seemed to calm
down a bit as he spoke the French word, then smiled a little bit. She
turned around, lifted up her skirt a little ways, and said "You
like?" His jaw practically hit the floor.
"Yes, oui,
oui." She walked to the table and took out a pen and paper, and
wrote something down. She handed it to him, and again his jaw
practically hit the floor.
"$900?"
She nodded, and smiled, thrusting her tits out, showing some nice
cleavage. He couldn’t believe it would be that easy to get
someone as hot as her into bed, or that it would be that expensive.
"No, I'm
sorry, I can't." He hadn’t cashed his bonus check yet, so
he had no cash on hand and not enough in the bank to write a check.
As if she would accept a personal check for this. She pouted, picked
up her feather duster, and started sashaying towards the door. He
didn’t know hips could move like that- he wondered what else
those hips could do.
"Wait, um,
arret!" She looked back, and quizzically looked at him, trying
to figure out what he wanted.
"Hold on."
Caleb went to his bedroom, emptied his wallet, his vacation jar, his
swear jar, and finally came back to the living room.
"$690. It's
all I have on me." She counted out the bills, seemed to think
about it for a moment, then smiled and tucked the money into her
purse.
"Oui," is
all she said, before getting in close to him. She stood up on her
toes and kissed him lightly, her tongue darting out at the last
second to graze his lips. Her smell was heavenly, even better here
than it had been when he had dusted her legs. He returned her kiss
with another, and his hands immediately went for her ass. It felt
fantastically round in his hands, and as he squeezed it and grabbed
at the fabric of her skirt. She gently bit his lip as they kissed,
tugging gently, and then gliding her tongue against his. He could
feel an erection struggling to escape its fabric confines, and
started hungrily grabbing even more at her ass. When he grabbed her
hips and leaned back a little, she leaped up and wrapped her legs
around his midsection. They hungrily kissed at each other while she
grinded into him as he supported her ass with his hands. He carried
her into the bedroom, and she smiled when she saw he had done so.
He set her down
gently, and she strutted to the bed, put her hands out on the
comforter and stood on her tip toes. She wiggled her ass at him,
flaunting the lacy underwear under the short skirt. He took the hint,
pulling up her skirt and pulling her black lacy panties down, kissing
her legs as he went down. The lace was damp with desire as he tossed
it on the floor behind him. She stepped out and spread her legs open,
inviting him in. He grazed his fingers along the lips of her vagina-
enjoying that it was hair-free and dripping wet. She gasped an "Oooh
la la" as he put his face underneath her, and began licking her
pussy. He licked up and down, all the way up to her asshole, then
back down to her clit. She was obviously enjoying it, so he lifted
her leg up on the bed and went to work on her clit. She gasped
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