Sexy Fun Times/Laid/Park/Bench Girl/Shower/Lunch

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Shaking your head you decide against invading her privacy and walk into the kitchen, you put your shopping on the bench and start fixing something to eat. You crack six eggs into a bowl and beat them into a froth, adding a glug of milk along the way. Half a handful of fresh herbs snipped off the plants on your windowsill and a pinch of salt goes into the mix and you put it to one side.

You walk back into the living room and over to your hi-fi, you can hear that the shower running and ...is that singing? You smile as you think that's pretty cute, you start up your hi-fi and slip a CD in and the soothing sound of Kenny G fills the room. Back in the kitchen you grab a glass and put some ice in before you go up to the small bar in the corner of the living room, pouring yourself a scotch you take a sip and sit down in your armchair and put your feet up on the coffee table.

When the first song finishes you’re beginning to wonder if you need to go and check on Amelia, you start to get up when the door opens and she comes in with a towel wrapped around her and another twisted around her hair. Her dainty feet are bare and you note the heavily chipped black polish on her nails.

Your eyes travel up her smooth legs to where the towel hides her upper thigh, it goes up and covers her body above her small breasts. A light smattering of freckles cover her shoulders and you note the slight smirk on her face as your eyes meet hers. In the park, she looked like twelve going on twenty; in your sitting room, fresh out of a hot shower, she looks more like ten going on twelve.

"Enjoy your shower," you ask getting to your feet and heading for the kitchen. She nods and starts to follow you but you waive her towards the armchair you just vacated. "I’m making omelettes, it won’t take a minute."

You give the eggs another whisk while the pan heats up and then you pour half the mixture in, rolling it around to spread it evenly. You warm a plate with some boiling water and when the eggs are cooked, you use a spatula to fold the omelette in half, slide it onto a plate and grab a fork before going back into the living room to hand it to Amelia.

She looks suspiciously at the food but you take no notice as you go back to start cooking your own, by the time you go to join her the plate is empty. She looks up at your plate as you sit down on the sofa opposite her, "do you want this one too?" You ask as you remember she could be homeless and not had a thing to eat for a while.

"No thanks," she shakes her head but the sound of her stomach rumbling cuts through the air. Her face turns crimson but you smile and hand her the plate, without a word she takes it and begins to eat.

Rather than make her uncomfortable by watching her eat you take the empty plate and go to wash up, when you're done you rejoin her. The second plate is empty when you re-enter the room, she puts the plate on the table and tucks her feet underneath herself in the way that young girls do, she makes sure to carefully pull the towel down to make sure you don’t see anything she doesn’t want to you to see.

"I don't consider myself much of a cook but I'm glad that you liked it," you smile and finish off your scotch as you flop back on the sofa. You catch her eying the glass and pouting, "you’re too young," you say with a grin.

"If I'm old enough to suck a cock, then I'm old enough to drink booze," she smirks.

You click the ice in the glass and get to your feet, "scotch is an acquired taste, how about wine instead? Or I have some flavoured Vodka in the fridge if you prefer."

"I'll have some wine," she says smiling.

Back at your bar you pour yourself another scotch and fix her up a glass of red wine. "Will there be anything else Madam?" You give her your best waiter impression as you hand her the glass with a little bow.

She answers with a giggle and a shake of her head as she takes a big gulp of her wine, you sit back on the sofa and sip your own drink. When she finishes the last gulp of her wine she looks at you expectantly. "So which offer are you takin' then?" She asks when you don't say anything.