Sexy Fun Times/Laid/Park/Bench Girl/Shower/Lunch/Dessert
“How about some dessert,” you say. She holds her wineglass up for a refill and the towel falls off her head; now that her hair is clean can see that there’s more than a hint of copper in there. You half fill the glass and fetch a brush from your bedroom; it’s one of those round ones that girls use, left behind by a previous visitor.
She takes a sip from the glass and starts brushing the tangles out of her hair. “Would you like me to do that,” you ask. She looks at you doubtfully and then shrugs, nearly losing her towel. You sit on the armchair and she stands with her back to you. “You’ll have to kneel down,” you say and she drops to her knees and then sits on the heels between your knees while you drag the brush through her surprisingly silky hair.
You keep brushing long past the point that it’s strictly necessary and you feel the girl relax against your legs. “It’s a long time since anyone brushed my hair,” she murmurs, and when you stop brushing she asks you to keep going. Her towel has come loose again and you can’t help looking down over her shoulder at her small tits. This time she makes no attempt to cover herself up.
“I knew you were a pervert,” she says, turning her head around and up and smiling. “Is this what you do; lure little girls back to your pad with promises of hot showers, food and wine?”
You smile back and shrug. “Works every time,” you say, making her giggle, which makes her tits bounce.
“So what’s it to be then,” she says; “you already got me naked so it’ll have to be the hundred dollar deal. She stands up the towel falls to the floor revealing her skinny body. There’s not an ounce of fat on her; she hasn’t even got any hips; when she turns to pick up her glass, you can see that her ass is as tight as a young boy’s. She turns back and smiles at you. “Come on then, get it out,” she says.
You stand up, unbuckle your belt and pull your jeans and underpants down together, revealing your stiff cock. “Wow! I never saw one that big before,” she says, taking a pace back.
Not for the first time, you think to yourself that having an oversized cock is a bit of a handicap for a guy who likes to have sex with kids. You wrap your hand around the shaft and slowly slide the skin up and down. “I’m not going to rape you; you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you want to get dressed and go, I won’t stop you.”