Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
A career woman, preferably just a few years younger than myself, who’s ready to settle down and have a kid or two.
Definitely not some barely legal hot to trot young girl who’s out to sow her oats, been there done that.
But she sure doesn’t make it easy. I’d seen her the first day I moved in, standing on the lawn of the place next door.
Our properties were separated by a lawn and a hedge in front, and a high security wall around the sides and back. The homes around here ran into the millions, so obviously her parents must be loaded.
She had long, curly golden locks and that’s about all I could see. I couldn’t see the color of her eyes, but her body in the short halter-top dress was fucking mouth watering.
Six months ago I would’ve approached her in a heartbeat, but after my last foray into the minefield that’s called relationships, I’ve learned to be more careful. Darlene had turned out to be a little unhinged if you know what I mean, totally schizo.
I ended up having to get a restraining order and was even now in the middle of a very messy stalking case because of her.
That experience had been a wake-up call. When a woman you’d fucked broke into your house because you’ve decided you’re not interested in an encore, and then proceeded to slash your shit to pieces, and spray paint threats on the walls, and threatens to do you next, you come to your senses real fucking quick.
My dick will just have to suffer, because there’s no way I’m swimming in those waters again. She had been young and beautiful too, with no outward signs of the fucked up mentality that had led her to terrorize my ass for the last couple of months.
Uh-uh, no more young pussy for me. Maybe I was paying for my past sins. I’ll be the first to admit I love to fuck and have enjoyed as much of it as I could in the past.
These days, my appetites are on a tight leash though. Can’t fuck anything if your dick’s lopped off. That didn’t stop me from looking though; the girl was hot.
I'd been here two months to the day when she came over with her parents, who I'd met three days after my move.
Her father was some big shot land developer and her mom was an actress who’d starred in some high-profile movies in her younger days.
The daughter looks like she could follow in her mother’s footsteps easy.
I decided to have a barbecue for my neighbors, kind of like a welcome to the neighborhood only in reverse.
Everyone RSVP’d because everyone wanted a look at the Heisman and Super Bowl star, who’d plopped down in the middle of them.
I had chosen the area because it was more family-oriented than the others the realtor had shown me, plus I was looking ahead. I was preparing for my future with a wife and kids.
There was no place here for the young hot Ashley.
She got to her lawn and turned flirtatiously, as if she knew I was watching. It was hard not to; when someone who looks and smells like that tells you outright that they want to go to bed with you, it leaves an impression on you.
I just said thanks but no thanks, though it killed me to do it. That had been the night of the barbecue party. She hadn’t seemed too disappointed then, just went back to the party like nobody’s business.
But the damage had already been done. The seed had been planted and my cock stayed hard for the rest of the evening and pretty much every other time that I’d seen her since.
Now here she was again, flaunting her ass at me. Maybe if I hit it just once... ‘No way Zachary, too close for comfort.’ I’ve been telling myself the same thing for weeks now, but it was getting harder and harder to follow my own advice.
I decided to avoid temptation and headed out back to my pool area to look around at the property. It really was a nice plot of land.
I had more land in the back of the house than most of my neighbors, and it was all well screened in by a protective wall.
The pool led to steps that led down and embankment to a tennis court with a line of trees in between.
There was a basketball court off to the side and still about two and half acres of open land, more than enough for little boys to run around in.
“Hello Zachary.”
“Fuck, how did you get in here?” I turned at the sound of her voice.
“I used the gate, the people who lived here before used to let me use the pool when ours was being remodeled.”
Please go away little girl, you can’t handle this dick and I don't need the headache.
“What do you want Ashley? I don’t mean to be rude but I already told you, I’m not interested.” Lying fuck, why did she have to smell so damn good all the time?
And how did she do that little innocent girl thing and still look like she was ready to fuck at a moment’s notice?
I think it was that more than anything else that might land my ass in trouble. It wasn’t just that Ashley was hot; it was the whole package.
She has this kinda Little Bo Peep shit going on, where she looks at me and I see innocence and uncertainty, like she’s just begging for approval.
And then I look at her ass and I lose my train of thought. And don’t get me started on her tits, just fuck; the whole damn package is enough to make me sweat.
“That’s okay, I can always change your mind.” She smiled knowingly at me.
“What?” what the fuck, was she another one of those stalking nut jobs or some shit?
“Not to worry, I’m not like your stalker and I’m not crazy. I just know what I want when I see it.”