BECKY RIDER - Sex Stories

BECKY RIDER

... may have missed it." I was babbling, but it was techno-babble, and nobody understands techno-babble anyway. I knew the machine was clean when I left, but if I didn't charge her for coming back, well, she might ask me to come back more often! "Well at least let me cook you dinner. It's the least I can do, since I probably mucked it up." We went back-and-forth a bit in the typical social dance, and I got the impression that in addition, she was being a little flirty with me. Cool! We decided I'd go over that evening about six. That'd give me time to shower after my last job, and give her time to cook. The rest of the day was a blur, and showering, I thought about Carol. She was a hot little piece of tail, and I'd love to get her into the sack, so if her flirting turned serious, I'd be all over that! I had me an ulterior motive to toss her a freebie - I hoped she'd toss me some nookie! But my ulterior motive had an ulterior motive as well. If Carol and I hooked up, I might get to spend more time with Becky. Maybe she'd like another "horsie ride". I knew I was lying to myself about those panties and who soaked them, but it was a mind-game I had to play with myself to keep from going nuts. I kept pretending to myself that it had been Carol, because if her mom had REALLY given me her daughter's cum-soaked panties... well, I wouldn't be able to walk with a hard-on that stiff! So I got ready, got my gear, and headed over. Bag over my shoulder, I rang the bell, and heard Carol's ...

... voice inside. "Becky, can you get the door please?" Shit. Breathe Dane, breathe! She probably doesn't even remember you - k**s got NO attention span! She answered the door wearing - I shit you not - the cutest little fluffy pink-and-white dress you ever saw. It looked like something out of a Shirley Temple movie - except that her hair was straight and in two long ponytails that cascaded over her shoulders. She saw me and, to my astonishment, threw open the door, yelled "Horsey!" and literally leaped into my arms. Well so much for not remembering! I didn't know whether to be afraid or delighted. "I'm so sorry," Carol said as she came bustling out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "She's been like this ever since I told her you were coming over for dinner. Come here k**do!" she reached for the c***d, who had affixed herself to me with all the subtlety of a boa constrictor. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, and she pressed her face to my chest like she was never going to let go, and I had naturally reacted when she jumped up by slipping one hand around her back and the other under her behind to hold her up. "It's okay," I said as it became evident from Carol's lack of success at prying her c***d from me. "I can hold her." Carol smiled approvingly - which was the last thing I'd expected. "Okay," she said with a mischievous grin. Dinner will be in about twenty. Will that be enough time to get the computer working properly?" "Should be fine," I replied, carrying the k** ...