08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2 - Sex Stories

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2

There is just something about a minx I can’t resist. For someone like me at that time, unsure of girl’s signals, Pearl was a gift from heaven. Someone who completely knew what they wanted. My initial fears seemed unfounded, she was no emotional stalker. In fact I don’t think she was ever interested in me as a person. All she wanted was The Fluffer. Just my tongue, fingers and sometimes my cock. The next morning, a Sunday, I turned up to work at the professor's house, replacing the window frame in a first floor window. The professor and his wife were already fiddling around by the pool preparing for guests while I slogged away inside with my “hands-on appreciation of great architecture.” Pearl appeared, sulkily wearing the “pretty dress” her mum had made her wear, leaning against the threshold and watching me work in the hot room. She looked like a grumpy bridesmaid, her darkly made up eyes and shock of electric-pink hair a brilliant contrast with the dress. She was barefoot, one foot sliding over the other like wringing hands. As she watched me, I clocked ‘the look’. Feral, eyes hooded. A little half-bitten smirk. “Pearl,” I warned, “Not a good time.” “Don’t worry, you don’t need to do a thing, just play with your… wood.” She stalked into the room, closing the door carefully behind her. I gestured to the opening; half the wall was missing between us and her parents. “They can’t see anything.” She walked over to the window and waved outside to prove her point, smiling ...

... brightly. “And only the top of us if we stand here. I’ve checked the angles…” Her mother gushed from outside. “Oh how lovely, thank you sweetheart. You look beautiful!” Pearl smiled wickedly over her shoulder at me, “See? So they can’t see this…” She reached behind herself and grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and holding it in both fists to the small of her back. I might have guessed. No knickers. I swore at the horny contrast between her prim and polite figure and the rude round cheeks presented to me. She proceeded to chat to her parents while standing there challenging me with her naked rear, leaning this way and that, twisting one foot coyly, stamping a foot and setting off wobbles. Completely innocent as far as her parents were concerned, but clearly relishing her secret display to me. Pushing her luck, Pearl bent over, head in cupped hand on the window ledge. She sniggered at my growl of disapproval and lust. The rude blossom of Pearl’s sex, tucked beneath those cheeks, called out to me and the inner lips stuck out like a dare. I pulled myself together and carried on with my work. This was unacceptable to Pearl who, on hearing me sawing, widened her legs and arched her back to tip up her bottom. I swore and dropped my saw, causing a chuckle from Pearl, elegantly worked into her conversation. Her sudden yelp was rather more difficult to disguise however, as I nipped her bottom cheeks. She shot a laser-pout of horn over her shoulder, but didn’t move. I reckoned she ...