You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 9 - Sex Stories

You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 9

... guy in the black pick up as it idled beside her on the wrong side of the road. He was driving with a friend who looked to be about his age. The pick up truck had pool-cleaning equipment in the bed and had metallic white signs on the doors that read, "Ronnie's Pool Service." Along with his business name, in smaller letters and numbers, he included his office phone number and his license number. He dressed it up with two blue dolphins in each top corner. A call to his office number was actually a call to his home. His mom would usually answer the calls and if it wasn't for her, Ole Ronnie would have been out of business. Ronnie Hartman was 34 years old and still lived with his mom. Ronnie had graduated from the same high school Jenny was attending. He still had his boyish good looks from when he was one of the counties top water polo players. At 6'2 and 205 pounds, he cut a handsome figure that made some of the mom's and daughters along his pool route swoon until they knew how much of a 'heel' he was. Ronnie's sidekick, Peter 'Petey' Paulson went to school with him but wasn't the athlete Ronnie was and instead excelled in stealing stereos and selling 'pot'. Petey was 34 but stood only 5'8 and 175 pounds. Jenny stood her ground, with her right hand on her hip. She was doing her best to look perturbed and tough at the same time. "What?" Ronnie played dumb. "Me?" he asked, pointing at himself with his left hand and looking at Jenny, Petey, and then to the front and back of the ...

... truck. Jenny smiled but recovered her edge. She shook her head lightly as if his deception wasn't going to work on her. She glared at Ronnie and looked past him at Petey. He was trying his best to look her up and down from his spot on the truck's bench seat. Rising up on his left hand, he looked past Ronnie down at her feet and slowly lowered himself to allow his eyes to move up her body to her face. Jenny didn't remember if there was anyone riding with him the other day so she didn't plan to light into him. "Yeah, it was you," she said and looked over the truck another time just to be sure it was the right vehicle. "What?" Ronnie said again incredulously. He looked Jenny over and couldn't believe how hot this little number was. He loved to plan his day around the high school letting out so Petey and him could get an eyeful. When they were lucky, they got a whole lot more than their eyes serviced. "You remember?" Jenny held steadfast to her assertion. Ronnie shrugged and smiled as if he couldn't possibly have said anything that could anger her. "Yeah, you remember," she said, studying his face and beginning to wonder if it was him. "I don't," Ronnie smiled widely. It was the smile that he used to talk countless ladies, high school girls to lonely housewives, out of their moist panties. His cock grew in his pants as he thought of how much fun he could have with this young high school student. Petey laughed from his side of the truck as Ronnie worked his magic. The cheerleader was ...