Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7

... followed with full interest.

When they stopped again, I was exposed, more than I was before. What a bitch.

"What did I say?" she giggled happily. I didn't answer, and tried my best to look away. She took both of her hands, one on each boob, and gave them a good squeeze. It sent my gaze on a direct return trip that she had already seen coming. Her eyes were playful and domineering. I averted my eyes from her and didn't want to play along. I was getting too old for that sort of thing. It was typically young girls who had to start a seductive game. The lion and antelope roles were switched around.

"Of course you will get my full attention in that outfit, you would get that from any man," I replied cheekily, and leaned back haughtily in the garden chair. She shook her head with small and slow movements, then moved one of the garden chairs, which she finally sat down in. She put her athletic legs up on the same garden chair where I had placed mine.

I sent a suspicious look back. What the hell was she up to? The young student looked around my unattractive and overgrown garden and seemed to already feel at home.

"What can I do for you?" I asked grumpily, definitely displeased with the way she allowed herself to invade my private grounds. It also annoyed me to no end that she had such a distinctly haughty and self-confident facade on. She was not supposed to believe that she was anything.

"I could smell the strong smoke, and wondered if I could have a hiss?", she ...

... answered sincerely, tilting her head as her index finger found a golden lock to wrap lovingly around. I pursed my lips and decoded the dancing finger with the golden lock as a clear sign that she was trying to manipulate me with her feminine features. Now I had been smoking a tent in my summer house since day one, and she was certainly not the first to come to visit to have a bite of the cake. I was well aware of the sneaky girl tricks when they tried to persuade us males to please their desires. But not this time. She shouldn't be allowed to get away so easily.

"I don't think your parents will like that," I commented, and after all I had made an agreement with her dear father that I should be a responsible adult who looked after her well-being.

"Oh stop! They´re not in charge of me anymore,' she snorted in annoyance and frowned. I shrugged, took the bean in my hand, and put it in my mouth to take a good sip. I openly looked at her two golden crown jewels, and breathed the smoke onto them. She moved her gaze down to her bosom, and after a while back to my gaze again.

"If you don't say anything, I won't say anything either." We both understood the allusion and what the deal entailed. She shut up about me being a horny troll while I shut up about her interest in smoking weed.

I handed her the glowing stick, which she gently accepted. She studied it closely, and seemed completely fascinated, before taking a considered puff. When the effect from the contents hit, she ...