Pretty New Hostess, Peyton - Sex Stories

Pretty New Hostess, Peyton

... that bad and looking at it I remarked, “Mmmm, that’s pretty good.”

It made her smile and after taking a drink herself, she nodded, giving me another big smile. Sitting there talking, I think she was still nervous, and needing a little distraction she asked, “Wanta watch some TV?”

I really didn’t care, I just wanted the chance to be with her, hoping to maybe get her in bed, and as she got up and grabbed the remote, I couldn’t help but look at her little ass as she bent over. Smiling, I boldly scooted over closer to where she had been sitting and as she sat back down, she brushed against my thigh.

Looking over at me, she smiled and then immediately shifted over a little. It made me smile too, but I worried that I might have over stepped, however as she took a big gulp off her rum and Coke, she put her hand on my thigh and said, “I’ll be right back.”

She had stood up and as I smiled nervously, she looked at me and casually said, “I gotta pee.”

Relieved for a moment, continuing to smile, she headed into the bathroom that was just off the kitchen, but as I sat there I thought, “Oh yea, that’s it, it’s probably over now.”

However, she wasn’t in there very long and as she sat next to me she smiled and said, “That’s better, and as she grabbed her drink off the table, Peyton had casually put her hand on my leg again, bracing herself in a way.

I could smell that she had sprayed a little perfume on, and as she took a big drink, I smiled and looked down at her ...

... hand briefly, thinking, “Maybe she’s trying to signal to me that she’s interested, wanting me to make a move.”

Looking over at her and seeing her smiling, I couldn’t help but smiled too. I wanted to kiss her, and hoping it’s what she wanted, I got up the courage. However, as soon as I leaned toward her and put my arm around her back, she asked, “What are you doing?”

It surprised me, I didn’t know if she actually meant it but then seeing her smile, I leaned into her, and giving her a hug, I pulled her close and innocently kissed her on the head. It made her look up at me, and when I again went in for a kiss, Peyton closed her eyes.

Closing my eyes too as my lips pressed against hers, I excitedly pulled her closer, trying to press against her. It was only a simple little kiss and after another hug, we both nervously reached for our drinks, and took a big sip.

Sitting back, there was an awkward pause and as we looked at each other, Peyton suddenly blurted out, “How old are you?”

I didn’t know how to answer but smiling I asked, “How old are you?”

It made her smile, but seeing she wanted to know I replied, “How old do you think I am?”

Looking at me questioningly she said, “You’re 30, right?”

Again it made me smile and after a second I lied saying, “That’s close,” and when she asked, “Are you 32,” I said,” “Yea,” and continued by asking, “Am I too old?”

It made Peyton blush, and then smiling she quickly replied, “No, you’re not too old.”

I knew she was ...