Lucy slides her hand over her phone almost before the beep has finished, and with experienced fingers has the new message up by the time she has lifted the object that has become your centre of attention.
“You’re going to like this” she says as she smiles towards you, “apparently I have to take you to my bed and give myself to you any way you want.” The way she says it is so matter-of-fact, as if offering her body to someone is an everyday occurrence that you almost ask her to repeat what she said as surely you misheard it. Your brain though is no longer in control, and instead you are now being lead by your blood-filled cock.
“Well, let’s go then” you say grabbing her hand and almost dragging her to the kitchen door, “So, which one is your bedroom?”
She directs you up the stairs, passing her g-string discarded over the banister, and at the top of the stairs, the top she was recently wearing is also laying as if dropped as she walked.
“I left a trail for you to the bathroom” she tells you as you look down at the small piece of fabric that now looks way too small to have been able to contain her marvellous breasts with any success.
Pushing the door at the end of the hall open, you step into a small room, the one you use as a junk room in your own house, but Lucy has made it very welcoming in this house, the obvious touches of a young girl everywhere, from the candles on every available surface, to the soft colours of the walls and bed coverings.
As you step inside, she urges you to close the door to make it more cosy, and as you do so, she slips the robe down her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. You look on speechless as she reveals her nakedness to you, and unlike in the garden when you watched from a distance, this time you take in her whole body, in all its beauty.
“Well, what do you want to do to me then?” she asks, bringing your mind back to the reason you have come here, the last text message.
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