An erotic short story of epic proportion with world renowned comedienne Ashley Jones as the sultry and seductive protagonist.
--- AFTERNOON DELIGHT ---
I left the job early to come home to do the dreaded paper work, sending out e mail estimates, ordering material etc. I left my partner on the job. We flipped a coin to see who would do the paper work and I lost.
I heard a car pull into my driveway and a few seconds later I heard a light half hearted knock on the door.I suspected the Jehovah's Witnesses again so I ignored it. A second light knock could be heard and curiosity got the best of me as to whom was on the other side of the door. I got up and opened the door. There she stood. I recognized her immediately. I stood there like a retard unable to speak and at the same time trying to comprehend my good fortune. She seemed a bit shy and a little hesitant as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Ashley". I know, I know I said to myself. She didn't know me from Adam and I preferred to keep it that way and not tell her how familiar that I was with her.
She told me that she was in the process of purchasing the house next to mine and that she was wondering if I knew of any problems with the house. I finally snapped out of my stupor and invited her in.I told her to have a seat on the couch. I asked her if I could offer her something to drink. She asked if I had seltzer and an orange and I told her I did. It's a mystery to me why I bought a bottle of seltzer the last time I went shopping since I don't drink seltzer. Chalk it up to unconscious synchronicity I guess. I squeezed the juice of the orange into the seltzer as she directed and gave it to her while I enjoyed a cup of coffee. I told her that I knew of no problems with the house next door. I had renovated the kitchen for the owners and did some minor work in the basement during a very heavy rain and the basement remained dry as the provebial bone. I told her that the roof was replaced about three years ago so she won't have any problems. She complemented me on the kitchen renovation and she seemed to relax a bit upon hearing that the house was in good shape.
As we sat talking, small talk mostly, I started to become slightly aroused. She was wearing a white cotton tank top and her arms were exposed all the way and I noticed a small patch of axillary hair in her arm pit. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, I could see her little nipples pushing against the soft cotton of her tank top. I tried to be discrete but she caught me peeking. She smiled as only she can and asked if I liked what I saw. Sheepishly I replied in the affirmative. She asked where the bedroom was. I thought she misspoke and meant the bathroom. She reiterated, no the bedroom. She placed her empty drink on the coffee table, stood up and grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go". I got up grateful that I had made the bed, a rare occurrence on my part, before leaving for work. Didn't want her to think I was a poor housekeeper.
Once in the bedroom she placed her slender arms around my neck pulling me slightly downward due to our height difference. She pressed her warm moist tender lips against mine. She began slightly biting my lower lip and eventually her warm moist tongue found its way into my mouth and the battle of the tongues began, something like Battle Bots. Only difference was that I couldn't care less who won. I became more aroused. She removed her tongue from my mouth to my chagrin and sat on the edge of the bed. She removed her ankle length boots revealing a pair of orange Garfield socks. I thought, how cute. She removed those socks revealing her delicate feet with blue painted toenails. She stood up and removed her tank top revealing the most perfect and pert little breasts and and pink little nipples I had ever seen. Michelangelo would have been proud to sculpt those pert little breasts and Rembrandt would have been over joyed to put paint to canvas in painting those breasts. She walked towards me and removed my tee shirt. She placed her hands on my now bare chest and began massaging my nipples with her thumbs, my Achilies heel. I felt as if I was ready to cum so I started thinking about football, Buffalo Bills, my last quarter mile drag race which I lost to of all cars a Chevy Camaro due to a missed shift from second to third to assuage my desire to cum.
Ashley bent down and undid my jean's button and zipper and slid them down my legs which were now starting to feel like they were made of rubber. I stepped out of them and she began to caress my stiff member through my boxer briefs and then she slid them off. My erect member bounded out like a horse coming out of the gate at the Kentucky Derby. She placed her long slender fingers on my member slightly stroking it and sending a shiver up my spine.