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I was sitting on my porch, minding my own business when a car pulled up in front of my next door neighbor’s house. Paul was a single guy who lived next door to my wife and I. He had lived there about six months and we barely knew him, except in passing.Jane was at work and I had the day off, which turned out to be very fortuitous.I watched as a shapely young lady, college-aged, I was guessing, stepped out of the small sports car and walk up to Paul’s front door. She glanced in my direction and smiled, but didn’t say anything.I watched as she rang the doorbell, and then knocked on the door. She glanced in my direction and walked to the end of Paul’s porch, which was a mere six feet from the end of my porch and where I sat looking at social media postings on my phone.“Do you know where my dad is?” she asked.“I think he is probably at work,” I surmised.“Dang it,” she replied. “And I thought I’d catch him at home.”“He sometimes comes home for lunch,” I told her.Spying the empty seat on my porch, she asked if she could come over and sit down. I was more than happy to make the accommodation, especially since she was so very cute and sexy. The front pockets to her tight little cut-off shorts hung down on her long, well-tanned legs and she sported a form-fitting, very-tight, three sizes too small, designer t-shirt with the word “Sexy” emblazoned across the chest. She slipped into the chair Ümraniye Escort next to me.“I’m Cheryl,” she said, introducing herself as she stepped onto the porch.“Rick,” I replied.I offered to get her something to drink.“Anything you have is fine with me,” she cheerfully replied. I could sense her eyes following me as I stepped into the house and fetched some iced tea.Cheryl was nineteen and a sophomore in college studying to be a nurse. She said she didn’t have time for guys because school was her main focus.“But you’re missing out on all the fun,” I teasingly replied.“Oh, I still have fun,” Cheryl replied, biting down on her lower lip and flipping her hair back over her shoulder, “On my terms.”Something told me that if I played cool and kept the conversation going, this girl might just be a little fun to play around with. As we chatted, her legs were crossed, very lady-like, she bobbed her foot up and down. I sensed she was a bit nervous.“You a pretty good looking gal,” I added, “I bet you have the guys lined up at your door.”“Not really,” she replied, “because I’m picky.”“So what do you like in a guy?” I asked.“Actually,” she replied, “I like older guys. The college-aged guys are not very mature. All they want is a quick wham-bam and then they are off to another conquest.”“Yeah,” I replied, “I know what you mean. Myself, I like to take my Ümraniye Escort Bayan time and really enjoy things.”“That’s me as well,” she responded.“I’m like a slow bake oven. It takes me a little bit to get warmed up,” she disclosed. “But once I’m there, I can cook as good as anyone else.”“I bet so,” I replied. She uncrossed her legs and readjusted her cut-offs, pulling at the edges close to her crotch.I didn’t sense any uneasiness in the flow of our conversation, so I decided to pry a bit to see if there was an opportunity that might open a door.“So what is your perfect guy?” I asked.“Well, he has to be secure, well established, have a job, preferably single and good in the bedroom,” she replied.“Preferably single?” I quizzically responded. emphasizing the Preferably.“Well, of course,” she replied.“But what of he is not?” I pressed.“I don’t know,” she replied. “I guess it would depend on what he has to offer. I am not looking for a long-term relationship, not right now, maybe down the road a piece, but not right now.”“So, what would a guy have to offer you, to win you over?” I asked.“Not much,” she replied. “I like to be humored. I like to chat. I like it when guys compliment me or give me small gifts just to make me feel good. I’m not materialistic. I just like to have a good time.”“There’s something to be said for having a good time,” Escort Ümraniye I replied.“What about you?” she asked. “I see that you’re married.”I glanced down at my wedding band.“Yeah,” I replied. “Ten years. We have good times and we have our rough times, but somehow we manage to make things work.”A moment of silence passed and she asked the most personal question I think I have ever been asked by someone I had just met only moments before.“Have you ever cheated on your wife?”“No,” I replied. I waited a few seconds and wistfully added, “Not until now.”My porch guest blushed and replied,“So you’d cheat on your wife for me?” she inquired.“In a heartbeat,” I replied. I could see my porch guest blushing even more-so at my revelation. She fanned herself with her hands.“Oh wow,” she replied. “I wasn’t expecting this.”“You underestimate your beauty,” I replied. “Very cute and your nipples are poking straight out at me.”She looked down at her chest, then casually brushed the palms of her hands across her boobs.“Sorry,” she replied as she tried to cover her breasts. “I don’t have any idea what’s going on.”“They’re great,” I replied. “All natural?”“No, she replied, “I had them enhanced a while back. I used to be pretty flat-chested.”Uh-huh.“Do you wanna feel them?” she asked.“Do I what?” I asked in shocked response.“Do… you… want…to…feel…them?” she repeated one word at a time. She stood up and stepped right in front of where I was seated, facing me and raised up her shirt, exposing her two luscious looking boobs, the nipples of which were perched perfectly on top of her light pink areolas.“Go ahead, feel them,” she instructed. I placed my hand on top of her left breast and fingered her nipple.
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