What can I say, I love to be fucked. I’m 5’7”, 126 lbs on a good day, 34-28-32 size C cups, with wavy black hair, with caramel/honey tanned skin, and blue eyes. I’m beautiful but there is a catch. I’m 16, nearly 17, but I don’t live in a state that mandates an age of consensual sex. So I am a minor, but that won’t stop me or the guys that want a piece of my hot sexy ass.
I live with my uncle, who happens to always be away on business. My parents, well, let’s just leave it that they are not in the picture. Something I would rather not talk about. He is in the Information Technology Sales something; all I know is he travels a lot, sometimes internationally, so he is gone for several days at a time. He makes good money so we live a rather cushy but modest life. I’m happy, he’s happy, life is good.
Anyway, when I turned 15, my uncle decides that I don’t need to have a caretaker/house sitter anymore. I am old enough, responsible, a “good girl,” on top of that I make good grades. He never has to worry about me or what I do. Well, from what he thinks he knows anyway. It was also when I turned 15 I lost my virginity. But I really wasn’t that much of a good girl. Appearances are important, it allows people to see (sometimes) what they want to see.
Up till the age change, I of course, serviced my boyfriends. Sucking dick, hand jobs, things like that, but never more than that. To be truthful, I’ve only done this with 3 boys. Boys, I mean by like my age. So I’m not a slut, but that changed too. You’ll see.
We have a pool in the back yard that I like to lie out at, swim, do whatever. Sometimes I lie out topless and in a g-string so I have some minimal tan lines, but I like the tan lines. I like to see the contrast of my skin tone, I find it quite sexy. The guy I lost my virginity to was the guy next door. He owns a lock-smith business. He’s one of those guys that had become lucky in his business. He didn’t have a whole lot before, but he is well off. Anyhow…
One of the days that I was laying out, I had on a black string bikini. I was listening to my iPod and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of thunder. It scared me! Wind was blowing too. Funny how the weather changes so drastically, I didn’t realize for how long I was sleeping. Well I somehow locked myself out of the house, I guess when the wind was blowing pretty hard it slammed the door shut. My uncle was away. So I made my way over to my next door neighbor’s house. His name is Bob by the way.
I knock on his door and Bob of course answers. He says to me “Aja (pronounced Asia, that’s my name) what are you doing here?” I tell him what had happened and during this time he motions for me to come into his house. As I am talking to him, I see that he is checking my body out. And it excites me, but I don’t show it. Bob says to me “well with the storm and all, it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to start working on it now. Unless you want me to break into your home? Ha ha!” I see his point and tell him that I agree. He asks me if I wanted to have a drink and tells me to make myself at home. I ask him what he has to drink. He answers “Good question…um lets go to the kitchen to see.” I follow him and he opens the fridge door. “Let’s see I have bottled water, coke, and beer.” I tell him that I don’t drink beer, which is a total lie. He turns around and looks at me with the ‘I know better than that’ stare. I flash him my smile, and he smiles back, grabs a beer for me, twists the cap, and hands it too me. He then gets one for himself.
He asks me if I would want a shirt or something to cover myself up a bit. I told him yes and he leaves the kitchen to go to his bedroom to get some clothes for me. Meanwhile I go into his living room and wait. He comes in with a white T-shirt, it’s way to big for me, but I can’t complain and some shorts. Bob is pretty big guy with a receding hair line. He is attractive, I guess, maybe when he was younger, but that isn’t necessarily a dig on him. He’s about 6’2” with a bit of a beer gut. He’s 43 and divorced, I don’t remember if he has kids. Anyhow…
I put the shirt on and then the shorts, but the short just fall off. I laugh, and hand them back to him. I tell him that I would be ok, the T-shirt is long enough for me. Well, about as much as a mini skirt. I sit down on his couch and pull a cushion over my legs and take a drink of my beer. He turns the TV on and sits in a chair across from me. I pretend to watch TV and pretend to unaware of him cruising my body. I pull one of my legs out from the cushion and move another cushion behind me and turn my body so he has a full view of my leg. He kinda gives this clear your throat sound while trying to drink his beer and chokes. I look at him and ask him if he is ok. He says yes, coughs some more. I stand up and go over to him and pat his back. He looks at me and there is this moment of awkwardness. I ask him if he needs anything, water, whatever. He tells me no and assures me that he is ok. I go and sit back down on the couch.