Caught Parking II: Alex Follows Jim Home

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Caught Parking II:
Alex Follows Jim Home

From the time Alex walked out of the warehouse security office where I work, she was all I could think of. Would such a beautiful, 18-year-old, college bound, girl like her really meet a 30-year-old security guard? And why? After all, I had used blackmail to get her to visit me last night. What a night it turned out to be, for both of us.

Before she left, we had agreed to meet at Wallyworld at 6:00 PM. the following evening. I arrived at 5:30 so I wouldn’t miss her. To my surprise, Alex arrived just a few minutes later. As she walked toward me, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Such a lovely young girl had not only agreed to meet me, but was ready and willing to follow me home for an evening devoted to giving each other oral sex.

Even though she was legally an adult, if her father found out, she would have hell to pay. Of course, I felt he was probably the main reason Alex was willing to go with me.

Alex was a beautiful brunette. Her long hair was soft to the touch, smelled like flowers, and danced on the breeze as she walked. She wore her hair so it framed her rounded face and fell over her shoulders. She was wearing a light blue summer dress that day. It reached to just above her knees, buttoned up the front from her waist to between her breasts, and had a V neckline that offered a nice view of her ample cleavage. Her hazel eyes were her most fascinating feature. I could easily get lost in those eyes.

Alex walked rapidly toward me. Her loose fitting dress was fluttering in the breeze created by her stride as she came toward me. As she drew closer, the look on her face told me she was very upset over something. She stopped at the payphone next to where I was standing, picked up the receiver, and curtly said. “Lead me to your place.” She then hung up the phone, turned on her heel, and returned to the little car she had driven up in.

Alex fell in behind me as I drove out of the Wallyworld parking lot. She followed closely, as I led her to my home.

I have a three bedroom, two bath, brick home. It sits on twenty-five acres of partially wooded land. It is about 10 miles out into the country from, what is now, my favorite Wallyworld.

When we pulled into my drive, she got out of her car and came to me with tears on her cheeks. She seemed to be in a hurry. “Let’s go inside. I want to get started right now.” Alex said. Her voice was quivering.

I took her in my arms, hugged her tightly, and said. “No, Honey. Slow down. We have plenty of time. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

She began sobbing as I held her close. Holding her snugly, I guided her into my home. Inside, I led her to my living room couch so she could sit comfortably. I poured us each a glass of wine, and joined her on the couch.

Putting my arm over her shoulder, I softly told her. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

Alex’s tears had slowed, and she said. “Dad is really pissed at me for getting in so late last night. That was the first time I had been out so late. He didn’t believe me when I told him I had been out for a long walk. He said I had been out screwing around like a whore. I guess I shouldn’t have drank that last drink. I got so mad, I told him I was not a whore, and I was still a virgin. I probably shouldn’t have asked him if he wanted to check my pussy to be sure. He exploded! He screamed at me that my pussy didn’t matter, because I’m still a whore. Mom told Dad that was enough and she sent me to my room until Dad cooled down.”

I hugged her and said. “Alex, you and I both know you are not a whore. Try not to let your father depress you so much. I know that’s a tall order, but try. You’ll be out of his house and off to college soon.

The mere thought of moving out of her father’s house brought a bit of a smile to her face. We sat on the couch for a while just holding each other and chatting.

When she seemed to have cheered up a bit, I asked. “Have you eaten yet?”

Alex giggled and replied. “No, but I hope to soon.”

“No, no, no! I meant have you eaten, not have you been eaten. You will be eaten soon enough. But first, I meant food.

“Oh, food. I haven’t had any of that either.” Alex had a delightfully warped sense of humor. “Sit tight, and I’ll whip something up.” I told her.

I already had the steaks thawed. So, in about
twenty minutes, I served up grilled steaks, deep fried onion rings, and another glass of wine.

After dinner, I mixed her a screwdriver and made myself a CC and Coke. We sipped our drinks while watching a little TV. Alex turned slightly and leaned her back against my chest. She said. “You know, for some reason, I really feel comfortable here in your home with you.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable. I am enjoying having you here.”

For quite some time, I softly stroked her hair. Then I reached around and massaged the portions of her breasts the were exposed by her V-neck dress. Casually, I unbuttoned her dress from the top down. When I had loosened the final button, Alex leaned forward, and I pushed the dress off her shoulders. She pulled her arms free so her dress fell to her waist. While she was leaning forward, I took the opportunity to unhook her bra and slip its straps off her shoulders as well.

With her breasts freed, Alex leaned back again, and I resumed massaging them. Her nipples were already hard as pebbles. Squeezing, rolling, and pinching her nipples soon had Alex moaning softly.

Twisting out from behind her, I lay Alex on the couch.