Must Watch Her Get Perverted

“I just feel much better that Emma has a place to go to after school . . . that is safe. Coming to our apartment, in this neighborhood all by herself has always been something . . . I haven’t felt good about,” said Charli.

“I can promise you she will always be safe . . . but lately she has become very sexual . . . towards me while she was here. I have to admit, as long as you are OK with that . . . fine . . . I will make that adjustment,” said Mike.

“I’m sure you will . . . and I know this is very kinky . . . but I get off when she explains to me exactly what she has done with you in your apartment. We sit down together, and I have her give me all of the details, and later in the evening, I play back our conversation on my phone, and usually totally get off . . . like you wouldn’t believe.

“I suppose she told you about yesterday, when she was almost nude in front of me? asked Mike.

“Not only did she tell me about it, I had her strip naked in front of me and demonstrate how you pinched and twisted her 14-year-old titties, causing her to shake with excitement. That video . . . I will be keeping for a long time.”

“You mean you had her describe and show you everything we did and you filmed it on your iPhone?” asked Mike.

“Uh, huh . . . and I had the best set of orgasms I have had in weeks . . . when I played that episode back.” Suddenly, both Charli through her phone, and Mike heard a knock on his door.

“Hey you . . . she’s here from school . . . I gotta go,” said Mike.

“Enjoy yourself . . . you little fucker . . . and I look forward to movie night tomorrow . . . and what we will be doing afterwards with each other . . . and maybe with her too. Maybe the three of us can watch her de***********ion of today’s events,” said Charli.

“I can’t wait!” said Mike as he headed towards the front door. When he opened the door, he saw there was something different today. No backpack and no school clothes. Instead she wore a loose fitting white T-shirt with the words Yes, I Do Have a Very Nicely Trimmed Box stenciled on the front. From under the hem of the long shirt, peeked the frayed legs of cut-off blue jeans shorts. Of course the ever-present sneakers and little socks covered her feet.

Her hair was loose again today, brushed till it shined in the afternoon sun, but that wasn’t all. There was something else. Something subtle. It took him a few seconds to realize she was wearing just a trace of pale pink lipstick.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Emma glued herself to him like a limpet. When their lips finally parted she looked at him with sparkling eyes.

“Ummmmm, I missed you, and couldn’t wait for the bell to ring. I changed in the bathroom at school. What do you think of the saying?” she said and kissed him again. He could taste a hint of strawberries from her lipstick.

Mike hugged held her so close for a few seconds she could hardly breathe. “I love the t-shirt . . . but it’s pretty naughty.” This of course got him thinking about what he would find under those cut-off shorts.

Mike picked her up and carried her the few steps to the couch. He sat down with her sitting crosswise on his lap, her left arm around his shoulder. On the cocktail table in front of the couch, was a tray with two glasses of iced tea and a plate with some small cakes. The cakes looked similar to elongated scallop shells. Four of them had been dipped in chocolate so they were about half covered; the other four had been sprinkled with powdered sugar.

“I fixed us a little treat. The cakes came from the bakery but if you like them, I’ll show you how to make them one day. I have a couple of the pans in the kitchen.”

“I’d eat mud pies if you dipped them in chocolate,” Emma giggled and nibbled one of the little cakes.

Mike slid her off his lap and they talked for a few minutes while they polished off the cookies. Then Mike replenished their glasses of tea and made himself scarce while Emma did her weekly cleaning. Forty-five minutes later he was sitting at the dining room table leafing through a restaurant equipment catalog when he heard the toilet flush and looked up to see Emma enter the room. Something looked different.

When he sat up and pushed his chair back she plopped down in his lap again. As soon as the heat of her body made contact with his bare legs, Mike knew it had been a mistake for him to wear these shorts. He also knew what was different about Emma. Her shorts were gone!!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a little peck on the lips. “Let’s go sit on the couch. It’s got more room than this old chair,” she said.

Mike put one arm under her legs and the other around her back and stood up. He carried her, giggling, into the living room and sat back down on the couch.

“Don’t you want to fix it like you usually do?” Emma asked wiggling her ass against the lump growing in Mike ‘s shorts.

“Fix what?” Mike asked, looking innocent.

“Your thing . . . your . . . ” Could she really say that word to Mike? “. . . your cock.” She finally said, blushing a dark pink. “You usually fix it where it’s pointing straight up.” She finished, not meeting his eyes.

“You don’t miss much do you?”

Emma didn’t answer. She just gave him a shy smile and blushed some more.

Mike smiled back at her. “I guess maybe I’d better.”

She slid off his lap and watched closely while he changed the position of the long bulge from angling off to one side to pointing straight up, the end of it coming almost to the elastic waistband of his shorts. The blush was almost gone and the shy smile had been replaced by one that looked quite different. He had seen this smile on several other occasions. Usually just before she bumped things up a notch.

Emma hiked up her T-shirt the same way she usually did her skirt and climbed back on his lap, her legs straddling his. Her panties today were white bikinis and they were very tight. They hugged her body snugly and when she spread her legs to put one on either side of his, Mike could see the bulge with a shallow groove down the middle made by the lips of her pussy.

“I want my back rub,” she said as she sat her warm butt back down on his bare legs. Mike eased both hands under the loose fitting T-shirt and up and down her smooth, bare back a couple of times. Then he cupped a firm cheek of her ass in each hand and pulled her closer. Emma leaned her head on his shoulder and purred softly into his ear as his hands caressed her back and the hard tube of his cock inside his shorts pressed directly into her crotch.

“. . . a little nudge in the right direction.” Mike heard Charli’s voice in his head. The situation today was giving him more than a nudge. Even though Emma had sat on his lap like this several times before, in the past she had gone as far as removing her bra. This was different. At least to Mike it was different. Right now this sexy and beautiful young girl was perched on top of him wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties. He couldn’t decide who was giving the nudge to whom!! Whether it was in the right direction or not . . . they were about to find out.

After a few minutes of her back rub, Emma ‘s hips started the slow undulation she used to rub herself on Mike ‘s cock. She raised her head off of his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him.