And he was 28, which excited her.And he was 28, which excited her. One night she was at the gallaria mall. There was a car show and Brad was there with his older brother who was showing off his '56 Vette. Brad felt a twitch in his belly as he watched 19 year old Jennifer as they talked. He looked her up and down, not quite believing that this perky, tanned little 19 year old was hitting on him, and that he was actually attracted to her for more than sex, although her firm lithe body left nothing to be desired. She had jet black hair and stood about 5' 4", and barely looked a day over 16. She was wearing a bright yellow/green striped polo shirt that just covered past her firm little ass, and her favorite pair of jeans (the stretchy ones that had zippers on the ankles so you could get them over your feet!), and low top keds. He asked her if she'd like to grab a bite to eat with him. Brad's cock twitched when she smiled broadly and said she'd like that, *a lot*. They exchanged pleasantries with his brother and left the mall. They walked through the parking lot, Brad taking her hand as they walked. She blushed, never having done this before, let alone having ever been this bold. He led her to his old Dodge Duster and opened the door for her. She got in, her stomach nervous. She couldn't believe she was leaving her car in the mall parking lot, and getting into the car with a total stranger that she just met a half hour ago. Her pussy tingled as the engine of the sportster roared to life. They made small talk on the way out to Christy's in Westtown. Once inside they ordered steaks. Jen asked Brad what he did for a living and he told her he worked for an advertising firm in New York City, but was starting to get more and more into freelance work. After dinner, he drove her out to his place in Mount Hope. He had a nice home. It was a two level place with a great deck that on a clear night you could see Middletown. They walked to the deck and on the way Brad grabbed a bottle of wine. Once outside, they sat and enjoyed the chirp of the crickets. She kicked off her sneakers and put her feet up on the rail as they listened to the romantic jazz he had playing on the stereo. |