"What's your name?" she asked casually."What's your name?" she asked casually. He cleared his throat as he tore his gaze from her buns. "Roland, ma'am," he stuttered. "Well, Roland, call me Janet," she said. "I don't think there is enough difference in our ages for you to keep calling me Mrs. White, or ma'am. How old are you, Roland?" "All... all right, J-J-Janet," he replied. "I'm 16 and I'll start my Junior year in high school in the Fall. This is my first Summer job." "Good for you, Roland. That shows a lot of responsibility on your part. You can begin upstairs, in the bedroom," she said and gave the young man a real performance as she led him up the stairs. Janet wiggled her butt, telling herself it was only harmless fun to turn on the young man. Just a flirty game, she told herself, even as she realized she wouldn't mind seeing how much bigger that bulge in the front of his jeans could get. She led him to the master bedroom and stood aside as he quickly began moving the furniture out into the hallway. She studied the ripple of his hard young body, eyeing his strong muscles as he bent and manoeuvred the sturdy pieces of furniture. Soon his back, shoulders and arms were shiny with a sheen of perspiration and Janet felt an arousing stirring in her pussy. Her nipples stiffened against the silk material of her blouse, and she knew the twin, pink darts were visible to the distracted hunk. "You know," she purred, "you really are big and strong." She hesitated, then went on. "But can you really move the dresser and bed all by yourself?" "Well, no, not exactly," he stammered, standing awkwardly in front of her, his hands trying feebly to mask the obvious hard-on that was now straining against his fly. "I've got a dolly in the truck for the big stuff. I guess I'd better go get it"" "There's no rush," she cooed, blocking the doorway as she continued to gaze at him. "Of course, you probably have some hot little girlfriend to run off to when you finish here. |