“James! How are you, sweety?” just by opening the door, Denise had succeeded in putting a big smile on the teenage boy’s face in so many ways. It never ceased to amaze him how much of a beauty that Mrs. Washington still was. James would say that she aged gracefully, but that would be an understatement. Apart from a few wrinkles here and there, if you asked him, she could still go back to her old job any time she wanted. She had a thick mane of frizzy black hair that stopped just above her shoulders, and beneath that was a face that exuded beauty. Her dark chocolate eyes were as rich as her skin, and her big and full lips didn’t even need her lipstick to look tantalizing. Her face looked both classy and sexy at the same time, while the rest of her body was definitely the latter. That day’s ensemble consisted of a low-cut white shirt that exposed her shoulders, along with the black straps of the lucky bra that contained her luscious C-cups, which showed off their roundness perfectly as the shirt hugged them like a second skin. Hoop earrings and matching bracelets on each wrist were her accessories of choice, but soon James’ focus came upon the EXCEPTIONALLY short leather mini-skirt she also had on. He was able to see nearly all of her long and deliciously sleek legs as that thing looked like it stopped just below her crotch!
“Hmm, still a man of few words I see.” The sudden wisecrack and smirk from Denise made James shake his head out of his stupor. He felt really stupid; he should be used to seeing Mrs. Washington by now in those outfits, and yet somehow she always managed to make him go rigid…especially in one particular way that he hoped she would not notice. Fortunately, the next words out of her mouth were, “Well come on in. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.” Her smile switched to one that was much more warm and inviting as she spoke, and just as she turned around, James followed, desperately trying not to look on her ass as he did, even as her skirt hugged it just like her top did her boobs, showing off both of those round cheeks in excellent detail. Fortunately, that smile still resonated more with him than even that sweet booty.
That was the main reason why Denise always got James to smile; she was as warm and inviting as she was attractive, and as he stepped into her home, he felt like he was being wrapped in a big warm blanket just by being in her presence. The two of them sat down on the couch together, and Denise turned on the TV. Her arm soon rested onto his shoulders and she lightly pressed him against her, getting James to go especially red as he felt the side of her boob pressing against him. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, and Denise always said that she did this with all of her kids when they spend time with mommy. Speaking of which, James could not see or hear anyone else in the house, meaning that he was all alone with a woman who made him feel both safe and secure and turned on….suddenly he wondered if he had chosen the right house.
“James,” she then said his name, and the next words that came out of her mouth informed him exactly how his adventure was about to begin.
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