It wasn’t the lemonade stand itself that caught my attention, quaint as it was. What kid sells lemonade anymore? It was the girl watching the kids running it. Although I couldn’t really call her a girl. She could have been 16, but her curves clearly had woman written all over them. Curves that her pretty white top and cut jean daisy dukes didn’t make any effort to hide. She was bending over to pick a toppled pile of paper napkins from the lawn, and from where I was walking on the other side of the street, I had a good view of her smooth, tanned thighs. I had a sudden mental image of my hands parting those thighs, my tongue travelling from behind the back of her supple knee to the spot where her moist folds waited, plump and inviting. The voice of one of the little girls brought me back to reality. “But there’s no one buying!” I could hear the unshed tears. She was hugging her, stroking bright blond hair that was so similar to her own. Was it a much younger sister? “You just have to be patient!” Her voice was bright and carried over the street like sunshine in the air. She straightened up and I found her suddenly looking directly at me. My cock began to swell; her gaze seemed to give it a life of its own. I mentally tried to coax it back down, promising it a free run later in a not so public place if it would just behave. “You see?” she said. “There’s a customer now! Hey you!” She was motioning me over. I crossed the street. “ Hi!” I smiled my most winning smile. She had a hand on a hip that was cocked rus escort to the side, winking slyly. I played along. “This looks delicious! I’d love to buy a glass!” The little girls rushed to fill one for me. “ Here you go, sir! That will be twenty-five cents please!” they chimed together, a pair of sparrows singing up at me, holding out the cup. I dug around in my pocket and fished out some change. “ There you are, twenty-five cents and a tip for such excellent service!” I dropped three quarters down on their little cardboard stand. They snatched up the coins and ran for the porch. “ Grandma! Grandma look!” Their little pigtails were trailing behind them. I only just noticed the old woman that was sitting there, relaxing in the shade of the awning. She oohed and aah-ed over the silver pieces they held out for her to see. “ Thanks,” said the blond dream beside me. She smiled at me. “ Don’t mention it,” I shrugged a little. “They’re cute.” I indicated the scene on the porch. “ Yeah, a real handful too!” Her laugh was sweet and easy. I sipped the lemonade and did my best not to pucker. It was missing a lot of sugar. “Not sweet enough for you?” “ Oh, it’s great!” I choked. She laughed again. “ I could sweeten it, if you like.” She was winking at me again. I almost thought I had imagined her words, that quick glint of sly lust in her eyes. My cock throbbed and started to rise again. I gave it another mental beating. A stranger’s front yard was not the place yenimahalle escort for it to speak its mind so openly. She motioned me to follow her and started off across the lawn. I couldn’t resist. “ Where are you off to, Sabrina?” The grandmother paused in her praise for the girls to squint at us. “ Just going to get more lemons!” Sabrina sang over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner of the house. “ With a stranger?” “ He’s a friend from college!” I almost laughed out loud at this lie, so casually tossed out. What was she really planning on doing? I found myself in the backyard. A lemon tree was growing there, shading the grass. Oh, my lord… She was picking the fruit, stretching on tip toe high into the leaves. Her tits almost fell out of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The swell of that tender flesh was calling to me, beckoning. My dick answered, and this time I couldn’t hide its obvious interest. She settled back down and looked at me as she made a basket from the bottom of her shirt to carry the lemons. This time there was no question – desire was there in her smile, colouring her eyes. She was flush with it. All I could think was, I am going to fuck her. She went into the house through the backdoor. I was right behind her. She set her fruit on the counter and turned to me. I had my arms around her in an instant, mouth on hers. She responded in kind, kissing and nibbling hungrily at my lips, her hands pulling at my belt, popping the button on my jeans. A moment of panic froze me. We were in her kitchen. What if someone walked in? But she was on her knees now in front of me, pulling open the top of my pants, and what she was doing was sooo good… I couldn’t think of anything but her tongue on my belly, trailing lower, sliding and slipping over my flesh, exploring the feel and taste of my body. Her tongue was sending s hivers across me . It was as if my skin was awash with an electric charge. There was something I had wanted to do to her from the moment I had seen this hot minx. I pulled her up, a small whimper escaping her, to take her mouth again with mine. As my tongue swept past her lips it entwined itself with hers, teasing and tasting her. My hands reached down to her little white top, which had done a tremendous job holding in those luscious tits, and I lifted it above her head, freeing her. I slowly and deliberately traced a line down her neck with my tongue, licking and teasing the soft skin. She moaned, a low sound from deep in her throat. I continued my deliberate attack on her sexual hotspots, licking and sucking on her earlobe, cupping a breast in my warm palm while my fingers gently pinched and twisted her now hard nipples. She writhed in pleasure, her breathing becoming panting as my tongue worked its magic. I bit down on her ear and her voice became an animal thing, soft and almost growling as she directed me to remove my pants. I happily obliged. Was this the girl that had been on the curb only five minutes before, helping her younger sisters sell lemonade? There was no doubting the realness of her beneath my hands. With her hands on my shoulders she pushed me down to the floor and I found myself sitting on the cool tile, back to the cupboards.