Rudy Taylor - The neighbor_s daughter

"I'll get even with the bastard," she mumbled again as she stepped out into the busy, milling station.

She immediately spotted Frank Kirkwood's distinguished gray-haired head in the crowd.

"I hope I didn't inconvenience you by missing the earlier train," smiled Cindy.

"Not at all," he replied as they moved slowly through the crowd toward the taxi stands.

"Did you have a pleasant trip, Cindy?" he asked as they settled into the cab.

"Oh, it was all right," she sighed. "Where's Mrs. Kirkwood?"

"She went back home today with one of her migraine headaches, but I promised to watch over you. As a matter of fact, we decided that I'm taking you to dinner tonight."

Cindy settled back in the seat with a slight feeling of relief that his neurotic wife wouldn't be fussing over her while she was shopping.

It was not until they were walking across the soft carpet of the elegantly decorated hotel lobby that the thought suddenly popped into Cindy's head. She would seduce Brad's nice conservative father! "Oh, God," she muttered to herself. "I'll get even with that mother-fucker."

As she looked up at the handsome middle-aged man walking beside her, she even decided it might be quite pleasant.

After checking her in at the desk, Mr. Kirkwood followed Cindy and the bellhop up in the elevator as he had arranged rooms on the same floor. He entered her roam with them to make certain that everything was in order. As the bellhop left, Mr. Kirkwood suggested that she freshen up while he went to his room to shower and change for dinner.

"I'll call for you in about thirty minutes."

"Where's your room?" she suddenly asked.

"It's just down the hall."

"Please let me peek at it," she smiled in a very school-girl voice.

"Well, these rooms are all pretty much alike," he answered.

"Oh, please," she continued. "It'll only take a second, and I haven't been in many big hotels."

"Okay," he laughed, leading her down the ball. He opened the door, laid the key on the table and walked over, opening the drapes so she could see the twinkling lights in the soft evening dusk. He turned, on a bedside light, and, moving toward the bathroom, smiled over at Cindy. "Run along now, dear, and I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes." As she let herself out, Cindy quickly grabbed his room key. Her bold seduction plan was rapidly forming in her mind as she returned to her room and quickly stripped off her clothes. She deftly slipped into a short, girlish dress, ignoring both panties and bra. She even skipped hose as she slipped her small feet into a pair of open toed sandals. A sudden ripple of excitement raced up through her body at the realization that she was completely naked except for the brief dress that exposed her soft tanned thighs. Within five minutes she had silently let herself back into Mr. Kirkwood's room. Moving quietly across the room, she could hear the water running in the shower. Seeing his clothes laid out, she knew he would re-enter the room completely nude, so she settled herself on the bed, casually leafing through the pages of a magazine.

As Cindy had expected, he entered the room completely naked, and she experienced a quick flutter of excitement as her eyes took in his thick round prick that hung down below his dark hairy balls. It was even larger than Brad's.

"Cindy, what the hell are you doing here?" he shouted, vainly trying to cover his dick with his hands.

"Looking at your pretty cock," she smiled as she casually laid the magazine down.

"My God," he gasped. "Get out of this room immediately!"

Slowly crossing her leg, exposing a big luscious area of tanned thighs, she smiled, "I'll bet that prick of yours is a real beauty when it's hard."

"You dirty tramp!" he exclaimed, moving across the room toward his trousers. Quick as a flash she snatched them up and with one swift motion, slid them under the bed.

"You dirty tramp!"

"You've already said that once," she laughed, lying back on the bed, exposing more leg.

He stared at her in disbelief. "What would Brad say? What would your mother think if she knew about this?"

Cindy began giggling as she thought of Brad and her mother fucking away in that hot, sweaty juice-filled bed. Cindy continued smiling, realizing that seducing this man was going to be a lot more exciting than she had expected.

"Cindy," he repeated, "please get the hell out of this room before I call the desk clerk."

His body frozen as she stared him in the eyes and replied, "Go ahead and call. You'd have one hell of a time explaining rape."

Frank Kirkwood dropped wearily into a chair, trying to comprehend what was happening to him. The whole thing was like a nightmare, and he tried to shake himself awake while the girl continued smiling at him from the bed. He closed his eyes to blot out the picture.

"Mr. Kirkwood," he heard her say, "may I please touch your cock?"

"Certainly not!" he shouted. "You are the most depraved girl I've ever seen in my life!"

Cindy flung her legs off the bed and slowly walked over and sat on the floor in front of the dazed, numb man.

"Oh, Cindy," he cried plaintively.

"And this girl would just love to suck your nice big lollipop," she whispered as she reached out to touch his leg. Slapping her hand away, he jumped up and moved across the room.

"You dirty tramp," he muttered again as he bent down to retrieve his clothes from under the bed. Like a flash, she threw her body on him, holding him tightly as her hard tits burned through her thin dress against his naked flesh.

"If you make one more move for those goddamned clothes, I'll let out a scream that'll bring every fucking person in the hotel to this room. Then try to explain this scene."

Frank shook her free and walked unsteadily back to the chair where he collapsed in mental exhaustion. Closing his eyes, he tried to sort out this unbelievable situation that engulfed him. After several minutes he opened his eyes to find Cindy standing directly in front of him. He stared at her as if hypnotized when he realized she was slowly lifting her dress higher and higher up her delicate, tanned thighs. Soon her soft blonde pussy hairs became visible as the skirt continued to creep up. When her cunt was fully exposed, she began slowly undulating her crotch back and forth in front of him. The hem kept slowly rising until her soft flat stomach revealed her dimpled navel. When she had raised it above her hard round boobs, she held the hem up under her chin. Slowly she brought her hands down and moved her fingers deliciously up and down her pink slit; then, daintily holding the wet cuntlips apart, she pushed her juicy pussy up toward his face.

"Now, Mr. Kirkwood," she whispered in a deep husky voice, "wouldn't you really enjoy some of this hot cunt?"

Shaking violently, Frank turned his face away as she dropped her dress down and knelt in front of him.

He jerked involuntarily away as she reached out and touched his prick.

"You better not make me scream for help," she whispered, gathering his soft, thick cock into her hands.

In spite of his tenor, Frank felt a stirring deep in his groin as her cool fingers moved like butterflies along his trembling rod. Against his will and wishes, his body began to respond as his cock started swelling under her gentle ministrations.

"Oh, God!" he moaned aloud while her hands slid expertly up and down along his now fully erect prickshaft. His whole body was tense and shaking, and Cindy realized he was quickly approaching a premature climax. She stopped stroking his dick and gently placed his fiery cockhead into her open mouth. As she gently sucked his twitching rod, his whole body began convulsing toward orgasm. When his climax was only seconds away, she quickly removed her mouth from his cock and stood up. Looking down at the trembling man whose whole body was shaking wildly on the verge of a climax, she whispered, "I can't go on with it. I can't let you think I'm the dirty tramp you said I was."