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Perfect Tease

By: roddymac99



Malcolm cursed as he stumbled across the road towards his house. He was drunk. Not enough to be completely incapacitated, but enough that he would have a sore head in the morning. He glanced at his phone. Just after midnight. Of course it was. He'd got the last train home from the city to the sleepy suburb he lived in with his wife and three young children.

He looked around the street. It was empty, the streetlights providing a dull orange glow on the cars parked nose to tail. The houses were all dark. Everyone in their beds asleep, despite it being a mid summer Friday night.

It had been a long week. The new enterprise wide IT system had launched on Monday, and as the Manager in the Procurement team he'd spent a gruelling week ironing out problems, sorting out data and appeasing internal and external customers. "Straight to the pub after work" had been the call from a colleague, and he hadn't hesitated in calling his wife to say he'd be home late.

"You can sleep in the spare room if you plan on coming home drunk," she'd snapped. 

He sighed. Well, at least he could snore in peace and hopefully be left to sleep off his hangover in the morning.

He put his hand in his pocket and felt the nearly empty packet of cigarettes. It was an old habit, one that he'd kicked when his first child was born. Five years in fact. He cast his mind back to the Christmas party. It was Rachel, the graduate trainee, who had tempted him have a cigarette again. It was more the opportunity to ogle at her cleavage outside the club that had tempted him really. He'd managed to avoid starting smoking again, though it now seemed that after a few beers he couldn't help himself from buying a pack of Marlboro's and indulging in a secret habit.

He sighed again. Pauline would kill him if she found out. His wife was an ex-smoker too, and he knew she would be unbearable if she discovered he was having the odd pack here and there, even if it was more likely a financial rather than health concern.

He took the packet out of his pocket as he approached his house. He lived in a terrace, a row of 8 houses joined together, his being the one at the very end. The front door was literally on the street and he shook his head when he saw his car parked outside. He had a garage at the back of the house, and much preferred the car to be stored there overnight. He worked hard, and although his Audi was basic in specification, it was still his pride and joy. He was sure Pauline left it on the street just to annoy him. 

There were still two cigarettes in the packet. He knew he should really just dump them, especially as he taken care to wash his hands and face in the train toilet and chew several sticks of mint flavoured gum to rid himself of the tell-tale smells.

He looked around the street again. It would be just his luck that someone would peek out of a window and see him. He knew the chances were slim, what with it being so late, but he concluded it would be a better bet to sneak down the lane at the back of the house, where the garage was, and where he would have total privacy. 

As he approached his house, he glanced at the front door of his immediate neighbour. Chris was a good friend; they'd been neighbours for nearly ten years now and regularly had a beer or two in the local pub. He was going through a rough patch though. His wife had left him two years ago, and Malcolm had spent many hours consoling him. Things had looked brighter at Christmas when he met another woman, and Malcolm was pleased to see his friend cheering up. The relationship had moved on quickly, so much so that she'd moved in with him just a few weeks ago.

He walked on past his own house and turned right, checking the windows to make sure all the lights were out. Pauline seldom went to bed after 10PM, so he was pretty sure she'd be asleep. And his children were, thankfully, great sleepers. 

He thought about Chris again, and the conversation they'd had in the pub last Saturday. He'd been looking stressed again, and had admitted he was having second thoughts about his new girlfriend moving in. Malcolm had asked why; adding that she seemed very pleasant. 

"It's not her," Chris had said, rolling his eyes. "It's her fucking daughter! She's 19, with an attitude that I can barely describe. She doesn't say two words to either of us, skulks about the house with a face full of misery, stays up until god knows what time on her computer doing god knows what. Honestly, for your sake Malcolm, I hope Sylvie doesn't end up like that."

Sylvie. Malcolm's daughter, his middle child. She was 3 now. He shuddered at the prospect of her growing up. His mind wandered back to the pub they'd gone to after work. There were a lot of young people in his company. Rachel was a good example. Just 21, half his age, when she'd joined the team, causing plenty of distraction by wearing tiny skirts and low cut tops.

He walked as silently as he could along the lane behind his house. It was a clear, cloudless night so although there were no streetlights, the near full moon provided enough light for him to make his way. There were garages on both sides, and with the houses all having long thin gardens, he was confident he wouldn't be seen. It felt a little thrilling actually, sneaking behind his house for a sly cigarette. 

He chuckled to himself. "Just like been 15 again," he murmured. 

He stopped by his garage door and took out a cigarette, inhaling deeply and savouring the taste. He thought about Rachel again. She'd looked particularly attractive earlier, taking advantage of the Friday dress down policy by wearing skin tight jeans that accentuated her pert bum, and an even tighter fitting t-shirt that did the same for her boobs. He shifted his stance, taking another draw of his cigarette as he pictured her boobs. They were large, slightly out of place on her otherwise slender frame. He wondered what they'd be like released from the push-up bra's she always wore. 

He slid his hand into his chino pocket. Bet they'd bounce up and down like crazy, he thought, suddenly picturing her naked, bent over his desk. He shook his head. Wrong, so wrong, to think of an employee like that. But as he extended his fingers in his pocket, he felt his cock hardening.

He took another drag and blew the smoke upwards. The image of a naked Rachel filled his mind again and he let his fingers massage his cock though his pocket.

Maybe he would see if Pauline would be up for a little fun, he thought. He dismissed that idea almost as quickly as it had formed. Not only would she instantly know he'd been smoking if he got that close, it was a rare occasion indeed that they had any sort of fun in that department. Or any sort of fun at all, he thought. It sometimes amazed him they'd even had 3 children. 

He sighed, and took another drag. At least he'd be in the spare room. He could pleasure himself instead, thinking about Rachel, or maybe taking his laptop into bed with him and finding something on the internet to help him out. Ah the internet. He felt his cock grow fully erect as he considered some of the sites he regularly visited. He knew it was pathetic; bit dirty old man even, but in the absence of actual sex, it was the next best thing. And anyway, he wasn't even very good at real sex in truth. He'd had very few sexual partners before Pauline, and they'd been together for 15 years. 

He blew out smoke, allowing himself to sigh at the same time.

"Didn't know you were a smoker."

Malcolm span round in shock, instinctively dropping his cigarette on the ground.

"Ha ha...too late. Already seen it. Fuck, don't look so guilty."

Malcolm took a deep breath as he looked at the girl standing in the entrance of the alleyway between his and Chris' garage; the access way to their back gardens. 

"Christ...you gave me a fright there," he said quietly. "And...ummm...I don't usually smoke." He tried to shrug his shoulders casually, despite feeling tense. "It's just a drunk thing, if you know what I mean?"

The girl shrugged with a coolness he wished he'd been able to portray.

"What the fuck do I care? Smoke if you want." She lit her own cigarette, stretching out her neck as she blew the smoke upwards.

Malcolm felt his cheeks flush. He bent down and picked up his cigarette, brushing the filter before taking another long drag. His eyes widened as he looked at the daughter of Chris' new girlfriend. He'd seen her a couple of times before, but only ever briefly. Now she stood in front of him, 5ft8 in tight skinny jeans and just a thin dark boob tube top; her thin waist, stomach and arms bare, her long dark hair swept across her right shoulder.

"It...it's Samantha, yes?" he said, surprised at her skimpy upper clothing.

"Sammy," she replied sharply. "Only my fucking mother calls me Samantha." She took another drag and narrowed her eyes. "And Chris."

"Oh, ok," Malcolm nodded. He immediately understood his friend's complaints about the girls attitude. It wasn't just her language; she had an air of truculent teen about her that radiated the space around them.

She leant against the wall of Chris' garage and took another long drag, again blowing the smoke upwards.

"So, you drunk then?" she asked, eyes still narrowed as she looked him up and down.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," he replied, forcing a chuckle.

"What you afraid about?" she responded. "Wife gonna give you grief?"

Malcolm rolled his eyes dramatically, feeling discomfort from her tone of voice. "Well, probably. She...ummmm...doesn't really like me smoking. I gave up a few years back, so she'd kill me actually if she knew I'd given in to temptation."

Sammy rolled her eyes naturally. "You're a grown man aren't you? Smoke if you fucking wanna, I reckon."

Malcolm shook his head. "You've not met Pauline then?" he laughed.

She shrug her shoulders, not bothering to reply.

He finished his cigarette and stubbed the butt on the ground. His eyes were drawn to her again, making out her slim face, sharp, thin lips, prominent cheek bones and dark, heavily made up eyes. He tried to avoid letting his gaze linger on her tiny boob tube but failed, feeling his cheeks flush again as he noticed her nipples were visible through the material. He felt his cock twitch as he clumsily looked away.

"So...how are you...ummmm...settling in?" he asked, feeling the need to keep the conversation going.

"What? In this shithole of a place?" she huffed. She exhaled more smoke, and his eyes followed the glowing cigarette in her long thin fingers as she lowered her arm. He noticed that the top button of her jeans was undone. They were so tight they weren't in danger of falling down, that was for sure. He surmised it must be the fashionable way to wear jeans.

"It's not that bad," he chuckled. "Is it?"

She pushed herself away from the wall, taking another drag. "You're kidding right? This place is fucking dead."

Malcolm was conscious he had little, in fact no, experience of what it must be like for a teenager to live here. He didn't know anything about her, and made the assumption that being forced to move in with her mother and her new boyfriend would probably be hard, and could explain the attitude Chris had complained about and he was starting to witness.

"I guess there aren't many places to go, without going into town," he sympathised.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Take it you were out in town then?" she asked.

"Yes, a work night out," he replied. "Ended up drinking a bit more than I should've," he laughed. "Probably regret it in the morning." He smiled at her, hoping she would appreciate his self deprecation. 

Instead, she just rolled her eyes.

"Got quite a few...ummmm...young folks in my team. They sure know how to knock back the drinks," he added. "I think they were heading on to a club too. Don't think I could handle that these days."

He noticed her brow crease as she looked straight at him. "How old are you?" she asked flatly.

"42," he answered.

"And what, you're over the hill already?" she quizzed, taking a long draw and flicking the butt onto the road. Her eyes bored into his, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Well, I wouldn't say...ummmm...over the hill. Just...well, not really up for clubbing these days, you know?"

She shrugged her shoulders and leant against the wall again. "I'm guessing your missus wouldn't like you hanging around clubs huh? With all those 'young folk," she grinned briefly.

Malcolm smiled, relieved to see the hint of a smile. She was actually very pretty, despite the scowl that seemed to be the permanent feature on her face.

"Very perceptive Samanth...errr...Sammy," he corrected himself. He felt an urge to try to make her laugh. "You should have seen her at the company summer party last year," he said, lowering his voice to make it sound like an intriguing tale. "I've got a graduate in my team, Rachel. Always wears..." he instinctively looked at Sammy's bare stomach, then blinked, feeling uncomfortable again. "Ummm...wears...you know, tight tops, short skirts, that kind of thing. Well, I think Rachel is just naturally...how can I put it? Flirty, you know? Pauline was NOT happy." He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"What did she do?" Sammy asked.

"Who, Pauline? Oh, she took a right huff. Stormed away from me, saying I was a dirty old man for even giving her a job. I mean, really?" He opened his palms, portraying his innocence.

"And are you?" she replied instantly.

Malcolm frowned. "Am I what? A dirty old man?"

Sammy nodded.

"Well, no!" he replied, surprised at her question. "I hired Rachel because she was the best for the job, nothing to do with the low cut..." his voice trailed off as he realised what he was about to say. The top Rachel had worn at the interviews was so low cut, and had given him such a clear view of her cleavage, he'd masturbated as soon as he'd got home and lasted less than a minute.

Sammy grinned again. "Uh huh," she murmured. It was enough for him to know she'd condemned him as a dirty old man. He felt his cheeks burn. 

He fumbled for his pack of cigarettes and lit the final one. "I...I'd offer you one...but this is my last," he apologised.

"It's fine. Got my own," she replied, lighting one for herself. He felt a pang of gratefulness that he could stand opposite her for the duration of one more cigarette. Despite feeling uncomfortable at trying to communicate with her, the fact she was standing there wearing such a relieving top was etching a picture into his brain. He knew he'd be imagining her, rather than Rachel, when he pleasured himself as soon as he was in the spare bedroom tonight.

"So..." he said slowly, trying to think of something to say. "What...ummm...you been up to then? It's a bit late to be up and about if there isn't anything to do."

Sammy exhaled smoke and shrugged her shoulders. "Just fucking about on the internet."

"Oh right," he replied, his mind instantly wondering what 'fucking about on the internet' meant for a teen girl. He knew what it meant for him. Usually porn of some description. He'd been an active member of an adult chat forum for a good year or so before the site disappeared. It was now regular porn video sites that commanded his attention into the small hours when his wife was in bed. "Let me guess," he smiled. "Facebook chatting? Or gaming?" He hoped he had correctly identified the 'cool' things on the internet he assumed teens consumed.

Sammy frowned at him. "I'm not a geek," she snapped. "Facebook is so lame. And gaming? Do I look like a nerd?"

"I'm sorry," Malcolm apologised. "I'm not really...ummmm...up on what you youngsters do on the web if I'm honest."

She shrugged again. "Just chatting really. Not on fucking facebook though."

"Oh right," he replied. He was genuinely intrigued. "So, like, yahoo chat, that kind of thing?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at him. He felt uneasy again. He knew where he'd chatted online before, and was also well aware the teen girls he'd chatted with were most likely not real teen girls.

"Yeh, yahoo. Some other...ummmm...chat sites too."

Malcolm nodded. He wanted to ask her which ones of course. He missed the adult forum, even if most of the females were fake. But he'd had a couple of fun experiences where he'd actually chatted, on yahoo, with females. He felt his cock twitch again.

"Lots of dirty old men on the internet though," she said slowly, a faint grin forming across her lips.

"Oh right," Malcolm replied. He wondered if she'd already guessed he was one of those dirty old men.

"It's just a bit of a laugh though," she continued. "Something to do I guess."

Malcolm took a deep breath. He shifted his feet, wondering if he should change the subject. But intrigue got the better of him.

"And...ummm...do you, errr, chat with those dirty old men?" He forced a smile, as if making light of his question.

"Sometimes. Depends on my mood I guess." She looked so nonchalant as she took another drag on her cigarette.

He snatched a glance at her upper body again. That boob tube really was small. The opened button on her jeans. Had she just been having one of those chats? Flirting online with random men. He felt his cock stiffen. 

"What...if you don't mind me asking of course, do you...er...chat about with men like that?" he asked. He was sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to come across as naive.

"Just stuff," she replied, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. He nodded. She stared at him for a few seconds, then added, "usually they wanna know what I'm wearing, what I'm like, how big my tits are, whether I'm shaved. Pervy shit like that."

Malcolm gulped. He'd asked those questions of course, but hearing Sammy say the words "my tits" and "shaved" made his mind wander. He couldn't stop from looking at her chest.

"Well...wow," he mumbled. "And...you, er, you tell them?"

She shrugged again. "Sometimes."

Malcolm nodded slowly. He took a breath. "And it doesn't bother you? You know? Talking about...ummm...that kind of stuff, with strangers?"

"Not really. It's not like I use my real name. And it's just a laugh. Fuck all else to do in this shithole."

He took a drag of his cigarette, taking his time to exhale the smoke. He'd once had the very same conversation on yahoo messenger with a girl he'd met on babblesex. It had been very late at night, and she'd started a voice conversation with him. He'd whispered into the microphone on his headset, cock fully erect as she spoke to him, describing her body and the things she liked. She'd asked if she could see him, and he cautiously accepted her request to open his cam. He'd been smart enough to make sure he hid his face, and she'd giggled at the sight of his crotch. She'd asked him to rub himself. He'd wanted to see her, but she'd said she didn't have a webcam. She begged him to undo his jeans, let her see his cock. He'd been nervous, but he'd done it, and she'd been very complimentary, even although he was sure she was just humouring him. He expected a 5 inch erection wasn't really impressive. She told him she wanted to see him cum, and she'd sent him a picture of her naked boobs. Well, he wasn't sure they were actually hers, but it didn't matter and he'd obliged after just a few strokes. The conversation had ended quickly after that, and he'd felt ashamed, embarrassed, stupid and pervy. He'd chatted with her a couple of more times, but never with voice or video again. She'd disappeared after that, and he figured it was a one-off.

It was surprising him that Sammy, this teen girl that lived next door, was like the girl he'd chatted with. How alike, he wondered?

"And you just...ummm...chat by...you know...text?"

She cocked her head as she looked at him. "Mostly. Sometimes voice too."

Malcolm felt his cock grow fully erect. "Really? Wow. I...ummm...suspect they are very grateful?"


Perfect Tease



"Guess so. They're all dirty bastards though, always hassling me to webcam with them." She shook her head and finished her cigarette. "Dunno what it is with blokes. Always seem desperate to show their cocks."

Malcolm felt his stomach turn. She was staring at him, almost like she knew he'd been one of those blokes. His eyes fell to the ground and he shifted his feet. 

"R...really?" he stuttered, shaking his head. "Very...ummm...strange."

"Yeh," she continued, leaning against the wall. "It's easy to get a bloke to wank his cock on webcam you know."

"Really?" he mumbled, knowing how right she was.

"Yeh, fuck...was chatting with this bloke tonight and he was like begging me to cam with him." She looked directly at Malcolm, eyes penetrating his. He gulped. "Well, I was bored shitless so thought fuck it and did it. Not my face though of course. Just my belly." Malcolm's eyes followed her hand as she rubbed her tight stomach. "He was like totally hard, and fucking tossing himself off like crazy. Was quite funny really. Anyway, dunno why, but for a laugh I flashed my tits at him."

Malcolm's eyes widened. The thought of seeing her naked breasts made his cock twitch again, and he casually slid his hand into his pocket to adjust himself. 

"The fucker did some kind of screen print thing," she went on. "Next thing, he's like printing off a picture of my tits then," she shook her head but grinned. "He fucking blew his load all over it. Fucking sent me the pic too."

Malcolm's mouth fell open. He knew from babblesex that some, so called anyway, females asked for pictures like that. Cum tribute, he recalled.

"Weird huh?" she asked.

He swallowed, even though his mouth was dry. Was she being serious? Why was she telling him this? Did she know how much it was teasing him? 

"It...it is," he replied. "Very...ummm...weird." He finished his cigarette and threw down the butt. "You didn't...er...like it I assume?"

Sammy frowned. "Dunno really. Not that bothered I suppose. Guess my tits did look good covered in cum though." He felt his stomach turn again. "Better if was real though, huh?" she added, grinning.

He stared at her in disbelief. She was talking so calmly, so confidently, either unaware of how it was teasing him or, he couldn't work out, expertly teasing him.

"He was a bit of a daft twat though," she continued. "If he'd lasted longer, I'd have probably let him see my cunt."

Malcolm gasped. Her choice of words ringed in his ears. He instinctively looked at the open button on her jeans, imagining what lay beneath.

"And...it...it doesn't bother you? To show...ummm...your...you know...?"

"Not really," she replied. "Why would it? It's not like he saw my face or knows who I am."

He looked at her in shock. "And...does it...ummm...t...turn you on? Doing that?" he blurted out.

"Do I get off on it, you mean?" She grinned. "Depends on my mood."

"You do it often then?" he asked, shaking his head incredulously.

Sammy shrugged her shoulders. "Not every night."

Malcolm rubbed his hand through his hair. The fact she was telling him this was incredible enough. That he was actually talking to a girl, an very attractive one at that, who genuinely played online; who showed her boobs and pussy on cam, made his cock twitch uncontrollably. He wanted to ask what her yahoo account name was, though he knew he couldn't.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and tapped on the screen. "Wanna see the pic he sent me?" she grinned.

He gasped, and his hands shook as she passed him her phone. His eyes widened as he looked at the grainy picture. Small, round, pert naked boobs and her tight, toned tummy. A shiny cockhead laid on the paper. All the details smudged by what was obviously sperm. He prized his eyes away and handed back the phone. "I...you...I mean...well..." He was lost for words. He shifted his feet, slipped his hand back into his pocket and adjusted his now full erection as it pressed against his fly. 

She grinned as she looked at the screen. "What do you think then?"

Malcolm didn't know what to think. He'd just seen a picture of her boobs. He glanced at her chest, visualising the small, firm mounds that lay beneath the tiny top. In his mind's eye, he could see the splashes of cum on her nipples and over her tummy. He shook his head.

"Lovely. I mean, very nice. Your...ummm...your boobs...very...very nice." 

She frowned. "I meant the bloke cumming on the pic and sending it to me."

Malcolm felt his cheeks flush. "Oh...oh that? Oh...yes, very...well...interesting." He wanted to erase the image of the cock, instead locking the picture of her boobs in his mind.

Sammy nodded. "Thanks though. For saying my tits are nice."

Malcolm ran his hand through his hair. Hearing her say 'my tits' sent a shiver of excitement through him, as it had done when she'd said 'my cunt.' He realised he was surprised that such a young girl used such direct words with seemingly little concern. 

"My...ummm...pleasure," he smiled. "Nice...very nice," he added, almost absentmindedly.

"Just nice though?" she huffed. "Let me guess? Too small?"

He shook his head "No. No, I didn't mean that. They are fine. Absolutely fine." He eyes focussed on her chest again.

"Fine?" she retorted, screwing up her nose.

"I...I didn't mean that," Malcolm replied, feeling his cheeks flush again. "I mean...well...that guy, on the internet, he obviously liked..."

"Liked someone showing their tits for him," she interrupted, rolling her eyes.

"Ok, ok. I...I didn't mean to offend," he mumbled apologetically. "I just meant..." his voice trailed off as his eyes lowered, a wave of embarrassment sweeping across him.

"Just meant what?" she said, taking a step towards him.

Malcolm looked at her and shrug his shoulders meekly. "I...I just meant...I think...for what it's worth...your...your...ummm...boobs..." he felt like his cheeks were burning. "Are...well...p...perfect."

She narrowed her eyes. "Perfect? From that quick look at a pic on my phone you think perfect?"

Malcolm forced himself to smile as he nodded.

Sammy cocked her head to one side. She pursed her lips. "Hmmmm. Your wife has massive tits."

He frowned. "Well...I...I suppose. But that doesn't mean anything."

"So, are hers perfect then?"

Malcolm exhaled. He didn't know where she was going with this. As it happened, his wife's breasts were far from perfect. When they'd first met, they were a lot like Rachel's. Large and firm. But three children and a less than healthy lifestyle meant that they were now starting to sag.

"I...I don't know what you mean," he replied, that feeling of discomfort consuming him again.

Sammy sighed. "Perfect is a strong word. What is your idea of 'perfect' boobs?"

"Oh god...I...I really don't know," he stammered. 

Sammy rolled her eyes again. "Well, big tits like your wife's?"

He thought of his wife and inwardly shuddered. Far from perfect. Big tits. He thought of Rachel. Now those were perfect. He looked at Sammy. She was staring straight into his eyes. Should he be truthful? Should he admit that big, round firm boobs like Rachel's were his idea of perfection? Or should he be polite, and not offend Sammy? Or would she see straight through him? He took a deep breath. He was out of his comfort zone by a long way in this conversation. At least if he was truthful, he could perhaps regain some control.

"Well...if I'm being really honest," he said slowly, lowering his eyes. "And...it's just a personal opinion you understand? Well, I do...I guess, you know...generally...ummm..." He looked up at her, feeling his stature shrinking as he quietly said, "prefer quite large ones."

Sammy nodded slowly. "Ok." She raised her hand and swept her hair across her left shoulder. "Not ones like these then?" In a swift movement, she slid her hands up her stomach and curled her fingers over the top of her boob tube. Malcolm's jaw dropped as she gripped the material and pulled it downwards, her boobs popping free and filling his vision. 

Instinctively, he turned his head to check they were still alone, looking back at her with an expression of shock on his face.

"S...Sammy! W...what...what are you doing?"

She shrugged, straightening her back, her top now settled just above her belly button, boobs still in open view.

"Sammy!" he hissed, consciously lowering his volume. What the hell was she doing? His eyes focussed on her naked boobs again. He blinked. She stood perfectly still, seemingly unperturbed that she was exposing herself to him. "Oh god. Ok, ok...you've made your point." He looked around nervously.

"Have I?" she replied, a faint grin on the corner of her lips. "What point is that?"

Malcolm took a deep breath. He couldn't keep his eyes off her boobs. He could feel his cock straining against his pants and he desperately wanted to adjust himself, though it would have been too obvious. 

"Look. Y...your boobs. They are...well, wow! Really, very, very nice." He looked around nervously again. "But really. You should cover up now. For goodness sake." He was flustered.

"Yeh, you keep saying they are nice. But you like big ones though don't you?" she replied. "Mine won't be doing much for you." She took another step forward.

Malcolm stepped backwards, stumbling against his garage wall. His heart was pounding and his head was starting to spin. This was surreal.

"Oh god Sammy," he mumbled, his voice hushed. He tried to focus on her face, but his eyes betrayed him, glancing awkwardly at her bare chest. She took another step towards him, making him feel trapped. "Really...you should cover up."

"You don't like them then?" she frowned.

"It's not that at all...god...it's just...I...well..."

"Well what?" That little grin on the corner of her mouth again. "You want me to pull my top back up? Or do you want a feel?"

Malcolm's eyes widened. "P...pardon?" he gasped.

Sammy shrugged. She took a half step forward, putting barely 12 inches between them. She lowered her voice. "Do you want to touch them?"

Malcolm stared at her in disbelief. She was so skinny. He could make out her lower ribs beneath her top, her slender hip bones protruding over the top of her low cut jeans. Up close, he noted the detail of her thin face and prominent cheek bones.

"I know you prefer big tits," she continued, her voice still hushed. "But you might like the feel of mine."

He tensed as she touched his right hand.

"Sammy," he hissed. "Really...you don't have to do this." His hand was shaking. 

"I know," she replied, taking hold of his hand.

He groaned as she pulled his hand towards her chest. He tried to resist, shaking his head but his stomach was churning and he felt like his strength was sapping out of him. She placed his hand on her right boob and held it firmly.

"Ohhhh god," he gasped, feeling the firm, cool flesh against the palm of his hand. His hand covered her boob easily, and he felt his cock twitch as her nipple hardened against him. 

She reached out and took his left hand, placing it on her right boob and pulling it firmly against her. He groaned again.

"How do they feel?" she asked.

Malcolm raised his eyes to meet hers. He knew he probably looked like he was in shock. He was in shock. "In...incredible," he said.

She smiled and released the pressure on his hands, although she kept them covered as if to stop him from pulling away. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation of her firm, pert boobs in his hands. It had been so long since he'd touched breasts other than those of his wife. Even longer since he'd touched breasts belonging to a teen girl. He'd imagined Rachel's breasts in his hands many times over the last year, though of course had never realistically expected to have touched them. And now here he was, in the lane at the side of his garage behind his house, in the middle of the night, with his hands placed on the boobs of the daughter of his neighbour's girlfriend. His head spun.

"Squeeze them," she said firmly, pulling her own hands away.

He complied, knowing he shouldn't but unable to pull his hands away. He moved his fingers, gently groping at the little mounds of flesh, each boob comfortably ensconced in his grasp.

"Oh god Sammy," he groaned. His cock was twitching uncontrollably. Her skin was so tight; so soft. And those nipples! So firm.

"Mmmmmm, you like my tits then?" she grinned. "Like my tiny little tits?"

He swallowed, nodding his head. "God yes."

"Squeeze them harder then," she hissed through grated teeth.

He jolted at her firm instruction, responding by pressing his fingers into her breasts, letting his thumbs massage the perfectly round undersides, his palms rubbing against her nipples.

She arched her back, clasping her hands behind her head as she pushed her chest towards him. He stared at his outstretched arms, hands groping her little teen boobs. He suddenly felt like a dirty old man.

"This Rachel chick," Sammy murmured. "Has she got big tits?"

Malcolm coughed. "Well...yes." He kept his fingers moving; squeezing and massaging.

"How big?"

"I...I don't know. 36 maybe...ummm...B...or C." he replied. He wasn't an expert on breast measurements.

"Mine are 32As."

"They...they're incredible," he groaned. He was quickly changing his preferences. Just the fact he had such firm young breasts in his grasp, the reality of it all, was enough to convince him size was irrelevant. His cock agreed, and he wished he was wearing looser boxer shorts rather than tighter Y-fronts.

"You've not cum yet, I take it?" she said.

Malcolm furrowed his brow. "Huh?"

She stepped forward quickly and he gasped as her fingers pressed against his crotch, firmly rubbing his erection. "Got a stiffy I see," she grinned.

Malcolm turned his body away, shocked and uncomfortable that she was touching him. His cock felt very sensitive, and it struck him that such a confident, clearly sexually competent young girl would not be impressed with his smaller than average erection. 

"You've not cum though?" she repeated.

"No. No I've not," he replied, feeling his cheeks flush again.

"Lucky you." She grinned, stepping backwards. Her hands dropped to the buttons on her jeans. "You get to see my cunt then."

Malcolm's jaw dropped open. He felt his stomach lurch. Had she just really said that? His eyes widened as she smoothly unpopped the buttons, the material parting to show smooth, tight skin and the fact she wasn't wearing panties.

"I was up for showing my pussy to that guy online earlier," she continued, sliding her jeans an inch down her hips. "Guess you can thank him for shooting his load so quick."

It took him a second to regain his senses. "Sammy. Honestly...you...you don't have to do this." An image of his wife appeared in his head, then one of Chris. She'd made her point with her boobs. He accepted that. Small tits were perfect. Absolutely perfect. But...her vagina? Her pussy, or cunt, as she openly referred to it. This was getting out of hand.

"What?" she frowned, stepping up to him, making him back against the wall. "You don't want to see my pussy?"

"Oh god," he groaned, feeling his body tense. He tried to back away, but he was already pressed against the wall. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"You want to feel it instead huh?" she whispered, making him jump as she took hold of his right hand.

"Sammy...please...this is getting silly."

She ignored him, jerking his arm to her crotch. He gasped as his fingers brushed against her smooth skin, and although he tensed his arm, she was strong enough to force his hand down inside her jeans, keeping it pressed firmly as his fingers touched her smooth mound.

"Y...you're shaved," he mumbled. He'd once overheard Rachel telling one of the other girls in the team she'd had a Brazilian, and it had dawned on him then that his wife had never been fully shaved.

"This morning," she grinned, pushing his hand more firmly into her. "Nice freshly shaved pussy."

He gasped again as she worked his hand, forcing him to rub her. She pressed her body against him. "Mmmmm, you like a freshly shaved pussy?"

He inhaled sharply. His cock twitched again and he used his free hand to adjust it, feeling the increased dampness in his pants. He knew it was precum and his stomach churned nervously again.

She splayed his fingers, forcing them to curl between her legs, tightly contained by her jeans.

"Sammy...please...you don't have to..." his sentence was cut short with a groan as she directed his middle finger between her pussy lips.

"I've got a really tight cunt," she whispered in his ear.

He gulped. The feeling of her soft lips against his finger made him shudder. Her hand pressed his more tightly, and she groaned as she edged it upwards, forcing his finger to penetrate her.

"Oh Christ!" he exclaimed as his finger slipped easily inside her. She was certainly tight, her vagina walls contracting around his finger. She was soft, warm and damp. She kept the pressure on his hand, working it until his middle finger was fully inside her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly. "You like that?"

"Oh Sammy," he groaned. It felt, well, incredible. So tight. He pressed the base of his hand against her smooth mound, automatically moving his finger back and forth in small motions. 

She pulled his hand away and grinned slyly at him. She slid her jeans down a few more inches and parted her legs. His cock strained against the waistband of his y-fronts, fuelled by the realisation he had actually had his finger inside this tall, skinny, stunning teen girl.

She bit her lip then grabbed the waistband of her jeans, shoving them down her thighs to her knees. His eyes bulged as he got a full view of her pussy. Perfect, smooth skin, her pussy lips just visible as he craned his neck. Her thighs were slender, and there was a noticeable gap at the top. She was astonishingly sexy. 

"I'd been fingering myself earlier," she grinned. "That's why your finger went in me so easily."

Malcolm shrugged meekly. The thought of her laying on a bed, legs apart, fingers inside herself made his heart pound faster.

"My pussy is on fire," she grinned, placing her hand on his crotch.

Malcolm instantly tensed. She rubbed her hand against him and he felt the tip of his cock poke out above the waistband of his y-fronts. 

"S...Sammy. D...don't," he stammered, feeling his cock twitch.

"Mmmmm, were you imagining your cock in there? Imagining your hard cock in my tight little cunt?"

Malcolm inhaled sharply. His cock twitched again, and he was thankful when her hand moved off his crotch. He hadn't dared think about putting his cock inside her. He was doubtful he'd last more than a few seconds. He tried to banish the thought.

"I bet you'd love that," she continued. "Sticking that married cock into a tight little teen pussy."

"Oh god Sammy, don't," he gasped. In an instant, he felt her unbuckle his belt. "Oh god Sammy, please, please no."

"Hmmmmmm, maybe you want me to suck you off first huh?" She twisted his top button open.

"Sammy...really...seriously...no...please..." He felt his cock twitching again. He tried to step to the side, but her fingers were too quick, and he groaned as she pulled open his fly, feeling the buttons pop open.

"Mmmmmmm yes. You want my hot little mouth round that hard cock." She grasped the waistband of his Y-fronts and pulled it down.

"Oh shit Sammy," he moaned, closing his eyes tightly. His mind filled with the image of her sucking him as he felt the cool night air on his cock as it popped free from his pants.

"You want me to lick your cock, don't you?" She placed the palm of her hand over the tip of his erection.

He gasped, the feeling of her hand on his cock making his body tense. "Really Sammy, it...it's ok..."

"Mmmmm, lick and suck you then let you fuck my tight, wet cunt."




Perfect Tease



Malcolm stared at her wildly. The dirty expression on her face, those coarse words, those pert little boobs, that tight vagina. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his thin shaft.

"Oh fuck! Sammy, no, please...I...I can't..." he tried to move himself away, but she gripped his shaft more tightly, pulling his foreskin down so the tip of his cockhead was exposed.

"What's wrong dirty old man," she grinned. "Don't think you can handle fucking a tight, slutty teen?"

He closed his eyes as those words penetrated his brain. Tight, slutty teen. His body tensed.

"Sam...Sammy...oh god!" he exclaimed. He felt her thumb rub the top of his cockhead, then his body started to jerk. "Oh fuck...I'm sorry!" he gasped. "Arghhhhhhhh!" His body shook as he ejaculated. He came just as she pulled his shaft upwards, so rather than spurt, his sperm spilled out in thick, sticky globs over her hand. 

"What the fuck?!" Sammy pulled her hand away, leaving his cock twitching uncontrollably as the last of his cum dripped into his pubic hair.

"Oh god," Malcolm groaned, instantly feeling embarrassment wash over him.

"What is it with you older guys?" she cried, stepping back and staring at the sticky mess on her hand. "Fuck, you can't help yourselves from fucking spurting your loads straight away huh?" She glared at him.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, quickly pulling his Y-fronts and jeans back up, grimacing at the wetness he could feel. "I...you...it...it was just too much. I couldn't...couldn't help it," he said miserably.

She screwed up her face. "Have you got any tissues?"

Malcolm shook his head. "I...I don't," he replied meekly.

She rolled her eyes. She stared at her hand for a second then grinned. Malcolm watched, bemused as she wiped her hand on her boobs, smearing the cum across her nipples. She pulled up her jeans, then retrieved her phone from her back pocket. She held it out, tapped the screen and the flashlight momentarily lit the narrow lane.

"Guess I'll send that guy a pic with my actual tits covered in cum," she laughed. She looked at her phone, nodding approval that the picture was good enough.

Malcolm shook his head. "Y...you are...are incredible."

She shrugged her shoulders. The truculent expression she'd had when he'd first saw her had returned.

"Incredible, or perfect?"

Malcolm nodded. "I'd say perfect."

"Shame," she said. "I'd have let you fuck me." She pulled her top up, covering her boobs. "I'd have bent against that wall and let you bang me until you drained all the cum from that cock into my cunt."

Malcolm looked at her helplessly. She was perfect.

"Still might, sometime." She shrugged her shoulders, then lowered her voice. "And that's a pretty small cock you've got there. Might even let you stick it in my arse." She flashed him a grin, then turned and walked away. He watched her slim frame as she floated silently up the path and through the gate into Chris' garden.

He leaned back against his garage wall. Feelings of embarrassment, shame and guilt flowed through him. He could still barely conceive what had just happened. She'd teased him from the first moment he'd seen her. About the smoking. About him being a dirty old man. About her webcam exploits. About her small tits. About how she wanted him to fuck her. Teased him right up until he'd prematurely ejaculated. And after that, she'd even teased him about what might happen in the future.

She was perfect. A perfect tease.

END