Chapter Four
It did not take me long to get ready, when I came out, no Amanda.
"Amanda," I called out.
"Hey slave, that is, Goddess Amanda, Your Royal Highness, etc. Not just,
Amanda. Show some reverence, slave. I am in your office on the computer.
I had to check my email. Nice office."
I could tell by her voice she was giggling. I went in my office. There she was,
completely at ease, just like she had moved in.
"Hey you look good, for a fat old guy!"
"I am not fat, maybe twenty or so pounds overweight, but not fat! Not old
either."
"Yeah, twenty to forty pounds overweight, twenty years older than me, are
you the pervert my mom always warned me about!"
She was giggling as she elbowed me in the ribs and ran for the door, shoes
in hand. I did not chase her, I would have looked ridiculous trying to catch
her in the house. The twenty years made a difference as did the twenty pounds.
Besides she was athletic, quick, and fast. She was waiting at the door, her
head was upturned for a kiss. She was right, I could love her to much and
quickly to. She had used me all day and now was a girlfriend again. I leaned
down to kiss her, as we kissed she lifted her legs clear of the floor and
draped them around me with her arms around my neck.
"Carry me to the car like this, unless you are to old she taunted."
She had her pussy against my hard on. I knew that was no accident. She was
a professional tease. I bet she has been teasing the crap out of guys since
she was in about the 6th grade.
"Well hold my ass Larry, what do you think your hands are for?"
I put my hands on her ass. Her cheeks sat very nicely on my hands. I decided
that, yeah, my hands were made to cup her cheeks. They felt very nice there too.
She kissed me again as I was trying to get us betweet the car and the wall.
I pulled her ass toward me. I could feel her pussy with my dick. I hunched a
little.
"Uncle Larry! Stop that! You dirty old man."
She kissed me on the forehead and giggled. I never felt more like raping a woman
in my life. I restrained myself though. I put her down and opened the car door
for her like the true gentleman she thought me to be.
"Thank you Uncle Larry," she teased. She was really teasing me now that she
got away with it a few minutes ago. I got in, fastened my seat belt.
Her arms went around my neck before I could straighten up. Her lips were on
mine in a flash. Our kiss must have lasted for five minutes. A brief thought
of, she is some man's daughter, went through my mind. It was a fleeting
passage and I will try to block its return.
I enjoyed going to the movies with her although I felt a little ill at ease.
There is a hugh age difference and she was treating me like a boyfriend, a
lover even, not like an, Uncle Larry. Not that I minded that, mind you, it
served to make me consious of my surroundings. It could have been darker
in the theater. Although we were in the back and there was no one behind
us, I still had this, dirty old man with a sweet young thing, feeling.
When the movie ended we went to a fast food place and had sandwiches and
soft drinks. Amanda is a very unsual person. With her actions towards me,
one would think she wanted to go to some bar, drink and dance, smoke pot,
something besides go to a fast food place. She is unsual, and I find more
unsual about her all the time. She most definently is not a stereotype.
I asked Amanda to spend the night at my place, no, she went home. She was
insistent on that. I hated to leave her, she looked so tiny and vulnerable.
I knew I was stereotyping her, tiny yes, vulnerable, no way! She was a
package of dynamite. She said she could not see me Sunday, but she wanted
to see me Monday after work, mine not hers. There was a reason for that,
the apartment money. I had to force myself to think there was a good
possibility that she was a golddigger. But if so, she was the most beautiful
prospector I have ever seen. I had decided I would put a few thousand into
Amanda. I would not go on indefinently with her. These sensible thoughts
flowed through my mind unobstructed when I was alone. When I was with Amanda,
Amanda got what she wanted. She was a master at using her feminine charms.
When her tits were pressed against me, her arms around my neck or her hands
on my ass and I was looking into a pair of incredible brown eyes, I was putty.
Oh, one other neat little thing she pulled off so smoothly. Amanda wanted to
go shopping for linens, towels, etc. I suggested I give her money to shop for
these things. She asked for a credit card. The little thing had balls.
She looked so sweet. I gave her a credit card that I had just received it
had a limit of three thousand so I did not think I would get hurt to badly.
I told her I would get another card in her name. I told her the limit. We
agreed that would take care of her ordinary expenses. I would just pay it once
a month. She understood not going over the limit. She seemed responsible. I
would soon find out if she was. She was antimated all the way to her
house. When the car would stop she would give me a quick kiss. Cheek,
mouth, whatever was handy at the time. I was still trying to figure
her out. I had never met anyone like her. When we arrived at her house
she gave me a long passionate kiss. I was thinking I was in heaven but
unsure how I arrived. She told me she wanted to go for a walk on the beach
Monday evening. She said she like to do that with new friends, with old
friends too. She thought walks on the beach were good, like really good.
"Larry wait here at the door a sec, ok."
She closed the door, I waited a minute. The door opened and Amanda stepted
out handing me her panties we had just purchased at Victoria's Secret. She
had been wearing them.
"I always think of you and your needs, enjoy!" She gave me another kiss,
pushed away and went back inside.
I went back to my house with a hugh hard on thinking of Amanda. I would think
of little else until I could see her on Monday. I had feeling that I had just
been ripped off, but wait, I had not rented her the apartment yet. If she was
going to rip me off She would have waited until I was on the hook for an
additional three grand. I did the only thing I could. I took a nerve pill. While
I was waiting to go to sleep I had thoughts of Amanda. Was she as healthy as she
appeared? Did she have any stds? Yep, if she had any stds, I was in trouble.
A sick person waiting to happen. I decided I would talk to my doctor Monday.
I would get checked, whatever necessary. I would also insist she have a blood test.
That was taking priority over establishing an account or the apartment things.
Funny how priorities can change when health issues arrive. Health issues or no
I went to sleep with her freshly worn panties over my face and her scent in
my nostrils.
