Paris Waterman
Samira Shows up at School
It was ten after two on a rainy Friday afternoon. Mark was sitting at his desk which was covered with several architectural drawings he was studying. Rana was taking the first of two mid-term exams. Mark had no classes on Fridays, a quirk in scheduling, and one he loved to lord over Rana every chance he got.
At that particular moment he was staring at the nice leather-covered ottoman he and Rana had bought at a yard sale the day before. He stood up and moved the ottoman so that it was in front of his battered leather couch along with a quilted moving blanket they had also purchased at the yard sale.
He'd been thinking about fucking Rana down on the padded leather cushion of the ottoman, rather than on the couch as they usually did for varieties sake, and to 'break in the newest acquisition--the ottoman because of its unique size. He got up from his chair took a tape measure and found that the piece was almost four feet long and two feet wide.
Just then, he heard someone knocking on the front door. Thinking it was probably Rana returning between exams for something, he felt himself growing hard, for the vision of him fucking her on the ottoman were still fresh in his mind.
Rana's forgotten her key, he thought; they must have postponed the exam. He opened the door to find her cousin, Samira smiling shyly at him.
"Ummm, Mark?" she said uncertainly.
"Oh, hi Samira," Mark replied and smiled back at her. "This is a surprise. Does Rana know you were coming?"
"Um, well ... she knew I was coming, but, um you know, not when. I ... um, had an opportunity to head this way. Ummm, I'm not interrupting anything, um ... am I?"
"No, Samira," Mark reassured her. He was, in fact, delighted to see the youthful teen. "Come in, Come in! Rana's off taking her mid-terms."
Samira finished pushing the door open and moved into what passed for the living room, closing the door behind her. She was looking very sophisticated and attractive. She had his full attention; all five foot, four inches of her.
She was wearing a light gray raincoat over a cream colored vee-neck sweater. The tight sweater was tucked into a pleated light gray knee length skirt. Samira wore sliver hose and two-inch navy heels which seemed to be doing wonderful things to her nicely shaped calves.
Mark realized she seemed to be preening without really moving very much under his gaze. But, when he took a longer look he noticed that she stood straighter, and held her shoulders back, causing her breasts to push out her sweater even further. Her tummy seemed flat going down into her pleated skirt. And seeing where he was looking, a subtle Mona Lisa grin slowly creased the edges of her dark red, lipsticked mouth. She laughed and shook her blonde head, making the shoulder length hair sort of dance.
Dressed as she was Samira looked more like a stylish young assistant dean than the high school girl she actually was.
Mark wasn't a fool and suspected something was going on, and asked bluntly, "You and Rana talk on the phone most every day don't you?"
"Um, yeah ..."
"So you must have known about the mid-terms. I mean, that's all Rana's talked about for the last couple days now."
"Yeah, well ... mmmm, I just, you know ... thought I might just, umm ..." To Mark, Samira words spilled out of her mouth like she'd just hurried up a flight of stairs. "... Stop by."
Mark decided not to mention that just stopping by entailed a drive of some forty miles on a rainy day. Instead he chose to compliment her--recalling how eagerly she'd accepted his cock in her mouth on the ride home from the wedding.
He gave her his best smile, and said, "I have to say that you look very attractive and ... what's the word I want? Ah, yes, sophisticated." Mark had a sudden possessive feeling for her come over him as he continued to study her body in her nice clothes. "I mean you are really sensational looking in that attire. Are you meeting relatives later to go out to dinner, or something like that?"
She turned beet-red before his eyes before stammering, "Ahh, noooo; in fact, I have the weekend free. I mean ... that is ... if you and Rana have room for me to stay with you."
She held his gaze. By her whole demeanor, it seemed she was anxiously waiting for Mark to say something else. Her aura was emoting an almost hunger for companionship. It was as if he could actually read those emotions in her blue eyes. The tip of her tongue momentarily appeared and touched her dark red glossed lips, both of which looked moist and luscious.
"Well, you didn't get dressed up so beautifully just to stop by us did you?" he asked with a slight tease in his voice.
Samira studied Mark, her blonde combed-over bangs covering her eyebrows and now her right eye, making her look a little like a young Veronica Lake, the sexy movie star from the forties.
"Mmmmm," Samira said. He could see she was thinking about how to answer him as she drew out the sound. Then her delicate blonde eyebrows went up almost in surprise, her right one partially hidden by her swept-over hair. "Well I guess ..."
Mark was fighting off a smile watching Samira's reaction as she struggled to answer his question. "... I did get dressed up, that is ..." Samira said in her sweet, soft voice. She grinned at him as she brushed her hair away from her right eye with her smallish right hand. "I um, thought I ... might take you guys ... you know, out for dinner," her words beginning to come out faster as she tried to explain herself.
"And you decided to wear this very sexy outfit ... just for me?"
"Oh, no, both of ... well, you know ..." She replied her voice all breathy and her eyes got bigger. "Yes ... well I thought I could, like I said, ask you both out to dinner ... and then later, um, maybe we could, you know ... go for drinks and ahh, talk ... If you wanted ..."
"Like we did in the back of the limo--you and Rana and me," I said firmly.
"Um, yeah ... so I, ummm, dressed-up, um ... for you, Mark."
She came here to get laid! He couldn't believe it! Suddenly he was touched by her vulnerability and did not want to reject her in any way. But how was he to handle Rana when she returned?
"You don't have any ... um, plans, do you?" Samira asked; suddenly sounding worried; her face reflected her uncertainty.
"Oh, no ... No, I don't," he told her and smiled.
"Oh, oh, good," Samira said and smiled in relief. The shoulders of her raincoat relaxed a bit and she bent her left knee as her hips canted slightly to that side while the tension in her posture seemed lessen somewhat.
The fact that Samira obviously wanted attention--sexual attention, he was sure--had caused him to react by getting an erection.
"So, you picked out your outfit to please me?" Mark asked her, wanting Samira to examine her motives for what she seemed to be doing.
"Mmmm, well yes and no. I mean, I wanted to show off for Rana too, you know?" Samira said, putting her right high heel in front of and a little to the left of her left shoe and taking a step. She did the same with her other shoe, placing it in front of and beyond her right high heel.
He realized walking that way made her hips sway quite invitingly. He'd seen runway models walk the same way. Very un-Samira like, he thought. She must practice it. And what else has she been practicing? He asked himself, recalling her mouth on his cock in the backseat of the limo.
After four steps she stopped at the edge of his desk and leaned the right hip of her pleated skirt against edge of its fake wood top.
"So you, umm, like my outfit?" she asked, her eyebrows went up with the question and her body posture and aura telling him she was eager to hear a positive answer.
"Yes, Samira ... I do," Mark slowly told her, looking straight at her and deciding to press his luck.
