Authors Note: All characters in this work are of legal age. No under age characters are depicted in or around any acts of sex.
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Four days had gone by since my "talk" with Sylvia. I had to admit that I doubted that her rather unorthodox methodology would actually translate into getting Tabitha to back off, but so far it had seemed to do exactly that. Not that Sylvia wasn't somewhat insistent that I come back over again soon, but at least my daughter wasn't appearing in my bed in the middle of the night.
It was Friday and both girls were out on dates, leaving me to my own devices. I'd already been down in my shop for an hour or so working on a project and was quite covered in sawdust from sanding when the doorbell sounded. Feeling a little frustrated at the interruption I put the sandpaper down, pulled off the dust mask and goggles and trudged up the stairs, trying to brush off as much dust as I could before walking across the living room carpet, listening to the doorbell again.
I pulled the door open to see Sylvia standing on the front porch in a short blueish dress that highlighted her blue eyes and tall spike heels that made her already sexy legs look even more stunning. The dress was strapless, her breasts holding the slinky blue material up as it flowed down her body in tantalizingly translucent layers that looked almost like you could see all the way through the short tapered skirt portion to her panties.
"You weren't coming back over to my house, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands," she said with a bright smile. "I even brought along a little liquid refreshment," she added, pulling a wine bottle from behind her back.
"Oh. Wow. Um. Hi," I said a little stupidly as stepped back and let her into the house, barely able to rip my eyes from her wiggling chest as she stepped past me.
"Looks like you've been busy," she said without the smile leaving her face. "I like a man that's handy with his hands," she said with a soft, little giggle. "Wanna show me what you're working on?"
"Sure," I answered, turning to lead the way across the room toward the stairs. She carefully started navigating down the stairs in her heels, stepping down them much more slowly than me as I bounced down them.
"You know, I don't wear heels this high very often. I'm nervous that I'll fall down these stairs on them," she said, stopping several stairs down and holding out a hand. I turned back to her and stepped back up the dozen stairs to where she stood and took her hand. I chuckled to myself, thinking that only a woman would wear something that made her feel uncomfortable, just because of how she looked. I half turned and swung my free arm under her legs, scooping her petite form into my arms. "OOOOO!" she cried in surprise as I finished twisting and carried her the rest of the way down the stairs.
"There you go," I said softly as I gently set her down, letting her slide from my grasp, her short dress, still hooked over my arm, pulling up over her nicely rounded ass.
She grinned and smoothed the dress down over her practically bare butt. "Trying to sneak a peek?" she asked with a girlish giggle.
"Honestly, I wasn't," I said a little defensively.
"No? Why not? Don't like looking at my tush?"
"You're tush?" I asked, almost laughing at the look on her face and the way she turned and pushed her butt out at me.
"Yeah. That's the medically correct term isn't it? My cute little tushy?" she said playfully, reaching behind her back and flipping up the hem of her dress to flash me her practically bare cheeks, only three little white strings breaking the perfect smoothness of her skin.
"Medically correct or not, I have to admit, it's a good looking tush," I answered, still looking at her butt, even though the dress was covering it again.
"Oh you do like my tush then?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."
"Oh? Well, in that case you can touch it if you want," she said, pulling her skirt up again, this time leaving it held up, exposing her round creamy cheeks.
I chuckled and stepped the short half step toward her, reaching out to cup both firm globes. "You could just say you want to have sex."
"I could, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun, would it?"
"As much fun as what?"
"Going slow. Teasing a little. Building that anticipation. Last time we just kind of jumped into it. I thought maybe we'd slow the game down a little this time."
"You won't hear me complain," I said with a smile, shuffling a little closer, her bare ass almost touching the quickly growing bulge in my pants as I slipped one hand up and around her body to cup one of her breasts through the slick material of her dress. I stroked my thumb back and forth across her hard nipple, noting the apparent lack of bra.
"I won't complain about you doing that either," she said with a sigh, letting go of the hem of her skirt and slipping her hand between us, her palm pressing against my throbbing hardon. "Mmmmmm. Seems like you won't complain either."
"Uh uh," I answered quietly. "But if we stay down here we'll get a bit dusty."
"So?" she asked with a giggle, abruptly pulling away from my grip, her dress sliding back down to cover her butt again. "So what are you making?"
"A new dresser," I answered as she walked toward the long, eight drawer dresser I'd been sanding on in preparation for staining.
"Looks pretty sturdy," she said as she walked around it, sliding her hand across the dusty top.
