Farther than is wise

Ashleigh arrived at Chris's parent's house with the ungainly pressure cooker in hand. After adjusting the bulky pot several times, the blonde hottie finally managed to ring the doorbell. "It does suck not to have a man to carry stuff for you."

After a few moments, the door swung open, and there appeared Ashleigh's soon to be ex's father.

Larry looked Ashleigh up and down like a lion sizing up its prey. "Great, follow me. I'll show you where it goes."

Ashleigh adjusted her load one last time before following. She was a bit perturbed as she had expected Larry to take the pressure cooker off her hands. Like father like son.

Larry led her to the pantry before opening the door. "Up there on the top shelf. I made some room for it."

Ashleigh looked at the spot in the corner on the top shelf. "That's a little high for me to reach."

"Oh my bad," Larry replied quickly before grabbing a small step stool. "There you go."

Ashleigh held up the pot to block the go to hell look she was currently shooting the middle-aged man child. What is he up to?

The young blonde stepped up on the old wobbly wooden stool. As Ashleigh stretched as far as she could to put the pot away, she could feel her shirt that was too short to begin with ride up to just below the curve of her breasts. Get a good look, you dirty old man.

Still unable to reach the spot to stow the cooker, she was **** to rise up onto her tiptoes. Just as she placed the device, the rickety step stool swayed back and forth, causing the young blond to lose her balance. Luckily, Larry, who had been most unhelpful up to this point, was there to steady her. Of course, he did this by firmly grabbing and squeezing Ashleigh supple ass through her jeans, but she had come to tease him, so she decided to go along with it and call him out.

"Thanks for bringing that," Larry said with a devilish grin. "You know how Mary gets when it's her turn to prepare food for one of her groups. Anyway, care for a drink?"

Wow, not even trying to hide the fact he wants to get me drunk, Ashleigh thought. Well, if you're up for a game of chicken, I am too. But I'm betting you'll blink long before me. It'll be fun to watch you squirm when you realize I'm not going to get embarrassed and run away as usual.

"Sure, Larry, what do you got?"

Larry paused for a moment, surprised that Ashleigh had taken him up on his offer so easily. Normally, he had to cajole his son's girlfriend into drinking with him.

"Jameson whiskey or Jose Cuervo, lady's choice."

"If you've got salt and limes, I'm down to do shots of Tequilla."

"I wouldn't be a good host without them."

Larry quickly got to shot glasses along with the bar salt and lime wedges. He pulled up two chairs a little closer to each other than necessary before motioning Ashley to take a seat.

"What should we drink to?" Larry asked as he passed a filled to the brim glass to his blonde companion.

"To good company even when our significant others have abandoned us," Ashleigh answered before downing her first shot.

"Oh, so my son is gone too? He never keeps me in the loop on these things."

Likely story, Ashleigh thought. I know you two talk nearly every day, so I highly doubt you didn't know he was going to a training seminar.

"You know how secretive he is. I just found out myself. By the way, when is Mary expected back?" Mary asked, keeping up the charade as Larry passed her another shot of liquor.

"Probably tomorrow. She's scouting a venue for one of her groups outings. Don't ask me which one. I can never keep all her causes straight. But anyway, the place is near the coast, so she'll probably spend the night and head back in the morning." Larry said as he knocked back another shot and started to refill for the next round.

You sly dog; Ashleigh contemplated. I bet she didn't even need that crockpot. I can definitely see where Chris comes by his hound dogging ways.

"Perhaps I should get going. I can already feel the tequila," Ashleigh stated as she started to rise.

Larry quickly cut her off by placing a hand on her knee. "What's the rush? The night is young. Here have another."

Ashleigh feeling the effects of liquor and remembering that Chris had fucked a total whore decided to take Larry up on his offer. If I wreck Chris's home all the better.

Larry kept his hand Ashleigh knee and even boldly slid it up and caressed her inner thigh. As it slid higher and higher, Ashleigh lost her nerve and turned her body, causing Larry to relinquish his grip finally.

You win that round; Ashleigh thought a bit disappointed with herself for blinking first.

"How about a dance?" Larry said, rising to his feet and walking over to the stereo.

"I don't know Larry," Ashleigh said suddenly nervous where this was heading.

"Come on," Larry admonished. "Down some liquid courage and join me." He then mimed a dancing routine that caused Ashleigh to let out some uncontrollable laughter.

The young blonde downed both shot glasses of tequila and rose to her feet. "Fine, one dance."

"That's the spirit," Larry said before starting up the LP.

He pulled Ashleigh tight to him as the song started. A slow number off the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. As the older man and younger woman swayed back and forth, Larry allowed his hand to dip from Ashleigh lower back to her firm ass.

"Larry your hand," Ashleigh admonished.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Larry said.

"You're married, and I'm dating your son," Ashleigh said, trying to change tactics and not wanting to admit that yes, it did feel good to have her ass caressed by his sturdy grip.

"And neither of them are here, are they?" Larry asked rhetorically. "Just you and me." He then leaned in and kissed Ashleigh with a firmness that caused her knees to weaken.

Fuck I've got to stop him; she thought. I only wanted to tease, but he's going in for the kill.