I get a hug and shy kiss

It takes a second or two for Alison to understand what I’m saying. At first she scrutinizes me suspiciously for any sign that there will strings attached like our last conversation.

“And I don’t have to … you won’t make me …” The poor thing is so flustered she can’t even bring herself to finish the thought so I take mercy on her.

“No, Angel. You don’t have to have sex with me, I promise.” Her hands clasp together by her chest and her eyes look upwards as her lips move in what I assume must be a silent prayer. That done she turns her full attention on me.

“Mr. P,” She gushes, “you do have a good soul within you.” She rises to her feet and moves one step closer. “I prayed that Jesus would send me a deliverer, but I didn’t dare hope that you would be the instrument of my salvation.” I sigh softly to myself, I know she means well, but at times like these I wish the young woman would just say thank-you and not bring in this Jesus stuff. Perhaps as if she read my mind Alison turns her attention to me.

“Oh thank-you, Mr. Patterson, thank-you thank-you.” she takes my hands in hers and pulls me to my feet. “With all my heart, God bless you.” She pauses for a second and then I can almost see her come to a decision in her heart. Her arms wrap around my neck and she inches forward until her toned body is pressed deliciously against mine. If there is any doubt in my mind that she is ignorant of what she is doing it disappears when she takes my head between her hands and lifts her mouth to meet mine in a full on kiss.

This is a much longer and more sensual kiss than the one I had stolen from her a few days ago, the feeling of her lips move against mine and the way her body lifts to form its curves against the hardness of my male form is almost worth the $500 dollars I had just given away. I let her take the lead and so there was no tongue, but all the same it is a very satisfying kiss.

“Mr. P?” Alison’s breathing is ragged and breathy when she finally pulls away. We stand just far enough apart so we can look at each other, but close enough that her firm breasts still scrape against my chest whenever either of us moves. “I can't ... I cannot let you lay with me as you desire,” she takes a deep breath and continues with a rush, “but if you want, you may kiss me and touch me how you like as long as our clothes are on.” It is a recipe for frustration and blue balls to be able to make-out with this beautiful young woman, but only get to second base. On the other hand, this is far more than I ever expected to get when my tenant first rejected my initial offer and disappeared for almost four days.

It does not take me long to reach the conclusion that any piece of Alison is better than none. The chance to finally get my hands on her body, even if it is through her clothes, is definitely a good first step. I announce my intentions by taking her into my arms. This time I let my hands wander freely over her curves. When I cup her round ass and squeeze, she gasps in surprise. I am quick to take advantage of her parted lips, and my tongue slips between her teeth into undiscovered territory.

“Ohmmph?” Alison’s muffled surprise is swallowed by my kiss, but the way the rest of her response is as clear as anything. Her breast just barely fills my hand and it is as firm as a ripe plum; even through the knit top she is wearing I can feel her nipple harden, and the way her body squirms is the proof I need to know that I am hitting all the right hot spots. Alison never wears a bra, her firm breasts just didn’t need the support and so I know that the only thing between my palm and her bare flesh is the thin knit top. It has been a very long time since I’ve had a young woman’s tit like this in my hand and I have to fight the urge to reach under her shirt and grab the mound of soft flesh.

Too soon, I remind myself and instead I turn my attention to the soft skin just under her left ear.

“Mmmghh.” Her moan is as erotic as anything I’ve seen watching porn, and I am as hard now as I have been in over ten years. With a sigh I slowly pull away before I do something stupid. Better to leave this naïve coed wanting more than to scare her by pushing too far.

“Wha??” Alison is clearly not expecting the sudden end to the make out session.

“Easy, Honey.” I carefully brush a wayward lock of hair from her face and tuck it gently behind her ear. “This is probably enough for an old man like me, don’t you think?” She stares at me numbly her expressive eyes blinking two or three times as she tries to understand what I’m saying.

“I would however like to invite you to join me on the couch tomorrow evening to continue this -uh,” I pause for comic effect, “enlightening conversation.” The response is exactly what I am hoping for as Alison giggles uncontrollably.

“Oh Mr. P,” she smiles easily, “you are so funny.”