Offer to help

"Can I help you?" you ask, and she jumps at the sound of your voice, knocking the stack of plates and nearly knocking them over.

She spins around, frowns at you, then laughs and punches you playfully in the arm.

"You scared me! Sure, I guess you can help. Grab this stack of plates and carry them out to table for me."

You pick up the heavy stack of plates, using both your hands, and turn to carry them out to the dining room. As you take your first steps though, you hear Charlotte giggle behind you, and feel her arms wrap around your waist, one small hand cupping your crotch and squeezing gently.

"Whoah!" you gasp, the plates rattling loudly as you nearly drop them, and Charlotte giggles some more.

"What's the matter?" she asks teasingly, "Don't you like me?"

The little minx rubs herself against your butt as she keeps squeezing away at your crotch with one hand as the other creeps up to play with the zipper of your jeans.
"Sure I like you - aah!" you reply, gasping as her ice cold hand slips through your now open fly and wraps around your stiffening cock as her other hand goes on squeezing your balls through your jeans. The plates rattle alarmingly again, and she laughs musically. You take a breath and start again -

"Sure I like you - but the plates.."

"Mmmm. Stop you getting away don't they? Keep you right where I want you," purrs the teenage vixen, "And you like it, don't you? Doesn't it feel good?"

"Of course it does," you say, closing your eyes as she slowly rubs you, grinding all the time against your ass.

"Shame we can't go further... everyone will be coming in for dinner soon.. but we can have fun later. I'll come to your room tonight, at ten o'clock. Have this little fellah ready for me, okay?" she says, giving your cock one last hard squeeze, then releasing you.

She grabs up an armful of forks and knifes, and walks off to the tables, and you catch your breath and stagger off after her, putting the rattling stack of plates down heavily on a table.