She continues to flirt

My heart almost beat out of my chest as I felt like a doe in the sights of a panther. I took a small step back, anything to make me feel safe in this position.

"No need to be scared of me," she smiled, walking towards me with the grace of a wood nymph. I instinctively stepped back to make room for her advanced but she continued to slowly walk towards me. I let out of a slight yelp when my back pressed again the door of the fridge, stopping my retreat. She continued to slink closer to me until those massive, barely-clad mammaries pressed against my bra-clad tits. A moan died in my throat as I felt the points of her pointed nipples dipped through my bra and shirt and tease my flesh. She extended her hands and pressed them to the door on opposite sides of my trapped head, locking me in place. She was several inches taller than me so I looked up at her predator's face, feeling more like a trapped rat every minute. Despite her posture, her words were the sweetest honey, "I don't bite."

With the gentle precision of a surgeon, she lifted my thick glasses from my nose and held them in her hands. Her sharp features blurred into an impressionist painting of shades and hues. "See. Hiding behind these thick glasses and big sweaters is a real beauty." She stuck the black rims into her cleavage where they mostly disappeared from view.

With a touch as gentle as satin, she traced the line of my cheeks and jaw with the pads, admiring my features. "You are such a beautiful girl. The world should see what I see." She held my chin in her hands, stroking my jaw as a lover would. My brain couldn't process this anymore as I stared at her beautiful green pools with my unfocused eyes. The electricity passing between us was intoxicating. She leaned forward until she was only centimeters away from my nose, her eyes half-lidded and drunk with lust. The heat of breath mixed in the space between us. She smelled faintly of flowers, slight perspiration and... Goats milk? _ _I pursed my lips, ready to accept her kiss and she did the same, leaning in and... She pulled back.

She stepped back, releasing me from the lovely prison. She giggled at my scarlet and dumbfounded face and said, "I have a good idea. Let's go out to the mall soon for a little girl-on-girl time. We could go shopping and I could introduce you to some new things. How does that sound," I nodded enthusiastically, not trusting my self to speak. She beamed and turned around, searching for a piece of paper in the kitchen.

I stroked my hair, struggling to process what just happened! I was going to kiss Andy's mom! She has been flirting with me with those... Rosy, soft lips and She invited me out! What would Sammie say when I tell him that I fuc-that his mom wants to fuck me.

She turned away from me and leaned over the counter with a piece of paper and a pen she had conjured when I wasn't paying attention. The position caused the scandalous robe to rise over her thighs and exposed the whole bottom of her toned booty. I couldn't hope but stare in most jealousy and lust at the toned globes flexing slightly as she jotted down in her notes. Are, are her thighs wet?

She turned and noticed me staring at the space where her butt had just occupied. With a good-natured giggle, she handed a folded piece of paper with her number on it. She deposited it in my hand and gave some advice, "Here is a tip sugar. Don't slouch. From one blessed girl to another, show off what you have. " She pulled her shoulders back to demonstrate the immediate difference. I nodded and turned to flee downstairs away from this whole crazy situation where I could think. I got maybe three steps before I heard. "Oh Maya. Aren't you forgetting something?" I turned back to her leaned over at the waist. A hand on either side of each creamy breast propped her girls up as the tip of my glasses stuck out of her almost six-inch long cleavage.

I walked back into the lion's den. After a moment, she made no motion to get them for me so I raised an unsteady hand to pluck them, a stupid smile spreading on my face as my hands touched the soft, pliable heat of her skin. I placed my warm and foggy glasses back onto my face and retreated downstairs with her number in my back pocket. Well, not immediately downstairs. First I returned to the bathroom to remove my uncomfortably wet panties.

I returned downstairs to comments about what took me so long. I pulled my shoulders back and caught Sammy glancing down at my rising chest every couple minutes. The number burned in my back pocket.