You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.

"You seem to have a little problem," I told him.

He gave me a confused look. "Problem?"

"Mmm hmm." I aimed a look at his crotch. "You've got a nice big bulge in your pants that you need to do something about."

His eyes widened, and he flushed. He hadn't expected me to say anything like that, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. After a moment, he decided to play along. "I can't help it," he said, with a hesitant smile. "You're gorgeous, you know."

"You're kind of easy on the eyes, yourself," I said, without fibbing. "I'd like to see a little more of you. You should show me your cock."

I'd caught him off guard again. I intended to make a habit of it. He started to take a step toward me, but I held up a hand. "No, no. Stay right there. Unzip your pants and let me see."

The idea that he might be getting some pussy in the near future destroyed all of his ****. Quickly, he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, shoved down his shorts, and took out his cock. He was as hard and as long as I'd hoped. "My, my," I said. "You really are hot and bothered."

"You have any suggestions?" he asked, grinning now.

I had plenty. The problem was that, given that Allen was a teenager, his first orgasm of the day was going to be, well, a bit abrupt. If he was going to be of any use to me at all, I needed him to be a little less urgent. Fortunately, I knew how to accomplish that.

"Uh huh," I told him. "Put your hand on it."

He cupped his cock in his hand.

"Start stroking yourself."

Now he hesitated. "I'd rather you did that."

"I bet you would. But my house, my rules." I trailed a finger down the front of my bare chest, and down over the cleavage exposed by my low-cut halter top. "You touch yourself, and I'll get out of my clothes."

That was a deal he was willing to make. He started to stroke his fist up and down the length of his cock, and I started to peel myself out of my halter top. I tugged it up off my torso and over my head, then let it drop. Then I arched my back and ran my hands down over my breasts, teasing my nipples until they became firm.

Allen was hypnotized. This probably wasn't the first time he had touched himself while watching a scantily-dressed woman, but it was probably the first time he'd done it while the woman was actually in the room with him. He started to breathe deeply, while he gave himself a proper cock massage.

Now I wriggled my skirt down off my hips. It slid to the floor, and I stepped out of it, keeping my heeled sandals on. Allen now had a good view of the little lacy panties I was wearing. I tugged those off as well, bending so that I could pull them off one foot, then the other.

I let him get a good look at me, from head to toe and every part of me along the way. I could practically feel his eyes moving over me. "Still like what you see?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said, a bit hoarsely, still tugging at his cock.

I reached behind myself and put my hands on the kitchen counter, and boosted myself up so that I was sitting on the edge. I drew up my left foot and perched it on the edge of the counter as well, giving Allen a clear view of my crotch. I put a hand on the flat of my stomach, and let my fingertips graze the top of my pubic hair.

"When we go upstairs," I told him, "I'm going to get you inside me. I'll have you slip that big, hard cock of yours up into my tight ... wet ... hot little pussy."

I could see that he was imagining how that was going to feel. He had one hand on a kitchen chair now, steading himself while his other hand pulled at his shaft. He wasn't far from bursting. I just needed to give him a little more encouragement.

I slid my hand further down between my thighs. "I want to watch you come, Allen," I breathed. "I want to watch you come, and then I want you to take me upstairs and make me come, over and over."

"Oh yeah," he said again. He was practically falling over, and far past the point where I could expect any clever commentary from him.

"Imagine that it's my hand on your cock. Imagine that it's my lips on your cock."

"Uh..."

"That's right. Imagine that I'm right there, kneeling in front of you, and I'm taking you alllll the way into my mouth..."

He made a strangled sound, shuddered, then let out a gasp as his cock spat out a thick white stream. He groaned, rubbing himself frantically, his cock spurting over and over, scattering drops all over the kitchen floor.

I was pretty wet myself. My finger was on my clit, and I was teasing myself lightly, enjoying the sight of this strong young man having an orgasm here in my kitchen. "Oh, Allen..."

"Oh, god..." His desperation started to wane, and the eruptions from his cock dribbled to a halt. He leaned heavily against the chair, his sticky cock in his hand, gasping for breath.

I let myself down off the kitchen counter and stepped over to him. I put one hand on his shoulder, leaned close, and kissed him, softly. My other hand went down to his cock, and I touched him, very lightly.

He moaned into our kiss and put his hands around my naked waist. The feel of his hands on my skin sent me to a new level of arousal. I'd been playing with him before; now I had to have him.

I broke our kiss. "Upstairs?" I asked, a little breathless.

He nodded. "Definitely."