Leave for Ms. Annette's House

Luckily for her the house she was supposed to be house sitting was across the street, that way if she forgot something she could just come back home to pick it up. She dressed up, because Ms. Annette wouldn't accept any thing less than a well dressed girl working in her home with a distinct uniform. Ms. Annette had the largest home in the neighborhood, two stories in height with 6 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, Irene had house sitted here before, but it wasn't for nearly as long and her mother seemed a little more worried about her this time than in the past which made the least sense out of everything. I mean, she was 18 now, not 12. She wore a tight white dress that fluttered past the waist and only went halfway down her thighs. Underneath was a black corset that presses her breasts, or what little she had, upwards to reveal a little cleavage. Past the house she ran into a familiar face, one she had hoped she wouldn't see too soon. It was Betsy Lewis. Her 55 year old, next door neighbor.

She had already started walking her direction before she left the house, seems she had some business already planned. Her skin was a dark chocolate flavor, her curvy body accentuated at the hips by tight, ripped up jeans that could barely hold her ass. She walked over with confidence, head held high and eyes covered by thick black spectacles. When she turned onto Irene's driveway she stopped to pull them down, an obvious smirk forming across her face as her green eyes fixed on their prey. Betsy was taller than most other women, but she was just as tall as every other board member on the city council, excluding her mother, who was only at a solid 5'5. Betsy shot past 6'6 and she carried her pride with her every step she took towards Irene.

"Hi, Ms. Lewis. " she said, breaking the awkwardness between them, her response seeming to relax the older lady.

" Hi, honey. " Betsy responded. "Your mother inside? "

Irene confirmed her question, trying her best not to look her in the eyes while she took off her glasses. Weirdly, instead of acknowledging the answer and moving on with her quest, Betsy had the unique idea of staying outside and not saying a word while she slowly stepped closer to Irene. Her predatory eyes glaring not only at her face but her entire body. "I know you've been avoiding me, baby girl. " She drew as close as possible, until her breasts were just inches away from Irene's face. "But you don't have to do that, besides it may seem like it but your mother would be totally fine if I.... Took care of you for awhile. Age is just a number after all. " Not wasting any more time, Betsy pressed her luck even further by stepping closer to Irene--her back now pressed against the exterior of her home. With a finger, she lifted Irene's head towards her, licked her lips, then planted a juicy kiss on the barely legal girl. It was awkward, more so than what happened on her 18th birthday. All the town council members were there and a few of her friends came by with a few drinks that went under the table for the grown ups to mot immediately know. The only one who did know was Betsy and she must've been eyeing Irene all night because she waited till the moment she went to the upstairs bathroom and caught her as she was about to leave. Within seconds the door was shut and locked, the older woman's mouth all over the younger girl; maybe it was the drinks, but Irene accepted the ****, going so far as to cupping Betsy's thick ass cheeks and at one point attempting to smother herself within it.

But all of this occurred a few months ago when she was drunk, now was an entirely different situation.