Play it slow, leave her wanting more.

“Really, Mr. P?” She asks, apparently surprised by the honesty in my voice. “They're not too small?”

“These are perfect, Angel.” I softly start caressing her plump breasts feel her slowly relax once again. “We’ll keep these clothes on, so you know you’re safe.” She moans sweetly and lifts her breasts upward in an invitation that I cannot pass on. After a little more repositioning, Alison is draped over my lap and my mouth is suckling on her hard, little nipples making them grow even longer as they jut from her tits like little towers - mission accomplished. The way she is squirming on my lap makes me wonder how she'd react if I slipped my hand into her jeans and fingered her pussy.

Too soon, too fast. I decide as with regret as I slowly lift my mouth from her tits. Alison’s moan and the way she tries to pull me back almost makes me change my mind, but I’ve waited this long and I can wait a few more days. I set the trembling blonde on her wobbly feet and hold her hips between my legs as she slowly recovers.

“Wha??” Like last night, Alison clearly is confused by my abrupt end to the make-out session. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Beautiful.” I assure her as I pull her close to taste her tits one more time before I let send her off. “It’s getting late, and I don’t want to break our deal.” This is of course bullshit, I have already stretched the keeping-clothes-on-provision to pretty much its limit, and I can think of nothing I’d like better than to break every one of restrictions and have her squirming on my cock as she rides me. Her naked breasts jiggling before me is more than I can take, and I nibble on the hard teat, using my teeth to nip the sensitive bud before once again licking her with my tongue.

“Oh, Mr. P.” Her gasp is as exciting as the feeling of her hard nipple throbbing in my mouth. “I don’t know what to do.” With one final kiss, I release her.

“You’re doing fine, Angel.” I lick my lips. “Same time, same place, tomorrow. We can kiss like this a little more.” I watch Alison fumble awkwardly as she pulls up her top covering her breasts, her face suddenly flushed with color as she realizes what we had been doing. I can still see her pouty nipples poking against the white cotton covering them, but I turn her away with a pat on her back. Honesty, if I don’t send her away now, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop.

The next morning Alison is silent as she eats her cereal, she is wearing a modest blouse that is buttoned up almost to the last button, and her normally bright smile is missing. I have to admit I wondered if she intended to go straight to the police, but she came back alone in the afternoon, so I figure I’m OK. Once again, she skips dinner so as I wait for her on the couch, I am pessimistic that I am going to see my pretty young tenant. I watch both Cuomo and Lemon bitch and moan about Trump’s latest blustering, eating first my slice of pastry and then Alison’s as it sits untouched on the plate by her empty seat.

I may have misplayed my hand last night. Pushing the innocent young woman too hard and too fast, or maybe I should have kept going until I claimed what I wanted. I’m sure I could have gotten into that pretty thing’s pants if I had tried; had her bent her over the back of the couch with me pounded her tight young pussy until she was screaming in ecstasy. The only real question in my mind is how she would have responded once I was done, I have to be careful with how I handle this.

I look at the stairway and consider my options. I could climb those steps and pay Alison a visit, or I could give her a day or two to see if she comes to me like she did last night.