Mia Girl, an 18-year-old with a figure that could make a saint sin, stood in front of her mirror, admiring the way the leather skirt hugged her curves and the satin shirt left her midriff bare. The hold-up stockings were a new addition to her wardrobe, and she loved the way they felt against her skin. She was nervous, but excited, as she prepared to visit her neighbor, a wealthy man named Harold, who was known for his impeccable manners and understanding nature.
Her parents had insisted she attend the dinner, and Mia was eager to please them. She had always been a shy girl, but there was something about wearing sexy clothes that made her feel confident and powerful. She took a deep breath and headed out, the click of her heels echoing in the quiet neighborhood.
Harold's house was grand, with a large porch and a view of the city. He greeted her warmly, his eyes lingering on her outfit just a moment too long. "You look stunning, Mia," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Your parents will be late, so I hope you don't mind if we have a drink together first."
Mia felt a flutter in her stomach as she followed him inside. The house was tastefully decorated, with expensive art and furniture. They settled into the living room, and Harold poured them each a glass of wine. The conversation flowed easily, and Mia found herself relaxing in his presence. She laughed at his jokes and felt a warmth spread through her as the wine took effect.
As the night wore on, Mia's inhibitions began to fade. She found herself leaning closer to Harold, her hand brushing against his leg. He was a gentleman, not making any advances, but she could see the desire in his eyes. She felt a thrill of excitement as she stroked his thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on his pants.
Harold's breath hitched, but he didn't touch her. "Mia, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained.
She bit her lip, her pussy already wet with anticipation. "I want to please you, Harold," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He groaned, his hand finally reaching out to cup her cheek. "You're so beautiful, Mia. But I don't want to rush you."
She smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not rushing. I want this."
With a growl, Harold pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers. Mia moaned, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hard dick through his pants, and she ground against it, her hips moving in a rhythm as old as time.
Harold's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts through the satin shirt. He pinched her nipples, and she gasped, her back arching. He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. She shivered, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He pulled back, his breath ragged. "Can I?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Yes, please."
He smiled, his hands sliding down to the waistband of her skirt. He unzipped it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the skirt off. He tossed it aside, his gaze roaming over her body. She was wearing a lacy thong, and he groaned, his fingers tracing the edge.
He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her through the fabric. She moaned, her hips bucking. He chuckled, his fingers hooking into the thong and pulling it aside. He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue lapping at her wetness. She cried out, her hands gripping the couch.
He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around her clit. She panted, her body trembling with pleasure. He slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking. He added another finger, pumping them in and out of her as he continued to lick her clit.
Mia's body tensed, her orgasm building. She cried out, her back arching as she came, her juices gushing onto Harold's face. He lapped it up, his tongue never stopping. She collapsed back onto the couch, her body limp and satisfied.
Harold sat up, his lips glistening. He smiled at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You taste amazing, Mia," he said, his voice husky.
She blushed, her heart still pounding. "Thank you, Harold," she said, her voice soft.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. "The pleasure was all mine," he said, his breath hot against her skin.
Mia smiled, her body still tingling with pleasure. She knew this was just the beginning, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead. As they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She had taken a risk, and it had paid off in the most delicious way possible. And as for Harold, well, he had always been a gentleman, but tonight, he had shown her a side of himself that was raw, primal, and utterly irresistible. And Mia couldn't wait to explore it further.