- Flings with neighbor’s attractive daughter – 01
- Flings with neighbor’s attractive daughter – 02
- Flings with neighbor’s attractive daughter – 03
“Ohh,” she cooed, the sound causing a flutter between my legs. “That’s a hot thought, because if you don’t mind me saying, Tom is fine!”
Ignoring the growing heat between my legs, I smiled. “Thank you, I think so.” I gestured at the dance floor. “So, I like to keep him happy, and I did, and now—”
Softly, Carla said, “I bet you keep him happy. Bet he makes you happy too, but…” She paused then, that nasty little smile reappearing. “I think sometimes you guys need a little more to make you happy.”
“Carla, I have to say I don’t like how you’re speaking to me.”
“Yes, you do. But I get it. You have to put on the show.”
“What?” I asked incredulously.
If I didn’t know her age for a fact, I would swear this wasn’t a nineteen-year-old I was dealing with. She sure as hell wasn’t the Little Miss Innocent Tom and I had envisioned her as. Even though I knew I shouldn’t do it, I started to imagine what those perky little tits would look like and how her long legs would look wrapped around Tom’s waist.
“Speaking of shows,” Carla went on, “How about one more?” She looked over her shoulder at Tom. After giving him a playful wave, she turned back. “Come on, you don’t think Tom would like to see you dance with me? Your cute little neighbor acting not so cute? Bet that would really get him going.” She sighed. “I know it will get me hot.”
She took my hand again, pushing her lip out into a pout. “Please, Elsa? One dance?”
“Carla, I really shouldn’t. What would your mother—”
“Think of you and Tom gawking at young girls?” She shrugged. “I’m not sure, but well, you know if we dance, I couldn’t say anything to her because—”
“Are you….blackmailing me?”
“Aww, don’t be like that.” She pouted again. “You keep asking if they know I’m here, so I figured I would do the same thing. Now let’s go!” She tugged on my hand. “Just one and I won’t ask again!”
I looked over at Tom and saw his eyes locked onto her legs. I had to clear my throat to get him to look up. “Carla wants to dance, Tom, but can you please tell her we have to leave?”
Carla turned to look at him. Making a show of looking at his watch, he shrugged. “I’m sure you have time for one.”
“Yay!” Carla cried out. “Let’s go!”
I allowed her to tug me towards the floor and shot Tom a dirty look, pointing at Carla and shaking my head again. He nodded, but with a smile leaned back against the bar eager for the show. I told myself I would keep this one simple, keep my distance, and—
“Hey!” I called out when the second we were out on the floor, Carla quickly stepped around me coming up from behind, wrapping her slim arms around my waist.
“Hey what? We have to make it look good, no?” she asked as she pressed her small tits hard into my back.
I didn’t answer as she began swaying side to side, her hands dropping to my hips and trying to guide me to move with her. After a look at Tom who appeared more excited than he had watching me with Kate, I started moving in time with Carla, taking her hands and placing them back around my waist. She cooed in my ear. As my pussy heated up, I tried to keep my mind from trying to justify taking this further.
Carla let my waist go. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she urged me to turn around. I spun to face her and she immediately stepped closer to me. Raising her arms over her head, she did a slow, sexy shimmy all the way down to the floor. I gasped at the feeling of her hands on the backs of my knees. As she began to work her way back up, her soft hands slid all the way up the back of my legs right up under my skirt.
“Carla, s-stop that,” I hissed at her. “I—ow!”
I cried out when she reached my ass and gave it a hard squeeze. She had lifted the back of my skirt up, and I heard several whistles behind me and a guy calling out, “Nice thong!”
I blushed furiously, my eyes following Carla who had worked herself back up to a standing position. She raised her arms over her head again, but this time, she took her long blonde hair up with it. She began moving faster, gyrating her hips wildly while shaking her head back and forth. Her blonde hair whirled about her, her eyes closed, her perfect lips parted. I swallowed hard at how damn sexy she looked. Unable to help it, my eyes dropped to her tits as she shook them.
Carla dropped her arms and spun around, driving her ass back into me. She leaned back against me as I had done to Kate. I brought her arms up behind her and wrapped them around my neck. She began sliding back and forth and lowering herself as far as she could without moving her arms and then sliding back up. I couldn’t hold back a moan as her bare upper back rubbed my nipples through my dress while her fingers played in my hair. With a start, I realized this girl, who was less than half my age, was completely taking control of me.
I turned my head to see Tom staring at us, his blue eyes wide, his face flushed. Even from a distance, I could see he was breathing hard. I had no doubt he was envisioning Carla and me naked and writhing together in our bed. I also saw quite a few of the young men and women around us watching. Caught between being humiliated and turned on, the latter won out as I focused on Carla. She shimmied up and down again, and this time as she came to her feet, I worked my way down to the floor in front of her.
Carla laughed delightedly and several people clapped and cheered around us. As she had done, I let my hands wander along her long, smooth legs as I worked my way up. I stopped at the backs of her thighs, but couldn’t resist placing my hands on her ass over her dress and pulling her into me. Her arms quickly went around my shoulders and we started to sway back and forth, our faces only inches apart. My pussy was starting to drip, and my nipples were aching as her blue eyes stared directly into mine.
Carla’s lips were still parted, and she was flushed and sweating. Her nipples pushed against my dress through the flimsy material of hers, and I told myself to get away from her. But my body wasn’t listening and my mind was racing. Christ, she was hotter than Kate, and I had no doubt she was interested. Or was she? If this was some kind of game and I asked her back to our house, there would be hell to pay. I considered turning to look at Tom, but knew he would be of no help. If anything, he would beg me to bring her home—
Just then, Carla leaned towards me, her head cocked and her mouth opening further. My eyes widened as hers closed and her lips sought mine. I moved my head back, but her hand slid up through my hair holding it long enough for her lips to graze mine. I gasped as those soft, full lips lightly pressed against me. Before I could stop myself, I kissed her back. Carla released a soft purr that sent a shiver through me. Her tongue flicked out across my lips, then resting head on my shoulder, she whispered in my ear, “Please, take me home with you.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.
The music changed to a ballad. Sliding her arms down around my waist, Carla rocked back and forth in time to the slow beat. My hands on her arms, I tried not to think of how soft and smooth she was.
“You heard me. I know why you’re here, Elsa,” she said softly.
“We…this is our first time here, Carla. We’re—”
“Looking to pick someone up. I want to be that someone.”
Her tongue flicked across my ear. Gathering the last of my senses, I pulled away from her.
“I don’t know what you think you know, but I—you’re wrong.” Turning, I walked quickly off the dance floor and over to Tom.
“What happened? Are we—”
“No!” I snapped in frustration. “Christ, Tom, are you serious? That’s Jim and Laurie’s daughter!”
He frowned. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, but goddamn, Elsa. I never knew she was that hot, and I really think she—”
“She wants to come home with us. She knows, Tom. But I told her she’s wrong, and now we have to get the hell out of here.”
Without waiting for him to respond, I grabbed my purse from the stool next to him. Taking his hand, I led him through the crowd towards the front of the club. We had just passed through the doors and past the guys checking the id of the kids coming in when I heard my name called. I turned to see Carla hurrying after us.
“Hey guys, wait a minute!”
“Be firm, Tom,” I whispered to him. “We can’t!”
He sighed. “You’re right.”
She reached us. Making sure to keep my eyes on her face only, I said, “Carla, please, I think you misunderstood what we—”