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that this stranger was staring at her naked backside thrilled her. She bent lower, still keeping her long legs straight. Now he’d be able to see her pussy. She wondered if it would be obvious to him that she was soaking wet.
    ‘Oh, look, it really doesn’t matter,’ he suddenly blurted out. ‘I don’t need you to sign it again, I only wanted to, to …’
    Lisa stood up slowly and turned to him. She regarded her nervous visitor coquettishly. ‘To what?’ she teased.
    ‘To ask you out. I, I’m sorry. Look, I’d better go.’ He jumped up and grabbed his sack in near panic then turned to make for the door.
    ‘Pete,’ Lisa said, firmly, ‘if you wanted to ask me out, why are you running off like this?’
    He stopped in his tracks and looked at her, a long, wistful gaze. ‘It’s just that you’re so beautiful. I can’t imagine you being interested.’
    She walked over to him and rested her hand on his arm. ‘I
am
interested, Pete. Can’t you tell?’ she breathed.
    ‘I, I don’t know, I wasn’t sure,’ he stuttered. The poor man was shaking like a leaf.
    ‘You’re not very experienced with girls, are you?’ Lisa chided. He said nothing, and let his gaze fall to the floor. Lisa stood back and unfastened the remaining buttons on the shirt, then let it fall from her shoulders so that she was completely naked. ‘Pete, look at me,’ she whispered. The young man looked up and his eyes widened dramatically.
    ‘You’re
gorgeous
!’ he sighed. Lisa moved towards him and put her hands on to his slim shoulders. Her nipples brushed against the roughness of his shirt. She tilted her head slightly to one side and gazed into his eyes.
    ‘Kiss me, Pete,’ she breathed. She closed her eyes and felt his hands slip around her narrow waist. Their lips met, hers wet and pouting, his dry and pursed. Lisa parted his lips with her tongue and snaked it between his teeth to force his mouth open as she pressed her lower body against his. She could feel the bulge of his crotch crushed against her groin. He was hard, that was certain, and she wanted him badly.
    She let one hand fall from his shoulder and moved it down between them, quickly finding the zip of his shorts. She unfastened it slowly as her tongue probed and searched his mouth with her thick lips remaining clamped firmly against his. She reached up and undid the waist-button of his shorts then stepped back slightly and eased them down over his narrow hips. They fell to his ankles.
    Pete breathed hard as Lisa moved from him and began to unbutton his shirt. Then, finally grasping the initiative he unfastened his cuffs and almost tore the garment from his body whilst at the same time stepping out of his shorts. Lisa watched in amusement as he stumbled about trying to drag his shoes and socks from his feet until at last he succeeded.
    Now, all he wore was a small pair of briefs which were bulging ludicrously at the front. Lisa knelt in front of him and gazed at the promising mound. She reached out and traced his shape with her fingertips, then smoothed the palm of her hand over the bulge and squeezed him gently. She moved her hand in a circular motion and teased his hardness with her fingertips. His breathing was becoming erratic.
    Lisa reached up with both hands and tugged at the waistband of his pants. Slowly, she inched the tight material downwards, gradually revealing the thick, matted hair of his groin. His legs began to shake visibly. She pulled his briefs down further and gazed at his crotch as though she had never seen anything like it in her life before.
    Suddenly, his penis sprang from the restraint of the elastic waistband and the angry, purple end pointed directly at her face. It was wet with his excitement, and Lisa saw that it was throbbing. She knew that he wouldn’t last long in this state. She tugged his pants down to his ankles and pulled them from his feet, then looked up into his eyes. His hard erection was inches from her succulent