This story is partly fantasized.The advantage of being a father of four girls is that their friends parade at home. From good little girls, some grow up into sassy hotties full of charm. See naughty girls eager for innuendo.Sarah is a young woman of 23 years old, a friend of my last. She has fragile health, collecting orphan illnesses and health problems. She goes through these trials of life with a sunny smile and unshakeable faith in the future. She is a pretty young woman spicy with Andalusian scents, a small, delicate brunette with full lips, expressive black eyes, and shoulder-length jet black hair. And that devastating smile that I already told you about. She does not have a large chest, small breasts which she leaves free under bustiers or blouses. Her nipples point proudly all the time, and it turns me on. I would love to find out if they get hard.She once came to our house to swim when we still had an above-ground pool. I had noticed her beautiful, slender, tanned legs and her small breasts, and her pretty shapely buttocks. A little model, as a friend would say, but a woman full of charm.It's the end of summer and I'm home alone. The girls have resumed their studies elsewhere and my wife is away for the day. I'm downstairs lying on my bed, half naked. I took my cock out of my boxers and stroked myself while watching the videos of the cruising enthusiasts. I like seeing couples filming themselves, I have no interest in professional porn where everything is agreed. My bed faces the garden and suddenly I see a shape passing in front of the window. My heart jumps, I think of an intruder. I hug myself and go up the stairs to the terrace and see who is walking in my garden. As I come out of the kitchen onto the terrace, I come face to face with Sarah. My heart jumped again, I didn't expect to see her.- Wow, it's you! You scared me !- Sorry to bother you, but I'm in the car and I just had a flat tire. I don't know how to change the wheel, she said, slapping two at me.- Oh ok, is your car far away?- No, it's parked in the residence, my mother just left me to pick it up and it makes a funny noise while driving so I came here. I think I had a flat tire but it's the first time it's happened to me. I don't understand, it's coming out of revision.- Okay, show it to me.I close the house and off we go. In fact, his Nissan Micra is parked 50m from my house, the right front tire is flat.I ask him to open the trunk for me to see what needs to be repaired. It's a pancake. I mount the jack and explain to him how to do it, the wheel nuts are tight and I also show him how to loosen them. Phew punctured wheel removed, bam pancake put on, jack jack lowered. She is still as surprised to have had a flat tire, I turn the wheel and discover a screw on the tread. That's it !Head towards the house to have a coffee and wash off, my hands are covered in soot. Arriving in front of the house, my heart sinks: the key is in the pocket of my Bermuda shorts, and my hands are disgusting. - Um, I said to him embarrassed, you should take the key from the right pocket of the Bermuda shorts.- Yes, she said, smiling. Her smile is really cute, what a pretty kid. She slips her hand into her pocket and fumbles for the key. It brushes against my penis and my bursa, I have an electric shock.- Oh sorry, she giggles, really sorry.- No harm, only good, rest assured. But why am I saying something like that?She always smiles, her eyes are two embers that pierce me, her gaze never leaves me.- Um can you open? I have to go wash my hands… - Yes of course.We go in and I suggest we go to the terrace while I clean up. I remove the soot, I brush my black nails and I return to the kitchen where I see him on the terrace. She crossed her slender legs, her shorts came up a little. She smokes a cigarette. - You want a coffee ?- Yes willingly! Thanks again for changing the wheel, I don't know how I would have done it without you.- With pleasure, and then with your sparrow strength I don't know if you would have managed to loosen the nuts.She laughed at my nice joke. I must say that I like it when she speaks to me informally, my daughters' friends generally speak to me, the privilege of age. But no, she always spoke to me informally.I go out onto the terrace with our two coffees, we drink them while chatting nicely. I check on him, his job search, his health. I watch her smoke, I like the way she lifts her cigarette to suck in the smoke, and the way she throws it back in one go. And suddenly, things get out of hand: - Is your wife not here?- No, traveling for ...

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