Ashley is 18, but she's just a tiny girl, so she looks much younger. She is the daughter of a couple of friends of mine, and together, their clan only lives a few blocks away. One night I was over to have a few beers and some shots and I was pretty buzzed. I had to go to the john and excused myself from the couch. Naturally, I walked by Ashley's room. The door was open a little bit, but it didn't end up like other stories on here. I didn't catch her masturbating. Drats! Ashley, however, did hear me in the hall, lingering there, and said: 'Lost?'
'Oh, I'm just looking for the bathroom and I got a bit dizzy.'
Ashley came to her door and said she wanted to give me a blow job. Just like that. 'I want to give you a blow job.' Huh? I saw her nightie, ummm, just about see through. I was scared and backed away. I found the bathroom and locked the door, my cock was as hard as a rail. Sure, I wanted to mess with Ashley, but those are thoughts I keep to myself. One word and I would loose two good friends. And they'd think I was a pervert. Though Ashley was 18, her parents still treated her like a 13 year old. Pretty much Ashley acted like one, but I liked all that pouting and tantrums. I liked seeing Ashley storm off, her little butt jiggling ever so softly beneath the fabric of her silky boxers, or whatever she wore, that just added fuel to the fire.
I couldn't help myself. I stroked my cock, but just to where I could feel the good stuff, and I was about to come, I heard my friend's father joking that I must have fallen in. He knocked on the door of the bathroom and that killed it for me. There was a lot of oozing precum that I was just too horney to let go to waste. I put it on my finger and ate it warm. Just enough for a taste, really.
When I left the bathroom, I again lingered near her door. I wanted to say something, my cock wanted to say something wet and sticky. All I could do was walk a little further down the hall and I wait for my cock to get soft.
I never thought Ashley liked me, since I'm a few years older than her dad. Still, knowing she thinks of me in that way is sure flattering. I've jacked off about it a hundred times, always imagining her tiny soft box, the smell, the taste of it. I imagine her fingers flying across her soft pink lips, glistening with dew like some kind of rare orchid. These are the thoughts I have about Ashley. I've already squirted two times and the day is just getting underway.