Teen chat anxious glance outside at the rain, any prospect of going for a run had been quashed by the storm.
Suddenly there was a volley of knocks on the door and he rose slowly to answer.
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By now Jenny was soaked through and frankly desperate. Then she saw the light come on in the neighbour's window. Fairly new to the area, Jenny had seen the husband a handful of times on her way to college and he had always given her a smile without being talkative.
Mark lifted back the door to see the bedraggled teen rubbing teen goth chat arms, rain streaking her face. ''Scuse me, I've locked myself out...'
He smiled. 'You'd better...quick come inside before you catch a death of cold.'
'Thanks,' she whispered. 'My mum'll be home soon.
Jenny closed the door behind her, feeling the sheet of warmth radiate down the hallway.
'You want to wait till she gets home?' enquired Mark, the words met by a nod. 'Let me get you a hot drink and a towel.'
'Thanks,' latin teen chat repeated, following his eyes.
They fell to where her white shirt stuck to a bra that covered a pair of firm average size pear shaped breasts. In fact, Jenny could best be described as average all round: height, weight and pretty without lighting up a room. Not short of male admirers, she nonetheless remained a virgin, liking the idea of sex without being filled with desperation. Somehow though the boys her age did young to fire her imagination.
Suddenly she recalled the day these new neighbours moved in, watching from behind the curtains as Mark's muscled arms rippled as he helped carry the furniture. Jenny had gone all acquiver, especially when he glanced up and caught her spying.
As a teen chat turned and headed away, the student in his hallway admired the tight backside in the jogging bottoms. She heard the kettle flick on and the neighbour approach, holding a towel.
'I'm Jenny,' she smiled, the warmth of the house penetrating her arms and bare legs.
'Mark. Feel free to use the bathroom. You look very wet...'
The words hung in the air as both blushed at the inference.
Jenny scuttled away, up the creaky stairs, locking the bathroom teen chat behind. Peeling off the shirt, she placed it on the radiator before rubbing down her arms and neck. The bra was damp and uncomfortable and that too was removed and placed next to the shirt until she stood topless before the mirror.
A voice carried up the stairs. 'Everything okay?'
Instinctively Jenny crossed her arms over teen chat chest, though the lock was firmly in place. |
